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The Beginning of The End

Compound Breach

Brother and JLou (his fabulous lady) came out to the Compound this weekend. JLou just that night picked up her Wii! The most hilarious fun was watching both her and Brother punching rapidly and violently in the air, their arms slowly descending, fighting that deep urge to release their arms from the torment of rabid punchie punchie. JLou's short layered hair whipping back and forth in desperation. Maybe an hour of kick boxing before intense Wii play isn't such a good idea, but she still was able to beat brother half the time.

The following morning Brother, JLou and I were sitting around as he was playing my guitar. We started reminiscing about our old silly songs and video's we used to make together. In that spirit, he began playing guitar in several styles; classic Spanish guitar, bluegrass etc as we took turns adding verses and harmonizing with each other. The sound intense, but the subject ridiculous and dirty. So. Much. Fun!

We all piled in the car to drive them back to city later in the day. Brother treated us to some lovely sandwiches which even included a garlic thyme mayonnaise he prepared himself.

Jealous? You should be :)

Eeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

Exciting news!!!

As you may have been aware, our little tribe has been making attempts to add another member. And finally, Opopanax is pregnant!! Our little muffin will be born on August 3rd, the day before her birthday :) How perfect is that?

Though she is entering her second trimester, there isn't much baby bump at all. Geeze. I thought second babies were suppose to show faster. But we can be patient. Speaking of patience, Karloff and Opopanax want to wait to know what the sex is. Crazy talk I say, but because I am extremely selfless, I can patiently wait too. And by patiently wait, I mean bug them only every OTHER day about finding out. It's not that they don't want to, it's that they are unaware of their want to know. And all I must do is convince them that I know best. Because I always do the end.

hehe

In all seriousness though, we do have one child of each sex, both 5, so whatever the luck of the draw deals us, we will be so flippin' happy. But since I know everything, it's a boy.


At Opopanax's doctor's appointment today she told her of our polyfidelitous lifestyle. The doctor was incredibly supportive and was very happy for us all because we seemed so happy. See, some people think more closed minded people live in the country. But for us, the opposite seems true. We have never been better looked after and more empathized with. We really feel a sense of community support here.

I'm really excited for Opopanax pregnancy. She has always worked her ass off to care for her child and now that we are together and she can stay home, it will be a wonderful time for her to just enjoy being pregnant.


We have other worries we will share with you soon that have been weighing heavily on us, but today is a day for celebration.






P.S. Opopanax is concerned that the Compoundian's will think that the baby picture at the top of this post is our baby. When in actual fact I just did a Google search to find a birthday baby, tying together both baby and its close proximity to her birthday. She also wants me to assure you that are children are super way cuter :P

Din Din at Ma's and respect, just a little bit.

So, ever since that bombed dropped, my mother and stepfather have been seeing us a lot. They showed up on our doorstep the other day. They decided that it was best that if they were going to suffer, we should be witnessed to the devastation.

And you know me, I'm all ABOUT empathy! Even as a Correctional Officer I never judged anyone who came to me. But to tell me your life is over, that everything you ever believed true is all now a lie. All because your daughter tells you something that you already KNEW?!

So, the units came over and we sat and had tea. After moments of head shaking, something would come spewing out of my mothers mouth. Hateful things, crazy things. She diagnosed us as a antisocial relationship experiment out in the woods. Even our children mean nothing to us. I wish people told me why I do what I do long before now. WHAT would I have done without her insight? She sees me once a month for supper, her diagnosis surely trumps my own.

So, after about an hour and a half of her ranting, she invites us for dinner the following night. Sounds like fun! hehe. So we went.. figured that more visits would show them how it works. Information, don't ya know, is the key to understanding. So we show up. Mom made what she thought everyone would hate, or at least most of us. Spite. But everyone thought it was most delicious :P. My stepfather was upstairs mostly. He sulks much more in a familiar place. That's why Brother and I like taking them out.

I don't know what their plan is. They don't really have one I would presume. Other than to cry to each other about how disappointing this all is. My Uncle suggested that I find a support group for her because surely in time she will understand how wonderful this is. When I asked her she said she didn't want to tell anyone because she was ashamed. Really, I don't know how people who think they have it all together would let anything in their lives destroy them so whole heartily. They are devote Christians and very well known in tight high ranking Christy circles. Doesn't that mean that they have a certain amount figured out?

Nope :p

Oh, did I tell you that Karloff WORKS for them? Doesn't it only get better the more I tell you?! :)

Seriously though, nothing could change my mind. Not due to stubbornness or blindness, it's the pure joy I feel when I am with my loved ones. It works better than I could have imagined and trust me, we talked about this situation long before we got ourselves into it. Just because someone wants to yell uneducated bullshit at my face won't change the truth. This is a subject that isn't well known and upon hearing it, some people get very defensive. I am not asking people to live this life, only to better understand it. There are billions of choices out there and just because our neighbour does it one way does not make it the right one for you. I just want respect.

Dr. Phil hurts me on the inside.

I was looking online today, searching through some blogs to find some relevant links for Pax. I did a search for polyfidelity. I found some really good articles and first hand accounts of the lifestyle. And then... I saw a post about polyfidelity and Dr. Phil. He did a show which included a mention of polyfidelity. No kidding? I thought. Dr. Phil is taking the word to the streets? Geeze, with coverage like that, we might really get some awareness out there and break the taboo. I had these hopes, until I read portions of the transcript.

This dude was trying to convince the wife who he was having an affair on, to allow his mistress into their relationship. Dr. Phil apparently said that according to the 'Dr. Phil Dictionary', Polyfidelity meant cheating. WHA??


That's a BAD Dr. Phil! Surely he knows the definition of Polyfidelity?! Why would he knowingly misinform the public? If I hate anything, it's disguising opinion for fact, ESPECIALLY when you have a national audience hanging of your every word and you know better.

That's it. He's dead to me. Just WAIT until he finds out.

May's Melolagnia

Installment One: PJ Dreams

One thing you would rapidly learn about me is my love of music. All sorts. I also love playing music. But I'm afflicted with this severe disdain for anything I produce. My emotion for the music and my desire for perfection makes it very hard for me to be objective. I want to do it and well, immediately. I do have some natural ability and training in singing, but I'm a-scared.

Karloff for YEARS has encouraged me to get back to the craft ever since I quit what little of the scene I was a part of for the birth of mini Karloff. I need to sit down, write some damn music and get out there and make some money. :) But it's been so long.

So! I have decided to post some stuff here. I'm getting my recording gear together and then it will be straight to your ears. And then hopefully I can get some feed back from the Compoundian's that will help me on my journey.

Whether or not music is recorded, I will have something posted, hopefully some audio, every week of my grand adventures. There is much to be relearned and it may just plain stink I warn you. Nevertheless, it will be entertaining :)














May's Song of the Week: Jeff Buckley's Satisfied Mind

Well, huh.

Wonder Woman is a fictional character, a DC Comics superheroine created by William Moulton Marston and one of the three characters to be continuously published by DC Comics since the company's inception in 1944. Marston's wife Elizabeth Holloway Marston, and Olive Byrne, who lived with the couple in a polyamorous relationship, served as exemplars for the character and greatly influenced her creation. Wonder Woman first appeared in All Star Comics #8, published in December 1941. She is a founding member of the Justice League.

Princess Diana is an Amazon from Greek mythology. Her name is reflective of the mythological character, Diana or Artemis. Her mother is Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons. When Diana leaves the Amazons to travel to the world outside, she is known as both Wonder Woman, and as Princess Diana. As Wonder Woman, she was awarded several gifts by the Olympian gods, including the Lasso of Truth created from the Golden Girdle of Gaea and indestructible bracelets formed from the shield Aegis. For several years she was described in the splash page of each story, as "beautiful as Aphrodite, wise as Athena, swifter than Hermes, and stronger than Hercules." - Taken from Wikipedia

In the end they've all lost

After some consideration, I've decided to take down the monster poll.

Looking at it every time I log into Pax has been a little hard of late...all things considered. It's no longer even a question of who's the better beast...just which one's being the worst at any given moment.

How depressing.

A devil's point of view

That last post reminds me of somethings I read last night from "The Screwtape Letters" by CS Lewis.....

"It is an unobtrusive little vice which she shares with nearly all women who have grown up in an intelligent circle united by clearly defined belief; and it consists in a quite untroubled assumption that the outsiders who do not share this belief are really too stupid and ridiculous. The males, who habitually meet these outsiders, do not feel that way; their confidence, if they are confident, is of a different kind. Hers, which she supposes to be due to Faith, is in reality largely due to the mere colour she has taken from her surroundings. It is not, in fact, very different from the conviction she would have felt at the age of ten that the kind of fish-knives used in her father's house were the proper or normal or 'real' kind, while those of the neighbouring families were 'not real fish-knives' at all."