Excellent background sounds for writing. I prefer some noise—though not too much—to complete silence.
I wanted to BE either Jeannie OR Samantha from “Bewitched” (my other favorite show). I even had a bottle that looked like Jeannie’s bottle and I’d pretend I was a genie OR a witch. I also wanted a guy who was crazy about me like Major Nelson was about Jeannie, too.
The funny thing is that I became a real-life witch when I was 18 and have been ever since. Gee, I sure wish I could twitch my nose to make things happen or just — POOF! — transport inside my personal bottle when I wanted to. Oh yeah…I did end up with a man who is as crazy about me as Major Nelson was about Jeannie, so there’s that, too.❤
When I think of the word ‘classy,’ Barbara Eden and Elizabeth Montgomery embodied that word for me. Along with Donna Reed, I might add (I also loved her, too).
Here’s to great stars and fun memories growing up. Enjoy your day, Barbara. You’re fabulous!
Instead of unleashing a deluge of psychology-related info, articles, and posts on my personal FB page while I’m pursuing further education in psychology (particularly forensic psychology), I figured this would be a better solution.
Since I can’t always read articles when I come across them, especially when I’m in the middle of work, this will act as a repository so I can come back later and pull up what I wasn’t able to read at the time I located the info.
In addition, I know a lot of you are as fascinated by psychology and other social sciences as I am. So why not delve into the subject matter together and discuss it?
Please join me (and 60 others, so far) at Totally Psyched. I hope you find interesting information there, if only for your personal edification. Post any content there that you run across, too. Just make sure it’s relevant to the overall topic(s).
Hope to see you over there,
Ummm…okay. So I’m going through my Livejournal posts from 2002 to present because I’ve had some re-examination going on inside my head since Lyn’s death this past week. I realized that, while I like Facebook and I’ll stay on here, I did A LOT more writing and was far less distracted (and more focused on writing) when I put my energy into Livejournal. Hell, I posted over 4,000 journal entries there. Crazy, huh?
Anyway, so as I’m tooling through the archives, I see a “Welcome, Butterflye!” subject. And I know it was a welcome note to Lyn when she joined LJ many years ago. Then I come back over here to Facebook and I get one of those “Here’s a memory of yours from a year ago!” prompts from FB. And guess what? It’s a post where I tagged Lyn. She’s popping up over and over on so many levels.
There’s a lot of things going on in my mind this week, most of it has to do with her unexpected death. I’ve been through this before when my first husband died and when two of my friends committed suicide. Each time it’s a wake-up call. Each time I’ve made changes and shifts in my life. This time, I’m doing the same thing, but in different areas.
I also think that I’m done carrying the hurt, pain, and anger I’ve been lugging around for a number of years that’s connected to people who have done me wrong in horrible ways — or even abused me in unspeakable ways. It’s too heavy to carry anymore and it’s time to lighten the load. I cannot move forward with those monkeys on my back.
I’m going back to journaling on LJ. It might take me a while to get back up to speed, but I know it’s something I need to do for a number of reasons.
Pulled an all-nighter and I can see I’m not used to doing it like I used to. My body hurts, particularly my back. I’m still a night person. That will never change. However, I think ‘late night’ will be redefined as no later than, say, 2:30 or 3 a.m., not 8 a.m. or later.
Right now I’m in my head a whole lot. If I seem distracted, that’s why. The wheels are turning in my cranium, but it’s a good thing.
One more thing: if you’re on LJ, I’m still at http://elementalmuse.livejournal.com/ If you’re not on LJ, it’s an interesting place. You might wanna give it a try.
Hi, everyone. I talked to Nate today, who was Lyn’s fiance. If any of you would like to send sympathy cards in the wake of Lyn’s sudden passing, here is the mailing address (*please note that the name of the town in the graphic is incorrect. The town is spelled ‘La Veta.’):
PO Box 943
La Veta, CO 81055
Thank you for all your kind thoughts and wishes for Lyn’s family during this time of grief. There is no info on a service at this time, but when and if that is made public, I will post here.
Our good friend Lyn Goodnight passed away unexpectedly this past weekend. She had gone to the doctor on Friday because she had severe stomach pains. Her blood pressure got really high and they admitted her to the hospital. Turns out she had a stomach blockage, which caused a rupture. She had internal bleeding and died.
Lyn and Nate were the ones who had us come out to Falcon, CO, and stay for a while in our RV earlier this year. I’ve known Lyn 15 years…I’m in shock.
Paul and I are still trying to process this news and I am devastated — especially concerned about her fiance, Nate, and her kids, who are in their 20s, and her granddaughter, who is only 4 years old. 😞
Lyn was more than a garden-variety friend to me. She was also my mentor and a lifesaver for me and the kids when my first husband, Gary, passed away unexpectedly in May 2001. Lyn was also my first High Priestess (HPS) and we were both in the same coven many years ago. I’d known her for 15 years.
This just doesn’t seem real…I’m so sad. What a loss.
Here is what I posted on her Facebook wall:
“Words cannot properly convey how your passing has affected me and Paul. We are still in shock and disbelief. You have returned to the stars, my friend, and you left many behind who love you and whose lives were enriched by your presence. Thank you for everything you did for me, Paul, and the kids in the time we knew you. Thanks for everything you taught me, both mundane and otherwise, since I met you 15 years ago. Your mentorship and wise council had a large impact on my life. Rest in peace, Lyn/Butterflye.”
Daughter brought home a dead snake (!!!!). After much cajoling and “Stay away from me!” responses, I got tired of fighting it and gave in to touching the snake. Then I decided to face my fear and hold the damn snake. Oh, it was missing its head. It appears someone cut it off. Ugh.
My husband used to catch live snakes. If he had been here (he was back at the RV), he would’ve held it. He said he would’ve held a live snake, too. Good for him, because HELL NO to a live snake. Yes, I held a boa constrictor once when I was in 9th grade at a pet store in Security, Colorado. But NO way I’d do it now. Not my thing.
Tomorrow she will give it a proper burial.
I’m sitting here, ready to drink a beer and shivering. I can’t believe I did that. Yes, I have a pic to prove it. *shiver* Yes, I washed my hands—thoroughly.
Man…I can’t believe I did that. And might I add that I don’t ever want to do that again.