Psychic Rhiannon Paille

Aug 6 - 9: Went down to Chicago for a comic book convention, pizza and shopping. Found a neat Occult Bookstore out there, but all the good stuff wasn't for sale

August 10th - 27th: Worked and work and work some more. I don't remember anything that happened inbetween that because I worked.

August 28th - 30th: Trip to Toronto for yet another convention, and a side trip to Niagara Falls. Niagara falls was well worth it, need to bring the kids next time, they would love it, lots of arcades and game places, lots of haunted houses and restaurants, and attractions. We stayed at the hotel right on the falls, ate the Hard Rock Cafe, and had ourselves a fine time Oooh, we also visited the Butterfly conservatory and that was something, 2000 butterflies in a dome, it was awesome. I bought some t-shirts with butterflies on them that say Niagara Falls, couldn't resist, for once they had girl style shirts that didn't have something cheesy printed on them. 

Now it's back to work, long weekend and long everything, lots of work to do, working on costuming for this year's local comic con . . . I'll put up some pics after it for you to see!

"Well you came in with the breeze, on Sunday Morning, you sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning. I thought I knew you, whoa, but I got a new view, I thought I knew you well . . . "

All I did was take out the garbage . . . and Stirfry went outside . . . like she always does.

Around noon a frantic knock comes at my door, it's my neighbor, "Your cat just got hit!"

I come staggering out of the house without my shoes on.

She's bleeding from the nose . . . his wife has her, is petting her, and trying to keep her calm.

The person who hit her didn't stop.

The neighbor had moved her from the street to the grass.

I brought her inside, and got a towel . . . tried to stop the bleeding, but then noticed that her jaw was broken.

The Animal Hospital . . .

When they got to the part about the feeding tube, and the potential lung and heart damage . . . I knew it was too late.

I couldn't make the decision though, not the executive decision, I was all alone, my husband was on a plane home, not expected back until that night . . . and this was his cat, he had to decide, to try . . . or to let her go.

She wasn't just a cat, she was the guardian cat, we treated her the way Egyptians treated their cats, and she acted like it too. She meowed when the food was empty, when water was empty, when litter boxes were full, when the other cats fought, when the kids fought, when she wanted milk, or a treat, or outside.

Everyday she would be waiting for me in the backyard when I got home . . . and every morning she was in my bed for cuddles . . .

We could understand her perfectly, she wasn't just some cat, she was  . . . like a human being.

So I went home, and she's at the hospital hanging on for her life . . .

He finally calls me from Denver, between the connecting flights . . . and tells me to just do it, and get it done before he lands.

And now the world feels kinda spinny . . . and while I know life will go on as per the usual, what about the down times? The sad times? She used to come and sit by me when me I was sad . . . my heart hurts . . .

Namaste,

Rhiannon

About three years ago I was shopping at a Salvation Army when I ran into my old childhood friend Marni.

She was working there part time for some extra cash.

It had been years since we had talked, and there I was with my husband and my kids, and it was nice to get ahold of her again.

She was still with her parents, her phone number still the same as when we were kids.

So I'm browsing the racks, finding skirts and shirts that I like, and I happen to pull out this yellow top.

I tried it on and then put it back on the rack with the other stuff I wasn't getting.

I turned to Marni who was organizing the clothes and said, "You know, yellow doesn't mesh with me well, I can never find a yellow shirt I look good in."

She turns to me and says, "I don't think it's that you don't suit yellow, I just don't think you've found the right yellow shirt."

The right yellow shirt? Could there be such a thing!?

I left pondering the question, it had a lot more meaning for me than just the yellow shirt thing, what about other things I didn't like? Maybe it wasn't that I didn't like those things, but that I hadn't found the right kinds of those things to learn to like them.

I guess the same could be said about people too, some people will say they don't like people for a variety of reasons, they're jerks, or lazy, or they're not your physical type . . . a lot of people have an ideal image of their perfect man and often times they end up with someone else. Maybe we need to realize that just because we don't like every jerk in the world, doesn't mean that there isn't the "right kind of jerk" for us.

Funny philosophy to say the least, and ever since she said that I have this weird thing about the yellow section at Value Village . . . like for some reason I'm always searching for the right yellow shirt!

Took me awhile, but last night I finally found it.

It's canary yellow, v-neck, and thick cotton, it's very very comfortable.

So I guess she was right after all, yellow does mesh very well with me, I just had to find the "right" yellow shirt.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

The charity garage sale for the Rainbow Society happened on the weekend, and it was a big success, and a big flop all at once!

So here is how I spent the last three days, for everyone who was wondering why I wasn't online.

Friday I had literally three hours to work, between 12 and 3, and so I worked hard, and then skipped off with the kids to a local bookstore that had 60 boxes of books for the garage sale.

I loaded them up in my van and then stole one of their employees to help me unload them at the store.

My husband owns a comic, toy, gaming, and anime store. It's all collectibles and cool stuff.

That took 2 loads.

Then I drove home and waited for volunteers to show up. Three vehicles came, 2 vans and a car. We loaded up all 4 vehicles once, and only managed to get half the stuff from my house to the store.

We loaded the store up, quite literally removing any little space we had to move in the store in the first place.

I'm sure the fire marshall would have had a heart attack.

We did load 2, and left 2 of the vans loaded, so we could drop them off at the parking lot in the morning.

4 hours of sleep later . . .

The 2 vans showed up, and then a car, and then an SUV . . . and we got all the stuff from the store to the parking lot in a couple of hours, and then began the big set up for it. So many boxes, so much stuff . . . . omg omg omg.

Somehow we managed to set up a tent too, and a table, and got drinks, and sold those too . . .

And then halfway through the day I drained the battery in my van and needed to call for a boost.

Brilliant eh?

We sold a lot though, almost all our big stuff went, and a ton of little stuff that was just worthless to begin with.

It was a success!

That and meeting the volunteer coordinator from the Rainbow Society was amazing too. I'm excited to be collaborating with them this year for comic con.

The end of the day was the worst though, nobody came back to help us tear down! So at the end of the day we had MY VAN . . . . and that was it. A car came back and did 2 loads to the sally ann, and then the SUV came and helped, but they were late . . . and so it took us 4 hours to tear down this poor garage sale.

I had to take 3 trips to the sally ann with stuff . . .and I had to watch the people picking it up for free and the bums stealing the cans of spray paint for sniffing . . .

So on Sunday I was a mess and a half.

I didn't hurt, but I felt like rubber and I was very tired.

I always do this, I set myself up to do all this physical manual labor, which I don't usually do, and then when it's over, I crash. The crash wasn't too bad this time.

What was bad was having my abilities on auto pilot and not being able to sleep it off. Everytime I closed my eyes I would randomly see someone, or hear someone, or see something happening, and then it became this cacophonic wave of nonsense, and it kept me up.

I couldn't read like that, sorry but I'm not going to submit my clients to me feeling delirious and half asleep and drained. Not fun for anyone, though I'm sure the perceptions would have been really strong, I just didn't want to hurt myself.

So I am back today and feeling only a little better. My hubby left for San Diego with the guys for a week and so I'm alone until Sunday.

I miss him already.

Namaste,

Rhi

Apparently deadlines mean nothing to artists.

I've asked a couple if they could do a cover for my book and so the only reason it'll be released late is because the artists who should be working on the cover for the book are off partying and doing other things.

I thought if people wanted to get paid for their craft that meant working for their craft!

Then again, I asked someone who I thought would be perfect for the job and got turned down because . . . oh no wait, that person has personal life problems and can't do art right now . . .uhhhhh . . .

I'm really just hoping to have something done by August so that I can actually focus on other things, type setting and formatting this book isn't the easiest thing to do and I'd like to have a copy of it in my hands soon and to do that I need something to put on the cover.

Something other than the standard stars and clouds . . . I attempt not to be blunt with people who think being psychic means we have to start using nebulas, the sun, egyptian and other such symbols to describe it. I mean sure, let's just put a crystal ball on the front of the book, or better yet, someone in gypsy clothing!

I'd like to put something awesome and drawing like an eye with symbols or something but it cannot be cheesy! Half the things you find in the psychic world are cheesy, and frankly, I'd like my book to show that it's somewhat professional, I mean without going over the top and putting some picture of a woman in a board room on it. There's boring, and then there's respectable and mystical all the same.

So with that, the deadline was yesterday, and I have nothing, and all I asked for was an eye . . . yet apparently the eyes of the artists can't seem to get their eyes around it!

Blah, I'm gonna try to focus on someone else's personal life today in hopes that I can help them sort out their problems rather than worrying about my own.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

You know, I really couldn't believe it last night when I finally got to leave the house at 8pm to go workout, that the gym closes at 9pm!

I don't understand why the gym should have summer hours, I mean I understand it's easier for people to be active outside, but if the gym is going to charge the same monthly fee for the summer months then what's the point of having the summer hours?

I personally noticed nothing different. Sure I could have dusted off the bike in the shed and gone for a ride, but I have no helmet, and so I thought the eliptical was probably safer.

I'm not a big fan of being limited. Haha, understatement of the decade! But, this just makes me kinda annoyed. I pay a membership fee for a gym that I can't workout in during the summer, because they close early, and I can't make it there early. I could go outside like everyone else, but in all honesty, who would pay to go to a gym, only to do their exercise outside in the hot sun?

Hmmm . . . I think if they're gonna have summer hours, then they should also have summer pricing, I mean it's only fair, if you give people less opportunity to workout, then you should also charge them less . . . that would compensate for all the time they skip the gym and simply go outside, wouldn't it?

Okay, I need to get off the soap box today before my head explodes.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

I got married.

It seems almost moot to talk about it now after the flowers, the night out, and the champagne.

June 26th, 2004, I married my soulmate in my backyard.

It was an interesting day. We had a small number of people attending the ceremony, I had a maid of honor, and Michael had a best man.

I wore a burgundry dress because it was pretty.

I look horrible in white.

We said our vows under the cover of 4 tall elm trees in our backyard.

Then we went inside and ate a cake we bought, and ate food we cooked, and drank champagne other people brought, and had a good time.

It's amazing how things have changed since then. We've made new friends, and old friends have gone away.

We've become bigger people, more successful people, and throughout it all, we remained in love.

That's the most important part for me, 5 years, and I'm still in love.

Namaste,

Rhiannon

Oh what I wouldn't give for hot air that blows properly in a cylinder that holds my clothes.

I am incredibly tired right now. I would like to sleep, but my blankets are not dry.

I set them drying at 2pm this afternoon. Set them on a second round around 4pm, then a third around 7pm, then a fourth around 10 . . .

And there are more clothes getting moldy in the meantime.

That and around this time I start getting visions. Yeah, one hazzard of precognition, it's attached to premonition, and so if I'm falling asleep, I am right at the crux between controlling my ability to see the future, and randomly seeing the future of the last person I talked to.

The last person was my best friend Bella, and we were talking about dreams she recently had . . . those dreams were prophetic dreams about her future.

They weren't nice dreams either . . . not scary, but not nice either.

I hope she dreams about her own future and I dream about something else . . . but it's not likely.

I sincerely hope that I can soon rid of myself of this god awful dryer, and get myself a maytag.

I need zzzzzzzzz . . . .

Goodnight,

Rhiannon