Check-O In-O

Honey women -

I'm checking in in our 'ole traditional way:

**I want a new tattoo...Cerridwen - the Keeper of the Cauldron..if anyone can sketch out a cool rendition of this let me know.

**My hair is making me sick...growing it out is such a pain and I'm way to cheap for extensions (although I want them terribly) - I feel like I am in librarian mode.

**I've had dreams about birthing a baby - twins actually, on the second night - and it's disturbing...no more babies on my agenda and yet the traditional "giving birth to something new" doesn't seem to fit either...the time of birth for the twins was in argument: 0329 or 0340..hmmmm

**Buzz Kill came for a visit and we're redefining divorce in the 21st century. It's going to be lovely, I do believe, with happiness where it can reside still. Feels good.

**My neck is stiffer than hell from mowing like a mad woman today. I hate when this happens because I become so focused on the stiff nature of my neck muscles...obsessed nearly so that I think I wind up making them stiffer in an attempt to work out the kinks. Ugh. Maybe orgasm would help.

**I want our retreat! Do you see the little girl laying on the floor stamping her feet and flaying her arms? hahaha! Any ideas? I will sell a kidney if necessary!

**Empress: your rendition of the feeling of the plane crash literally sent chills through me...I hate to fly - I'm so scared the whole time we're in the air...I look like a woman in transition: blowing, breathing, rocking, rubbing my legs (this is of course when I haven't thrown up and passed out!) that was really eery for me to read.

**Foxy: I'm so glad to be a part of the circle your Crone instructed you to hold onto...I just adore you and yours.

**I too am a junk food junkie - hello to the Kettle Cooked Potatoe Chips!...somehow I've diverted my caloried into two glasses of Little Black Dress Pinot Noire though...it's working for me at this time.

**Noa - how did the birthday cake go over????? and...are you breathing?

Ladies...I need to dance with ya'll...I want to go to sleep at night knowing we'll meet in the kitchen in themorning to press our coffee out of the pot...I want to sit in our lazy, lovely circle and smoke a good pipe and let my inhibitions down ...

I miss....I MISS you women...
Zita-a-la-Pita!