December 30th, 2007

Hmm…where to start?

  • There is no Mr. witchypoo. I was married twice and didn’t like it. I have issues, okay? Back off. Don’t make me hurt you.
  • I’m right handed
  • I drink coffee, strong, black, no sugar, and plenty of it.
  • Dances with Explosives actually prefers to be called Dances with Shrapnel, because that is more specific to his job description. While he hasn’t forbidden me to write about him, his lovely wife, or my beautiful grand daughter, he has privacy concerns, and I respect them.
  • Anything about my family is tricky territory. I once wrote about my favourite uncle in Bluenose Vernacular and it hurt his feelings. I edited it for this blog to announce that he was not being a perv because he really wasn’t. It was for comic effect.
  • Most of my family members consider me a ne’er do well Tool of Satan. Some of them have rather extreme religious beliefs. We don’t talk much. The ones that do talk to me, I would like to keep it that way. Sometimes it gets ugly when you blog about family.
  • One of the things that shaped me was a deep yearning to connect spiritually. I went to many different churches as a child, and the last one was a total nutjob church that left a bad taste in my mouth concerning organized religion. I decided that organized religion was mostly about people setting out rules about how to worship, how to behave, and who gets to heaven. The rules often changed with the church. That just didn’t make sense to me. I continued my search for a spiritual connection on my own. When I started doing readings, I quickly felt the great wall of disapproval from churches and congregants. I think I know what a hooker in church feels like.
  • Most of my jobs have been dealing with people. Mostly sales. I was the first woman in my area to sell cars. I loved it, but was really indignant that people just assumed I was a liar. Plus the men were sneaky and would steal your customers. One of them hit me, and I found out what it is to literally see red. The air was blue, because I couldn’t see anything but red, but I found the loudest part of my voice to say very bad words in the service department. With customers there. It was humiliating.
  • Another embarrassing moment was at the same dealership. My mom had talked me into dying my hair blonde, but I panicked half way through, and I slunk into work and hid in the bathroom because the hair, it was orange. My sales manager made fun of me, saying: “Vanity, thy name is Woman!”, and told me to take the rest of the day off to fix it.
  • Still another: I have a partial plate, and have had since I was fourteen. Lets say that the ice and I connected in a meaningful way to need that plate. It broke at work when I was 20 (I worked in a bank then.) and I wanted to die. I had forgotten about it, mercifully, but this man I didn’t recognize came up to me a few years ago in a grocery store, and took great delight in recounting the story in front of his wife. Then I was embarrassed for his wife, because he was showing what a jerk he was.
  • Other than those things from long ago, I really don’t embarrass easily. I have embarrassed my friends with some of my antics from time to time, but they are used to me. Like the time I mooned a bus load of senior citizens. For some reason I thought that was hilarious. Oh, wait. It was probably the alcohol. Serves them right for giving it to me. They knew what a nutbar I was.
  • Since I started this blog at the first of November, I hardly go anywhere anymore. I was famous for being a roadrunner, always on the go, but I have a strong obsessive streak like Ass Burger Boy does. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. That’s what I tell him when he thinks he’s weird.
  • My mother’s death hit me very hard. I saw her every day. She always made me laugh. Ma was quite the character, and I loved her off beat ways. She always liked to think she was putting one over on me, and I humoured her, because as I told her “Ma, you don’t have to trick me. I’m good to old people.” I used to make fun of her all the time, and then laughed when I started acting like her. The ugliness of some family members before and after her funeral gave me the resolve to never attend another funeral or wake. I have already told Grammie this and she understands why. I still turn into a snotbag when I think about Ma. I really miss her. Even though I still hear her voice in my head from time to time, making fun of me, or bossing me around.
  • I’d be happy to have an open forum event from time to time. If you have experiences to share, I would love to hear them, and even throw in my 2¢ worth.
  • That photo of me on my readings website? It’s 7 years old. I don’t have red hair with blonde streaks anymore. I liked the blonde so much, I got more and more of it. Now I have other streaks in the blonde. Summertime I usually get green streaks because it’s summer, and they’re fun. Winter, usually brown streaks, but more subtle, because just plain blonde is boring.
  • I don’t remember ever being bored. My mind is a party. I also don’t remember being lonely, although there are many times I have been alone. I’m a gemini, so it could be that my evil twin keeps me amused.
  • Ass Burger Boy accused me of knowing when he was lying because I am psychic. I assured him it was a mom thing. Moms can tell the lie look on a kids face. That’s what I told him: “You have the lie look. Right there. On your face.” There have been a few times he was away from the house too long that I have checked in on him to see if he was hurt or in trouble, but very few. I do respect his privacy, and that includes his right to having a party in his pants without my knowledge, although I could “just tell” when he lost his virginity. I never said a word, but let him tell me. Only fair. That stuff is private.
  • I live in a mansion that was converted into flats, not all of them expertly, but I got the best deal of all. I have the huge living room at 20 x 40, and all kinds of antique features like the casement windows, the sliding glass panelled pocket doors, and the huge fireplace. It’s set back from the street in a part of the city that hardly anyone knows about. It’s like a bubble of peace and no crime. Cab drivers have a hard time finding it. I can’t wait to see what comes up in the garden in the spring, and plan for my fall bulb planting.
  • The healing work I do is whatever is needed. I don’t have to be physically with the person to do it. I can make a headache go away, and have worked on some serious problems as well. My grand daughter was very ill, and I worked on her from afar. My nephew was near death as well this year from a severe beating, and although there were many prayers and magnificent healing groups working on him, I also participated with my friend in Texas, the fabulous Lucy in da Sky. I told his mother the extent and location of the injuries, and she blew the doctors away by telling them what she learned from me. I also described the assailants.
  • Dealing with having a son deployed overseas (twice so far) is torture. He looked so very very tired, and I can only imagine the mental toughness he had to develop. The heat alone would have done me in. Carrying heavy packs in that heat? Blows my tiny little brain. I hated the newscasts that announced wounded or dead. It takes so long to get confirmation, and is agonizing for all loved ones of our soldiers. The relief you feel when it isn’t yours is always tempered by the sadness you feel for the other families. I’m very proud of him. He always tried to justify his decision to enter the military, but he never had to. He has to live his life. I don’t. When he was younger he had long hair. His father gave him a hard time about it, said it made him (his father) look bad. He tried to get a rise out of me about his hair, but I simply told him: “Sweetie, it’s your hair. You have the choice to wear it long, short, or however you want.” I was sad when he cut it. It was a thing of beauty.
  • I am not afraid to die. I have looked death in the eye, and accepted it.

This is a repost to test that my feed is not truncated. Bite me if you’ve read it before.

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22 Responses to “Some things you wanted to know about me.”

RaeJane Says:

That is awesome.

I have a question for you:

Do you teach others how to tap into their psychic ability?

Is that something you’ve considered doing, or do you prefer to stick with what you’re doing?

Maybe not teaching on an individual level but as an all around, “this is what you do”.

This is something my friend’s and I are doing now with our development circle.. which, btw, I should tell you about!

RaeJane’s last blog post..A joke

witchypoo Says:

I have held workshops and energy activations. I write a few posts on this blog about how to do stuff. The most basic one, How to achieve an altered state comes to mind. I don’t want to take people anywhere they can’t get back from though, so it’s pretty basic stuff.

josey Says:

wow, witchyp! is this your last post ever? i think you told us EVERYTHING! couldnt you space it out over the next few months?? *CRIES* *teeheehee* ;) j/k!

its awesome to hear a little of your background. that car d’ship sounded like one shady, horrible place to work. i can see you being a good salesperson, tho. did you use ‘the force’ on ppl to get them to buy cars? HAHA! (man, im in a mood today. LOL.)

here’s a weerd question: do you ever meet other people, and without them telling you, know if they are psychic or have special talents that way?

i would love to hear more about your healing abilities and experiences. with many of the things im dealing with my endometriosis, im starting to become more and more open to helping my body heal itself. it’s so interesting and amazing!

anyhoo, i still think you’re a cool cat, i dont care what you and your jammies say. LOL. not that you need my approval or anything. :P

witchypoo Says:

Josey: Most car dealerships are like that. I called it “swimming with the sharks”. I think I did well selling because I was so enthused about the product. Just like a big, goofy puppy, you gotta love that. I was young.
I can always spot a healer or psychic in a reading. I try not to read people when I’m not working. I want to have friends hehe. Some of them, though, have such a big aura that it smacks you in the face.

witchypoo’s last blog post..Some things you wanted to know about me

Jenny Says:

My mind swims in thoughts, questions, tangents. I’m going to have to read 2 or 3 more times. I truly love the description of where you live.

Jenny’s last blog post..When Bad Toys Happen To Good People

Jeremy Says:


You sound like you’re going to die, or kill yourself. Are you sure you’re Ok? Makes me wondered whether you’re having a bad time or what..

Nevertheless, please don’t make other bloggers worried about you. I don’t want to lose a friend anymore :(

Poo, how’s your hair? i imagining how does a women with Orange hair looks like.. :)

Anyway, So sorry for your loss..

Jeremy’s last blog post..I Couldn’t Help It. She’s A Cute Hottie Girl..!!

Loralee Says:

I’m very impressed.

Especially about the strong, black coffee part. I tend to be a “would you like some java with your assloads of cream and sugar???”


There is a lot to process here. You are a pretty fascinating individual.

I feel for you with your son being deployed. The best friend of my life got back last year and that deployment was one of the most tortured 18

Loralee’s last blog post..GUILT

witchypoo Says:

Josey again: Are you even kidding? That was a long post, but I only addressed the specific questions asked of me. I still find it amazing that anyone wants to know stuff about me. Maybe because I (try to) blog anonymously?
Oh, and the mooning incident? That was about 30 years ago. My friend Torch was there, I believe. Certainly, our mutual friend, the Big V, was there.

witchypoo Says:

Jeremy: Hardly anyone got to see the orange hair. I hid in the bathroom, remember? The conversation I had with the sales manager was through the closed bathroom door.
When someone in North America says “I wanted to die” about a vanity-related humiliation, you can assume it is slang for “I was very, very embarrassed.” Really, it was a long time ago, and I’m okay.
Thank you for the condolences about my mom. That was sweet of you.

witchypoo Says:

Loralee: Feel free to read it again. It took me quite a long time to write, although it flowed very easily. I liked the unordered list system of writing this. It allowed me to ramble quite a bit within a bullet.
Jenny: I’m trying to remember if I answered your comment via email, but will address it here. For you picture loving folks *looks at kim* I may be persuaded to share a few of my living space. I love this old place. It is about 150 years old, and has wood panelling similar to that of a gentleman’s club.
RaeJane: I would love to hear about your development circle. I have hosted a few of them myself, and they were always amazing.

Ree Says:

my god woman. I think I’m in love with you. I know how that sounds, but here’s the deal. I was at a Leadership Conference in Amsterdam and a psychologist came up to me and said “How do you know yourself so well?”. I told him I loved the mind –

You go beyond that. Anytime you want to talk – woman to woman, you let me know.

Ree’s last blog post..A Small Rant, A Small Rave

witchypoo Says:

Ree: I don’t want everyone to get in our bidness here *wink, wink* but I went, ooohhh, my first bloggy crush.
*fanning self*
Really though? It only makes sense that you know yourself. Who else will understand why you messed up? Or notice the kind thing you did that nobody else knew about? What’s so scary about knowing yourself?
Thank you. I’m truly flattered. We’ll talk.

zoe Says:

i am amazed by you. in your strength is so much tenderness…in you humor sadness. if you are a tool of satan then save a spot in hell for me right next to you. we can moon old people together…although i am more of a flasher.

zoe’s last blog post..The Boss

teeni Says:

I love posts like this where we get to learn little random bits about our fellow bloggers. They are fun to read and are just perfect for my tiny little attention span. Um wait, who are you again? LOL. Just kidding. Loved this post! :)

teeni’s last blog post..Art Isn?t Always Dangerous

witchypoo Says:

Zoe: I didn’t say I was a Tool of Satan, I said my family considers me to be one ;) Humour and sadness? You wrote the book on that, my dear bloggy friend, and you do it brilliantly! As far as mooning old people, best get on it quickly, because the mens who think I’m hawt all live at the senior’s building where Ma used to live.
teenie:I guess then that I didn’t waste my effort on that 100 things about me post I finished a few weeks ago. Does that count as an actual post?

Old Knudsen Says:

I was called the anti-christ by an ex Mother in law. I have also seen red after getting hit its like looking through coloured glass for a moment, do you find that once people hear you are a psychic or healer people want you to do yer mojo on them? and can you only heal things that the body can heal its self? also do you ever get stopped psychically from doing stuff as if its not meant to be or you aren’t meant to know?

Old Knudsen’s last blog post..Large Object Experts Baffled By Large Object

the walking tower Says:

lol. i have never seen “red” like what you experienced in my entire life. that is because i always keep away from troubles.

with regards to religion, i don’t know what to say about it.

anyway, good luck and Happy New Year! booomm

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Poppy Says:

You sound like my mother. It creepy actually, since while I was reading this post I heard her voice in my head.



Poppy’s last blog post..Simple Yet AWESOME!!

Jenny Says:

150 year old house with soul! In my fantasies I will have one of my own someday! Untracable, anonymous-type photos of your abode would make me very happy!
One time my brunette friend wanted to be blond and she decided I was just the person to help her. The first “dose” of dye/bleach turned her hair orange. So we dug around and found a box of brown hair dye and that made her hair pink. Ran to the drugstore at 12am and got BLACK, that made her hair purple. She worked as a police dispatcher and went to work 4 hours later, with purple hair and no sleep. I still chuckle thinking about that night.

Jenny’s last blog post..When Bad Toys Happen To Good People

Marie Says:

As someone who is terrified of death, I’d love to hear why you aren’t.

Marie’s last blog post..Auld lang what???

Monica Says:

I truly enjoyed this post. Your honesty and openness are very refreshing. I especially liked the part about working at the car dealership. I worked for almost ten years in law enforcement, which, sadly, is still dominated by men with small penises. So, I get it.

Monica’s last blog post..Memories