.:Game Review – Agar.io:.

You darling people…  Oh my giblits.  I have been playing this game called Agar.io lately and I am ADDICTED now.  See, I watch a YouTuber called JackSepticEye.  If you haven’t ever watched him, I suggest that you do.  He is freakin’ hilarious.  *leans in and whispers “He’s irish.  So if you do watch him, don’t get offended!”*  ANYWAY, he has started playing this and I thought, hell why not right?

Well let me tell you people. Damn.  It is an amazing game that is so simple yet hard at the same time.

The premise of the game is that you are a cell.  A simple little ball of goo.  You go around and eat smaller little balls of goo which in turn, make you a big ball of goo.  You can also “eat” other players as well. Here is a pic of the first screen you see.

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It will get bigger if you click on it… I hope…  And I have marked out my favorites and such.  You know, personal suchness.  Which doesn’t make much sense since I didn’t mark out the bottom.  *rolls eyes*  Well Imma doof.  Anywho.

This is what the game looks like when you are playing.

And yes, I will be marking out the top again.  DON’T QUESTION MY LOGIC PEOPLE!!! lol

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The game is fun, it is frustrating, it is brain-awakening.  And one that I would recommend to anyone.

I want to say a big THANK YOU to Jack for sharing this with his subscribers!  It is so funny to watch him play.

Also, there are other things about the game that I have yet to check out, like different servers, different skins and the like.  There is even a team option.

If you ever play it, and happen to be on the US East Coast server, my name is always Gimmie Cookies.  Just look for my little ball of goo. 🙂

Love you all!

PS!!!  The game is free by the way!

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.:Share Love: Not Hate:.

Hello my dearest friends. I do hope that all of you are doing well today.  Goodness knows that it is one of “Those” days for me, but I will make it through.

Today, I want to talk to you about something.  It is something that has been bothering me for so long that I couldn’t put a time on it.  And I want your input as well.  So by all means, share your insight, your thoughts in the comments.

Too many people now-a-days are so busy spreading hate that it is hard to see love anywhere.  What can we accomplish if all we have is hatred and nastiness?  Nothing.  There is simply nothing.  What good can come out of having such an ugly outlook?  I just don’t understand all the viciousness, all the chaos that is now being thrown around.

Lets take for example this whole “Gay Marriage” thing.

I have seen so many that support the right of two HUMANS being able to share their love, and I am so proud of that.  But then, there are more and more people showing such nasty and revolting attitudes that it is tarnishing something that is so beautiful and deserving of everyone in the world.  This is about love people.  No one is trying to tear down your rights.  It doesn’t destroy the sanctity of marriage.  You know what does?  Going out with your friends, getting drunk and sleeping with other people when your wife/husband sits at home waiting for you.  It is you abusing your wife/husband.  It is you being an all around douchebag.  THAT is what is destroying marriage.

It is not like someone within the LGBTQ lifestyle is going around your neighborhood and forcing anyone into destroying your marriage.  All they want is to be able to show the love that they have inside.  Just like you do with your significant other.  This is about love, not about sex.  WHO GIVES A SHIT?  Who cares about anothers orientation?  Who cares about their color?  Who cares about their religion? What does it matter?  Because in the end, we all have the same color blood.  We are ALL the same on the inside.  OUR SPIRITS are the same.  You will receive respect no matter who the other person is, if you give it.

I know that there is going to be trolls, there always are.  Trolls are just bullies hiding behind their computer screens because they are hiding the fact that they are cowards.  They are afraid. It is childish.  It is stupid.  And it needs to come to an end.

We are all humans.  I will respect you fully if I get the same in return.  My attitude depends on yours.

I know that what I am saying is not going to make a huge impact on the world.  I am just one person.  But I am going to say this:

It doesn’t matter to me what color you are.

It doesn’t matter to me what your sexual orientation is.

It doesn’t matter to me what gender you are.

It doesn’t matter to me what religion you are.

It doesn’t matter what your beliefs are.

As long as you respect me, I will stand behind you.

.:Recipe Time!!! – Homemade Butter:.

Hello friends!  I hope that all of you are doing well.  I just have to tell you about this recipe that I just adore.  The very thought of spending a sh*t ton of money for “REAL” butter causes me to want to pound my head into a wall.  I went to the store yesterday and saw Land O Lakes “real butter” priced at 5 bucks.  5 BUCKS people.  That is atrocious.  I can still remember buying a huge freakin’ slab of it that would last for a whole money for not even a dollar.  *sighs*

So in my disappointment and sticker shock, I started thinking about HOW butter is made.  WHY can I not just make it at home?  The more I thought about it, the more my brain slurped up the very idea.  It was like Red Bull for the noggin!  I started researching the whole concept.  I looked up recipes, the how to’s.  You know you are desperate when you are looking for “butter” tutorials.  Well I am desperate.  I love me some real butter.

So here it is my friends. I share with you now the recipe to end all recipes.

HOMEMADE BUTTER!!!!!

1 quart heavy cream
3/4 teaspoon salt

Pour cream into bowl of stand mixer fitted with paddle attachment. Add salt. Cover mixer with a towel–trust me on this one, it will be messy! Turn mixer on high.
Continue mixing, checking on mixture frequently. It will first turn to whipped cream, then begin to get grainy and separate into butter and buttermilk, and the splashing will get much worse. The butter is ready when it sticks in a clump to the paddle
Place a colander (AKA the HOLY BOWL!) over a bowl, then strain the buttermilk off of the butter.
Using your hands or a spatula, press out excess buttermilk under cold running water until water runs clear. Shape into stick or ball. Butter will keep covered in refrigerator for up to 4 weeks.

Simple right?  Oh yeah.  I am in heaven.  Butter Heaven.

.:Magickal Misfits – Blog Response to Brenda Crozier from YouTube:.

First off my friends, I want to say a big thank you to Mrs. Brenda Crozier from YouTube.  Her latest video was simply brilliant and I wanted to share my thoughts on it.  I will post the video HERE so by all means feel free to take a look, that way you may better understand the gibberish and rambling that is to follow.

Many of you that have been here for a while know that I am a Pagan.  I have been for many years, 21 to be exact.  I have found my place within religion and am extremely happy within my chosen spiritual path.  I am also a fully disabled woman.  Just keep that in mind for what I am about to say.

DISCLAIMER:  (The very fact that I have to put this in here kills me but it must be done.)

  • Yes, I am Pagan.  
  • NO I do not worship the devil.  I do not believe in this “Satan” person.  While I know that there is evil in the world, I do not feel that using “Satan” as an excuse for the bad things that we do, because that is exactly what it is, AN EXCUSE. 
  • Yes, I do believe in God.  My belief is just different than yours.
  • No, I will not try to “force” my ways upon you, nor will I belittle you if you don’t believe the same as me.  That’s not how we roll here.
  • If you decide to leave negative comments, or harass this community in any way, nothing bad will happen to you with the exception of your comments will NOT be approved and I will block you from my page.  Kthx

Now that I have that foolishness out of the way, ON WE GO!

I have epilepsy, migraines, and something wrong with my bones.  I put it that way because I have a doctors appointment in July to see if I have Rheumatoid Arthritis.  I also have every symptom of Multiple Sclerosis with the exception of the lesions on the brain.  I have my issues, everyone does.

As of late, there has been a lot of debate within the Pagan Community if those with physical or mental disabilities are able to “fully” take part within Magick.  “Newer” folk are saying that if you aren’t perfect, you aren’t able to really “GIVE” to the community at all.

Well, excuse me for saying this but, I’m calling BULLSHIT.

Just because I have tremors, doesn’t mean that I can’t hold a wand.  Just because I have severe migraines doesn’t mean that I can’t Draw Down The Moon.  Just because I use a cane, doesn’t mean that I can’t stand before my altar.  Just because my hands, back and knees hurt doesn’t mean that I can feel nature and hear HER call.

What it does mean is that I am not perfect.  I cherish those imperfections.  They make me who I am today.  They make me PERFECTLY IMPERFECT.  They make me stronger.  They make me more compassionate to others.  They make me ME.

Like Brenda says in her video,

“Be proud of your struggles. Be proud of everything that has happened to you in your life, your life experiences because thats what makes you such an amazing Witch. Thats what makes you such an amazing magickal spirit.”

Well said Sister.  Well said.

This is words that we can all live by, no matter our religion, or color, our gender.  Be proud of who you are and all that you have been through.  YOU have learned and grown with every single situation.  That is something to be proud of.  You are more than you were yesterday, and will be more tomorrow than you are today.  Be proud of that.  And don’t feel the need to belittle anyone else because they are different than you.  You don’t know their struggles or their journey.

Go forth with love and peace in your hearts friends.

.:Make Something!!! Recipe TIME! – Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheeseball:.

My friends, I hope that your day has been filled with joy and sweet things.  I have spent most of today sleeping to be honest, the heat does that to me sometimes. I guess it does that to everyone. 😀  Anyway, I wanted to share something tasty with you today, something that is beyond yummy.  Beyond delicious.  TO INFINITY!!! AND BEYOND!  *coughs and shakes her head*  What just happened?  Did I get possessed by Buzz Lightyear again? ANYWHO!  Here ya go my lovelies and I hope that you enjoy it!

Ingredients:

  • 1/4 cup peanut butter or allergy-friendly alternative (60g)
  • 8 oz cream cheese, such as Daiya or Tofutti
  • 2 cups powdered sugar or Sugar-Free Powdered Sugar (300g)
  • 3/4 tsp pure vanilla extract
  • 1/2 cup mini chocolate chips (75g)

Instructions:

Bring both the cream cheese and peanut butter to room temperature (to a stir-able consistency), then mix together with a spoon in a deep bowl, adding the powdered sugar gradually. Add in the vanilla, and mix until a smooth and even consistency is reached. Spoon onto a large sheet of plastic wrap, then bring the sides up and twist very tightly to form something of a ball shape. Freeze in the coldest part of your freezer for 2-3 hours or until firm enough that the plastic wrap can be removed without the ball falling apart. Place chocolate chips in a large bowl or ziploc bag, then roll the cheeseball until evenly coated with chocolate chips. Freeze until ready to serve (or refrigerate if not serving until the next day). Serve with graham crackers, sliced fruit, or anything else you think goes well with chocolate chips and peanut butter. (Keep in mind that you can also roll it in other yumminess!  Tiny Marshmallows, White Chocolate Chips, Walnuts!  You name it, you can do it.  Well, don’t put something weird like small farm animals or eyeballs.  That wouldn’t taste good.)

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I don’t know about y’all but I love me a good cheese ball.  Even if it is a dessert one.  YUM YUM YUM!  I hope that y’all enjoy it and by all means, share your recipes with us in the comments below!  We would all love to hear them!

.:A Huge Thank You and a bit of Advice:.

Hello friends.  I do hope that all of you are staying cool with this crazy weather we are having.  I have never been so hot in my entire life.  I am the kind of person that will wear a coat all year round, but here I am sitting in my chair wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra sweating like a convict at a police convention.

The reason for me blogging today is to say thank you.

All of you have stood here with me, been here with me and shared all of my moments that I have posted.  All of you mean the world to me.  I know that the last week or so I haven’t been posting as I normally would, but with the heat and my attitude it has been a bit stressful.  You are all my friends, so I will share what is going on.  Now, keep in mind that I am not whining or asking for pity.  By no means am I doing that.  I consider our community friends and family to me and feel that we, as such, should be able to share on those levels.  We need to be able to do that, especially now-a-days when things seem so rough for so many people of the world.  So as I am “venting” to you, my darling people, I hope that you will feel able to vent to me, to the rest of us as well.  Just remember, if you need to talk, all of you have to do is email me at lileysium@gmail.com.  I am here for all of you!

So basically what is going on:

I live in a small house in East Tennessee.  It is peaceful and beautiful outside.  I am surrounded by the forest, with the animals and plants and just the all around good feeling of nature.  The land is glorious everyone and I feel at home here, more than I have anywhere else.  The house on the other hand has a lot to be desired.  There is no heat, no air conditioner.  The electrical is lacking, the plumbing is a mess.  The walls seem like they are falling apart, the floor is angling.  The basement is a nightmare and filled with all kinds of creepy crawlies that use the cracks and crevices that are here to come into the house itself.  There is barely any insulation and the drainage sucks.

For a lack of a better way to put it, this place is falling to pieces faster than Patsy Cline. (Get the song reference there?  lol) The woman that we rent from while she is a nice lady, things are done as cheap as humanly possible.  (She bought our toilet from a yard sale y’all.)

Then after us living here for around a year, the woman decided to put the house on the market.  Yes, she is selling right out from under us.  We asked if she would do rent to own, but she wanted the money yesterday.  Thankfully the real estate guy told her that there would be no chance of finding a buyer on the place because no one would be willing to finance.  For anyone to get a mortgage, the house has to have wired heat.  Basically it would have to have baseboard heating at least.  Unfortunately, the wiring through this house cannot handle anything else.  She then decided to take it off the market, just so we can find a way to put in the heaters long enough to get a mortgage ourselves.

On top of that, the electric company has basically kicked me in the face.  Their computers messed up royally and didn’t charge me properly for 2 years.  2  years people!  They said that I owe them over 1000 dollars to fix the difference.  So now they are charging me 300 dollars a month to make up the difference.

Then of course, the Department of Human Services has taken all of my Benefits to the bare minimum.  Not sure how that could happen considering that all of the money I have coming in from my disability is going directly to bills.  And I mean ALL of my money.

Now before anyone feels like getting holier than thou with me having the internet.  Look, I do not have cable.  What we do have is a phone that is through the net.  It is 9 dollars a month just for the phone thank goodness.  And the net is around 40 a month.  So 49 dollars a month for a phone, and for something to do is a lot better than what many are paying for a cell phone.  Which I don’t have one of those either.  *laughs*

Now that I have that little part out of the way, lets move on shall we?

Basically y’all, I have just been stressing on how my little family is going to do this.  But I know that the Deities that be do not put anything in our paths just so we can fail.  They do it to make us stronger people.  My family will get through this, it just might take a while for us to get things on the ball.  And we all need to do that.  Every single one of us needs to see our trials and tribulations as learning experiences.  They may stress you out, they may make you feel your lowest, but in the end, you WILL make it through a better person.

WE are all better people for what we have went through, whether good or bad, happy or sad.  We have survived, we have triumphed.  We have made it.

And thank you all.  Thank you for being a part of this community.  Thank you for listening to my ranting and raving, my venting and rambling.  Thank you…for being you.

I love you all,

Lilly

.:Grief – Missing my Fur Son:.

Hello friends.  I hope that all of you are smiling today.  Unfortunately, today is a sad day for me.  So let me explain why.

About 4 years ago, I was handed this little kitten.  He was tiny and sick and my heart just skipped a beat.  The woman that had brought him over asked us for an egg.  She said that the mother cat wouldn’t feed him, so they were giving him cows milk and wanted to feed him a raw egg.  I held this little being in my hands, and pressed him to my chest and couldn’t stop the words from spilling out.  “He’s mine.”  The woman looked at me in shock, confused by what I was saying.  I repeated, “He’s mine. He’s my Nigelis”  I could feel anger pouring into me as I felt his little heart struggling to beat.  I was furious.  She left soon after, going to ask the owners if I could have him, and soon returned with the now lifeless body with her.  I grabbed him and put him back onto my chest, rubbed his little back and felt a breath come, and another as his body warmed.  I ran to the store and grabbed everything that I could think of.  Kitten formula, tiny bottles, even little toys. I stayed awake all night, that little boy burrowed into my shirt, his ear pressed to my heart.  Every hour he would move and I would feed him and he started getting stronger.  His little eyes weren’t even open.  I would clean him, and snuggle him.  And every night he would lay on my chest.  Weeks went by and finally his white fur was beginning to shine like a star.  And then I seen it.  Bright blue eyes watching me.

Love filled me so intensely.  This was my son. My child and I loved him.  Just like I loved my human children.  The milestones passed quickly.  His first steps, his first play, his first solid foods, his eyes changing from blue to copper.  My heart swelled even more.  This tiny little kitten was becoming my whole life, my everything.  He wouldn’t sleep in his bed any more, he had to sleep with me.  And would yell if I left the room.  He had a voice, and the voice said “Mama.”  That little tiny fur child would yell Mama.

And then something happened.  He got sick.  He stopped walking properly.  He had constant diarrhea.  And then the seizures happened.  My son, my Nigelis had epilepsy, the very disease that I have to conquer every day.

We fought through everything together, me and my little Angel.

Two long and glorious years I held that precious bundle in my arms.  Loving him so deeply that I couldn’t breathe.  My heart holding him close.

And then one day, he attacked my daughter.  He ripped into her like she was some monster he was at war with.  Her legs were covered in blood.  Huge scratches and bite marks covered her skin.  And it was as I was holding him down that he looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears and I heard one last “Mama.”  I knew it was time.  He was begging me to let him go.  I could almost hear a voice in my head saying that it was time to let him go, that I just never listened.  He struck out the only way he knew how, knowing that I would finally pay attention.

That night I had to release him.  He passed away a year and 4 months ago.

It still hurts.  It still fills my dreams.  I know it is what he needed, but in the end, I still feel like I murdered my son.

I love you Nigelis.  I will always love you.  I will always miss the way you always wanted to snuggle, the way you always made me smile.  The way you would go still as a statue when I caught you in the garbage can.  The way you would yell Mom as you were getting a bath.  The way you would wear a coconut on your head.  The way you would stick your tongue out at me and make me laugh.

God I miss you so much.

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