My Top 5 Bitchin’ Things About Aging

Our society can suck it when it comes to–GASP!!–that dirty, foul topic of aging. Really, media and corporations hawking beauty products attempt to badger especially us females into feeling distinctly “less than” as we age. For many of us, add that societal beast of burden to losing our loved ones, the boring task of saving for retirement (yawn!), and for chicks, the specter of impending menstrual cessation–then no one is ready to throw a sassy party because the years are ticking by. ( I personally celebrate and gaily anticipate the demise of my menses, but I know many women want it to remain forever. Gah!)

But me. I shall wage a one woman party, nay, festival, of aging on this my 48th year of springing energetically from my mumsy’s baby maker.  Here is what I think is just kick ass about it! And in no particular order.

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Mourning Musings

Ouch!! Nothing hurts the heart and soul, makes them scream and howl, more than the loss of a loved one. Death. Sucks. Ass. At least for those left behind.

I have been coping with the physical loss of our beloved spoiled heathen, Daisy. Pomeranians are full of sunshine, piss and vinegar, and more energy than a nursery school filled with toddlers. And loving!! Goodness, they love fiercely and are the most loyal tiny creatures. But Daisy Doodalee Dimitri broke the Pommy mold. The Universe birthed the Uber Pom when it sent Daisy into our realm. Girlfriend was wackadoo!!! She was super sassy, spazzy, bossy, and the best of all Pom traits on steroids. For years now, I have always thought of her whenever I hear the Stevie Wonder tune, “Isn’t She Lovely?”. There was never a dull moment with her.

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The Meaning of Life

snuggieWell, the meaning of life isn’t just a marvelous movie from that pack of silly buzzards Monty Python. Thank goodness, right? Who wants to yak a thin wafer all over everything in sight? Gah! Odious! (But funny as hell to watch!) The meaning of life is fantastically way more mysterious, mystical, musical, etc. Here is my take on it:

I am a rather light-hearted soul, not prone to passing time pondering philosophy or profound mysteries (like why do hairdressers still give people mullets—LOL!) My brief exposure to a philosophy course in college resulted in a massive headache and a dropped class. I just couldn’t find the right answer to the question, “If you planted a chair and it sprouted, would it be a chair or would it be wood?” Who cares? I thought LSD wasn’t invented in Socrates or Plato’s time, whichever brainy ninny first posed this question.  No one who was sober would give a flying rat’s ass about that.

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Cultivating Gratitude for that in Our Lives Which “Sucketh”

“Oh, that’s too bad! What horrid news!” “Wow! Good for you! How cool!”

It is basic mammalian nature to avoid pain like the plague and seek pleasure. Would be kinda stupid if it weren’t that way,  wouldn’t it? Well, yes, from a survival perspective. But from the personal growth perspective, judging our life’s circumstances as only good-pleasureable- or bad-painful-and appreciating only the good ones doesn’t help us much sometimes. We can learn and grow immensely if we take time to ponder the painful ones, gaining gifts and insight that only hardship can bring.

Now I am not advocating placing yourself in harm’s way, such as cavorting gaily down the street at 2:00 a.m in a rough neighborhood, in order to grow emotionally and spiritually. I am referring to those circumstances in our lives that show up out of the blue and are usually beyond our control…such as being raped, severe car accidents, heart attacks, the bigger doozies. The ones that really, really cause a ruckus.

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Protecting Your Energy During Holiday Madness

The holidays. Visions of sugar plums NOT dancing in your head because you have to be stuck in a room with toxic relatives at Thanksgiving, shop in crammed malls brimming with impatient shoppers, and ___________(insert your own most energetically overwhelming holiday activity here)? For the empathic, the season brings the need for a good stiff martini and a week in the Bahamas to recover from all the gleeful cheer. So how to clean and clear your energy so you don’t want to ram the yule log up Aunt Blanche’s arse?

First, say NO! NO! NO! to any invitation which doesn’t add to your energy and juice you up. In all likelihood, no one has ever died because of hearing the word “No.” If they have, then it was their time to get 6 feet under. You have the responsibility to take care of yourself and enjoy Nov. and Dec. however best serves you. The word “NO” is equally advisable for donating handmade Christmas cookies to little Biffy’s school Christmas party, or any of the other myriad requests women especially are asked to fulfill during the festive season. All this doing and doing for others can leave you needing Mother’s Little Helper, and I hate to tell ya, but Keith Richards probably took all of those already!! Help yourself by liberally employing those two magical letters-NO.

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Can I Get a “HELL YEAH!!” for the Joys of Being Yourself?

IMG_0203Hell yeah! Being yourself is the only way to go. And ya kinda don’t have much choice as everyone else is already taken, right? So how do you go about the business of actually enjoying who you are? Many people don’t, sad to say. Here are some pointers from one who has struggled greatly with truly enjoying and appreciating who she is, both inside and out.

#1 Live and breathe by this quote: “Your opinion of me is none of my business.” Somewhere in your life, there most likely lurks someone who has a turdish opinion of you in some way. Your mom, an art reviewer who has seen the fruits of your creative labors, a holier-than-thou co-worker…….whoever. I don’t have folks in my personal life like this, but I certainly encounter them in my work as a psychic medium. People who consider me a Madame Cleo wanna be. Whatever. Their snide comments and looks don’t in any way negate my value as a person, or as a professional. It is simply their fear rising to the surface, and it is their problem. Continue reading “Can I Get a “HELL YEAH!!” for the Joys of Being Yourself?”

Being Psychic is Nothing to Be Embarrassed About

SO many people begin a conversations with me with these exact words, whispered in hushed tones: “I would never tell anyone this but you……”  What? At first I wondered what the issue was. Did they fart in yoga? Do they have crabs from “the toilet seat”? Nope. Now I know precisely how this conversation will unfold; they will share their intuitive/psychic/whatever- you- wanna- call- it experiences. And they are ashamed and embarrassed, fearing others will think them nuttier than a fruitcake.

I can empathize. I used to be there. I just got over the problem like 2 days ago! Seriously! And I have been doing readings for 11 years. Why would I feel badly about using an inherent skill I was born with to help people live more happily and harmoniously? Because this wasn’t what I was “supposed” to be doing. I was “supposed” to be doing something more “brainy” and “respectable” to help folks, such as using the social work degree I have. I was raised knowing I was a smart little whippersnapper and was expected to use that intellect in a well-paying, consistent job with benefits. Yeah, I did it. I hated EVERY second of it! Some of the worst times of my professional life occurred while I had the initials MSW and LSW behind my name-master in social work and licensed social worker. I am so grateful I never have to return to that profession. Or another office job. Ack!!! I could spit up a hairball just thinking of it. Actually considered it a few weeks ago and immediately developed a splitting headache. My body knew that is the wrong place for me to serve humanity. Continue reading “Being Psychic is Nothing to Be Embarrassed About”

Everyone Should Wear a Hello Kitty Cape!

Indeed! No, this isn’t the latest fashion trend to hit NYC. Karl Lagerfeld hasn’t designed Hello Kitty gear for Chanel, unfortunately. Donning this fabulous cape won’t earn you style accolades in any part of the country. Why? Because no one can see it!

Nay, Nay, didn’t put weed in my eggs this morning–this cape is actually one of the MOST effective methods of deflecting energy in stressful situations or large crowds for a highly intuitive person. And it is so easy! Simply imagine yourself ensconced in a black cape which covers your head, leaving only your pretty peepers peering out into the world. (I call it a Hello Kitty cape because I decorate mine with Kitty ears, nose, etc. It just makes me happy, and it is my cape–can decorate it any way that gives me my jollies.) Next, say, “I only sense the energy of love and only the energy of love is emitted from me.” C’est easy peasy, oui??? Continue reading “Everyone Should Wear a Hello Kitty Cape!”

A New Meaning for the Term “Quickie”!

Do you have little hills of books around your comfy bed? So many books–so little time! And there they recline…gathering dust like it is an Olympic sport. “One day I will read that,” you mutter as carelessly wipe the dust bunny on top of Mt. Self Help onto the floor. Here is my shortcut guaranteed to get you the most bang for your time outta that pile of books–you will whip through them in record speed.

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For John Sake, Don’t Do THIS!!!!!

Am I urging you not to eat beans before a critical job interview? No. It is way worse than that. For me, farting during an interview is preferable to this! It is one of the biggest, grand daddy of ’em all, fat, honkin’ intuitive mistakes you could ever make. And it could have nasty consequences. It did for me.

I am referring to receiving intuitive guidance and ASSUMING you know what it means! OUCH! Literally. I made this HUGE error in December. I kept hearing “Slow down.” “Slow down.” And I assumed (and no, it didn’t make an ass of my guides–just me) they were referring to not over-scheduling myself, so I of course did just that.  Ensured I had time for R & R and all that jazz. WRONG! They meant to NOT physically move so quickly with increasing my work hours and time spent in physical activity. A true suckfest thusly ensued. I restrained my knee ligaments, which had healed so lovely, and screwed them up the worst I have since a major ligament injury in 1996. How did I make this ghastly error? I didn’t think.  Dad died at the end of November, and my brain disintegrates into total pppppffffftttttt when I am grieving. Common Sense takes a long trip to Europe when I grieve, leaving me prone to poor decisions and various stupidities until my heart heals a bit. Continue reading “For John Sake, Don’t Do THIS!!!!!”