Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Pieces of Me

No, definitely NOT the brown haired Simpson person, but a picture of pieces of me...

Inspired by the Tall Poppy's Picture extravaganza, and this picture was taken a couple of days ago when an artist friend asked me to snap a picture that was a representation of my life at this moment in time.

I'm not going to sit here and explain everything, because that would be boring, but the interesting part as I see it. I wanted my Tarot cards in there to represent fate. I've always felt the tug of fate, since I was a child. I know there is something I need to do in this life, the problem is figuring out what.

So the cards you see in the picture were selected at random, as I wanted to see what would come up. Interesting enough, here are their meanings:

Strength: Better health, success, rewards. Balance between spiritual and carnal natures.

IV of Cups: Alone by choice, period of reflection.

VIII of Wands: Great haste, great hope, on the move. Journey, messages about love.

II of Pentacles: Harmony in the midst of change.

Interesting indeed.

*Side notes*:

I'm going on straight afternoon shift starting tomorrow (or today, depending which freakin' day you are on). It has both an upside and a downside.

Upside is that I'm pretty sure I'd make a damn good vampire if I could stand the sight of blood. I'm a nightcrawler for sure, and getting up early in the morning makes me rather cranky.

Downside is that while I'm a not a morning person unless it is morning and it is time to go to bed, usually I go into work whenever I feel like it. I don't know how I'm going to like being on a set schedule.

My oldest nephew who is 20 and lives with me informed me today that his current girlfriend wishes to get engaged and start looking towards the future. This is wrong on so many levels I don't know where to begin. It also scared the crap out of me.

T called and asked me if Garden Gnomes use a pipe. I said sure, why not just because he is being such a good sport with the whole Halloween thing.

Someone won the freakin' Powerball, and it wasn't me. I must say though, that since being hit on the head by the Powerball sign that fateful day in September I have made a total of $32 profit from the lottery. Go me...

1 comment:

Pink Poppy said...

LOL...AND I love your collage! Cool! I must say that one of the great injustices of Powerball is that people like Rep. Jim Sensenbrenner (who was already a multi-gazzillionaire) win, while millions of others whose lives could be changed by a few hundred thousand (or millions of) dollars never get lucky. Or at least not in the lottery...THAT's what I meant..., of course...