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Mirrors of Albion September 9th

Reaching level 55 in Alice in the Mirrors of Albion I realized that I still have not turned in the battleship collection.

(Hmmmm guess I can not psychologically deal with war of any type.)

Anyways I am having trouble finding the two blue tokens that are in the “necessary to turn in the Paradise Island collection.”  This quest was at the beginning of the game and I have yet to complete it.  My actions are to spend my little gold coins to find a spyglass to give to the decently dressed sailor to try to get the pearl to trade to the orange dressed, with awesome hat, tourist lady, but have yet to receive the blue tokens.

Mirrors of Albion Poem

Oh Alice, You have fled far.

I am still looking for the blowing obscuring mist away jar.

Against the clock I doth race.

How can anyone keep up this finger flying pace?

Of this game Lewis Carroll never knew.

I wonder if he would approve?

-C. C. Farmer

Mirrors of Albion poem 9-6-17

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Babysitting Orphan Kittens ep. one

The Day Three Kittens Came episode one.

The day after Queen Mom read a FB post on how the animal sanctuary closed in Wellsboro, Mama Cat went splat on the road at Empress Granny’s house.  Queen Mom had a house to clean, four children to feed and a tortoise that was long overdue for some attention.  But with the animal sanctuary closing and the fear that Empress Granny would either lose her mind or turn into the neighborhood Cat Lady, she offered to take the kittens for the weekend.

Princess Rose was overjoyed.  Princess Lilac was not sure.  Prince Reuben was excited, for he had named the yellow kitten Shine.  Prince Lindsey gave a how to care for orphan kitten commentary while reading “Big Nate Comics”.  Queen Mom was hoping that the kittens would keep Princess Rose from getting into trouble while she accomplished her to do list and that her loving, kind, sweet, manly, genius, not fond of any animals in the house other than an obedient dog, precious and forgiving husband would be able to cope with them for the weekend.


Queen Mom was hoping that the kittens would keep Princess Rose from getting into trouble while she accomplished her to do list and that her loving kind, sweet, manly, genius, not fond of any animals in the house other than an obedient dog, precious and forgiving husband would be able to cope with them for the weekend.


To Be Continued……..20170520_090528 (1).jpg



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Joy for my Dreams. Lavender for my Ouchies.

Joy for my dreams.

Lavender for my Ouchies.

Not FDA approved but neither is my storytelling.

Joy is my favorite essential oil blend but not my most used.  My most used is the Lavender.  When my Ouchies are coming I draw a bath, put in Epsom Salts and Lavender.  Then I read, write notes for story ideas or , most likely,  watch Asian Dramas.  I like it.

Joy.  Ah my Joy.  Joy, I use as a perfume.  Going out today?  A whiff of citrus is what I need to send dog, farm boys and dull house smells away and to awaken my creative mind into the realm of dreams.

Someday I am going to be at a fancy gathering, dressed to the nine wearing this oil.  Joy reminds me of my dreams of being a famous storyteller and making people smile.  It has been a rough three years since when I became bed ridden and unable to care for my family.

My Ouchies and Blahs had taken over my life and now I have the challenges of life changes.I wanted to be a true farm wife.  Raise the kids, work with the animals, drive the cultivator in my potato patch but with my Ouchies, I am very limited.  I had to find a different dream and go for that and Joy reminds me that I have a future and do have the ability to reach that dream.  Joy is my favorite essential oil blend.  It keeps my dreams in focus.  Who can’t love that?




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Monday, 9-19-2016


My husband is chopping. Chopping is what I refer to taking a large machine and chopping corn into bits called silage.  There is more to it but basically it is chopping.  While doing this he sees all types of wild life.

He had me searching the house to find his binoculars.  He found them in his locker.  Where they were supposed to be.  Imagine that.

Kids are home for an ACT 80 day and I am coming off of a fibro-week.  Fibro-week is what I refer to a week of pain, brain fog, negative thoughts and anything else associated to fibromyalgia.  I am one of the lucky ones who has some clue what my triggers are.  I feel for those who have this autoimmune disease worse than myself.

Now off to work on Patches and the Tiger Prince………………


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Troubled or Sadistic?

I had this dream.  I woke up with the question…Was this boy troubled or sadistic?  Park Bo-Gum stars in this dream.

I blame it on the research I was doing the night before.

On February 26th I went to bed after watching and reading the following links.


ThePrehistoric Giant Monsters:Dinosaurs(full documentary)HD – YouTube

The Original Arab(Yemen) Horses – YouTube Ancient Giants Who Ruled America – Graham Hancock Official Website

The Ancient Giants Who Ruled America

ANCIENT GIANTS existed – Best Full Documentary – YouTube

What I woke to was a very disturbing dream.

Park Bo Gum shorts' children center

Park Bo Bum was a strawberry blond haired lad working at a children’s center.  I was volunteering as a 4-H presenter and saw that they were having trouble with the after school kids.  I helped out walking with a heavy boy about 9 and a 7 year old teasing boy.  I asked if they were hiring.  They were. I waited for the two boys at the cement outside restroom. There was a magazine rack right when you walked in and I thought it would a good place to put my two books “The Girl Who Wanted” and “Karate George”.  One of the great instructors there was a woman who looked like Gracie’s Dance instructor.  She had RELIV pamphlets.  A pretty Asian girl was also an instructor there. I think of her as the girl from the drama Sensory Couple but her hair was straight and black. Park Bo Gum’s character was the only boy.

From here I took on an all seeing view.  I remember studying the house that he lived in.  Asking myself questions.  How can a young man of that age, live by himself in a house that looks like it was built recently? There were visual evidence of the outside grill being moved around to various places outside.

It turns out that by work hours he is a shy helper at the center.  After hours…….He is in his house dreaming.. Sometimes his parents are stuffed holding golf clubs.  His two sisters are pieced together of pottery and bones.  He dreams the girl he likes comes to him and visits him at night but then his parents walk through the living room swinging their golf clubs.

I stepped back and looked at this boy.

Did his parents and two sisters die in a horrendous accident coming back from a golf trip?

Or was he actually a skilled murder of his parents?

Would the girl be able to teach him to help himself and move on

or would she too fall victim?

I am not going to investigate further into this thought and idea.  It is far to difficult to deal with emotionally and mentally.  Therefore, I  will not answer my question of, was this boy troubled or sadistic?