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Friday, June 22, 2007
MMMmmmm Herbs
Just tidying up my gardens before we leave and came in to get some water and realized my entire body smells of delicious
herbs....
Rosemary, mint, curry, oregano, sage, tarragon, and tomato vines....
Nothing better in the world...not the most expensive perfume or even new puppy.
I am covered in pollen of all different colors.
Life is good.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Personal Truths
Well, seems as if this week has been all about confronting my personal truths. Like:
I don't mind getting old. I really enjoy the wisdom it brings.
Needs to change to:
I don't mind getting old as long as I can still move as quick as when I was young and don't have any pain or "issues"
of aging.
Ugh. My back. I am a really bad "patient". I have no patience for it. And I complain and get
pissed off about it. For all my preaching about problems being opportunities for growth and learning to bear what
you have to with grace and dignity, I would really prefer to choose when, where and how long my opportunity exists.
I just don't get it. I believe that pain and illness can sometimes be a indicator or metaphor for things you need
to learn in life. For example, if you have a pain in the neck, chances are you have someone in your life who is a pain
in the neck. Deal with them and the pain goes away. Shoulder pain comes from "shouldering" too much responsibility.
Knee issues come from not having your needs met, get it? K-nee-ds. I also believe that there are never any real
rules so don't write me and tell me the theory is wrong. Chaos theory always over-rides any other theory, that's the
only real rule. We're not supposed to know everything....
But anyway, according to the body metaphor charts, my problem(s )are telling me:
Lower back is all about support and flexibility, a pulled muscle is indicating being overwhelmed, straining, feeling
not good enough. Acute Pain means pay attention now!, Itching (I have a daggone scalp eruption happening at the
same time) is about trying, struggling, confused and the hot flashes are about fear. The injury is on my right
side so it represents yang (male) energy.
Wow. But here's the thing. I had none of those problems until I hurt my freaking back! And then, Hell
Yeah, I'm worried about my flexibility and feeling overwhelmed and paying attention! I AM confused about my stupid scalp
and I have to admit to having some fear that I will incinerate during a hot flash.
Sigh. It makes me a bit grumpy to be in pain. And then it makes me feel bad because I know many, many people
who live with pain their whole life. So then I feel like I suck cause I complain so much. But I really kinda have
alot going on right now that I really need to take care of.
Perhaps that's the real message.
Unless you can come up with some other theory that doesn't require me to think that the world can revolve without my
important self.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
The time has come the walrus said....
Had an interesting morning. Went to meet with a yoga student who happens to own a dance
studio. She had asked me a few months ago whether I'd be interested in teaching yoga in her studio. Remembering
the Slim and Tone year of ugh, I had been really reluctant to even consider it so I have been putting her off. And putting
her off.
Finally agreed to meet with her, after stewing about not wanting to work any harder and wanting my own center
and what not. Hurt my back really bad yesterday (when will I learn to not show people what not to do?), went to the
chiropractor who made it worse, was up all night writhing in pain, thought about canceling but felt really bad since I'd put
her off for so long so I went.
Duh. It was beautiful.
Duh. I need to start expanding my horizons.
Duh. It is time to move on and stop procrastinating.
I'm not getting any younger you know. The only way to truly realize my potential is to get on with it.
Time to stop stagnating.
It's a neat set up because there are other like minded souls there. An acupuncturist, a chiropractor, a
financial analyst (not sure how that fits but whatever, Lord knows I could use the help) We can all help one another.
And dancers! You may not know this but I love to dance---biggest disappointment of my life was being too short to be
a Rockette....
So I'm kinda stoked. Is this it? Is this the start? It's a great place to do Reiki and private
classes and it's also a neat complement to my other places. It's smaller and more intimate than World Gym and it has
walls and mirrors for my CCPC folks to actually SEE their poses. It's got a little something for everyone.
And it's got windows with blinds that open from the top so you can see the tree tops. That's what sold
me....geek that I am LOL!
So now the question is.... What took me so long? I have a really good feeling about this.
If I could just get over the back thing and the sweating thing....errgh.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Happy, happy, joy, joy
Sometimes it amazes me how happy I am. Considering where I come from, WHAT I come from, where I've been, what
I've seen, it's a pretty impressive feat to feel the joy I do. It can only be attributed to grace. And maybe some
luck. Hmmm, luck and grace, same thing? Not really.
"Tis grace that brought me safe thus far...."
Happiness and satisfaction are different things. We all can see room for improvement in our lives, in ourselves,
in those around us, in our choices. That's a necessary thing, otherwise, we would not grow, we would not make the changes
we need to make to become who we are. And I think you can be temporarily satisfied fairly easily but long term
happiness comes from inside. You cannot create happiness. You can get things out of the way so you can feel it
but you can't MAKE it happen.
The Dalai Lama said "Happiness IS our natural state, our purpose in life is to be happy"
I remember when I read that the first time years ago. I was appalled. I come from a land of "whoever is the
most miserable wins". Trouble equals attention. Happiness feels weird and means it's your job to take care of
all the misery. In Christianity we are taught that it's all about suffering and then we get to add that big ole guilt
trip of Jesus suffering and dying for our sins and how we need to be remorseful and pay penance. It is bad to feel good.
We must suffer. Because life just isn't miserable enough on it's own.
Zen philosophy has a saying, "Why lay your head on a rock when a pillow is nearby?"
If Jesus died for our sins, why would he want us to continue suffering? Isn't the whole goal that we feed His sheep?
And when you do that, doesn't it make you HAPPY? Mmmmm. Why do we pretend and create hardship when
we have all we need already?
We don't meditate to find answers. The answers are already there. We meditate to uncover them. We spend
our whole lives being conditioned, we are taught what to feel, what to say, how to act, what is right, what is wrong, who
to hate, who to love. Everything we believe to be true has been told to us by others. In books, on TV, in our
homes. It becomes impossible to hear that "small still voice". We have to learn to let go of all the other voices,
even our own.
So we begin the process of dropping. Every thought that comes up, we drop. We let it go, we do not attach
it to us, we wait. It can take years. God doesn't speak in words.
One day we get a glimpse. And "ten thousand doors" open all at once. And we continue dropping. LOL...kinda
like when you get tree for the first time and you get so excited that you fall over. And then you have to get over the
excitement.....
As time goes on and I have dedicated myself to this truth pilgrimage and have learned to slowly continue to let go of
all my conditioning, I have seen the glimpse.
The glimpse is happiness. And when you stop looking it's there.
Amazing.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Happy Fahza's Day!
Barry and I have been experiencing old people syndrome this weekend. My back and scalp are a mess. His
teeth and pysche are icky. We're just kinda falling apart. Don't ask, we refuse to be "those" old people
who tell you every detail of their ickiness, just suffice to say it's icky. Although, I do have to say I'm kinda freaking
out about the whole not being able to dye my hair right now thing.....and the hot flashes FOR GOD SAKES MAN WHEN DO THEY STOP!!!!!!!!
Anyway, we ended up trying to "treat" one another's issues yesterday. He gave me a massage for my back and
I gave him a Reiki for his issues. We put the table up in the back yard, it was really quite nice.
We actually thought it was pretty funny, us baby boomers and our new age "cures". Funny thing is, we both did feel better
today :) I don't care if you think it's placebo....whatever works. 
We are getting ready for vacation and all of us are very excited. We went out last night and bought special surprises
for our friends who are going with us but since some of them actually read this, I can't tell you what they are but we had
a ton of fun planning, I'll fill you in later. We've never gone on vacation with friends for any length of time so this
will be an experience, I'm sure. Plus, we really love these guys so it should be a trip. Literally. I just
can't wait to sit on the beach and feel the breeze and smell the surf...I need it. I need it really bad.
Had a marvelous chat on Friday morning. I'm really thinking that's going to be an every week thing. Friday
afternoons, come chat at my house, weather permitting, in my back yard. Just a bit of heaven, really connecting
with an amazing person, we all must spend more time doing that and less time not doing it.
I'm kinda in a crossroads. Should I do more? Should I switch? What predicaments. I just really
want my own spiritual center, is that so wrong? A place you can go and be quiet and chill and learn and be healed and
meet other people with the same goals and desires, where people are kind and actually care....sigh. Will it ever happen?
And how hard do I have to work to make it happen?
Moral of the story:
Don't drink wine and blog. You really don't make much sense. And the whole continuity thing sucks.
Happy Father's Day one and all....
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Mixed Emotions of The Trip
Elation: Jersey Boys was awesome!!! What a great show! And I never really cared for
Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, way too pop and sap, in my opinion. But wow. The voices, the sets, the lights,
the story, I laughed, I cried, I danced, it was amazing.
Distress: Ummm. Times Square. Yoga Teachers and Times Square, bad combination.
I don't get how you can focus on anything there, with so much going on. And I wouldn't have minded it so much if I hadn't
seen a young boy almost killed because he didn't make through the cross walk quite in time and a cab refused to stop.
No lie. First of many. I was terrified crossing the street. My daughter and later my husband, acted like
there was something wrong with me because I thought that was really bad form. The whole reaction is "yep, that's New
York" like it's some major survival adventure and supposed to be acceptable and fun. Give me Mount Everest any day...at
least there's air.
And I am not even going to try and understand "The Naked Cowboy". Ewww.
Pain: Sitting all day. Ugh. Thought I would lose my mind (and the nerves in my butt)
Irritation: Everything felt very small and closed in everywhere. Felt like Bertha Big Butt
trying to maneuver down the street, in the bus, at the theater, the restaurant, just really needed to fling my arms open wide
and do warrior....
And witnessing a posse in action was pretty annoying as well.
Disgust: The food.
Joy: Watching my daughter have fun with her mentor, Christa. Seeing how mature my
daughter has become as she led me around, being the grown up to her sissy mom. Seeing the sparkle in her eyes during
the show. And as she played BINGO---what a dork LOL! Seeing the silliness and closeness of my friend and her daughter.
More Joy: Coming home. My Bed. My House. My Family. AND the fact that
I don't have to work til 7pm.
Sadness: The realization that I have lost a friend.
Would I do it again? I would love to see the show again or another show but I would rather
be beamed there. Could you arrange that, Scotty?
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
My Animal Card today:
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Armadillo wears its armor on its back, its medicine a
part of its body. Its boundaries of safety are a part of its total being. Armadillo can roll into a ball and never be
penetrated by enemies.
What a gift it is to set your boundaries so that harmful
words or intentions just roll off. Your lesson is in setting up what you are willing to experience. If you do not wish to
experience feeling invaded, just call on Armadillo medicine.
A clue to how to proceed is to make a circle on a piece
of paper and see it as a medicine shield. In the body of the shield, write all that you are desiring to have, do, or experience.
Include things that give you joy. This sets up boundaries that allow only these chosen experiences to be a part of your life.
These boundaries become a shield that wards off the things which are undesirable to you. The shield reflects what you are
and what your will is to others on an unconscious level. Outside of the shield you may put what you are willing to experience
"by invitation only," for example a visit from a long lost relative, criticism from friends, or people needing handouts.
If Armadillo has waddled into the cards you chose, it
is time to define your space. You may have been too willing to let your home become a bus station. You may find that you cannot
say "no" even when you know that you will have to cancel plans to be obliging. This routine can get old in a hurry!
It may be time to ask yourself the following questions:
1) Am
I honoring the time I need for my personal enjoyment?
2) Do others treat me like a doormat?
3) Why
do I always get upset when I'm taken for granted?
4) Is
there a reason for my being a "yes" person?
All of the answers to these questions relate to setting
up boundaries: what you will and won't do; what makes you feel uncomfortable and what is comforting to you. How you
react in any circumstance has to do with your ability to be objective. You cannot be objective if you cannot tell where the
other person's personality stops and where yours begins. If you have no boundaries, you are like a sponge. It will seem as
if all the feelings in a room full of people must be yours. Ask yourself if you are really feeling depressed, or if this feeling
actually belongs to the person you are talking to. Then allow Armadillo's armor to slice in-between, giving you back your
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Seems appropriate for today....
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Old Blogs
I had mentioned a few months ago that I couldn't find my camera cord and that I had a ton of pictures that I really wanted
to see but couldn't. Not to make a short story long but I really feel like this was an ordeal. But I'll give you
a choice:
Short Story: I am able to download my pictures and have done so.
Long Story: First I ordered a replacement cord that blew the USB port, then I cleaned the entire
house top to bottom to try and find the original, then I ordered a replacement directly from Fuji, which took some doing,
when I got the cord, guess what? It blew the USB port. We searched all of Bowie to find a smart card reader to
no avail. Then Cory went and bought another camera for himself so I stole his FUJI and it turned out that it could hold
my memory card but just as we found this out, my motherboard fried so we had to put the old in the new. All this took 5
months.
Bottom Line: I have downloaded my pictures and videos. Not all but I'm getting there.
Some are on Soul Collage if you want to see them.
More unnecessary technical info: Verizon will not download my pictures without a struggle so I bypass this by downloading
my newsletters and pictures to my old Xanga blog, which has a really good photo host and then I can just insert the html code
to here and save space and it works well.
Why did I tell you all this?
So last night I discovered that I could create a whole photo module that you could click on the photo and it would take
you to my whole photo blog on Xanga. I was trying to decide whether I wanted people to access my old blog and started
looking at some old posts to see if I needed to censor or not. This blog goes back to 2004 and to say there have been
many changes in my life would be an understatement.
So why did I tell you all this?
When I was reading some old entries, it struck me that I used to be much funnier. Much, much funnier. And
much more real. And much more personal. And much more helpful. And angry, sad, happy, wacky, enthusiastic,
etc.... There is a distinct change that I can pin point but won't.
Bottom line (really!) I discovered that I already am really censoring myself, trying to
be PC and cynically entertaining. It's obvious that I am worried about repercussions. (imagined, not real)
And guess what?
Joke em.
I gotta be me..... I gotta be me.....
Now really, if you made it this far, was it worth it? LOL!
Sorry. Setting a personal reminder. Hope you enjoy the pictures. As soon as Youtube gets my video up,
you can see it on the home page. It's my fish in my pond :)
Oh don't worry. Now I can finally do some GOOD videos......stay tuned.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Many things.....
What a weekend....but first...
How do you milk a soy bean?
Anyway. So, remember that electricity thing in my hands I was writing about? Firday my motherboard fried.
No kidding. Just blew...lights a flashing, gone. No warning, one minute it was there, the next...poof! At
the same time, I get a call from Barry that his truck died. And I guess there was some big electrical something that
took out lots of people's computers?? (I really need to start paying attention)
Fortunately, Barry had won a computer a couple months ago AND his brother who spends half his waking life tinkering on
computers just happened to come over like 10 minutes later so he just popped the old hard drive into the new and we can use
both...blah, computers are boring mmmyeah. So we are lucky. And good to go, cept for having to re-install all
the programs,,,,boring, mmmyeah.
Went to see Jesus Christ Superstar at Wolf Trap on Saturday. It was really great, really powerful. Jesus
was Ted Neely, who believe it or not can still hit those insane notes. It was kinda funny when he first came out though
because there was a hush in the whole audience as each person turned to one another and said "OHHHH HE"S OLD!!!!!" Like
we all expected him not to age....
Judas was amazing. Man, that music is sooo good and sooo hard! I can't imagine doing a play with that kind
of talent--we think we have talent AND WE DO but a whole cast of musicians who are as good as our best musician is just
amazing. The harmonies.....and the dancing...sigh. Wow. Although I did have many people come up to
me and say that our staging of "Trial before Pilate" was much better...but they could just be being nice :) But I do
sort of agree (sssh, don't tell!) But the rest OMG, amazing. And Ted Neely was really great, even though he kinda
looked like an old oriental sage--it worked, sort of made it kung fu--ish....
It was great to see everyone too! If you've never done a play, it's hard to understand just how much of a family
you create during it. You really do miss everyone when it's done...it's like everyone moved or something. It's
so nice to get to hug each other and plot the "next one"...
Speaking of,
I put a survey on the page for who ever is interested to have a say in what they think the next play should be. The responses have been
really interesting. I'll put a list when I get done this post.
Lastly, went to church Sunday. (that's 2 in a row!!!) Can someone tell me what the heck is the deal with
the music? As I heard someone around me singing (no names!)
"Grant us courage,
Grant us PATIENCE,
As this song goes on and on......."
Just wondering....sigh. It would be kinda fun to kick it up a notch or two...or have some more Women's
Sunday with spirit and enthusiasm. Arrgh. I used to like "God of the Sparrow". When it's not a death
march. Crud. I really want to go to church every week. And I really don't want to spend the whole time wishing
it was over....
Sorry. Just venting...
Have a great week, talk to you soon :)
Friday, June 8, 2007
Summer
Wow, what a change from yesterday, huh? I was thinking that I really didn't feel like blogging today but I really
wanted to share with you something that someone sent me the other day. Now, I don't have his/her permission so I will
make the changes to protect the innocent (I have no idea what that means....)
This
is how a morning is supposed to go-
Wake
up. 5:30. I know, It just happens - I can't help it. It's 1st light I crave, even
on vacation. My friends are likely still snoozing, but I'll make a full pot anyway (because they're gonna need
it).
It’s
off to the waters-edge:
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roadie-cup-of-jo
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beach chair
· surf rod & fresh bait
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sunglasses
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a mild case of the morning-after fuzzies
In
an hour or two, one-by-one, they'll straggle down to join me. Whispered "Mornin's" all around and it's back to business
- contemplating waves.
Maybe
a nibble or two. Change to fresh bait. The tide is right and optimism high. One more cast. Right where
I wanted. The rod goes back in the sand-spike to wait. What do I really want: for the flounders and
pompanos to leave me alone so we can resume chillin' - or do I want a big one to strip line off my reel and give me a heart
attack? Tough one, but there's always time to Chill! Fish on!
-skip
ahead a bit.
So
now that tonight's dinner has been provided...and we've all staggered down to the rapidly warming sand...She starts
- “Breathe up. Swan dive”....it's quite beautiful 6-part harmony. The neighbors stare but they're just
jealous that we don't care. We're self conscious for about a second...then it's back to the present. Feel the
sand. Hear the waves. Smell the coppertone. Taste the saltair.
See your thoughts. Breathe.
Nibblin
on sponge cake
Watchin
the sun bake
All
of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin
my six-string
On
my front porch swing
Smell
those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to boil…
Now isn't that
a beautiful visualization? Don't you think this person is destined to be a great blogger? Wow....makes me humble....
Just thought I'd
share :)
Thursday, June 7, 2007
An Update
I've had a wonderful, strange, enlightening week. And now I hurt my back. Strange how things go back and
forth. And oh! I just thought of something really interesting. I don't know if I should share it or not.....Wait.
Let me walk away and center--little scattered, can you tell?
Okay. Deep breath. So many things have happened this week, so many wonderful things that it would take all
day to tell them all, I will try and give the Reader's Digest Condensed version. I am not promising anything.
I know I tend to get a bit....well....shall we say, wordy? To be helpful I'll try and highlight the word the paragraph
is about and blah, blah, blah.....let me get on with it.
Reiki Attunement II. Wow. What a wonderful day. After
I got home, my best friend from forever (my BFFF) came over and I gave her a Reiki. The energy is much more powerful
in a much calmer way. The weirdest thing was that all week I could not touch electronics without my hands burning.
You could actually SEE where it was burning, so strange. That's why I haven't blogged earlier, it hurt! Hey, you
don't have to believe it--- Talking on the phone was an ordeal. And I couldn't touch a remote either....
That was okay though, have you been outside? What a beautiful week.
Titanic. So the weird thing I thought of....and again, you don't have to believe
it.... I gave Rhia a Reiki on Tuesday. Outside, in the back yard, under the gazebo. It was lovely.
It so wonderful giving this gift to those you love so deeply because the energy is even more powerful since the energy IS
love. It's easy to love everyone as a love for mankind but when it's one of your own, it goes to new levels.
Whatever, I can't explain it. Anyway, when I was working at her feet, I closed my eyes and just gave over to the energy,
completely losing myself in the process. When I sort of came back, I realized that I was swaying side to side, just
like I was on a boat or in a boat, involuntarily. I was playing with it, thinking it was very interesting but it
was sort of overwhelming, sort of way beyond the both of us, it was even a little frightening, so I moved on and didn't
really think of it again. Until this morning. When I read Rhia's blog:
"So I finally saw Titanic all the way through a couple days ago. I was able to actually watch
it instead of just laugh at the end when all the people are falling off the boat. I didn't laugh this time. Instead, I was
deeply affected by it. If you believe in reincarnation, you know that you come back in different lives as many different people.
I believe I was on that ship.
I was a young woman of about 26 years old, first class, brown hair. My family (Mother
and Father with a sibling and my husband) had gotten their tickets and were ready to embark on a journey to America to
start a business of our own and make millions. We already had connections and had a meeting the day after to settle the deal.
When the ice berg hit, we were sound asleep in our beds, but were woken up and got to make our way to the lifeboats first.
My mother and I were lucky, as we got to hop aboard the third lifeboat that would leave the ship. My father and husband and
sibling never made if off the boat, or at least, we never heard from them again. It was a horrid sight, bodies as far as the
eye could see, people flinging themselves off the ship. We had plenty of room on our lifeboat that we could have sacrificed
for about forty more people but they never filled it. We finally made it to America, but nothing was ever the same.
Or at least that's how I feel it would have been if I were really on the Titanic. So imagine if
you were there the night of April 14, 1912. Were you upper class, or lower? Did you survive, or were you forced to drown or
freeze? It's fascinating of you really sit down and think about it."
Now I don't know if I believe in reincarnation or not and neither does she but that's pretty weird isn't it?
But now I have to go because my son has the day off and is trying everything in his
power to annoy me so I get off the computer so he can tell me about the new camera he wants to buy so he's playing the piano
at top sound or whatever you call it and I'm about to kill him....
Anybody renting a room out?.....
Monday, June 4, 2007
5 minutes to World Gym
Okay, I got about 5 minutes.... Quick Thoughts:
I hope you got a chance to hear Ann preach yesterday...she was amazing. She took a bible verse you would have just
rolled your eyes back in your head and skipped (I mean, it was from Numbers....) and made it come alive in a very touching
and interesting way. Bravo Ann!
I got my Reiki II. It was marvelous....even better than Reiki I. In a completely different way, I feel the
healing is much more powerful--as do my 2 guinea pigs this weekend :) Speaking of....
I got to spend some time with my best friend from forever. It was fitting that she got to be my first guinea pig
since she has been the guinea pig for many a crazy idea of mine. This ones a good one though...I think she really enjoyed
it, even when I made her stop breathing. LOL. Don't ask, I won't do that for everyone. Jeesh.
Had a really nice weekend. Really enjoyed church, "Chick Church" is just a whole different atmosphere....wish it
was more than once a year. How bout once a month? heh heh, that would go over well.
ooops...gotta go....enjoy your week!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Random Rants
So apparently another added bonus to this night sweat thing is that I got to forget how to talk. Like, if you've
had your shoulders your whole life, shouldn't you know what their called? And really, losing yourself in an OCD world
during yoga is insane. Like, does it really matter all that much if I can't figure out how to do tree & dancer in
all 4 corners? OMG. What a week.
I'm seriously worried about not being able to do my job. Thank God my students are forgiving souls. As Laverne
said, "We like it when you do yoga with us and mess up cause it makes us feel like we don't look so bad....." Glad I
could be of some service. LOL! I've been following my doctor's advice and actually doing more yoga which has been really
fun for me, but I suspect not so great for my students who are looking for professionalism....Having a hot flash in the middle
of a pose makes it a bit difficult to stay connected to the moment of peace. Especially when the only thought in your
head is "Holy Mother of Zeus, it's hot as Hades in here!!!!!" That's a pretty far cry from "breathe in, breathe out,
relax on the exhale".....
Went to Bowie's graduation on Wednesday to see my almost daughter graduate. Became rapidly convinced of the total
breakdown of society. I mean, am I old fashioned because I believe that when a speaker is talking, it is rude and disrespectful
to shout out the names of your kid who can't hear you anyway? And since when did it become okay to have a loud conversation
on your cell phone during a public event when you sitting right next to people? I won't even start on the 2 men in back
of me who felt it was important that I and everyone know how they got tickets to the event and how drunk they were the night
before. No wonder the children act out.....
I know, I know, I'm getting old. I just kept thinking that if it was my kid up there being valedictorian or MC,
that I would be really upset that I couldn't hear a word. And then I had a hot flash.
I'm getting Fios today. Wish me luck.
I'm working on the newsletter. Geeesh. Should I change the times of yoga?
I get my Reiki II tomorrow. I'm worried because when I do Reiki, my hands and sometimes my whole body gets hot,
like Lori says "did it hurt when you stuck your hands in the microwave?" If I have a hot flash while I'm doing Reiki
will I just incinerate on the spot? Big white flash......gone......
Do I seem a bit obsessive to you? Is that just another joy to look forward to?
Don't even mention the irritability to me. It just gets on my nerves.
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