Intro to my loony life

 So, here I go into this world of Blogging. For the first time. I'm nervous. I don't know why I should feel nervous. I have thoughts going through my head all day long. I'm always thinking..' I should be blogging'  But I haven't tried it until now.  I just realised I am hungry. I haven't eaten lunch yet and it's 1:58 pm. Sounds just like a mom. Always too busy or lazy to do what I'm supposed to. But, my other side thinks, 'Who says you are supposed to eat at noon? Eat when you're hungry!'  What a revelation! lol 
I get the computer to myself today. My eight year old son, Morris, went to Bird's Hill Provincial Park with my parents and other family members. I did not want to go.  Today it's going to hit 31 degrees C and thats without humidex readings.  Too hot for me.  I am Not a summer person. and I am definitely not a heat person!  My body temperature does not regulate itself properly due to having MS (multiple sclerosis) and the meds I am on.  The last few years especially! Not to mention early menopause kicking in...ah yeah. The wonderous life of a woman! But I can't complain too much. I still have the use of my legs and arms and whatnot. At the MS Clinic some days I see what this disease can do to a young person. Wheel-chair bound and unable to take care of themselves. It's tragic. I was diagnosed in 2000, and so far, I have not progressed in my disease in terms of mobility. Although, it seems to have affected my memory and bladder functions a bit. I can only live day by day.  My son and common-law husband of 17 years really keep me boosted and fairly sane. My cat Muffin and more recently my Siamese fighting fish, Gaara, also keep me feeling up, when I'm down.
Animals have become very important in my life. To me they are always there when I need to blurt something out to noone in particular. Every cat I have had in the past, has had it's own personality. It's own quirky habits. It's own way of communicating with me and the family. My Dog, Ozzy, that I had a few years back, was such a lovable creature. When I looked into his eyes, I could almost read emotions in them. Of course, it may also be the spirit energy of perhaps, someone I have known in a past life. I believe, that animals and children are able to harbor energies(spirits) of souls that need a home. They just kind of "rent" that particular "body" until their personal body is born and they can grow in our world and experience what that spirit is meant to learn. Life is lessons that you must master or else be experienced over again. When your "lessons" are mastered and are ready for your next level of existence, then your earthly body dies. And you enter the spirit realm to wait for your next mission, as it were. That is why I believe that when an animal is abused by a human being. The spirit that inhabits that animal is also hurt. I believe some of these spirits are born into a human and one day will exact a sort of revenge.  eg: a young boy likes to kills small animals and derives pleasure from that--how would such feelings evolve in a young child? Without the child having experienced any such behaviours? It is an abused spirit lashing out!
  Okay, so at this point in my rookie blog, I have probably lost the majority of you. The rest who stayed probably are either psychology students or just as insane as me. Well, I have given you a teensy taste of me
so far. If my computer holds out and /or if my internet doesn't get cut off. I will be blogging again,soon.  No definite date, but a.s.a.p.

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