Blessed Samhain

I am sitting here, Rob has taken Robbin trick-or-treating, enjoying a moment's quiet, we have a horde about to descend upon us (roomie and GF, friend with DH, DS, and DS's GF) Now iffen you didn't get that, it's ok, just count the individuals.... Rob dressed out two rabbits and they're in the crockpot...we're gonna ParTay! And do healings all around. Rob will do them but I'm also in the room even if I am downstairs...I'm dressed all witchy, if anyone *does* come to the door (we have NO neighbours) I'll open it and ask Who interrupts the Dance of the Dead on this night? Buahahahaahhahahaaha...
(am I bad or what?)

Rob

He is fine today. A little sore but otherwise Ok. To whomsoever sent energies, Thank You!

He's Home!

Just as I was lighting the candles on the Altar, the door opened and he came home. Now you may laugh and call me a silly old fool but I believe that it is no coincidence that he came home when he did. He is Ok, still in pain, the Dr says he has a possible hernia and some possible colon damage, to watch for the next 24 for peritonitis signs, and rest. I'll make SURE he rests. He said he could feel the energy from the E.R. and *knew* I was doing something along the lines of energy work.
I'm just glad he is home. I'll take it from here.

Spamalot

As I sit I am downloading almost 600 MORE emails, ALL spam. I am also trying HARD not to panic, I still haven't heard from Rob and it has been over three hours. I am setting up a new altar, just to keep my mind from going into bad places. It is a House altar. I am praying for all I'm worth, and trying not to panic Robbin, who spent two hours in my bed (right behind me in the same room) until he UNDERSTOOD what happened and understands NOT to do it again, ever.

Spamalot

Ok all y'all, since Oct '99 we have had a website. Now, because of that my email is a "catchall". meaning that email to yodamamma@ as well as email to leroy, james, pinkie, stupid, or whatever name @ comes to ME. Well, seems lately some person has been sending out thousands of spam emails with "bumtwinflamesfor@" our email, and the spam filters are catching and returning them by the thousands. Meaning, for the last few days I have been deleting about 4,000 emails a day. I already get, on average, 1,000 spam emails a day, but now I am deleting them by the thousands!!!
Now. to add injury to insult (literally), Rob is right now on his way to the walk-in clinic, as Robbin took it upon himself to jump on to his sleeping father right in the liver. We iced it but it is bulging (not excessive but enough to worry about) so he took the insurance card and drove off. Would NOT let me drive him. So I get to sit home and worry. I know it is mercrograde but this is ridiculous. And to top it all off? It is Robbin's 9th Birthday. And I don't know if daddy will be home or hospitalized for it. Am I sitting here crying? You betcha. Send energies and light candles, please. I will update as soon as I have something to report.
In the time it took me to post that I got 684 emails.
Robbin is on my bed crying his wee eyes out. I can't help him right now. He DID know better then to do that. He KNOWS not to jump on people. I am letting him (and me) take a time-out, even though I don't really believe in time-out's, sometimes they are necessary, both for the parent and for the child, to cool off. We WILL be ok, it will pass (as long as Rob doesn't! GOD he HAS to be OK!!!)
Whooboy here comes another 30 emails.

Nostalgia

I am sitting here listening to Rob Thomas, and thinking about MY Rob, and when we first got together.
I had a shop in Shepherdstown, WV, and he came in one day with Mikey (Yes, Unkle Mikey) and there was just....something about him. He is 12 years younger then I am, BTW. I didn't see him again until almost Spring of the next year. Many years later I recalled our first meeting, and came upon the date. Oct 29. Our son's birthday is...Oct 29.
When he came back in to my shop, my mother was tending shop that day and she recalled that he was dangerous (yes, he saved me from her, so he Was a danger to her and her control over me). He came back, again, and this time I was there. I had just come back from an SCA event in Hattiesburg, Miss, and was preparing to go to another in Ga. We talked about the event and I found myself saying "Would you like to come with me?" While the little person on my shoulder said "WHAT?!? You don't know this guy! He could be a murderer!" (He isn't) and he found himself saying "Sure, that would be great!" While *his* little shoulder person was saying "WHAT?!? You don't know this woman, she could be a murderer!" (I am not)
In the meantime, he had to go back up to NY to get his gear and check on his folk's house (now sold to the marina). When he came back down to go to the event, he as going to stay with us in our guest room. When he got back to WV, he came on to my shop, sword in hand, and got on one knee, planted his sword, looked me in the eyes and said "My sword and my service are yours, My Lady" *melt*swoon*gasp*LOVE!!!BOING!!! (I've always been a sucker for a man with a big....sword...)
So, now you know why we are still together, 13 years later (almost 14)
That night as he was sleeping in the other room I was getting all these feelings, so I went to his door, knocked and said "What are you *Doing* to me?" He grinned, and I practically dragged him to my bedroom, and thus ended 15 years of celibacy.
So know you...the rest of the story!!!