Just Me
Centella.
Just little old me. Little girl but watch out for my purse Derringer! Ha! I wish, but I'm very good with them! Little .22 baby, shooting an innocent tree. Lol! That was fun. Miss Dave. Hope he's outta prison. Nah, my favorite is a .22 Ruger rifle with a collapsible stock. Its little too. It is Tom's. Biggest I've shot was a .243 hunting rifle. Big power! You never need a .12 gauge (idiot or are you taking down a load of caribou?) and ya really don't need a .306 either unless yer gettin mule deer? ROFLOL!
Sorry, I'm an Oregon girl so guns, hunting, and fishing are in my blood. But my dad couldn't hunt or fish because he had to work hard to feed us. He wasn't into that fare. It was my ex who really brought it out and my Tom who drove in the nail. My dad taught me cars! I know real cars, before fuel injections and crazy safety precautions. xD Here's my favorite car ever, in the exact color too. British Racing Green. This is the sedan. Only Series II and III were made as coupes. They say the Series II had a 12 banger available in it, from 75-79. Love those 12 bangers! (V12 engine), sorry, mechanic talk!
My dad's "other job" was being a mechanic at his buddy's shop USJAGV8. I can only say lovely things about his long time friend, Warren. I was always at his shop or house. I loved the noises of pneumatic tools and floor jacks scraping, the smell of oil and gas plus transmission fluid...open hoods with lots of European wiring...
What Warren did was expensive, time consuming, and took hard, diligent work. My dad did a lot with interiors, which was back breaking because there's screws and little parts everywhere! He took me with him to find the exact colors for the dashboard and the seats. The headliner HAD to match perfectly, seemlessly. Perfect Fit McDonald's was a fun foam store! Old, dark, and very rickety, it was almost in downtown Portland. I believe it was not far from the Ross Island bridge, near 6th or 7th street. My puny memory...could be 9th or 10th? Lol! Its gone and they tore down the ancient building. Fuck, there were missing stairs! :'( Good thing we took a super old elevator downstairs! Still not my oldest elevator!!! xD
Warren had another very successful hobby. He was one or was THE biggest prop dope cookers in Portland through the 80's until the late 90's. What's "prop dope?" REAL methamphetamine, not pseudoephedrine meth. The propylene oxide or propylene glycol chemicals used for prop dope were never seen by me, but from I did witness, was just fuckin beakers!
Tom said that all that you needed was *one* line and you were clear, crisp, and up for 3 days. I'm positive that my dad was involved but he never took any drugs. He refused morphine after a back fusion and shoulder surgery. He was younger too. He hated tweakers as well so he'd never do meth. I never saw my dad excited! Warren used it though. He talked fast, acted hyper, and sniffed a lot. Still love him like another dad. Cool Eskimo dude mixed with Caucasian roots. Hair went completely grey by 20. I know another dude like that too. Went totally grey at 15. He's also Native. Weird!
Anyhoo. Uppers are pretty much the only drugs I find useful. I take a prescription of low dose (20mg) methylphenidate for my weight that my psychiatrist provides. When not abused, these meds foster productivity, wakefulness, creativity, and help weight maintenance. My psychiatrist is in his 70's and has the "old ways." Older doctors will still prescribe benzodiazepines, like he does. He told me that he is one of the very few that will prescribe those in the Eugene/Springfield area. Tom can't even get a benzo. The benzo (clonazepam) is for my anxiety disorder and also helps my TMJ, or my Temporalmandibular joint pain. :'( When I began this drug, I took 4mg! Now I take .5mg-1mg and I get hangovers!
Ala - Everything Is Awesome: "I'm broken, old, and crazy hey just put me away..I'm not awesome..just forget this broad and don't read her blog..."Can't write songs but I'm good with poetry.
I just ended up like the ppl I was surrounded by. Yes, you can change yourself. But often you will find at least one trait of a relative. Get this: You can inherently have a trait and not even know it until it pops out! Often, your mate or friend will notice "something different" about you. It could be as weird as a smell that you noticed the other day. You hated it because it reminded you of the perfume your aunt Eunice used to wear! Pee-yeww!
I'm being fuckin random because I have stuff to say and these things don't go well enough for multiple entries. Thinking of dad. Sure miss him. Miss Warren too. His middle name was Emmett. Who has that cool name now? I remember his birthday! Wow! November 11, 1938! Holy crap, my memory is selective but not purposely. My dad's birthday was October 24, 1948. They were both Scorpios. Boy they had weird fights! No yelling or name calling. It was a staring down, hour long quiet fest. Serious! They never "made up."
I ONLY learned to make up after a fight on television. My parents fought but did not apologize or hug - in fact, they NEVER hugged or kissed or said sorry in front of me. Maybe my older bruh Jerome. Not likely though. How is a child supposed to understand, except for television or looking at other families? My family was HARD. We were raised like any pre-1950's kid. As much as I love dad, he yelled with brutal words and my mom glared and ignored. No comfort. No tuck into bed. Cartoons for two hours, only Saturday morning 6-8 am. Dinner at 5pm. Bed 9pm. No detours, no changes. No one in my family but my grandpa Arthur (WWII) and my uncle Bob (Vietnam) were known military to me. I wondered how grandpa Ben didn't end up going to WWII. I have tons of unexplained stuff. But...I'm growing and my ancestors are giving me family history, piece by piece.
In Muertería, the Riptein cycle - ("Ripping Time") indicates that one of our holy days is coming up. Darim is on July 17th. This day celebrates the first thinning of the veil (there are three). Muertería is all solitary, so when I say "we" I'm addressing all Muerteríst's. And each person can worship god(s) along with muertos. Be sure to decorate your Living Altar nicely. Use black and white candles anointed with Darim oil. Black and white gingham is encouraged decor. Prepare a light summer meal.
Before ritual, anointing of the feet is traditional. Darim is the time to start your Sighting (scrying) practice with a new tool or perhaps a new technique. Or its time to refine your Sighting skills. As a normal part of rituals like holy days and misas, we prepare a patipemba (sigil) on parchment with Darim oil and blood (optional) to burn in our sanctified Amunishah (cauldron or burning bowl). Meaningful words and chants are said whilst burning. Ashes are kept as a part of our ash keeping practice. Those are powdered and emptied into a sacred pot.
On Darim, the moon is Waxing and in Capricorn. Auspicious for death rites. :) Said a lot and I'm done for now.
Por el amor de los muertos.


















