I am a Pisces, born March 2, 1960.
I’m vertically challenged at under 5’ and have only one ear so I can’t hear in stereo. I’ve always loved to tell jokes and I see humor in everything. I am a Christian and politically would classify myself as Libertarian on social issues but Conservative on financial issues. I live with my family in Western Pennsylvania. I graduated from art school and have held jobs ranging from a short order cook at a flea market to a senior designer, and from being an owner of a bridal magazine to being a real estate agent. I currently work in a factory with odd hours that cause me to be sleep deprived.
My husband since 1979.
I met him in high school in the band. He played drums and I played flute. I always had a thing for drummers. The fact that we met and fell in love at such a young age is really a great thing. While most couples fight about silly stuff, we grew up together. So we formed our likes and dislikes together. It is almost shocking how easy it is to pick out things like furniture or paint color. He is a mailman and is quiet and patient. It still tingles when he kisses me. He is my soul mate and love of my life. I joke that he is the world’s second most perfect man.
The world’s most perfect man.
I’m not fully convinced that he is even human. Since he metaphorically took over my body, mind, soul, etc. in 2009, I became a better version of myself. He reawakened my psychic connections and my libido . My husband encourages (doesn’t discourage LOL) my obsession as he gets the benefits of the latter.
He was “street smart” and fearless.
He was also creative and a molder by trade. He grew up in foster care in Pittsburgh. I started Saturday art classes in the 5th grade and Dad drove me to most of them. He loved to drive his car. He always encouraged me in my creative endeavors. He was very patriotic and very lucky with his number being 804. My father died on tax day in 1986, leaving Mom a widow at 49 years old. Dad sends me pennies and quarters from beyond. I collect bicentennial quarters and state quarters in his memory. I am convinced that any crow sounds are coming from him. He loved birds and animals.
She is homebound and I am her caretaker.
Mom lives with us in an apartment in our lower level. This is not an easy situation as she is and has always been, very negative. She feels other people’s pain and can read people’s character as soon as she meets them. If she senses negative energy, the hair on the back of her neck stands up. She is very generous but has so much hate, pain and bad memories that it is hard to hold a conversation with her. Since she is still on this Earthly plain, I assume the Universe still has something for her to teach or learn.
My oldest son, is 21 years old and is most likely an IndigoClick to see books about Indigo children and adults.
As a toddler he had this gift of finding another quiet child and would just go and sit with them. He made some unusual choices for friends. He is very cute with blonde hair and huge blue eyes. I always expected his friends would be similar, but they were not. They would have learning disabilities or have some physical characteristic that made them an outcast. But he elevated these people and I am so proud of him. He was in the high school band and played drums like Dad. He is in his second year of college and he is my resident computer geek. He is interested in some of my spiritual, psychic stuff.
My youngest son, is 19 years old: I call him my “extreme child”.
He skateboards, rides BMX bikes, can do gymnastics, plays guitar and sings. He has broken 11 bones so far and I always said that if we got him to 18 years old and he was still alive that we did a decent job of parenting. He is in college now and is very talented and very smart. He has a dual major in Economics and Math to become an actuary. He’s bestowed with a very good intuition, but he refuses to believe in anything “psychic”. I am a freak to him. He is a lot like my Dad and he was named after him.
My only sibling is a year and 3 days younger than me.
We were brought up like twins. She loves to get psychic and tarot card readings. She lives part of the time here in Western, PA and part of the time in Southern CA. We get a lot of the same messages from Dad. She has no children of her own, so Ray and John get treated like royalty by her and her husband.
I met Nosk because of Adam Lambert.
A bunch of us were planning a pre-party before the Norfolk “Glam Nation” concert and she had an extra ticket to Adam’s first show in Wilkes-Barre, PA. She was driving north and asked if I was interested in going with her. Being a complete stranger I said, “Sure, why not?” I had the time of my life and found a friend that has so much in common with me, including a lot of psychic stuff.
Bells & Whistles:
“Bells & Whistles” is the name of the TV “dramedy” that I created.
It was inspired by Stormy, a friend from high school who moved to New York City and married a wedding photographer. (The latest version is in Hollywood Standard Format and was entered into a TV writing contest at Scriptapalooza.com. I was thrilled to be a semi-finalist. Now I would like to find an agent and somehow get it on TV. I even wrote in a part for Adam Lambert to play.) The complete script for the pilot episode is available by contacting us.
She was a friend of mine in high school and was a singer.
She is the one that I channel almost daily. She remained friends with me after we got out of high school and she sang at our wedding. She dated a radio DJ and we got to do some fun things because of it. She moved to New York City to pursue a singing/theatre career. She sang in a wedding band and met a wedding photographer. They married in 1986 and we were invited to their fabulous wedding. Eddie and I went to visit them twice and were guests in their lovely New Jersey home.
At the time I had just become the co-owner of a bridal magazine. We would sit around and chat about all the funny things that happen at weddings. Her husband thought we could make a movie, but I thought it would make a great TV show. Over the years I wrote and rewrote the script for “Bells & Whistles”.
Stormy passed away in 2000 and she wants this on TV in the worst way. She won’t leave me alone about it. As I was driving in my car listening to an Adam CD, I was thinking about this website I wanted to create, and if indeed, I was psychic. I decided to put the radio on to see if there were any “messages”. Three words were uttered and then it said “Bells & Whistles”. It was a Taco Bell commercial. I usually just smile when stuff like that happens. But this time it caught me by surprise. I think I screamed “NO FUKCING WAY”!