Saturday, October 27, 2007
I cooked both batches for about 5 minutes or so until everything was real mushy. Then, I pulsed it all in the food processor and returned the figs to the skillet to cook some more. We liked the second batch more than the first so I mixed both together and the final product is pretty interesting. This, when it cools, is going to be a nice fruit spread.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I learned how to channel almost 15 years ago. Doesn’t seem that long ago. I don’t have that ache anymore. I still get angry. Hell, face it, I’m going through menopause. You think menopause for a psychic is any easier than menopause for anybody else? I doubt it. But, I don’t have that ache anymore.
This evening on the road coming home from work I was testing out one of the basic channeling exercises. I delight in helping folks learn how to channel or just moving them a little closer so that one day they’ll break through for themselves. I was sort of down and up all at the same time emotionally. A bit on the needy side. Not really feeling sorry for myself, not in an absolutely pissy mood. Just a little needy. Anyway, one of the guides suggested I start counting. It began as a rhythmic sort of a thing.
One two three
One two three
One two three four
One two three
It felt to me sort of like a rhyme.
One two three four
One two three
One two three four
And, then they started singing the numbers.
And, somehow I relaxed into it.
I mean I really fell into it. And, I was still driving. I’m pretty amazed at it now.
Somehow I relaxed and let go of so much tension the tears just started streaming down my face. I’d swipe at my face. I was still singing. Numbers. Stupid, silly numbers. But, it was the love of the guides. I was having one of those moments when you just know in your bones that you are so connected to the universe and so much a part of your life and the people in your life that it just brings you to your knees. And, that’s what it did for me.
I feel better.
Monday, October 22, 2007
I also got DeeDude’s books back up and my own, “Spirit Whispers” from LuLu.com. Got my buttons back up and the biggest thing of all, the thing I’d been wanting to do forever and just couldn’t figure out how to do it was to arrange all the archives into a drop down list with newest showing first, a reverse order sort of deal.
Slowly I’m building it back up again.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
I had a yearning to return to French. I had half a year of it in high school, but I don’t remember squat about what I learned. This is from a person who went to 5 different high schools in 4 years. Anyway, I was thinking about how I could satisfy my yearning to learn another language and maybe exercise my brain some.
I was in the car at the time driving home from work and one of the guides said to me: Je t'aime. At least, that’s what I thought it sounded like. Sometimes I'm not sure that I channel things right and I said, “Je m'appelle?” Like, maybe I hadn’t channeled it right and were they really trying to say, “My name is?” That’s about all I remember of my high school French. No, they said, “Je t'aime”. I figured I’d look it up when I had a moment, but forgot all about it until I was talking to a friend this weekend. I told him what the guide had said. He said it means, “I love you”. How sweet is that?
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Actually, maybe this is a good thing. That's what I keep trying to tell myself: "My higher self wouldn't hand me something that wasn't going to be a good thing for me no matter how I cringe or holler about it." As I'm surfing around the internet looking for a likely looking blog template I found this interesting snippet of code to create a drop cap. Figured it might come in handy and it looks sort of interesting.
I got it from Manderin Design. I think it's pretty nifty.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Figuring along with a 30 second commercial (at least the ones I still understand) they say right up front what it is that they want you to know about.
My husband, for years, has constantly yammered at me, “The short version, please.” Irritating? Yes. Pointless? No.
So, next time you’ve got to tell somebody something, rather than explain all the in’s and out’s, the wherefore’s and why’s of the matter, just state your case. Then, if it’s a woman you’re talking to you might be able to go into more detail. If it’s a man you’re talking to stop. It’s how we’re wired differently.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
We do it anyway. The idea, though, is that the person listening to said advice, from either of us, will either accept or reject it. Or, they could just wonder about it. Does it offend me that you don’t take my advice? No. Does it offend me that you might disagree with my advice? No. Will I listen to you as you list all your reasons for why my advice sucks? Maybe. I’ll give you about 15 seconds and within that 15 seconds you will either present yourself as a legitimately qualified person to say something constructive or you’ll come off as somebody on the attack. That’s where I make my decision.
And, I either listen to you or I won’t.
I think, though, that there is also another route that we might be open to in regard to listening to advice from others. I’m thinking of what the inner you has to say about any of this. Could this advice be rated on a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of being good for you?
Okay, so it’s good advice. If you buy into it whole heartedly this particular piece of advice would help person A only a little bit, therefore it’s a #2 on that scale of 1 to 10. Person B listening to the same advice, given their own set of circumstances and stages of development, might be helped to the 8th level of that scale of 1 to 10.
Same advice. Didn’t help the first person all that much but was more beneficial for the other person.
I never really thought of it in terms like that before. Degrees of helpfulness.
Do it anyway.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
What else could go wrong? You’ll probably hit the back of the commode as you pee. Your range is going to be off. Women will scream at the sight of you and run fleeing into the night. It’s just not worth it. We like you just the way you are.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Stephanie is like Lucy Ricardo on steroids. It is absolutely hilarious. And, the R part is the sex. The stories all take place in New Jersey. Stephanie works for her slime ball cousin Vincent and goes out looking for folks who’ve missed their court dates. Bringing them in is Stephanie’s job. She’s in love with Joe Morelli, a Trenton cop and also has the hots for Ranger, a fellow bounty hunter. Both guys end up helping her out of jams left and right. Stephanie gets help from Lula, a former ho turned file clerk in Vinney’s office. She wants to be a bounty hunter and helps Stephanie out on a lot of the cases. She also weighs more than I do. Stehanie’s family joins in and is also as hilarious as she is. I wonder if it is the water they drink? Her Grandma Mazur is a hoot, a hot old lady who is a terrible embarrassment to her daughter, Stephenie’s mother. Hell, if she was my grandmother she’d be an embarrassment to us too.
Even the bad guys are endearing. I know I am going to be guaranteed a laugh when I read a Stephanie Plum novel. And, the best part? Even though she screws up left and right (not entirely her fault) she does win in the end. Anyway, that’s what I’m doing tonight.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.
2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.
3. Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them).
4. Let them know they've been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.
Anyway, 8 facts about me:
• I went to 13 schools in 12 years
• I got psychic when I overdosed with Stephen King books
• I regularly act on suggestions from Spirit while I’m cooking
• I met my husband in a restaurant in Germany and complimented him on how well he spoke English. His reply: “Thanks, I’m an American.”
• I have 5 cats
• I once talked to a chicken leg.
• I quit smoking 8 years, 2 weeks and 2 days ago.
• I’ve saved about $18,457 not buying cigarettes since I quit smoking.
I'm tagging the following folks with this meme: Wicked H, Sera, Abhay, Matt, Genuine, Millie, Nancy, the PreSurfer
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Me, who doesn’t exercise. Me who would be caught dead before I exercised. Me who is embarrassed as all get out at how out of shape I am.
I joined Curves. I’ve been 4 times now. Three times this week. Folks who will appreciate the effort I’m putting into this will also appreciate the fact that I went after work on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday.
All it involves is half an hour of your time. You don’t work up that big a sweat. You’re not dying of exhaustion. But, you’ve burned up between 200 and 500 calories that you might not ordinarily burned up.
It adds up.
Also, I get to work out on 12 different resistance exercise machines. I don’t have to be embarrassed by how out of shape I am. We’re all old ladies (mostly) and no men at all. And, I can walk to it from my house. And, I heard somebody on television recently saying that the best exercise a diabetic person can get is resistance and weight training. I'm really impressed that I haven't hurt myself. Normally, I embark upon an exercise program and within 2 days I've hurt myself so bad I can hardly walk for 3 weeks. I'm not hurting and I'm really encouraged.