My name is Patricia, but I go by Patti, flowur, mystic flowur, Paranormal Patti, Pretty Princess Patti Pochacco, Sir Reverend St. Patti, Pimp Daddy Patti Cane (most of which are names that were bestowed upon me by my friends and/or complete strangers) or pretty much any version of the name Patricia. I am never a Pat though; please don’t ever call me that. I went to high school in the SNL era of “It’s Pat”, I was tortured with that theme song at least once a day all through my high school years so please don’t call me Pat. Oh yeah and don’t sing “Patti Fatty 2X4 couldn’t fit through the kitchen door.” You can thank my brother and sister for that one. 🙂
As for my age I have stopped counting, from now on I’m going to answer that question with “76 you do the math”. I’ve had so many people ask me how old I am and I look at them like “how the hell am I supposed to know”. I celebrate my birthday on the “ides of March”, but in my mind I grow older on January first for some reason. Some years I even add another year on in March.
I seriously feel like I am time Dyslexic. I’m always late, no matter how hard I try; time just sneaks away on my leaving me wondering what the hell happened to it. I used to call it my “time warp”. It used to take me a half an hour to drive 15 minutes away from my house. I always do the speed limit, so it wasn’t because I was driving slowly or anything. Although I have been known to do 55 or so on the freeway when I am really involved in a conversation.
I have no children of my own, but I am the mother of one “fur baby” Daisy. She is my pride and joy. I’ve trained her to do many tricks and I hope to get her into Agility classes at some point. I am hoping to adopt another “fur baby” named Jayla, but I need to find out if Miss Daisy approves before I go inviting another baby into my home. I think the reason Jayla appeals to me is because she reminds me of me. She is so shy and withdrawn. She cowers away from people, but when I visit with her she lights up and even plays with me a little bit. It takes me a while to warm up to people too and most of the time I think it makes people think I am a bitch. (It doesn’t help that I have a frowny mouth like Ellen DeGeneres does. You may not have noticed that since she is smiling all the time). I am not a bitch; I am just shy and leery of new people. I am afraid of being hurt.
What I do….
I am a writer. I write. I procrastinate and then I write some more. I have the same New Year’s resolution every year. “This year I will get my book published.” So far I have finished 3 novels and probably over a thousand poems. Not one of them has been published, unless of course you count the one’s I sent in to the crazy contest that they say you won it and if you want to see your poems in print you have to pay $75 dollars to buy a book. I never bought the book. At the time I worked at Bargain Books and they actually had a bunch of those books show up there. The book my poems were in was not one of them.
I am a lover. I love. Not in a sexual way at all. I love everything: life, people, a cold pop on a warm day, doggies and kitties that have no mommy, music, words, numbers, smells, tastes. I. LOVE. EVERYTHING. Sometimes I think I am incapable of hatred, but there are some things I hate. I hate abuse of any kind. I hate when things are repeated more than 3 times. (Head-on commercials KILLED ME) I hate Moths, they are attracted to me like nothing else…maybe it’s my inner light. I hate the fact that I can never just be friends with someone. I take the feeling of finding kindred soul and replace with the feeling of a stupid school girl crush. My heart has been broken many times because of that very problem. I become obsessed very easily…speaking of that…
I am obsessed. I obsess. I obsess over everything. I get stuck eating on sort of food and I will eat that same food for weeks, sometimes even months. Currently I am obsessed with Hershey’s Cookies ‘n’ Cream candy bars, The Cure and Cottage Cheese. I am obsessed with Coca-cola and have been for about 15 years. If I don’t have either of these items I go crazy.
I am a crafter. I craft. I love making things, even if no one ever buys them. I sell my crafts at craft shows. Sometimes I do well; sometimes I don’t even break even and that doesn’t matter; what matters is that I am creating something with my bare hands. I love knitting, crocheting, cross-stitching, quilling (not to be confused with quilting), origami, kirigami, latch hook, jewelry, making fancy friendship bracelets and many many more. I love creating cute amigurumi creatures. I make my own patterns and someday I hope to publish a book of them. (There’s that p word again)
I am a hunter. I hunt. I don’t hunt for animals or to kill anything. I hunt for ghosts. It’s pretty strange as a child I was extremely frightened of ghosts. I spend my childhood hiding from them and now I seek them out. I am a member of the Michigan Ghost Watchers. I’ve been with them since 2008 (you do the math:) ) and I love investigating with them. We have fun, but we are serious while investigating. We’ve found some very interesting stuff; feel free to check out our website at www.ghostwatchers.org.
I see dead people. I do. I am a spirit medium. I talk to those who have crossed over. I’m still pretty new at it and sometimes the spirits get annoyed with me. I can literally go for days hearing the same thing over and over again in my head, but I don’t know what to do with it so I just have to live with it. Spirits communicate in many many ways. Through music on the radio; your telephone ringing and when you answer it no one is there; signs like a sight or a smell that reminds you of your loved one. The way I communicate with them mostly is through trance; I have to relax and allow them to give me pictures and words to pass on to the person I am reading. I can’t really just do an on the spot reading like the psychics on TV do…yet. I’m a lot like John Edward, but I do it blindfolded. I see the pictures better when I am in total darkness.
I am a finder. I find. I recover things that are lost. Seriously, it’s a weird thing I have (I guess it’s called remote viewing), but if you’ve lost something I just close my eyes and say “where is it?” and my spirit guides tell me what is around it. I’ve never tried this gift with missing people, mostly because I doubt myself too much. I really don’t believe in what I do as a spirit medium, but the people I read or find things for have told me what I do is legit. It’s always nice to have feedback like that; to know that I am helping people is all the reward I need.
I’m sure there is so much more to say, but since this is my very first blog; I guess that’s ok. You can learn more about me later. I’m going to try and blog at least twice a week…if not every day. It’s 3am now, past my usual bedtime, but I really got into this. I hope I can do it a lot more, it was very cathartic.
Goodnight World….until next time.