Have you ever seen that movie with Zoey Deschanel where she is freaking out about this bird that is outside of her window and it won't quit chirping and it just chirps and chirps and chirps! And she can't eat! And she can't sleep! And she's nearly suicidal over this flippin bird that never leaves her alone! And she tries to take care of the problem and it just won't stop squawking and screaming! You get the picture.

Well that's how I feel about my computer. It just has a mind of it's own. If I didn't work on it, and if it were my computer, I'd probably throw it out the window. I've had fantasies about doing just that. Does anyone else experience that?

Bye the way, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Mainly this is because it has been very busy at work and my computer never works with me. But also because of my music career. It's starting to pick up. I'm still broke as a pinto (you know that car from the 80's that just occasionally would blow up it was so cheap) but people are sharing my music and helping promote me and for that I am forever grateful. I love my friends. They make my world go around some times. Well loves I think I better get back to the Grind before I leave for the big Allgood music festival this weekend! Stay safe and have a great rest of the week!

Love,
Whitty

Ok. I'm going to try one more time on this "go 24 hours without complaining" fiasco! The third time is a charm right?! I'm wondering if, maybe, what I did wrong the last two times I tried this was that I didn't get my complaints out of the way early enough before I started? So here you go (I'll warn you a rant is a brewin): I fell asleep last night without drying my hair so now I look like the spawn of Rick James and Sandra Bullock, peppy morning people annoy me (enough said), Mcdonalds doesn't serve breakfast at lunch (what's up with that), I want more money because there's too much month at the end of it, and my house does not look like Kansas anymore! My old absessed tooth is quite agitating. And I am amazed by how I failed before! Day one, deluded teenagers were being snotty towards me. And day two, I hit the wrong note on the guitar and let out a blood hurling F bomb! Neither of those things were important enough for me to complain about but stuff happens! I know I can do this. Now that all of my complaints have been filed, let the 24 hour manifesto begin! Ahh I feel better! Hehe!

Yesterday I attempted to go 24 straight hours without complaining.  Here's my story:

I was faced with several road bumps where I could have really bursted into extreme profanities. The good news is that I kept my cool. I made it quite far into the day if I do say so myself. I made it 12 hours without complaining!  Not quite the 24 hours I was going for. But after all fasting is a practice that takes practice right? And i know, this sounds easy. Keep your trap shut. But until you try it and you realize how much life throws at you.  I did have a day that tested me to say the least?! That's not a complaint right? I'm going to say no. Why? Because I can and I think it's just a fact. Anyways, I'm making a go for it once again so wish me luck!

So far today, I have made it a total of 6 hours.  I would let you know the juice on  how I failed yesterday and what events led up to the big event where I finally cracked and complained but since I can not complain yet, I will spare you the details! Looks like a sequel is in store for the future of this blog's topic! Or maybe it will be a finale. I'm not quite sure yet. Lets just see how long I make it!

So far I'm really enjoying the serenity it is creating in my life. I'm actually considering keeping this up for a while. it has taught me to be silent to train my mind to endure stress....Sorry to keep you in suspense friends but I must bid you fairwell! Have a good day fellow weeblians.

I want to share with you this story that one of my readers sent to me via my advice collumn. (Ask Whitty--->) If you haven't seen it, feel free to leave me your questions! Oh dear. I think we need your help on this one. I call this story The story of Betty's Post Heartache Freak out. Enjoy!

Betty and Earnie had been dating for quite some time. Like most couples they had their ups and downs but they had no major fights and were generally pretty happy! They really enjoyed each other's company. Until PMDD hit and Betty about lost it!

But  anyways, one day she finally did it... She did an unspeakeable act that no one ever wants to catch theirselves doing. She. Went. Female on him. Have you been there? As ashamed as Betty is knowing that any of you are reading this blog, Betty still wants me to share this story with you as maybe some of you have gone through this. So here it goes... Betty was snooping. In fact, she went through Earnie's phone against his will and read his texts. Oh dear. How do you come back from that one?! Now Betty was one of the rare forms of girls who always thought that people who snooped on their partners or invaded their privacy were crazy! But she did and she found something she did not like.

Hold on for a second...Lets do a little recap on the story of Betty and Earnie first to kind of help you decide if she was in the wrong or in the right and then I'll continue with the juice! Sound good?! Cool. Ahem...So, you see Earnie had been going through a divorce through the entirety of the relationship. The separation from him and his wife had happened years ago and the divorce had been filed a long time ago as well. And one day out of nowhere this woman (Betty) appeared and when he fell in love with this beautiful woman he had decided that for her, he was ready to date. Being that Earnies ex gave Betty the ok to go out with him stating that she really liked Betty and was over him completely, Betty decided to take a leap of faith and date a man with baggage. After all she really liked him and he was treating her like the sun set and rose out of her butt! She couldn't have been happier. And besides, dating him also helped her to get over the heartache of her last relationship so it seemed like a win win situation! She happily said yes.

Well everything was going perfect...their relationship was full of romance and  and excitement.  And then one day out of nowhere his old wife completely flipped out and tried to get him back as soon as she saw that he was finally happy. Poor Betty dealt with it and trusted him until one day she found out that they had been sleeping together and Earnie was even thinking about going back home and rekindling his marriage. Betty broke it off with him and told him to try to go home and that she would not be the other woman. (By the way, Bettie cut off all ties with him during this period). Earnie and his wife started fighting again and agreed that they just couldn't make theirselves love each other. And then he realized that he just couldn't get over Betty. He had really hurt her and he loved her to no end.

(Okay so if I'm getting a little lazy with this story, I appologize! LOL Just keep reading I promise you there is an ending).

Being an understanding person, and knowing that it happened out of the guilt from his ex, her family, the kids wanting their daddy home, and from her throwing herself at him which is hard for any guy to withstand from, Betty took him back. She took her first cheater back. They dated for a few months after that but one thing that they just couldn't seem to fix in the relationship is that it really screwed up her head. She had lost her trust for him bc he cheated on her and he lied which Betty knew he was so against. None the less they stayed together and were all in all happy.

One day, Betty got a visit from Aunt flow and got super paraniod. She noticed that Earnie was acting weird again and even though it could have been anything, Betty having trust issues and pmdd read his texts between he and his ex while he was sleeping. Talk about ashamed! She had finally cracked. And when she read these texts she found two disturbing things. I mean after all, she had been with him for a while! There was a text to her from Earnie that startled her beyond belief . I guess that's what she gets for snooping right? The text said "When can we have sex again?" Freaking out, Betty continued reading. There was one more from his wife to him that said, "Are you sure your not with somebody?"

Can you emagine? Of course in an outrage, Betty stormed in his room and  woke him up to confront him. He replied that it was only a joke. Betty contacted Earnie's ex and got the same thing. That it was just a joke and that nothing was going on.

One thing for sure is that up until this point he had really been trying to make it work and Betty still flipped out. He would just get scared when they got too attached because of the children which Betty would take as him wanting to go home again. What a mess. Anyways, was Betty in the wrong? Do you think that he cheated on her again? Please voice your comments and they will be shared on my page. Have a great day Weeblieans!

Still working on adjusting since it's bigger than my other one was so the lower notes are a little choppy as they are hard for me to reach right now. lol. Once I get a strap that's not made out of old belts, I think it will be golden. But sitting down and holding it I can reach. Isn't she pretty???!!!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hood, Whitty and her dawg Simba were up to no good! The stockings were hung from the chimney with care. In hopes that Whitty's big toe would fit in there! Her family was nestled al snug in their bed. While visions of male strippers danced in her head. And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's crap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I screamed holy shit, wtf was that'r! Away from the toilet I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw out the hash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, 3 french hookers with a case of beer! With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be a prick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: On Ho 1, On Ho 2, On ho 3, on Chastity! On Vomit, On Cupid, On Anita, On Miss Smexy! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! "Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of acid and exstacy  too. Wait...Wait...Wait....Wrong poem! THat must have been my dream last night. Here's the real one:


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
 In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
 The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads,
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
 Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
 When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
 With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
 I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
 And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
 "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,
 "On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;
"To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
 "Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys - and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot,
 And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk,
 And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

ZUVUYA is the Mayan term for the big memory circuit... the memory hotline. It works individually and collectively. Most importantly, it connects equally to the future as well as the past. Why? Because the Zuvuya is the interdimensional thread. And we are all interdimensional.

The Zuvuya is the wave, and to surf this wave is to be at the dynamic crest that interfaces our 3rd-dimensional physical reality with the reality of the 4th-dimension -- the dimension of our dream bodies, energy bodies, or light bodies.

The Zuvuya is the circuit of radial, fourth-dimensional time that provides the wave you can ride from wherever you are to whatever point in the fourth-dimensional matrix of galactic time your destiny may draw you. It is a discipline to ride the Zuvuya, but so is surfing. If you do it right, you'll be able to surf "the big One," the one that is coming in right now!

I've never heard the mayan term. It's good to learn about some of the roots of the collective conscious in history. I'm surprised that it's dated so far back. Also the fact that the mayans of all people had a term for it is very interesting with the comming said change whatever it may be. I do believe I'm going to be on a new kick now.

A friend of mine was just asking if I believed the end of the world seemed so unfathomable given the devastating shooting at the school in CT. My take on it is that what will be will be and it will be the right thing to happen no matter what as humans never really have all the answers. I don't like to dwell on it. But rather to just appreciate our lives as they have been good and bad and do our best with it while we still have a chance to appreciate it. That way if the end of the world comes, we won't be too upset because we will know that we lived a good life. I'll be a happy camper either way. Regardless of if it's a legitimate end or the end of a conciousness. I wonder if zuvaya has

Well what do you think?! Know anything about zuvuya? I'd love to hear!

Have a good day readers.

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