*does the happy dance* Prop 8 has been deemed unconstitutional, HUZZAH! This is wonderful news as I am very pro LGBT. Hell, I am the "B" in LGBT. I think all people should have the right to love whom they want, be married to whom they want and create a family that suits THEM. Love is love no matter how you spin it. Also, since so many Gay and Lesbian couples choose to adopt, I would rather see children go into loving homes like that as opposed to stuck in "the system" until they are 18 and then told "Good Luck. Now get out." Holy tangent, Batman. Back to Prop 8. This now opens the door to a FEDERAL law deeming the Defense Of Marriage Act (DOMA) unconstitutional and opening the door for the Respect for Marriage Act (RMA). This is ALL very very VERY good news and my faith in (American) humanity is slowly being restored.
This leads also to my next topic, polygamy. Yep, I totally went there. I am just all around a poly kind of girl I guess, because on top of being Polytheist (many gods), I believe in Polyamory, too. Despite the mismatch of Greek and Latin terms, Polyamory is the belief that one can love more than one person AT THE SAME TIME. There are many forms of this, the most common being polygamy, one man with many wives. There are also cultures that practice polyandry, one woman with many husbands. I personally would LOVE to have a wife join our family but I want her to be MY wife in every since of the word, as well. None of this sister-wife stuff. ("B" in LGBT remember? That's a whole different rant for a different day.) I do love the show Sister Wives, though and I love the model of Polygamy that they show the world. They're just normal people with lots of love to go around. Kody isn't a misogynistic asshole, the women all came into the marriage willingly and with full disclosure, and the kids pretty much all get along. Yes there are fights, yes, there is jealousy. But show me ONE relationship of any kind that doesn't deal with those very same problems at one time or another.... Ward and June Cleaver DON'T count. Where am I going with this? Well, it seems that my favorite polygamist family is going to court to fight the bigamy laws. YAY!! Kody says in the intro to every show, "Love should be multiplied, not divided" and that just sings in my heart. How is MORE love ever a bad thing?
In the end, I believe that love in all it's many wonderful forms, will prevail. Someday we will learn to stay the heck outta each others bedrooms because at the end of the day it doesn't effect who you are as a person. More love for everyone!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
A little of this and a little of that.
Okay, I stand corrected. A. was sick, she felt the early part of it coming on Friday, because today she wakes up with a fever. Good thing she is only in Kindergarten so she is not really missing much.
So I joined a FB group for Headcovering Pagans and I have to tell you that it's so nice to have a little validation that I'm not bonkers. We don't all believe exactly the same thing but it is nice to have a small community of women who are going through similar tests of faith that I am...There is currently a debate as to whether or not it's more "right" to consciously choose to patron a Pagan/Polytheist vendor over a Monotheist one. For me this is a conundrum because I can fully see both sides of the debate. I feel, however, that while I can consider myself sister to the whole of the human race, it's the same as any other sibling. I may love them all but sometimes I *LIKE* some of them better than others. I am merely human and if you say something nasty about me or my beliefs then I am not going to like you very much. Meany heads.
R. is testing the limits of my patience today. I love him, I really do, but the screaming makes me wish I were deaf. And then he'll tell me he wants something but the moment I get it for him he starts screaming "NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!". He's been up my ass for the past week, ever since I had to go to the ER in the middle of the night. I had an ovarian cyst burst and my BFF came to sit with the kids. R. woke up while we were gone to find our bed empty and he lost it. I can see where that would be scary for a little guy (2) but COME ON!
On top of it all, N. is leaving one week from today for 4 months of schooling. I know I am the world's luckiest Navy wife to have had him home every night for the past 4 years (save for the occasional 24hr watch). That said, I am NOT looking forward to manning this z00 alone. I do have some really good friends but it's not the same as having N. home. Also, I am really not looking forward to sleeping alone.
On the faith front, I set up a little alter to Hestia in my kitchen today after cleaning it. I feel like having that will inspire me to keep it cleaner as it is now a sacred space.
So I joined a FB group for Headcovering Pagans and I have to tell you that it's so nice to have a little validation that I'm not bonkers. We don't all believe exactly the same thing but it is nice to have a small community of women who are going through similar tests of faith that I am...There is currently a debate as to whether or not it's more "right" to consciously choose to patron a Pagan/Polytheist vendor over a Monotheist one. For me this is a conundrum because I can fully see both sides of the debate. I feel, however, that while I can consider myself sister to the whole of the human race, it's the same as any other sibling. I may love them all but sometimes I *LIKE* some of them better than others. I am merely human and if you say something nasty about me or my beliefs then I am not going to like you very much. Meany heads.
R. is testing the limits of my patience today. I love him, I really do, but the screaming makes me wish I were deaf. And then he'll tell me he wants something but the moment I get it for him he starts screaming "NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!". He's been up my ass for the past week, ever since I had to go to the ER in the middle of the night. I had an ovarian cyst burst and my BFF came to sit with the kids. R. woke up while we were gone to find our bed empty and he lost it. I can see where that would be scary for a little guy (2) but COME ON!
On top of it all, N. is leaving one week from today for 4 months of schooling. I know I am the world's luckiest Navy wife to have had him home every night for the past 4 years (save for the occasional 24hr watch). That said, I am NOT looking forward to manning this z00 alone. I do have some really good friends but it's not the same as having N. home. Also, I am really not looking forward to sleeping alone.
On the faith front, I set up a little alter to Hestia in my kitchen today after cleaning it. I feel like having that will inspire me to keep it cleaner as it is now a sacred space.
Friday, February 3, 2012
I got duped...
So this morning A. comes up to me, coughing like a pack-a-day smoker and saying her chest hurt. "Mommy," she says " I don't feel good. I don't want to go to school." As this is the first time those words, in that order, have ever fallen from her lips what could I do but take her at her word? Right? Well, not half an hour later she appeared perfectly fine and was running around the house chasing her brother. I realized, I'd been had. *Facepalm*
THEN I go to light my stick of incense, like I do every morning. A friend gave me this really great resin on a stick so I lit some of that. Not five minutes later I turn around and it's gone out. So I light it again. Five minutes later, same thing. Soooo I grab another stick and lit THAT one and guess what? Yup, refused to stay lit. AHHH!!! I need my frankincense fix, damn it!!! Well I ended up giving up and using some resin and a charcoal brick. I don't mind doing that but, well, it's the principal of the matter. Those stick should have stayed lit!
On a happier note, I found 3 scarves on sale at Wally World tonight so I'm really excited to not have to wear heavy sarongs on my head anymore. They were starting to give me headaches. I will try them out and post photos for your viewing pleasure either sometime this weekend or possibly Monday.
THEN I go to light my stick of incense, like I do every morning. A friend gave me this really great resin on a stick so I lit some of that. Not five minutes later I turn around and it's gone out. So I light it again. Five minutes later, same thing. Soooo I grab another stick and lit THAT one and guess what? Yup, refused to stay lit. AHHH!!! I need my frankincense fix, damn it!!! Well I ended up giving up and using some resin and a charcoal brick. I don't mind doing that but, well, it's the principal of the matter. Those stick should have stayed lit!
On a happier note, I found 3 scarves on sale at Wally World tonight so I'm really excited to not have to wear heavy sarongs on my head anymore. They were starting to give me headaches. I will try them out and post photos for your viewing pleasure either sometime this weekend or possibly Monday.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Motherhood...
I could go a lot of places with this, and I might because I have a tendency to ramble.
I became a mother at the tender age of 20. I was married, although in a far-from-stable relationship to a boy I had only known for 2 months before we jumped the broom. (Side note- My ex husband, J., is a piece of work who will get his own post at a later date.) I wasn't ready, I should never have married J. and I had never wanted to be mother. I do have to say the pregnancy agrees with me, the the aftermath that I'm not so sure about.
I have serious doubts about my abilities as a parent. When they're really tiny, like pre-mobility, I love them. I love breastfeeding, I love holding them, rocking them to sleep, the whole of it... then they get mobile. Then they start trying to communicate but they can't so they get frustrated which in turn makes ME frustrated which makes them MORE frustrated.... I think you see where this is going. I don't know what to do with them, you can't talk to them. I get bored playing with them after about 5 minutes. I know that's horrible but it's true! I know how their brains function (thank you Developmental Psychology!) but that doesn't make it any easier. Can't we just do like the Borg and put them in a kind of stasis until they're adults?
Okay don't get your knickers in a knot, I don't ALWAYS feel like that. There are enough awesome mommy moments that I still like the little buggers but seriously some days....
My brain keeps me up at night wondering what my life would have been like if only I hadn't gotten married, or at least if I hadn't had A. I love A. but I can't help but wonder how different (read: possibly better) my life could have been without her. I feel trapped and alone. I feel like an evil evil person for wishing I could change the past. But here in the present if someone tried to take my children from me I would kill them with out blinking.
SO why am I telling you what a horrible Parent I am? Well this is part of what I am hoping Hera and Hestia are going to help me with. I mean I worry about Hera's track record (*cough cough* HephaestusHeracles *cough*) but I suppose she isn't the Goddess of mothers and childbirth for no reason. Hestia is, to my mind, the epitome of what a Stay at Home Mother should be and that is something I aspire to. I think this too is where the covering comes it, because it reminds me that I am beholden to a higher power. It is also a reminder that I am a woman now and not a child. Covering is kind of my Mother Hood (see my pun there?).
So see I took the long way around but we have a point!
I became a mother at the tender age of 20. I was married, although in a far-from-stable relationship to a boy I had only known for 2 months before we jumped the broom. (Side note- My ex husband, J., is a piece of work who will get his own post at a later date.) I wasn't ready, I should never have married J. and I had never wanted to be mother. I do have to say the pregnancy agrees with me, the the aftermath that I'm not so sure about.
I have serious doubts about my abilities as a parent. When they're really tiny, like pre-mobility, I love them. I love breastfeeding, I love holding them, rocking them to sleep, the whole of it... then they get mobile. Then they start trying to communicate but they can't so they get frustrated which in turn makes ME frustrated which makes them MORE frustrated.... I think you see where this is going. I don't know what to do with them, you can't talk to them. I get bored playing with them after about 5 minutes. I know that's horrible but it's true! I know how their brains function (thank you Developmental Psychology!) but that doesn't make it any easier. Can't we just do like the Borg and put them in a kind of stasis until they're adults?
Okay don't get your knickers in a knot, I don't ALWAYS feel like that. There are enough awesome mommy moments that I still like the little buggers but seriously some days....
My brain keeps me up at night wondering what my life would have been like if only I hadn't gotten married, or at least if I hadn't had A. I love A. but I can't help but wonder how different (read: possibly better) my life could have been without her. I feel trapped and alone. I feel like an evil evil person for wishing I could change the past. But here in the present if someone tried to take my children from me I would kill them with out blinking.
SO why am I telling you what a horrible Parent I am? Well this is part of what I am hoping Hera and Hestia are going to help me with. I mean I worry about Hera's track record (*cough cough* HephaestusHeracles *cough*) but I suppose she isn't the Goddess of mothers and childbirth for no reason. Hestia is, to my mind, the epitome of what a Stay at Home Mother should be and that is something I aspire to. I think this too is where the covering comes it, because it reminds me that I am beholden to a higher power. It is also a reminder that I am a woman now and not a child. Covering is kind of my Mother Hood (see my pun there?).
So see I took the long way around but we have a point!
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
New blog, take 1.
I don't really know why I am trying this again. I am a horrible blogger. I will blog like a champ for a month, maybe two, and then I forget about it... sometimes for years but I feel compelled to do this again so here we are.
I am a head covering Polytheist, currently dedicated to Hestia and Hera. I used to say pagan but that no longer feels right. I was the "Pagan Poster Child" in my younger days, carefree, high spirited and decidedly NOT modest. I still do no have an issue with nudity but with age comes wisdom (or so I'm told) and I now feel it has it's time and place.
I am a stay at home mother/Navy wife.My husband, N. , isn't quite sure what to think of my head covering but he supports me, and I think he secretly likes having sole access to my hair. My daughter, A. who is 6, is fascinated by this and is currently covering her head as well. It is her choice but we will see how long it lasts. My son, R., is only 2 and despite being weened for nearly 6 months now, I am still only the bearer of the boobs to him.
I am a nursing student. I was a medic in the Air Force, many moons ago now it seems. I am working now on my AAS in Nursing but my goal is to become a Certified Nurse Midwife and Women's Health Nurse Practitioner. Is it any wonder that Hera decided to come knocking with ambitions like that? Now, however, I am beginning to question if it wasn't She that quietly pushed me in that direction. Owww...Head hurting, meddling Gods....
I suppose that is it for today. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Feel free!
I am a head covering Polytheist, currently dedicated to Hestia and Hera. I used to say pagan but that no longer feels right. I was the "Pagan Poster Child" in my younger days, carefree, high spirited and decidedly NOT modest. I still do no have an issue with nudity but with age comes wisdom (or so I'm told) and I now feel it has it's time and place.
I am a stay at home mother/Navy wife.My husband, N. , isn't quite sure what to think of my head covering but he supports me, and I think he secretly likes having sole access to my hair. My daughter, A. who is 6, is fascinated by this and is currently covering her head as well. It is her choice but we will see how long it lasts. My son, R., is only 2 and despite being weened for nearly 6 months now, I am still only the bearer of the boobs to him.
I am a nursing student. I was a medic in the Air Force, many moons ago now it seems. I am working now on my AAS in Nursing but my goal is to become a Certified Nurse Midwife and Women's Health Nurse Practitioner. Is it any wonder that Hera decided to come knocking with ambitions like that? Now, however, I am beginning to question if it wasn't She that quietly pushed me in that direction. Owww...Head hurting, meddling Gods....
I suppose that is it for today. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Feel free!
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