My Mom came out to visit, and that was great, she got me an early birthday present one of those 'bullet' thingies in the infomercials, and I LOVE IT! It was her idea, since she wants me to make natural shakes to help me loose weight. And I plan to. :)

It was great spending time with my Mom, it's never enough it seems. We were all disappointed by B's inability to stop her rambling spirit long enough and hang out, and spend time with Gran, who only comes once a year. My Mom even said, it's no big deal, but she better not expect more than the token $10 or $20 from me on holidays and birthday's. You have to realize, B at every turn is asking for money! Not from Gran mind you, but that may be next, if her Father dries out soon. I mean it's really sad, and yes that bad, when the girl hardly calls her Father for anything other than to ask for money. Yeah I don't love the guy anymore, and he may have tried to kill me, and may regret it up the wazoo, still I know when an injustice is being done too.

Anyway on with other things, my Mother has always claimed she can't be 100% sure that Ted was my Father, and her one excuse, was that it was the '60's! *rolls eyes* then there's the thing that her and Ted were "trying" to work things out, but that never lead anywhere permanent of course. I mean (believe it or not) the man tried to strangle her on their honeymoon, was a deadbeat (in the sense that he wouldn't go to work), and wanted my Mom to do everything for him, and he didn't have a license even though he was able to drive. That wasn't happening.

So on the other hand my Mom says she's stumped, by my infatuation with everything British, from Benny Hill to Mr. Bean :D as well as everything Celtic (and no it’s not because of you Ian, I’ve had this thing going since I was a tween) then she tells me I must be Ted's daughter because, I picked a man who doesn't have a license, isn't working a 9 to 5 job, AND because my teeth seem to be worsening as I age, all characteristics of my Father, the man on my birth certificate, Mr. Oliver Tidwell Thornton. HeeeHeee!

NOTE: Yesterday I walked by a mud splat on the ridge of the school's flowerbed, which is what it looked like on the first walk by, while waiting for Freya to get back from her Valley Fair Trip with day care. Then on the way back out with Freya, it occurred to me that it was very much shaped like a miniature turtle, and said so as I started to walk away with her, and she wanted to know what I was talking about, so I went back & pointed it out and said doesn't it just? That's when I bent down real close, before Freya came closer, and realized that, that is EXACTLY what it was, a squashed BABY turtle for cryin' out loud, that vision just ruined by evening, and I shooed Freya away towards the car! I'm reading too much into this (and the Water Turtle is the one that is my Totem, but still, this was not a pleasant visual for me).

In other news, B starts HS this year, in 1 week to be exact. OUCH!

Another thing bugging me and worrying me to know end, is the crowd she's hanging with (the looser crowd as M puts it, he should know he says, 'cause that's who he hung with), 2 - 18 yr old boys (1 w/a car for sure!!!), 2 - 15 yr old girls, and some odds and ends, a 15 yr old boy & a 16 yr old. She's scaring me I tell you... One of the 18 yr olds has a girl friend going into labor prematurely and they spent the afternoon at a hospital with him. Mind you ever since the "joyridding fiasco" w/her friend Mia, she's had a curfiew she's had to meet and she's been doing more or less ok with that. But still...

Somebody, just put me out of my misery already K?

My Mom, for the last 2 yrs has become certified in Therapy Hypnosis, and I've asked her to put something together for me, for memory retention. Yes I know the dangers of messing with the memory in hypnosis, but I trust my Mom.

I've also started to try and work a little harder on the ADF Dedicant Program, and see if I

can progress on that further soon. No I haven't given up on doing the OBOD Program, but I just can't afford the $300 it's going to cost me, right now.

Well I think that's enough. TTFN

I thought some of you might like it, and get to know me a little more... ;)

I went to H.S. at Sparks High in Sparks, NV. I was then L. Regina Gill, I was an adopted child, those who knew me and still know me from then, know I had quite the troubled upbringing. I am now divorced and upon my divorce, I was allowed to re-claim my birth name and that is what Thornton is, my birth name.

I didn't graduate from Sparks even though my picture can still be found in the Senior Class year book for 83-84. I actually ended up graduating from Wooster, after having to leave Sparks in the middle of the year, because I left home, yup twice, the first time I was only 13 and ran to the hills, yup pun intended, of Mt. Rose where I froze my feet to twice it's size, came back down, with my partner in crime a girl Irene brought back from Brasil with us, we stayed with a family, who finally turned us into child services, and had my ass sent back to Irene, she of course was of age, and didn't have to go back, they set her free and loose in the good 'ol US of A. Then I left again, at 17 the night after being chased around the house by a mad woman with a butcher knife in her hand. That's when I decided to hide out in the back parking lot of Sparks High, and my friend the next day took me to her Mom's, they lived in a Trailer Park in Sun Valley, she was kind enough to let me stay with them, and that summer was the best I ever had in my 4 years of H.S., it was truly the Summer of Love, and the most I got to hang out with my pals and friends, but of course I had to ruin that with my drama and big mouth, and to compound it all, he cheated on me with a girl a year older than myself.

After staying with a friend's Mom for a few months, who was a foster Mom, I ended up having to leave there because of drama, and went to live in Washoe County, in believe it or not a girls home, named none other than "Regina Hall".

Something no one probably ever knew about meek looking, but rebel like little Reggie, if I could have gotten away with it, I would have colored my hair blue, or put a white streak down the side. I liked punk music, country music, and rock n roll.

I also go by Lainie now, as that is my first name and the name my "real" Mother gave me. Yes I have met her! And it's as though she was never gone!

My best friends were Tony Gresham and Sandy Templin, and still are. I had 2 serious boyfriends one lasted a little longer than the other. Joseph Plaisted (yes I still remember your name - and I haven't had a yearbook in 10 yrs; do you remember the wedding in the park? me in my blue/white ren dress and borrowed veil sang "The Rose" and you sang "You decorated my Life" and our friend played the preacher! ah yes first love! ain't it grand?) and James Parker, the country boy i dated on the rebound, who tried to teach me how to drive in his pick up truck. I hung out with the ROTC crowd, they were my buddies, we were also known as the "A Team" even if we didn't have a Mr. T ;)

I've been around a bit since H.S., lived in Carson City for 6 months, then moved to San Francisco, CA and lived there for 10 yrs before, making the fatalistic mistake of following my ex to his home country of Chile, SA. Once I managed to get my toosh out of there 4 yrs later, and humbled but still the rebel I've always been, I came to MN, with my 2 daughters. I'm in love, been together for almost 7 years now, and we manage.

More Dreams, sharing from my LJ post....

I was hanging out in the house, and Irene shows up, good as you please to visit and say hello, and see the girls, only the girls aren't in the dream. I'm feeling ashamed and very strange at calling her Mother, but I do anyway, and then my Mom calls and is on the phone, and I'm telling her she's there, and wondering what I should do, and just being really insecure at the whole thing, and then Irene says, "Well isn't she the Motherly one?".

There's a baby in the house, it is a boy and it is mine! (I don't have boys, I had a dream once when I was in my 20's of myself in my middle ages, by a blue and white oldies truck, waiting for my son, who comes walking out of a house, and the pride in my face is fairly obvious, I can feel this pride in that dream very strong, the boy was approximately 13, and there was a man packing up the truck with all our things, and I knew this was the man I loved with all my heart, I also knew it wasn't R (my ex).  This dream made so much of an effect on me at that time, that I always thought I was going to have a boy, but I haven't, and I now doubt it will ever happen, since I'm getting too old).

Anyway, then...
 
The dream changes, Irene isn't there anymore, I don't think, but complications arise, and there's this "thing" that gets brought into the house, it's some weird "hatch" like thing looks like a dishwasher in shape, and under it is an entrance that you reach "through" the "hatch", but I'm very aware of some beast monster trying to get out of the hole, and I am very aware of the menace, I manage, with someone else (unsure who this someone is), to get it out of the house, and where the "hatch" was is a tiny little hole now, with the beast still down there, but it can't get out anymore. Then I'm walking down the hall where that couch is and I'm hearing "hissing" and I know it's a cockroach nest inside the couch, I can feel and see the swarm of them inside the couch even though there's no rips or tears or damage to the couch at all.

Then it all changes, and I'm at F's school and just doing all the things parents do, choir and band, and talking to teachers about grades, etc. and there are children all around me in the halls, and I'm feeling overwhelmed by the crowd of children, in the school.

That's it, that's all the vividness I can remember of the dream, and it ends....

Well it's my first post. I thought I'd try this site out, it's right nice and quite up my alley! ;) Anyway Hello Covenspace! :D

I'm a mother of 2 beautiful girls, I am Divorced and in a relationship for the last 5 yrs. Quite taken so not looking.

This site appears to be the next step in my evolution as a Pagan seeker, and student. Path is very ecclectic: Druid, Greenwitch. I just call myself a Gnostic Pagan. Influences are Celtic Paganism, Gnosticism, and Budhism.

I'm an avid nature lover, reader, rubber stamper, wood carver, and Kitchen Witch. 

I love Ancient History, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Herbalism, & the Paranormal. Quite into  conspiracy theories too.

Well, I hope this enlightens any visitors to my page, as to some of my interests, etc.

See ya'll around...