"But Alice had got so much into the way
of expecting nothing but out of the way things
to happen that it seemed quite dull and stupid
for life to go on in the common way."
The Journey continues...
Favorite Quote's
"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think." ~ Dorothy Parker
In case you wondered...I have combined On a Quest....with The Church of the Great Oval at wordpress. I hate friggin' blogger. If I cannot comment on your blog you know why. Google won't let me. For all of you that care where I am at now, you can find me here for right now:
I amaze my Self with my brilliance most of the time. When I originally set up On a Quest on old Blogger (being the technical genius that I am) I didn't know I could have more than one blog on the same user and password. I had sent my Self an invite so I could have both blogs on the same dash board. Anyhoo...when I changed to the new blogger at The Church, On a Quest did not change. Then I , of course couldn't remember the user and p.w. and I had set this up when I had AOL and don't have access to the email address any longer. Anyway I couldn't post here. Now I finally figured out what user name I had used to set this up. Guess what the user name was that I couldn't for the life of me figure out? My friggin' name. DUH.
So......I am up and running again.
I suppose I should get around and about blogging so you know I am here again. I have to go find my Buddie's.
Long vacation huh? *snicker** I will be up dating On a Quest... with some of my adventures soon... but right now I just don't have time to do both blogs. I am posting regularly at The Church. That doesn't help if your not much a NASCAR fan tho does it!! I miss all my regular reader's here a lot, especially The Tower members. I will be back posting here ASAP, probably after the New Year. Don't forget Bab's birthday is Dec.31. I think it would suck to have a birthday on a day the whole world celebrates. I think the New Year celebration's might over ride the birthday. I know that on the years that the Super Bowl falls on mine (Lauren's birthday is the same day as mine you now!)everyone always forgets me. Anyway, I am watching, as well as I can, the new grandbaby. I hear him peeping and gotta run!! MIss you All ....Later Gator's!
I want to call your attention to a blog that I have been reading for awhile. Ali is a man is an Iraqi gentleman, who lives in Baghdad. His insight, commentary and perspectives paint a balanced picture of what is really happening in the Iraq. Ali commentary comes from an honest place within himself. His posts are not biased or influenced by the American or World Media. He glories in the gift of free speech. He speaks of the cultures and beliefs that divide his country. He speaks about the Sunni insurgency from the perspective of a free Iraqi. He speaks of the American Military presence from the balanced perspective of a "Freed" Iraqi. He speaks of the formulation of the new government without the bias of a preferred party, belief system, or foreigners influence. He was "out" for bit and is now back in the blogosphere. We are glad you are back, and above all, safe, Ali. Please continue to teach us what your world is about... And thank you.
I stole this off my daughter's (the hairdresser) blog at My Space:
The 20 Rules of Drunk Dialing 1. Only drunk dial when you are drunk. Everything else is false advertisement. 2. It is okay to call someone 27 times in one night. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen. 3. If you are going to drunk dial a family member, say something nice. Ex. "Mom I'm in McDonald's and they're playing our song. I love you" ( 4. Dirty talk while drunk dialing is always preferred. Who doesn't want to hear your best raspy, phone sex voice at 3 in the A.M. asking to bend them over something. 5. Voicemails are always better. This way your friend can let their friends have fun at your expense for days, even weeks to come. 6. Drunk texting is alright... If you are prepared to read what you wrote the next day when you are sober. 7. It is definitely a good idea to call all of your exes and remind them that you were the best lover they've ever had and everything they know, they learned from you. This way you can sleep well at night. 8. You can also call this same ex and let him/her know, that you know, that he/she still loves you. Then explain to him/her that I would still love me too! 9. If you are a frequent dialer, never get mad if someone dials you. Be happy they thought of you in this special time. 10. It is always a good idea to sing on someone's answering machine or voicemail. Especially a show tune. 11. Drunk dialing should be fun and light hearted or dirty and sex-crazed...Never angry. 12. Most likely you will never drunk dial your best friends. They are usually the ones taking your phone away and reminding you that "you have a problem". 13. If you deleted a number sober, it was probably for a good reason. Do not try to retrieve this number. Nothing good can come from it. 14. Always call someone you know. Finding random numbers in phone books is bad and usually leads to angry dialing. 15. If your cell phone dies, remember everything happens for a reason. Never borrow a friend's phone to do your dialing. 16. Drunk dialing to foreign country is usually too costly to be a good idea. But if you really feel like if you don't call this person you'll just die, break rule 15 and use a friend's phone. 17. Drunk dialing may lead to drunk muffin stuffing.... Be prepared. 18. When dialing remember that "hanging out" at 3 A.M. usually doesn't involve cards, it's probably going to be more like cheap lube and handcuffs. So be prepared when you really do want to play X-box when your drunk..... "you want me to do what with your box? Play with it?" 19. Don't drunk dial in the pool, tub, or rainstorm. It only ends upwith you blow drying your phone when your far too drunk to be using electronics and you won't be able to drunk dial anymore that night. 20. Never, I repeat, never drunk dial your boss, preacher, grandpa, or friend's parents. If you are that hard up to call someone, there is an 800 number on Budweiser boxes. The person on the other line always sounds cute, plus I think they are used to drunks.
There are some things I don't need to know about my kids. I have been trying to upload my pictures of our trip...can't seem to hit it when it's actually working. Dang. I am anxious to show them to you all. I guess I could use Flickr or Frappr and make an album. Duh....fast thinking Clance'...
Got home safe and sound last night, tho a bit late *heehee... I will update you on the trip with some pics a bit later. I am trying to get caught up up on my blogs and buddies today.
Well here are a few pictures. Havn't quite figured out the Picasa thing...We are leaving agin and will be back on Monday...off to go find some more gold...
We are headed out tomorrow morning for a little long weekend. We are going up into the Eagle Cap Wilderness area of OR ` Sumpter OR to be exact. There is a huge flea market and goldmining festival there evry Memeorial Day Weekend. I can't wait. It's also my growing up stomping grounds. I grew up in Eastern Or and lived in the Eagle Caps Wilderness area of Joseph/ Wallowa Lake as an adult for awhile. I also live in the teensy town of Richland when I was little and my father was working on the Construction of Hells Canyon Dam. Those years of living in Richland were the happiest of my childhood. I think that is where my love of freedom and joy began. I got my first "big"bike there. The town was so tiny. I was in second grade and I could go all over town all by my self. It was the first place we ever lived that I had my own room. I could walk or ride through town and people would say "Hi Clance! The entire town would shut down for homecoming football games. All the surrounding homes and farms had to tie down any loose, because it all ended up on Main St. at some point in the night. Mail boxes...Outhouses. Sheds. Wheelbarrows. Yard Decor. You name it...you would have to go retrieve it. It was wonderful! I love this trip.
I've got to quit smoking...I planted a White Begonia, symbolizing me, in with my Scarlett Begonia's today. I have one Scarlett Begonia planted for every one of my "Dead" frends who are probably, truly the Grateful Dead.
Elegy for Ramrod Most never knew his given name. They called him Ramrod. Lawrence didn't fit him. He came down from Oregon, Prankster sidekick of Cassady,Kesey and the merry crew, a silent stoic in a vocable milieuhis heart was stolen by the Grateful Dead. A country boy, not given to complexity, his crowning gift was loyalty for which he was loved more than the common run of men by friends. This is not to say more than was so, the common fault of eulogies which shine the silver of modest virtue into the gold of rareness. Every soul owes life a death. Between each heartbeat is a moment within which the pulse is still. In the longer beat between life and death a man was here we called a friend, a father, a husband and a son. He is us and we are him, his death is ours, our lives are his. Some see Heaven as dying's recompense, some acknowledge only nothingnessin a space we know not of, in a place we know not where. But this we know, as a poet said:"To have been here but the once Never can be undone." Some will pray, some just remember. Those who pray, having prayed, will go on to pray for others. Those who remember, having remembered for awhile, will in the course of time forget, more so as the years dissolve. This is as it should be lest death overstep its bounds and impinge too much on life. Life, being what is, cannot impinge too much on death. The circumstance we most desire in grief which shakes our branches like some holy hurricane raging through this barren world of little light, is that our brother be gathered in glory. If so, rejoice! If wishful thinking, give thanks instead that he was here among us. Delivered from the testing fire of pain,a truer heart was never broken.
You will be missed Ramrod...RIP. "They say blood is thicker than water, but what we've got is thicker than blood,' " ~ Bob Weir Ditto. I planted another Scarlet Begonia for Ramrod today...Godspeed Buddy.
"I am Ramon Rodriguez Rodriguez, the famous Mexican guide," ~Ramrod
You're a risk-taker, and you follow your passions. You're determined to take on the world and succeed on your own terms. Whether in the arts, science, engineering, business, or politics, you fearlessly express your own vision of the world. You're not afraid of a fight, and you're not afraid to bet your future on your own abilities. If you find a job boring or stifling, you're already preparing your resume. You believe in doing what you love, and you're not willing to settle for an ordinary life.
I dare Beautiful Dreamer to go do this and post it. Come on and join the crowd...
Mouser brought us breakfast again. I hate skinning these things.
His belly all full, he decided to take a nap with my daughter's dog Godzilla,who happens to believe he is a sheep/cow herder). They are laying on her 6 month pregnant belly. Another little grandson - to arrive sometime in August...
Ancient Eskimo Heart-Prayer: "Uncle teaches that the Qilaut, or Eskimo Wind Drum, is a circle that has no beginning nor ending, in which we all belong. Only The Great Creator holds the handle, and every time He touches upon the rim, He hears the heart beat of mankind. The stronger the heart beat the healthier mankind is.
Read this powerful heart-prayer from the ancient Eskimo tradition:
My hope is that we will all have a strong heart beat so we can be healthy together and since it is your heart beat every time you talk to your heart she will always speak back."
Check out Kate Dechard's blog Wisdom. She is a Beautiful Spirit who write's with a profound connection to the Universe. One of the most uplifting work's I've come across in a long time. Blessed be your day too... Tally Ho!
The moon must have a Scorpio twist today. My emails are all about sex. I am hoping that zillions of people will see this so my "secks" (don't want my blog to come up on any searches from the pervs...) life... um...well you know, will perk up and show some life again. This one is from my daughter. I still prefer to think of my children as having no idea what secks* is about. However, considering I have 6 grandchildren and another little boy on the way (set to appear in August), I suppose my denial should be broken by now. ^^^^^ 1. Secks is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make love they produce amounts of the hormone estrogen, which makes hair shine and skin smooth. 2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow. 3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic dinner. 4. Secks is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers! 5. Secks is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being. 6. The more secks you have, the more you will be offered. The secksually active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These subtle secks perfumes drive the opposite secks crazy! 7 . Secks is the safest tranquilizer in the world. IT IS 10 TIMES MORE EFFECTIVE THAN VALIUM. 8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay, preventing plaque build-up. 9. Secks actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain. 10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Secks is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever. This message has been sent to you for good luck in secks. The original is in a room in the basement of the Dwight House Pub. It has been sent around the world nine times. Now secks has been sent to you. The "Hot Secks Fairy" will visit you within four days of receiving this message, provided you, in turn, send it on. If you don't, then you will never receive good secks again for the rest of your life. You will eventually become celibate, and your genitals will rot and fall off. This is no joke! Send copies to people you think need secks (who doesn't?). Don't send money, as the fate of your genitals has no price. Do not keep this message. This message must leave your e-mail in .5 hours.Please send ten copies and see what happens infour days.(ok...I am waiting!) ************************************ Then came this one from my best freind since we were 19 or 20. By the way she has started a new blog calledDream Gems. She has the wierdest dreams...I have been saving them forever. She is also very intuitive. When she says she has a "feeling" about me or has a dream about me. I pay atttention quick. She is very gifted and hilarious too.. She and Jackie Sue would be a hoot and a half together...
Snow in Jamaica... A lady goes on vacation to Jamaica. Upon arriving, she meets a black man, and after a night of passionate love making she asks him, "What is your name?" "I can't tell you" the black man says. Every night they meet and every night she asks him again what his name is and he always responds the same way, he can't tell her. On her last night there she asked again, "Can you please tell me your name?" " I can't tell you my name because you will laugh at me.", said the Black man. "There is no reason for me to laugh at you," the lady said. "Fine, my name is Snow!" the black man replied. Immediately the lady burst into laughter! The black man got mad and said, "I knew you would make fun of my name!"
The lady replied, "I'm not making fun of your name. I'm thinking of my husband who won't believe me when I tell him that I had 10 inches of Snow everyday in Jamaica!"(author unknown)
I hope you all had a Happy Mother's Day if you are a mother. I hope you remebered to tell your daughter's Happy Mother's Day. If you aren't I hope you honored your mother. If your Mother is no longer with us, I hope you honored someone elses's mother or a woman who was never able to have children. If your mother was a piece of crap, I still hope you told her at least thank you for giving you life...I hope your partener's honored you for just being a wonderful women, as we all are. Blessed Be to all of you...
I do not believe for a freaking second anything the Bush Administration says...growwwwwwwwl.
** MY cool Discovery of the Day: Check out this blog... Hypnocrites... FABULOUS Political Vision!! (** cartoon published with permission ~ courtesy of David Honig ) Then of course there is this: I love this Sheriff... "On Wednesday night, Arpaio's posse fanned out across the desert, looking for illegal immigrants being smuggled on state highways and local roadways. In the past six weeks, Arpaio's operation has jailed 146 undocumented immigrants, including 12 smugglers. Arpaio said Wednesday that he hoped his agency's efforts would be a deterrent, with illegal immigrants and smugglers realizing they're going to jail. "They have to get the message and stop coming over here," Arpaio said. "Do it legally." Now on to my other new soapbox... Our Govt. "seems" tipping off the Mexican Govt. regarding the activities of the Minute Men. Of course they deny it. The Minute Men Blog is quite an interesting read.
Rant....Rant...in the words of John Lennon... Strange Days indeed...
Everybody's talking and no one says a word Everybody's making love and no one really cares There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs. Always something happening and nothing going on There's always something happening cooking and nothing in the pot They're starving back in China so finish what you got. They're starving back in China so finish what you got.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed...strange days indeed.
Everybody's runnin' and no one makes a move Everyone's a winnerand no one seems to lose. There's a little yellow idol to the north of Katmandu. Everybody's flying and no one leaves the ground Everybody's crying and no one makes a sound. There's a place for us in movies you just gotta stay around.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed...most peculiarMama.
Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high Everybody's flying and never touch the sky There's Ufo's over New York and I ain't too surprised.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Nobody told me there'd be days like these Strange days indeed Most peculiar, Mama....
**NOTE: I am in no way a predjudiced person. I have 2 grandchildren that are half Mexican. Dale is half Mexican. (*Dale and his family prefer the term Mexican to Hispanic...They are proud of their Toltec/ Chi-wa-wa:) ancestry) His mother immigrated to the U.S. in the late '40's as a young woman. She busted her rear end to provide her children with a decent home environment. BUT...she did it LEGALLY. She will be the first one to spew in her still _very broken English:
"Send them back to Mexico...The good one's will immigrate legally. No matter how long it takes." Along with some other explicit comments in Spanish. You wanna hear someone rant about this imigration/illegal issue?
You should hear her.
By the way...do you watch Dr. Phil?
DR. PHIL WAS CONDUCTING A GROUP THERAPY SESSION WITH FOUR MOTHERS... HE TOLD THE YOUNG MOTHERS "YOU ALL HAVE OBSESSIONS". TO THE FIRST MOTHER, HE SAID, "YOU ARE OBSESSED WITH EATING... YOU'VE EVEN NAMED YOUR DAUGHTER CANDY."
HE TURNED TO THE SECOND MOM. "YOUR OBSESSION IS WITH MONEY... AGAIN, IT MANIFESTS ITSELF IN YOUR CHILD'S NAME, PENNY."
HE TURNS TO THE THIRD MOM. "YOUR OBSESSION IS ALCOHOL, THIS, TOO, MANIFESTS ITSELF IN YOUR CHILD'S NAME, BRANDY."
AT THIS POINT, THE FOURTH MOTHER GETS UP TAKES HER LITTLE BOY BY THE HAND AND WHISPERS, "COME ON DICK, WE'RE LEAVING.
This is a picture of The Elk Creek Meanders in Idaho's Stanley Basin. One of the most beautiful places you could ever see. It is about 3 hours from me. The town of Stanley is routinely the coldest place in the U.S. in the winter. There are a ton of natural hot springs all over.
Can you guess who said this?
"To live is to choose. But to choose well, you must know who you are and what you stand for, where you want to go and why you want to get there."
I'll give you another clue tomorrow. Can you guess why I am asking? Give it a shot...
My letter from the Universe today: "You know how the wind, no matter how blustery, remains as silent as it is invisible, until it meets with leaves, and kites, and flags, and such? Well, Clance', it’s exactly the same with the manifesting forces that make dreams come true, until they meet with expectation. And right this second, they're whirling all around you, my little chiquita. Happy Monday - The Universe
**NEWS FLASH * WEATHER ADVISORY ~ This week's forecast will be marked with buoyant optimism scattered throughout the land (especially over Boise) with intermittent bursts of hope, faith and euphoria that are expected to create numerous high pressure cells ideal for dreams coming true. So get on out there, Clance', and soak up those manifesting rays; it's going to be gorgeous. Thoughts become things... choose the good ones!"
JEESH!! I LOVE Mike Dooley. You can get aDaily Note from the Universe too. His Adventurer's Club is too much fun. He also has a lot of really neat free e-cards. There is never any spam, and the Adventurer's Club and Forum is a ton of fun and very inspiring. It is one of my favorite sites on the Web.
Gotta go. I have ton of things to do today. I am determined to finish the last of the painting I started awhile back. We got our new furniture and I can arrange it until the painting's done. I should probably douche out my house while I am at it too. I get way too distracted by shiny objects way too easily I guess. I am having Denise do a new template for the Church for me. The way I am motivating myself to finish is , as soon as I have all my other projects done...I get to play with what I want to do at the Church. I am so like a little kid. I just want to play all day right now. It was a long ,rough winter. I am still recovering from Hell.**
**Update on Dale: Dale's hell still continue's in a lot of ways. He is still in a lot of pain all the time. His energy lever is nil. He is sleeping most of the time right now, catching up and healing from the ordeal. The Ribaviron stays in his system for 6 months. BUT at least the psych effects from the Interferon and Ribaviron combo are getting better every day. I am seeing some of the "guy I fell in love with" a little more every day. He is not near as cranky, and we even went 7 whole days without a disagreement of any kind (other than our political oppositional stands about George dummer-n-IQ60-ya. ** ). Life is beginning to get back to normal in tiny bits every day.
I found (**borrowed) some beautiful pictures today of Twin Falls Idaho, where I was born. I will be adding a link to Idaho Blogs of note to my blog here soon. There are some really good ones out there. I found these pictures on an Idaho Blog called Sister Chicks Rule. It is a team blog that I wasn't able to comment on. BUT just in case they find the link to the picture with the linkback, E-MAIL ME PLEASE!!!! Go to my profile and I will email you right back. I think we are in the same neighborhood, sort of. I recognized your house. I would love to meet with the "Idaho Bloggers" in the area for coffee once a month or so. That would be so cool. Let me know if any of the rest of you "here in I-Duh-ho" Blogger's would enjoy that.... If you're one of those "asshole / self - righteous / of course we control the vote" I-duh-ho-an's that just wants to push your agenda, don't bother to contact me. I already know enough of your type and I do not want to be your friend.
My dear freind Antonette has a cool thing going on at her blog, called Monday Photo Shoot. Here are the directions, stolen word for word from her blog, Jottings from Jersey, by me.
Your Monday Photo Shoot: Snap some shots of the birds around you. Whether they're out your window or in your house as pets, let's see some pictures of your fine feathered friends. You can take new shots or use old ones -- but try not to use shot you've already used before. Also remember that although it's called the Monday Photo Shoot, you can put up pictures on Tuesday, Wednesday or even Thursday morning and still have them part of the roundup on Thursday afternoon. If you aren't already aware, Antonette has one of the best NASCAR blogs aroun... Unrestricted: My NASCAR Rants and Raves. Antonette has also built a beautiful Memorial Website to Dale Earnhardt Sr, She is an Earnhardt Fan Always 3 Lady of the Blogoshere. Check out all her sites. Each is unique and wonderful. Her personal blog Jottings from Jersey, has always got a meme or two on it. She is just a lot of fun. Here is a Red Hawk that was flying above my house night before last. I am elusively chasing my wild canary's again this year...They are shredding the screen on my office window to make a nest in the tree just off my window sill. I will get some pictures. I am determined. They are a bit of a challenge. They just don't sit still and they are fast.
PJ tagged me with the 6 weird things about me meme. I laughed when she did, as I thought this would be an easy meme because, there are a lot more than 6 weird things about me. I think weird is a compliment. The definition of weird is: weird (wîrd) pronunciation adj., weird·er, weird·est. 1. Of, relating to, or suggestive of the preternatural or supernatural. 2. Of a strikingly odd or unusual character; strange. 3. Archaic. Of or relating to fate or the Fates. n. 1. 1. Fate; destiny. 2. One's assigned lot or fortune, especially when evil. 2. often Weird Greek & Roman Mythology. One of the Fates. tr. & intr.v., weird·ed, weird·ing, weirds. Slang. To experience or cause to experience an odd, unusual, and sometimes uneasy sensation. Often used with out. [Middle English werde, fate, having power to control fate, from Old English wyrd, fate.] weird'ly adv. weird'ness n. SYNONYMS weird, eerie, uncanny, unearthly. These adjectives refer to what is of a mysteriously strange, usually frightening nature. Weird may suggest the operation of supernatural influences, or merely the odd or unusual: “The person of the house gave a weird little laugh” (Charles Dickens). “There is a weird power in a spoken word” (Joseph Conrad). Something eerie inspires fear or uneasiness and implies a sinister influence: “At nightfall on the marshes, the thing was eerie and fantastic to behold” (Robert Louis Stevenson). Uncanny refers to what is unnatural and peculiarly unsettling: “The queer stumps … had uncanny shapes, as of monstrous creatures” (John Galsworthy). Something unearthly seems so strange and unnatural as to come from or belong to another world: “He could hear the unearthly scream of some curlew piercing the din” (Henry Kingsley). Thesaurus - adjective 1. 1. Of a mysteriously strange and usually frightening nature: eerie, uncanny, unearthly. Informal spooky. See fear/courage, usual/unusual. 2. Deviating from the customary: bizarre, cranky, curious, eccentric, erratic, freakish, idiosyncratic, odd, outlandish, peculiar, quaint, queer, quirky, singular, strange, unnatural, unusual. Slang kooky, screwball. British Slang rum, rummy2. See usual/unusual. 3. Causing puzzlement; perplexing: curious, funny, odd, peculiar, queer, strange. See usual/unusual. I also consider the word strange to sometimes be a compliment. strange (strānj) pronunciation adj., strang·er, strang·est. 1. Not previously known; unfamiliar. 2. 1. Out of the ordinary; unusual or striking. 2. Differing from the normal. 3. Not of one's own or a particular locality, environment, or kind; exotic. 4. 1. Reserved in manner; distant. 2. Not comfortable or at ease; constrained. 5. Not accustomed or conditioned: She was strange to her new duties. 6. Archaic. Of, relating to, or characteristic of another place or part of the world; foreign. adv. In a strange manner. [Middle English, from Old French estrange, extraordinary, foreign, from Latin extrāneus, adventitious, foreign, from extrā, outside, from feminine ablative of exter, outward.] strange'ly adv. SYNONYMS strange, peculiar, odd, queer, quaint, outlandish, singular, eccentric, curious. These adjectives describe what deviates from the usual or customary. Strange refers especially to what is unfamiliar, unknown, or inexplicable: All summer I traveled through strange lands. Peculiar particularly describes what is distinct from all others: Cloves have a peculiar aromatic odor. Something that is odd or queer fails to accord with what is ordinary, usual, or expected; both terms can suggest strangeness or peculiarity: I find it odd that his name is never mentioned. “Now, my suspicion is that the universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose” (J.B.S. Haldane). Quaint refers to pleasing or old-fashioned peculiarity: “the quaint streets of New Orleans, that most foreign of American cities” (Winston Churchill). Outlandish suggests alien or bizarre strangeness: The partygoers wore outlandish costumes. Singular describes what is unique or unparalleled; the term often suggests a quality that arouses curiosity or wonder: Such poise is singular in one so young. Eccentric refers particularly to what is strange and departs strikingly from the conventional: His musical compositions were innovative but eccentric. Curious suggests strangeness that excites interest: Americans living abroad often acquire a curious hybrid accent. See also synonyms at foreign. Thesaurus - adjective 1. Deviating from the customary: bizarre, cranky, curious, eccentric, erratic, freakish, idiosyncratic, odd, outlandish, peculiar, quaint, queer, quirky, singular, unnatural, unusual, weird. Slang kooky, screwball. British Slang rum, rummy2. See usual/unusual. 2. Causing puzzlement; perplexing: curious, funny, odd, peculiar, queer, weird. See usual/unusual. 3. Of, from, or characteristic of another place or part of the world: alien, exotic, foreign. Archaic outlandish. See native/foreign. The adjective strange has 4 meanings: Meaning #1: being definitely out of the ordinary and unexpected; slightly odd or even a bit weird Synonym: unusual Antonym: familiar (meaning #2) Meaning #2: not known before Synonym: unknown Meaning #3: being or from or characteristic of another place or part of the world Synonyms: alien, exotic Meaning #4: not at ease or comfortable Ok. I fit a great deal of those definitions and descriptions. 1. I read all magazines backwards first, and then from front to back. 2. I love a good dill pickle and peanut butter sandwich. 3. I cannot swim at all. Terrified of it. 4. I LOVE to jet ski, canoe and kayak. 5. I love teeter-totters. 6. I think Patchouli is the very best smell in the world. Dale came up with a few others but I told him: “There are just some things they don’t need to know.” He replied: “ You don’t want them to know your Dale Jr. collection is bigger than your Tony collection, do you?” I bristle. “ Shhhh. Only because there are more cool Jr. cars available.” I lift one eyebrow and look him straight in the eye… “And we are not even going to bring up the Gordon cars, now are we?”
I am back finally! I felt like I was gone forever! Jeesh...I missed my blogs. I have a new "Clance can be dumber than a rock" story. (*keep in mind I talk to rocks. I don't think they are dumb at all. They make me money. I am going to be nice to them forever. I think I need to be dumber than something else. A post. Yeah... now what kind of a post?) Oh wait...can't be a post either, because then posting to a blog would be dumb. Ok, well sometimes maybe... Dumber than a ?? Help me come up with the perfect word. Dumb, does not mean I am dumb. I am not. I have a very high IQ. I am also very Aquarian. The astrological flower of Aquarius is the daffodil, which is also where the word "daffy" comes from. The definition of daffy is silly in an amusing or harmless way. Sometimes annoying to people to tend to be a bit anal. *giggle* My daughter Alaina is a hairdresser. A very anal hairdresser too. That makes for perfect cuts. She has been wanting to cut my hair for a while. It was getting really long and I couldn't do much with it because it is fine and I am pretty low maintenance. The last year, my hair has been even more of an issue. I would fix it, hot flash and then have to fix it again, along with my makeup. I would hot flash, sweat and it would all be gone. I let her cut it. It's a great cut for me, kind of funky and I can do several things with it and still pull it up when I am 300 degrees inside of myself and rising...we also have jet ski's and I need to be able to pull it up then. I bought on of the flat irons to do it with. She assured me it was easy and I would like it. I tried and tried to get my hair to do the little splayed out thing. Tried and tried and tried. I got frustrated because it wasn't doin anything like it should have. I call Alaina and told her she was going to have to show me how. She came over today to show me. She said show me what you are doing. I showed her how I was using it. She said "Well, your doing it right Mom, perfect in fact." "You just have to turn it on first." That did help, by the way.
PORTLAND, Ore. - An Oregon man who went to a hospital complaining of a headache was found to have 12 nails embedded in his skull from a suicide attempt with a nail gun, doctors say. Surgeons removed the nails with needle-nosed pliers and a drill, and the man survived with no serious lasting effects, according to a report on the medical oddity in the current issue of the Journal of Neurosurgery. The unidentified 33-year-old man was suicidal and high on methamphetamine last year when he fired the nails - up to 2 inches in length - into his head one by one. The nails were not visible when doctors first examined the man in the emergency room of an unidentified Oregon hospital a day later. Doctors were surprised when X-rays revealed six nails clustered between his right eye and ear, two below his right ear and four on the left side of his head. The study did not say how long the nails were, and a hospital spokeswoman refused to release that information. A photo published in the study suggests the nails range from 1 1/2 to 2 inches long. No one before is known to have survived after intentionally firing so many foreign objects into the head, according to the report, written by Dr. G. Alexander West, the neurosurgeon who oversaw the treatment of the patient. The man at first told doctors he had had a nail gun accident, but later admitted it was a suicide attempt. The nails came close to major blood vessels and the brain stem but did not pierce them. The patient was in remarkably good condition when he was transferred to Oregon Health & Science University in Portland, where the nails were removed. The patient was later transferred to psychiatric care and stayed under court order for nearly a month before leaving against doctors' orders.
Here are some audio clips of Dorothy Parker reading her own works at age 71. Her personal and public life was one of high society, controversy, addiction, joy, pain and tragedy. Dorothy Parker Society I wonder if she ever knew how great she was, or how many people adored her during her life. I know she knows now...so many people still adore her. She has inspired me onward during many a tough time in my life. One of my other favorite quotes of Dottie's is: I should never have put all of my eggs into one bastard.
I took this picture this evening a little after midnight. It has been raining here forever so I have not been able to take any night pictures. I wanted to share this one. It came out pretty cool. Taking pictures at night is one of the "nurturing" things I do for my Self. I have a lot of pictures to upload from the last month or so. It seems every time I try, I am not able for one reason or another. Blogger issues I imagine. I know there have been a lot of problems, but I have been here a very long time, and tho it takes awhile when they do have a problem, they always fix it. I am so glad Bab's blogs are back and no harm except frustration have happened.
I love yard work and gardening and Spring. I have created my own little santuary in the backyard. Peaceful, private...my little haven. I love elves and fairies. I have found the sweetest most beautiful and realisistic little guys for my garden. Elves that really speak to both my and Dale's hearts and personalities. There are quite a few of them. I think I will treat myself to them one at a time...No, on second thought, I need them all at once. Take a look at them and some of the other fine and unique objects of delight here. Make sure you check out the cute littleweanie babies while your there too.
WARNING!! Donotread thisif youdonotwant to be hypnotized? Today is the last day of Dale's treatment! Yee haw!! Yahoo!! Yippity Skippity! Zippity DOO DAH! Skippity AYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
**sing along with me now....** Wonderful Feeling! Wonderful DaAAAYYY!!!! Nowthat songwill be stuck in your head all daynow. That's right...very good...and you will have a happy day today, won't you? yes...yes..you are. Aren't you now? Now... that you are all happy go here and vote for Tony Stewart. Have a fabulous day!!
Dear All: Still alive. 2 more days left til end of treatment. Yay! Go here, It's where I am when I am not sorting through my ruins or in the Emergency room with Dale.(yes he is fine) More later....' ME.
Regarding your comments to my previous post: Of course, I took pictures. The one thing about having an obsession with cloud formations is I miss something cool when I don't have my camera. Therefore I have my camera with me at all times. It is like my wallet. Of course I had a little chat with the Manager and then I called the OWNER. I called the owner not only in regard to the disaster I walked into, but also had a little chat regarding the attitude of of his young manager. I will be meeting with the owner tomorrow. He can negotiate something with me here, as long as it is on my terms. If not, we are going to court. Here is a pretty good George Dumr-n-ya article. I love Eugene Robinson...
So I went to my storage unit this morning....and well... let's just say I am not happy camper and the manager of the place that I have paid $145.00 a fucking month to store my stuff safely for nearly 2 years knows it. It has only been a little over a month since I was there last. I opened my door .... the smell hit me...and there was mold all over the walls. All over my stuff. AND there were also MICE droppings ALL OVER. Needless to say I got a moving truck my stuff all out of there and in my back yard and I will be sorting through it non stop til I am done, working off my RAGE. I probably won't post here again until Monday, unless I need to do some more venting. I will be posting at The Church tho as it is Bristol weekend and I need to do my scope's and another movee of the week about my NASCAR Men of Daring vs. The Aliens. If you haven't seen all of the saga, you can do a search of the blog posts on Aliens and it will catch you up to where we are.
Well...I was going to try to post some pictures of my before and after and the progress I have made, but I guess the picture uploading issue isn't resolved. So again, another day. I got some really cool cloud pictures I wanted to show too. Maybe I will upload them somewhere else and post the link later on today, if I get the time.
I heard this song a few weeks ago on the radio. You know how you hear a song and it hits you and you love it? How it sings to your soul? I have only heard it a few times ever. I guess this group is really popular and the song has been out for awhile. Somehow I had never heard it. It reminds me of me, it reminds me of you, and it reminds me of all of us at some point in our lives. I burst into tears the first time I heard it. It's a beautiful song. I finally found all the lyrics.
Tryin' on a brand new dress But you haven't worn the old one yet You've come too far To turn around now
You've given up the good fight You're as strong as anyone You're back where you started from I see you're back where you started from
Starin' down the stars Jealous of the moon You wish you could fly Just being where you are There's nothin' you can do If you're too scared to try
Drag your pretty head around Swearin' you're gonna drown With a beautiful sigh And a river of lies Starin' down the stars Jealous of the moon You wish you could fly Just stayin' where you are There's nothin' you can do If you're too scared to try
Why don't you call me, I could save you Together we'll find a God we can pray to That'll take you by the hand
I hate to see a friend of mine Laughing out loud When she's crying inside But you've got your pride Starin' down the stars Jealous of the moon You wish you could fly But you're stayin' where you are There's nothin' you can do If you're too scared to try
You're starin' down the stars Stayin' where you are You're jealous of the moon But there's nothing you can do If you're too scared to try
I like this song a lot too:
Fill your heart with light Allow it to find you Surrender your fears, your pain and your tears. Fill your soul with light Allow it to guide you To your true self Don't be afraid to let go. ~ Francine Aubrey
As I cruise the Blogosphere, I am noticing a lot of people with Health Insurance issues. Not enough money to pay for meds that are needed to live their daily lives.People are going without. How many people actually die because they couldn't but their meds, I wonder. I don't think that would be listed on the death certificate as the cause of death, do you? It makes me sick that a country like the United States of America even has a tiny issue with this, let alone a HUGE one. I hate George Bush. I can't wait til he is out of the Presidency. Did I ever tell any of you that? AND no, DUBYA, the media did not create my opinion for me or influence me. I said when you were cheated into your position, that our country was going to Hell, cuz maybe YOUare the Anti- Christ. You have done nothing yet to prove my theory wrong. You continue to validate my thoughts. The IRS wants to sell our personal information. To protect us. OH GOODY!! NEATO!! Thanks Big Brother!!I don't know how I would manage my life without all those other people having my information. I am in the wrong freaking buisness I guess. Our personal tax information is already processed by people outside of the country. Our Federal Govenment is so helpful, and thoughtful to provide jobs to others by outsourceing more jobs. We have way too many jobs here in the US now, anyway. Nobody in the US needs that money to live on. GRRRRRRR.
Oops...got sidetracked from Goodness and Light... Here is a resource that is awesome. I hope this info helps someone. They have programs that fit for everybody. Free Medicine Foundation brings together America's pharmaceutical companies, doctors, patient advocacy organizations and civic groups to help low to mid-income, uninsured patients get free or nearly free prescription medicines. Its mission is to increase awareness of and enrollment in existing patient assistance programs for those who may be eligible. Through their website, Free Medicine Foundation offers a single point of access to more than 500 public and private patient assistance programs, including more than 150 programs offered by pharmaceutical companies. To learn more visit www.FreeMedicine.com or call 1-573-996-3333 to request a free application. Thank Canada a little for this, by the way.
I am off to my storage shed to sort though stuff, and bring a load home. I hate going to my storage. I have have things in there for 2 years in May. It's time to sort through it and move on... More about that another day. I am debating on having a yard sale. Sometimes is is worth it and sometimes not.
Inspired by Earth, Water, Fire, and Air, by Cait Johnson (SkyLight Paths, 2003). Spring is here, and the winds of change are blowing; the sky fills with birds and returning life is everywhere. In this season of airy expansiveness and hope, we can send out our wishes for peace, healing, and harmony on the winds with a simple prayer flag, inspired by a traditional Tibetan Buddhist practice. Here’s how to make a prayer flag.
This can be as simple or as elaborate as you like or as time allows, but all you really need is a small piece of smooth fabric, any size you like (although traditionally, these are not larger than about a twelve-inch square). You could use a piece torn from a discarded sheet, or an old handkerchief. First, give some time and thought to the prayer you want to send out into the world. Now, using paint or an indelible pen or marker, write or draw your prayer on the fabric. If you have the time and the desire, you could add appliqués, hand-embroidery, or painting, but these are strictly optional. Attach your flag to a length of string by folding down an inch of fabric from the top and doing a simple running stitch, then threading a piece of string through this channel. You could also use safety pins, or sew a length of ribbon at both top corners that are used to tie the flag to the string. On a breezy day, bring your prayer flag and string outdoors and take a moment to ground and center yourself. Close your eyes and imagine the winds taking your prayer out to the world. Now choose a place to leave your flag where the wind will be able to move it. Branches of trees are ideal, but you could also place a stake in the ground and tie one end of your string to the top of it, with the other end of the string tied to a stone or smaller stake placed in or on the earth. Some people string their prayer flags across the top of a porch, or from tree to tree. You can add several prayer flags to your line. Whenever you see your flag dancing, allow your heart to go out on the winds with your prayer. **************** Wendy sent me a card from this site once and it has the neatestest stuff on it. Thanks Wendy!! Peace and New Beginnings to all of you today.
I have someone who has been to my blogs many time according to the ip address. They read the Church blog today and came from a blog here. I always go check out other blogs and what is there is lot of very deep poetry and a last post type poem. I contacted the IP provider with th IP address which is all I can do. I am just sick tho. I hope it was just a poem. If not then thank the Universe for cookies. The IP Provider Supervisor that I spoke with was runniung a trace on the IP address and contacting the local police immediately. The post was written 22 minutes after the last visit to my blog. It says in the profile that she is in the 8th grade (mispelled weirdly, like on purpose) but the poetry on this blog and the other two blogs that are linked to it and go back awhile are way too deep for a child. I believe any way....She has been writing for awhile. Very intelligent, well done, deep posts... Say a prayer for her....That is all we can do. I just hope it is a venting poem or a cry for help.... Like I said...this person reads both my blogs all the time. I was going to go take a nap and I decided to check my stats real quick. That was 7 minutes after the blog post. I was having a really good day. I am sending out a prayer call to the Tower Troops...
I have decided to follow Tazfans lead and post pictures of my redecorating. Whenever I am in a rut I paint. Sometimes I start a painting project and think, why the HELL did I do that? I am in the midst of one of those. I repainted the kitchen awhile back as you may remember, because my template was changing daily too. I am happy with the color of the kitchen. (Same green as my blog.) The doc upped Dale's Adovan until he is off treatment, so once again we are both human. **He is sedated....I am breathing without being afraid of starting something** Jeesh, I will be so glad when this is over. I know you are probably sick of hearing about it but I gotta vent somewhere... Onward....no more whining today. SOOOOOOOO...I got up early today and took everything of the walls in the entryway. Ran to the paint store and picked out a color call Navaho White. Brought it home. Opened the can. Looked at it **see the confusion on my face yet??**and it is a yellow color. Thought... SHIT. It is snowing and I didn't want to go anywhere else today and this is messing up my plan. So, my mind being the way it is, I thought, screw that, I am not going anywhere. I will just change the paint myself. So I went out to my studio, grabbed some paint and started mixing so I could have the color I wanted. Needless to say, 3 hours later, the color is really ugly, and I am going to go back to the paint store and spend another 30 bucks to buy another gallon of the color I wanted in the first place. I can't return the first one because I messed with it, soooooo my impulse will cost me twice as much, my plan is shot, and I have to make a new one. It is still snowing and now the traffic is crazy between here and the freaking paint store. I think I will just take the back road and go to Home Depot instead.
The positive here? I now have a can of paint in a very customized color that I have no idea what I will do with.
This is what Dale gets for choosing an Aquarian woman to be his mate.
Well, Feb. has passed... Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. My site stats show me that there are a lot of you that die- hardedly check to see if I have written. Thanks. NASCAR season has started, spring is here...and only a few more weeks of Hep C treatment HELL left. Dale's viral count is still zero and as of yesterday, his doc's say his last week of treatment will be the week of 3/24/06. The trip to Fontana was way too much for him and Satan has returned in Full Force Plus and is showing no signs of leaving. I am turning into Satan's bride Satania as a result. UGH. UGLY. Not me. I have just freaking had it. His Doc told me yesterday privately to try to keep standing my ground, and be strong... "It's the med's, honey" she said. "Remember it's not him it's the meds." I am trying. I have never been in a truly abusive relationship. I have dated men who showed signs of being abusive, but they didn't get to stay around to long. I did not grow up in an abusive household. Our family had it's issues...yes. All families do. We would fight our issues out, once and for all. Loud? Yes. Ongoing? No. Fight it out. Get it over with. Get on with it. Vulnerable issues were NEVER allowed to be weapons. We were taught to be repectful of deep feelings and tender hearts. We did not call each other names and "Shut up" was against the freaking law to say. We could yell and get as mad as we wanted. We had to fight fair. My Dad taught us how to deal with issues immediately (my mom was a stuffer... put your blinder's on and pretend it's not there, so peace reigns in the house kinda gal). My dad taught us to compremise or agree to disagree. If you agreed to disagree, that was the end of it. My dad taught us that resentment and anger would eat you up like poison. He taught us to interact and work things out because we were a family, and families loved each other. Love of each other was always to be the first and most important goal. He was a freaking Saint. A drunken saint....but a Saint. Saint Sidney. I wish he was hear now... But he's not...he is with my Mom again. I can here her say: Just forget about it and stop yelling. I can hear him say: Work it out. Talk it out. Yell it out. Just be respectful or agree to disagree. You love each other and that is what matters... Just get it over with before you go to bed. Stay up all night if you have to. Don't ever go to bed upset. We have been fighting since Tuesday. Normally I ignore him unless he becomes personally insulting, emotionally abusive or is riding my ass about anything and everything. Therefore I have been on point and defensive, shields and boundaries drawn and defended. I feel like I am at war. Protecting myself. I crossed my own personal line and have went into my own screaming rages this week. Not ok. The Dance of Anger took a bad turn. I feel like crap. He feels like crap. I am emotionally and physically drained. I am way behind on everything, but...that is the way it is for now. If I keep my dishes done and my house picked up, right now that is good enough for me. So much for my ranting...on to the day. This too shall pass...
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Tee hee hee...I am getting back to my usual sunshinee Self now that the sun actually has been shining for more than a day and NASCAR seasonis once again upon us. Plus I have to say I am getting a pretty good kick today about the news that VP Cheney Head accidently shot his hunting buddy instead of the quail that should have been flying upwards. But alas, it was a Texas quail on a Republican farm. What can I say. Maybe the sport is different for Heads of State and their monkeys.. I can come up with all sorts of stuff to post on that one. **ROFLAO**...and I am off to do just that. But first, a word from the sponsor: I have had so many comments and e-mails about my new template and the meanings of the words in the "Other things" in my sidebars. I answer you all now... It must remain a mystery for you to research...it may be an ancient magical ritual...or a story from a lost language. The answer is not difficult to find. Let it drive you crazy....burn your brain until you know the answer. It is good for our brains to be stretched. Let me know what you find out.
The previous post was supposed to be posted at The Church. Dumb ol' me. I bow in humility.
This was supposed to be here: You can't control other people. Not even a little; not a smidge. Every man and woman is their own sailing vessel powered by their own thoughts, emotions and imagination. You can't improve their smile, nor even add to their woes, unless, at some level, they let you. So, does that pretty much clear up the affect others can have on you? You rule - Just don't let them know you're ticklish...
This is one of the reasons that I enjoy Tony Stewart so. He looks for fun in his life and he is not afraid to be weird. I look forward to the hurse being finished. The Grateful Dead had a hearse in my old life. What a long strange trip it's been. Being a Deadhead and a NASCAR Fan really isn't that much different actually. They are each a Culture of their own, with many diverse people sharing the love of something in common...having fun, unique experiences with people all over the lad. Travelling far to see you favorites. Your hero's. Jerry Garcia would have loved Tony's spirit of adventure. His dedication to his personal growth and spirit and loyalty to his group of family and freinds would have got him a pat on the back and a Right On!! as only Jerry could do. When he said it he meant it. Then they could have had a long converstion about Fractals and Chaos Theory and how it could be applied to Tony's life and performance. What a conversation the would be. Just imagine Tony crediting Quantum Physics for his improvement. That would be so awsome. **laughing as I write.** It would be too cool. Bad cool. Wicked cool! Boogity! Boogity! Boogity!!
I hate February. The memories of the last couple of weeks of my Mom's life flood in...I wish it were just good memories, but it's mostly horror. I cannot believe it has been nearly seven years. It is like yesterday. The same sickening feelings hit me every year, right after my birthday. I hate it. Of course, I remember the good times and the fact that my mother loved me very much. It's just that my body- brain memory automatically kicks into processing mode...Unconscious feelings that I buried at the time out of coping necessity, come rolling over me like huge ocean waves, that swirl over me, get caught in little inlets and swirl around for awhile before they go back out to sea. Then the next wave hits...on and on...every year there are new memories to process. I worked in Crisis ( DV, Child Protection, Hospice) work for so long, that being able to turn off my emotions in times of urgency was an emotional tool. I am the Queen Mistress of Detachment. I am glad I had that tool at the time. It allowed me to cope with the issues at hand, automatically. I was in auto pilot. I pay the price for that auto pilot mode every Feb. with a severe bout of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I was the strong one in the family. I was the counselor. I knew about the importance of the family processing feelings. I knew the death process. I knew what happened both physically, spiritually and emotionally to the patient and the families. I was working as a Hospice Counselor at the time that my Mom was diagnosed with brain cancer ( Dec. 23,1998). I went on leave when she was diagnosed, because I knew it wouldn't be healthy for me, dealing with death every day. I needed to be there for my Mom and my family. I knew what brain cancer brings. I had seen it many times. We were determined as a family that my mother would not go to a nursing home to die. She didn't. She died at home on Feb.17, 1999. I am writing a lot in my "secret journal" at Oprah.com right now. I can process and whine and cry and go into the horror in detail there if I need. I can scream and holler and write letters of anger to God/Goddess/All there is there with out feeling like I am pushing my stuff on anyone else. I also blab and on,in run on sentences. Jump from ship to ship. I'll spare everyone else that. It gets a little better every year, as far as the day to day dealing with the loss and my grieving. I had five deaths in my immediate family in a 2 year period. In Oct.2000, when the last death, the death of my Dad (he was my step dad but my DAD) happened, there was a part of me that went away and never came back. Like standing in front of a big thick picture window and shattering it with a sledge hammer. That is how I felt and feel a lot still... The window can't be fixed. It can be replaced with a new piece of glass and a different view, but never fixed. I still find shards and slivers of glass sometimes...always lots of pieces in February. Death sucks...grieving sucks...moving on sucks because you can't move on without processing the past. The whole thing SUCKS.
Bear with my posts if they get a little icky and I don't spell check or I disappear for a day or two, in the next few weeks. I am working on my own own stuff and dive into my hermit crab shell to do it. It's an Aquarian thing...I am ok, I will always be ok. I am a tough little cookie...
The only good thing I ever look forward to in February, is NASCAR starts again. Thank Goodness for NASCAR. **LOL**
Thank all of you for the lovely comments and cards. It means a lot to me. We have such a great little circle. I wouldn't give it up for the world! Bright Blessings to all of you!!...and now I shall sleep.
Yay!! I found a template I can live with for awhile. The exact color green is the same color I just did my kitchen in. Green and white. Clean, calm, yet energizing. I need to clean it up a little and move a few things around, but this will work for now. I am putting together a couple of ideas for my perfect custom template for Denise to do for me eventually. This works for now. New beginnings for my new year. I always make a list of new things I want to do for the year. I have to do the same amount of things I have never done as I am old...so 48 new things this year. Every year more and more. I have 24 hours left to do the list.
I got a surprise phone call from one of my favorite old classmates this morning. I have know him since we were in the 4th grade. He had been trying to track me down for six months. It made me feel good. He caught me up on my small hometown in Eastern Oregon gossip, and let me know about my high school class reunion planned for July. I really look forward to that. I can't believe it has been 30 years. I went to our 10 year reunion. We didn't have a 20 because we all forgot. Is that funny or what? There will be some changes in all of our looks this time. **lol** Jeeeesh!! I am kind of nervous about it...certain parts of me have certainly transformed.
I haven't felt like blogging much. I am changing my house around as much as my blog. And no...I am not done with it. This blue is not soothing to me...it's agitating. I am a purple girl...I like the water picture but that's it. So yes... it will be going bye-bye.. I need to talk to Denise I guess and see if she can do what I want. I found these posts about cats in a NASCAR forum. Stole them to share with you. 1. After dark, all cats are jaguars... 2. Never *ever* try to baptize a cat. 3. Cats are smarter than dogs. You cannot get a cat to pull a sled. 4. A cat knows your every thought. It doesn't care. But it knows . 5. If I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I will put shoes on my cat ... 6. Most people with cats, know they are being controlled.That's the horror of it ... 7. Never try to out stubborn a cat . 8. Thousands of years ago ,humans worshiped the cat . They have not forgotten this . . 9. Whenever I bathe my cat, it takes an hour to get the fur off of my tongue. 10. I prefer to live with Feline Sapiens, thank you very much. 11. Picture of a fat tabby on a couch , looking at his owner, "My species domesticated your species... "
Cat Wake-up Method 6:00 am. Cat is snoring at end of bed. 6:15 am. I make a bathroom trip. Cat is still snoring. 6:45 am. I fall back to sleep. Cat is waking up. 6:48 am. Cat is on my pillow, staring at me. 6:49 am. Cat stare has drilled a hole in my head. I wake up, but feign unconsciousness. 6:50 am. Cat is onto me. He knows a faker. Cat meows VERY softly. I ignore cat. 6:51 am. Cat meows more loudly. I ignore cat. 6:52 am. Cat places nose in my ear and meows loudly. Eardrum ruptures. I tell cat to go wake up husband. 6:53 am. Cat approaches unsuspecting husband. Cat stares at husband intently. Husband has no cat radar, therefore continues to sleep. 6:54 am. Cat sits on husband's chest. Husband continues sleeping. 6:55 am. Cat leans forward and meows softly. Husband sleeps on. 6:56 am. Cat meows more loudly. He is ignored. 6:57 am. Cat stands on husbands face. Husband, fearing suffocation, wakes up. 6:58 am. Husband stupidly asks, "What do you want, cat?" Cat proceeds to yank mini blinds off wall and point outside. 7:00 am. Husband lets cat out *** Our old cat wakes us up all night long lately. He keeps walking on our heads and biting at our hair. Cute the first time, not so cute at 2 AM, the 10th time. We shut the door last night and he was not a happy camper for awhile. Meowed and howled for a few minutes. Tried to open the door with his paw. Stuck his whole leg under the door and did the sound he used when he is looking for us (you know the little chortle sound a mother cat uses when she calls her kittens?) and finally gave up until 5 AM. I felt bad but JEESH, we both have enough sleep issues as it is with out Mouser.
I want to know who makes up this stuff...and even more...do they get paid for it? From Bizarre News.com: January is: National Careers in Cosmetology Month, National Eye Health Care Month, National Fiber Focus Month, National Hobby Month, National Soup Month, Hot Tea Month, Oatmeal Month, Prune Breakfast Month
January 1 is . . . . .First Foot Day and Z Day January 2 is . . . . .Run Up the Flagpole and See if Anybody Salutes It Day January 3 is . . . . .Festival of Sleep Day January 4 is . . . . .Trivia Day and Humiliation Day January 5 is . . . . .Bird Day January 6 is . . . . .Bean Day January 7 is . . . . .Old Rock Day January 8 is . . . . .National JoyGerm Day and Man Watcher's Day January 9 is . . . . . Play God Day January 10 is . . . . Peculiar People Day January 11 is . . . . National Step in a Puddle and Splash Your Friend Day January 12 is . . . . Feast of Fabulous Wild Men Day January 13 is . . . . Make Your Dream Come True Day and Blame Someone Else Day
January 14 is . . . . National Dress Up Your Pet Day Poor dog... Weimeriener's are such a dignified and cool breed too.
January 15 is . . . . Hat Day January 16 is . . . . Hot and Spicy Food International Day and National Nothing Day January 17 is . . . . Blessing of the Animals at the Cathedral Day January 18 is . . . . Winnie the Pooh Day January 19 is . . . . National Popcorn Day January 20 is . . . . National Buttercrunch Day January 21 is . . . . National Hugging Day January 22 is . . . . National Answer Your Cat's Question Day and National Blonde Brownie Day January 23 is . . . . National Handwriting Day, National Pie Day, and Measure Your Feet Day January 24 is . . . . Eskimo Pie Patent Day January 25 is . . . . Opposite Day January 26 is . . . . Australia Day January 27 is . . . . Punch the Clock Day and Thomas Crapper Day January 28 is . . . . National Kazoo Day, Clash Day, Rattle Snake Round-Up Day January 29 is . . . . National Cornchip Day January 30 is . . . . Escape Day January 31 is . . . . National Popcorn Day and Child Labor Day
National measure your feet day is a day I will honor the rest of my life.
I truly believe everything happens for a reason. Sometimes I know why and sometimes I don't. I do believe we are given a map for our journey before we start on the road tho. I think syncronicities are the road signs that tell us we on on the right path. They can also be the road signs that tell us when to turn at crossroads. Red flags tell us to stop and go a different way or turn around. I feel red flags. I don't always listen to them, I admit. I will tell you that everytime I ignore one, I am guaranteed to discover what is was about. Always...
**{This picture is taken at Succor Creek State Park, OR. One of my "special" places I go to get my head together. It is a one hour drive from my home. It is like a mini Grand Canyon, 6 miles long.}
My Jan. 15th post about Syncronicity is a prime example of a road sign in my life... I went to the site that was linked to Melody Beatty. It is primarily about the dangers of the drug that Dale is on. There are a lot of sites out there about Hep C and most of them are ran either by the Drug companies that manfacture the Interferon itself, or scammer's trying to tout a "cure all" to get rich on people's misery. The site does sell an herbal program for the disease. A very expensive program. There was a lot of dated info on Peg-Intron and Ribaviron on there. I kept reading tho...looking for what I thought was the reason that I was led to it. I trust Melody Beatty. That was the only reason I kept reading. There was nothing in there that I didn't already know about the drugs, herbs or the disease that was new to me. UNTIL...I went into one of the links to a trial study report to the FDA. There was a person that had been in the trial that had a reaction to the drug that caused fluid retention around the lungs and heart. It also caused extreme distention of the abdomen that constricted the lungs. It could also cause congestive heart failure.
Last week Dale had been really "bloated". He was also short of breath (that can also because because of the drop in Red and white blood cells). We were waiting for the results of his last blood tests.Sunday night the distention and bloating were terrible. Yesterday he got up and even his face, eyes and ears were swollen. His abdomen looked like he was nine months pregnant. He looked almost deformed. He had a terrible headache, and was very short of breath. I call the Hep doc's office and her nurse said "Well I don't know...maybe you should see his regular Dr. Those aren't side effects of the treatment." BOOM! RED FLAG! BINGO!!!!Now I knew why I had been led to that site. It most certainly was a side effect. A remote chance but someone had DIED from this side effect in the trials.His primary Dr. said he has fluid built up in his abdomen that was putting pressure on his heart and lungs and that was why he was so swollen and short of breath. His heart had not been affected. He has put him on Lasix to remove the fluid. The blood tests we have been waiting for came back BEAUTIFUL. There is no sign of HCV this go round. He has went from a viral count of 350 MILLION to ZERO...to do that in twelve weeks is nothing short of miraculous. All his other counts were low but not in the perilous level. The plan is to continue the treament for the the remaining 12 weeks at this point so the chances of remission are reduced. My belief that we are led daily when we listen, is reconfirmed. There is nothing missing, nothing broken, nothing that is imperfect in Heaven... Choosing to make each moment of life as meaningful as possible can help us feel more satisfied and content. When we look for meaningful experiences, we commit to making the most of our time on Earth. In our search for meaning, we naturally tend to shy away from shallow people and situations and embrace fulfilling and nurturing ones. Looking for meaningful experiences can help us spend our time more wisely to pursue our passions and interact with people we care for and who care for us. Creating a meaningful life means always being on the lookout for those circumstances that will feed our soul. When we choose to seek meaningful experiences in our life today, we may discover that living is more satisfying than ever.
One fulfilling experience can eclipse many empty moments strung together. It is not the quantity of time that matters, but the quality that we experience during each moment. Every minute is an opportunity to loveourselves and others, develop confidence and self-respect, and exhibit courage. Ultimately, quality can make life sweeter. When we focus on quality, all our life experiences can be meaningful. Often, in the pursuit of quantity we cheat ourselves of quality. Then again, quantity also plays a significant role in our lives. Certain elements, such as hugs, kisses, abundance, and love, are best had in copious amounts that are high in quality. But faced with the choice between a single, heartfelt grin and a lifetime of empty smiles, most would, no doubt, choose the former. Ultimately, it is not how much you live or have or do, but whatwe make of each moment that counts...
Sometimes, we may find ourselves wishing we knew what our lives are going to look like or what gifts and challenges are going to be presented to us in the coming months or years. We may want to know if the relationship we're in now will go the distance or if our goals will be realized. Perhaps we feel like we need help making a decision and we want to know which choice will work out best. We may consult psychics, tarot cards, our dreams, Holy Writings and many other sources in the hopes of finding out what the future holds. Usually, at most, we may catch glimpses. All of these can be helpful tools as long as we are looking at the whole picture and not just projecting what we wish we want. A Higher Order and Power exist, no matter what you call it. It just is.There is a Higher Truth out there with a Plan for us. Even even though we think we would like to know the whole story in all its details, the truth is that we would probably be overwhelmed and exhausted if we knew everything that is going to happen to us. That same Higher Order also protects us from ourselves.
Just think of your life as you've lived it up to this point. If you are like most people, you have probably done more and faced more than you could have ever imagined. If someone had told you as a child of all the jobs and relationships you would experience, along with each one's inherent ups and downs, you would have become overwhelmed. With your head full of information about the future, you would have had a very hard time experiencing your life in the present moment, which is where everything actually happens. In many ways, not knowing what the future has in store brings out in us the qualities we need to grow. For example, it would have been difficult to commit yourself to certain people or projects if you knew they wouldn't ultimately work out. Yet, it was through your commitment to see them through that you experienced the lessons you needed to grow. Looking back on your life, you would likely be hard pressed to say that anything in your past should not have happened. In fact, your most challenging experiences with their inevitable lessons may have ultimately brought you the greatest rewards. Not knowing the future keeps us just where we need to be-fully committed and in the present moment.
Everything really does happen for a reason. When we are at a Crossroad and have to make a choice, we need to look at the Road Signs of Syncronicity. All of them. Sometimes the signs are confusing. Sometimes we have to look at the signs that have been there along the way for years. Put the links together. Sometimes there was a sign that was pointing to the place you are at today, years ago. One that you had never figured out. It all comes together, eventually. We are all called to, and for, a purpose, to something in our lives.Remember synchronicity. If you have an event happen that you do not understand, take the time to ask why and then TRUST the Universe that you are always where you need to be. Right then and Right Now. Trust that you will have the answers you need. Examine all your options from that point. Make your decisions from a point of surety. Always ask "What am I supposed to learn from this?". Sometimes you will be the vehicle for someone else's lesson. When that happens, accept it, but remember there is also a lesson in it for you. If you are truly dedicated to your path, you will always, again, be, WHERE YOU NEED TO BE, FOR A REASON. Be grateful for all experiences that cross your path. Be truly grateful everything that has and will happen in your life. The good, the bad and the ugly.
Teressa tagged me so I guess I am it. I like to read these. We learn a lot about each other.
Four jobs you've had in your life: 1. Activity's Director in a Long Term Care Facility 2. YMCA Pre-School Teacher (combo Head Start) 3. Florist Trainee ( My first job ever...hated it) 4. Child Protection Case Manager
Four movies you could watch over and over again: 1. Amazon Women on the Moon 2. The Wizard of Oz 3. Big Fish 4. Under the Tuscan Sun
Four of your favorite foods: 1. Brownies....deep moist yummm... 2. Toll House Cookies 3. Cheese 4. Braunsuager
Four places you would rather be: 1. NOT in Boise 2. NOT in I-duh-ho (ok that is cheating, right?) I will change it then....2. places I do not want to be. ************** Four places you would rather be: 1. Daytona 2. Anywhere in AZ 3. Anywhere in NM 4. The OR or WA coast....anywhere. 5. Hovenweep National Monument (that is where our Tower is)
Four albums you can't live without: 1. Grateful Dead "Terrapin Station" 2. Soundtrack from City of Angels 3. Talking Heads "Brick" 4. Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show "Sloppy Seconds" and many, many, more....
Four magazines you read: 1. Backpacker 2. Whole Living Body Mind and Soul 3. Cooking Light (this is my fav) 4. Handyman (yes, it's for me.)
Four cars you have owned:
1.1970 Mercedes Benz 220sl diesel (yes)
2.1997 Toyota 4 Runner (no)
3.1963 T-Bird (yes)
4. 2006 Ford Ranger (just bought it)
and of course the 1992 Bluebird Bus...
Yay!! I finished without losing everything when Blogger went down!! YAY!!!
I have studied A Course in Miracles for many years. I was looking this morning at my home page which is set to The Miracle Times, doing my daily lesson. I remember this lesson in particular more than any other except the lesson on the Holy Instant. I remember vividly the first time I read it, where I was...what I was feeling, the scents of the house... the texture of the walls. The weather. My life changed that day. March 15th,1993. My copy of The Course is page worn and highlighted in different colors for everytime I have read individual passages. I started marking in the margins when the page could not take any other colors without the words being no longer legible. I still mark the date each day on each lesson and each passage I read. I lived in Pend Orielle County WA. at the time. I had a really old house that sat on 150 acres bordered by BLM land. My land encompassed a whole mountain...( if you have ever seen Kevin Costner's film ,The Postman, the movie was filmed in the town and surrounding area where I lived. Many of my freinds were extra's in the movie.). I loved that place. Back to my point...the weather that day was a typical early spring day (we called it MUD Season, not Spring) the sun had came out for a little while and the clouds were beginning to roll in again. I had read my lesson, and stepped out onto my porch to take in some sun. It was snowing on one side of my yard and sunny on the other. Like a split screen picture. It was a very strange feeling. I was in awe that I got to see it. It did the same thing here today. In exactly the same chronilogical order. Read. Stepped outside. Said ...WHOA... NO WAY. Yup...weird...Good wierd, but weird. Synchronicity of the day, #1.
My slogan for my Hynotherapy practice is:
Remember...Changeworks...Now.
Changeworks has been my Practice's name since I started it. A long, long time ago.
I always say re-member who you really are.
I came back in the house and started readin my email. The very first one I opened said this:
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow. ~ Melody Beattie
Melody Beatty wrote Co-dependant No More and several other books, which I was also reading at the time I started A Course in Miracles.
I immediately lost my train of thought and wondered what she is doing now. She changed a lot of woman's lives. I ran a search on her and here came Synchronicity #2.
Ok. YOU have my full attention, NOW. What do you want me to do? Said a prayer of gratitude....Let it go...
The very next email I opened said this:
You will receive answers. be prepared to accept what is given.daily engage with Self and re-member, too, Listen... Listen again... Listen deeply.questions, of course, will elicit true response. ask well. I swear to God, Goddess...All there is.
I was over at Yellow Dog Granny's this morning catching up on her posts. Phobia's are interesting, and tho they are not funny when you have them, they can sure be a lot of fun when you make fun of the names and make your own phobia's up. Thanks Jac...now I am going to be stuck on that for awhile. I did a post on NASCAR Driver's Phobia's in Oct. I developed Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia after working on that post. The phobia's named in that post are all real with real descriptions. NOT real Driver's phobia's of course (don't wanna get sued here), but real names of real phobia's. So any way if you can imagine: If you are living with hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, what is the real cost to your health, your career or school, and to your family life? Avoiding the issue indefinitely would mean resigning yourself to living in fear, missing out on priceless life experiences big and small, living a life that is just a shadow of what it will be when the problem is gone... Most phobia's are caused by a one time experience. Now I will get a phobia of developing a phobia. If you want to learn about Phobia names and see which one's you have go here: The Phobia List. They have posted from A-Z ...there is a warning on the front page that says: If you are looking for a phobia and the name is not on the list then we don't have it. You can even buy a poster with all the Phobia List on it. The site is a lot of fun. What phobia is this? Scriptophobia.
I am starting to put my "What I really want for My Birthday" list together in case the #1 #88 fan figures out how to get on my blog and see it. I want thisbad. Really.
Figured I better get back over her and post something. NASCAR season is fast approaching...My NASCAR brain is kicking in. I am getting mighty antsy. I will be updating all my blog links along with putting my website back together after the deletion fiasco. Can't sell any gemstones on line with out it unfortunately. It is my abundance provider. I managed to mess this one up good too. As Bab's says copy and paste your template before you start messing with it. Duh... Bab's your dealing with an Aquarian here. We don't like to read directions. We like adventure and dreams. The daffodil is our flower. It is where the word Daft and Daffy came from. Air head comes from AIR SIGN. Ever learning from the water's of knowlege ...thru experience. The consequences of those experiences teach us well. For all of you who asked or wondered, Dale is doing quite well after our little emergency. Satan seems to have been exorcised...and he is back to his jolly old self, or as good as he can be right now considering how sick he has been. We are now officially half through treatment. 12 more weeks. My... how time flys when your having so much fun. I wanted to share the latest picture I have taken of our little healer Paige.. Notice the NASCAR beads...and that red hair.
4 of my six grand babies have my red hair and 3 are left handed like I am. Interesting genetics. Hope all is well with all of you.
Happy Birthday Babs! You are on of the most remarkable people I have ever been honored to "meet". Your compassion is unbelievable and the support you provide others is a gift beyond compare. You are carrying out your purpose... We are having a chat birthday party for Bab'stoday at The Tower. Come wish her Happy Birthday and all of us a Happy New Year. If you havn't gained admission yet there are a lot of moderators that can approve you very quickly. You can sign her birthday card that Denise made... here. If you have tender eyes DO NOT GO. You will be blind...or grow hair on your hands or something like that. Don't say I didn't warn you. She is probably snoozing since we were in there half the night entertaining each other! What Fun....I was laughing so hard half the time I had tears rolling. SOONER! SOONER? Where are ya Buddy?
For all of us that are spending Christmas alone... I have a yahoo group site that is by invitation only that I have dedicated to be used for our own little Christmas party. It has built in chat and a place for just posts. If you would like to join us, click on my email and I will send you and invite. Don't be shy....we are all here for each other. I would send the email straight out to you already if I had all your email addresses! Let's have fun with this! Or not....cry if you need to...just come. If anyone has any other ideas let me know or you can go straight to the site for admit : Here in the Ivory Tower.
There comes a time in the evolution of every spiritual being, along that sometimes dark road that leads to enlightenment, when their inner yearnings, struggles and frustrations bring them to a truth that could not have otherwise been achieved. And so, beloved, I come this holy day with such a truth, though it may hurt eyes that have been shut too long. Reaching this milestone was inevitable, for the light that will dawn hereafter is not only what you have summoned, but what all now seek. And with your blessing and recognition it will bathe those who follow in your footsteps and the burden they bear shall be lessened. If it's not yet obvious to you, the real reason for this season is You. A more perfect child of the Universe has never lived. Until now, only a celebration cloaked in myth and mystery could hint at your sublime heritage and divine destiny. You are life's prayer of becoming, and its answer. The first light at the dawn of eternity, drawn from the ether, so that the Universe might know its depths, discover its heights, and frolic in endless seas of blessed emotion. A pioneer into illusion, an adventurer into the unknown, and a lifter of veils. Courageous, heroic and exalted by billions in the unseen. To give beyond reason. To care beyond hope. To love without limit. To reach, stretch, and dream in spite of your fears. These are the hallmarks of divinity - traits of the immortal - your badges of honor, and your ticket home. This is the time of year we celebrate who you are. Merry Christmas, a few days early - The Universe
Yeah, I said the same thing last year, but more people are listening now, and still, a more perfect child than you has yet to be born. Unless I missed someone...
"Life has its own hidden forces which you can only discover by living." ~ Soren Kierkegaard I love this quote. I think it offers a profound piece of wisdom.
I'm not sure I can improve on Kierkegaard, other than to offer that life, lived well, is truly an action adventure—with lots of ups and downs.
It's scary.
It's fun.
It's exhilarating.
It's supposed to be a challenge. Live the beauty of your dreams. Become the miracle of personal metamorphosis.
Please don't let another year roll by without thinking about how your life impacts others... and what you can do in the coming year to discover life by living it to the fullest.
Promise yourself that next year, no matter what...
I Will Live My Dream...
For me, my friends, family and community:
"Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such. " ~ Henry Miller
The Miracles of The Season are upon us. No question, life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful. But it can get better.
Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God. ** A Course in Miracles
You can become All that You Dream. Prepare yourself for the Miracles that surround You. Let miracles find you. Join the adventure. Create Miracles in your life. Get on the bus...once you get on you'll never want to get off...
Think Good Thoughts... because Thoughts become Things. Go On a Quest...Tally HO!!
THE LAW OF ONE We are all one. When one is harmed, all are harmed. When one is helped, all are healed. Therefore, in the name of who I AM, and I am one with all; I ask that ONLY THAT WHICH IS THE HIGHEST GOOD OF ALL CONCERNED happen here and now, and through all time and space. I give thanks that this is done.
How can Thy Will not be done? Blessed be... From ME
December is known as a month for holidays. Wherever you live in the world, this month has become a time to treasure all that was in the past year and to begin to make way for a new cycle of rebirth. Much of this seasonal mood has roots in the celebration of Winter Solstice, which takes place every year in the northern hemisphere on December 21 or 22. On that day, the daytime hours are the shortest they will be all year while the nighttime is at a maximum. For the ancients, this indicated the disappearance of the nourishing, life-sustaining sun and yet it also meant that in the days following the Solstice, the Sun would rise and strengthen again, bringing the promise of spring and new life. The Winter Solstice pledges the same to us today. It presents an opportunity to release that which we want to leave in the past and set our intention for the coming year.
Many aspects of ancient Winter Solstice festivals live on in traditions of the season. The Roman midwinter holiday, Saturnalia was a merry time in which homes were decked with boughs of laurel and evergreen while friends visited each other with fruit, cakes and other treats. In Scandinavia, people listened to minstrel-poets singing ancient legends while the yule log, which was thought to magically help the sun shine brightly, burned in the family hearth.
Burning indoor hearths and candles were an aspect of numerous winter solstice festivals and continue to be a part of the season today. In Iran, the Winter Solstice is observed through the Yalda festival, when a huge bonfire is kindled to symbolically stimulate the sun to grow stronger. For the Hopi tribe of Native Americans, the month-long Soyal festival includes many rituals to honor lights shining amid darkness, a theme echoed by holidays such as Christmas, Chanukah and Kwanzaa. Common to many winter solstice festivals is the gathering of friends and family to feast and spend time together. China's winter solstice festival is called Dong Zhi and is marked by plentiful winter foods.
For many in northern climates, Winter Solstice is an opportunity to celebrate the cyclical nature of our lives. You can honor the New Solar Year by creating your own Winter Solstice ritual incorporating both darkness to represent the end of a year and light, to mark the rising sun. Perhaps you will want to close off the artificial lamps and light candles or a bonfire, ringing in the solstice as in ancient times. Maybe you will choose to contribute some time to helping those having a hard winter or just spend some time meditating on how to bring more light into the world. Whatever, you do to commemorate this crucial time of year, remember that winter solstice is all about the hope for a bright and warm future. I have journaled for many many years... since 1980 consistently, sporadically prior to that. I have journal that go back to when I was 10. I go thru my journals specifically to look at the cycles and themes of my life, that surround the Soltices and Equinox. There are several major lessons that are recurring themes in my life. More about that later... If you want to create your own ritual for the winter solstice, keep in mind that many modern observances involve symbols for three important actions: remembering and appreciating the year that is ending, letting go of the "bad stuff" in the past that we want to leave behind, and then setting an intention or a direction for the new year. Orange's are the colors for the the Day. I have honored the cycles with awareness since 1988. Soltice exactly occurs today at:10:35 PST. You can learn more at Candlegrove on the exact time. They have a beautiful and very informative site that is dedicated to Winter Solstice. So for now...Happy Yule!I am off to cleanse in the beautiful rain in my back yard to remove my old wheel and build a new one. Son RISE!!! I will also observe Son Set.... In Love and Gratitude to all of YOU. Blessed Be...Clance'
Sometimes being your true radiant self, living in the moment, glad for all you already have and who you already are, isn't always easy.
Nope, such conditions create the precise moment in one's life when the floodgates of abundance swing open the farthest, giving rise to that persistent, nagging issue of the ages:
From today's Daily OM "There are times when we may feel disconnected from the world. Our actions can seem like they are of no major consequence, and we may feel like we exist in our own vacuum. Yet, the truth is that our simplest thought or action - the decisions we make each day, and how we see and relate to the world - can be incredibly significant and have a profound impact on the lives of those around us, as well as the world at large. The earth and everything on it is bound by an invisible connection between people, animals, plants, the air, the water, and the soil. Insignificant actions on your part, whether positive or negative, can have an impact on people and the environment that seem entirely separate from your personal realm of existence. Staying conscious of the interconnection between all things can help you think of your choices and your life in terms of the broader effect you may be creating. Think of buying a wooden stool. The wood was once part of a tree which is part of a forest. A person was paid to fell the tree, another to cut the wood, and yet another to build the stool. Their income may have had a positive effect on their families, just as the loss of the tree may have had a negative impact on the forest or the animals that made that tree their home. An encouraging word to a young child about their special talent can influence this person to develop their gift so that one day their inventions can change the lives of millions. A poem written "merely" to express oneself can make a stranger reading it online from thousands of miles away feel less alone because there is someone else out there who feels exactly the way they do. Staying conscious of your connection to all things can help you think of your choices in terms of their impact. We are powerful enough that what we do and say can reverberate through the lives of people we may never meet. Understanding that you are intimately connected with all things and understanding your power to affect our world can be the first step on the road to living more consciously."
I have thinking a lot of all the wonderful people whose paths have intertwined and crossed mine this year. Do we fully realize the impact we have on each other? Do we in our own self denial, realize that we are all Angel's in each others lives? Think about the fondness we feel for each other as bloggers. Strangers (in the beginning) who we have never met and may never...yet bonds are created, love, respect and concern grows for each other. The Universe creates an impeccable system of support, and brings together those that were bound and destined in some way, to meet and touch each other's souls. I am very grateful for all of you. We all keep each other feeling, moving and Shining...
1. What did you do in 2005 that you hadn't done before? Had a total Hysterectomy **the "hysteria-ectomy** 2. Did anyone close to you give birth? No.
3. Did anyone close to you die? Gratefully, no. 4 B - Where did you go? To the grocery store and the gas station here and there **lol** in Texas, Phoenix, Sedona, Moab, and all the miles in between there and a few other races... 4 C - Best holiday memory? This year? NONE. Ever? I used to go every other year to Long Beach WA for Christmas by myself when my kids had Christmas with my X. I would rent a really fabulous Hotel right on the beach with a fireplace and Jacuzzi and the ocean waves. It was awesome. I need to do it again...(half price too, cuz it's COLD.) 5. Best thing you bought? My new HP computer and PSC All in one. A BIG Flat Screen Monitor My Nikon digicam (soory they are all tied for the best...) 6. Where did most of your money go? Gemstones, Medical Bills, Diesel for The Church of the Great Oval Travelling Temple. 7. What do you wish you had done more of? Slept. Spent more time with my Grandbabies and my daughter's. Especially my daughter and Grandaughter that are in Oregon. 8. What do you wish you had done less of? Hot flash...bitch...housework...bitch...be moody...Hotflash...bitch...be moody... 9. What kept you sane? NASCAR, NASCAR, NASCAR... Creating jewelry, writing, blogging, Biking. Jet Skiing. Working out. My secret journal @ Oprah.com...an occasional Xanax. Norco and a few beers a couple times. 10. What drove you mad? Hormones, Bush, Politics,both Local and National, the lack of compassion and care of the Hurricane Victims, the poor, the mentally ill, handicapped, senior citizen's. Health Care. Pegatron and Ribavarin. 11. What made you celebrate? Dale's Viral load has dropped from 250 MILLION in Oct. to 61 this week. 61!!!! Only four months to go. His Doc says this is REMARKABLE progress. So I guess the Satanic moments will be worth it. And of course... Tony Stewart's 2005 Championship. Rubbing the win in the #1#88 fan's face.... 12. What made you sad? Mouser's kidney's beginning to fail. He's so old but he is a happy kitty still. Doing pretty good now on the special diet, cept for the kitty Alzheimer's. He just gets a little confused sometimes. I don't think his eyes and smeller are too good any more either... 13. How was your birthday this year?
Very Quiet...It was the same week I quit my corporate job. I just went thrift shopping, found a way cool gauzy hippy dress, and had a quiet dinner at home with the #1 #88 fan. Dale gave me a Tony Stewart office organizer.
14. What political issue stirred you the most this year? See the ABOVE. BUSH BULLSHIT. The mess when the hurricanes hit. The ongoing garbage those poor people are still going through. FEMA. Wastes of taxpayers money when those people are still in Motels and FEMA having to have a Supreme Court Judge step in and tell them to do something today. UNBELIEVABLE. 15. Where you in love in 2005? Very much so.... 16. What would you like to have in 2006 that you didn't have this year? My total vibrant health back...hormonal balance. $250,000,000 by June 1st, 2006 or sooner. 17. What date from 2005 will be etched in your memory and why? Dale's 50th birthday. September 24. 18. What song will remind you of 2005? "Gonna be some Changes Made" by Bruce Hornsby on the cd Halcyon Days (it is the background song for the latest Lowes commercial) 19. Compared to this time last year are you happier? Nope. I know I will be better eventually and so will Dale. 20. Biggest achievement this year? I recieved the Employee of the Year award at the large entertainment industry giant that I cannot speak of until Jan 2006. Then I quit a week later...and the story will come out when I can legally speak the Name again. So for right now Al will once again speak for me. He does that a lot you know...
21. Biggest disappointment this year? Feeling WORSE after the Hysteria-ectomy than I did before I had it. 22. What is the one thing that would have made you more satisfied? Ovaries. Suing my fucking Dr.'s ass off for lying to me and saying"oh you'll feel wonderful after...and you eliminate your risk for ovarian cancer." Not giving me any other alternatives when, I found out later...there were some.
I went to a woman doc too. I hate her. 23. Best new person you met this year? All my blog buddies. 24. A valuable life lesson you learned this year? Never give up....never give up...never give up... I tag: CJ Dick Tina Renee Carrie Antonette Bethie Nancy Mr.Sun **Mu-ahahahaha**evil laugh Susan
I found this today as I was uploading my own video's that I have made. This guy travels around the world and dances. He is living his dream. What would you do if you could live your dream(s) and do anything you wanted? Imagine no limit, no constrictions. What would you do? How creative can you get? The first thing to achieving those dreams is being grateful for everything in your life and then imagining it... the Key to being grateful is here.
Another castaway has joined the island. I got a kick out of the random question and answer in the Profile area. Fits with my post today.
Why does the taste of pennies remind you of losing a tooth? The same reason that the taste of dimes reminds me of LSD . ***********FUNNY********** to me in the mood I am in today. Leo started it. Blame him. Stilllaughing....................
Ok...Babs Tagged me. I am a bit on the slow side with that one. I am doing it tho! It just isn't going to be done today. I have a couple of major commitments and hopefully I will be able to fully sit down, contemplate on the subjects, and put it all down sometime in the next day or so. I promise I will do it ASAP. It may be in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping if I was a normal person. I always do this on the new year. I have never done it publicly. Kind of like taking inventory and showing it to another Human Being...I like the idea of skipping the Fourth step you know. KIDDING!!!! I am into lazy deep thought right now. Read someone else's. I am trying to avoid depp thoughts. Trying to stay sane thru this treatment. Did any one see my pics on the Church Site? I played with Flickr a little when I couldn't sleep last night. You can actually make comments on the pics like a blog. Perty Coowell. I might put some here too. Tally HO! Gotta GO!!
Ladies, start your engines. "Harlequin Enterprises is ready to get you all revved up. The romance novel publisher has hooked up with NASCAR to put out a line of truly racy romances. In the pole position, due next month, is "In the Groove" by Pamela Britton. It's the story of a former teacher named Sarah Tingle — yes, Tingle — who is forced to take a job driving the team bus for a fictional driver. "He's upset 'cause she doesn't know who he is, and sparks fly," Harlequin spokeswoman Katherine Orr said. It was Britton's idea to stage the unlikely wedding of NASCAR and Harlequin. She wrote a racing romance last year titled "Dangerous Curves" and wooed Harlequin with the series. The publisher popped the question, and the two embraced wildly in a feverish clinch, also known as a licensing agreement. It might seem a star-crossed affair. But NASCAR claims that it has 30 million women in its fan base. Harlequin, which sold 130 million books in 2004, offers a spectrum of sexuality in its various series. The NASCAR books will have "a very low level of sensuality," by romance novel standards, Orr said. "It's a family-oriented sport." But one that, nevertheless, makes Sarah tingle."
Harlequin Romance Writer's are one of the most widely read Author's that there are. I have never quite figured that out personally, but then I am not into romance novel's. I don't believe I have ever even read one and I know I have not ever read one of the Harlequin's. I think I'll go to the thrift store and buy (ugh) a couple for a quarter and (ugh) read them. The thought makes the nausea start churning in my gut. I am as worthy of writing garbage and getting rich person who wrote all that garbage and got rich. They have just been smarter than I, and targeted the right market. If your interested in the submission guidelines they are at the Harlequin Website along with a lot of actually, very good "Learn to write and get published information." Maybe we should have a little "Who can write the best NASCAR oriented Romance Novel" Writer's Group. Like real novelist's do. Some possible titles: Talladega Tryst Humpin at Humpy's Love at Lowes Charlotte's 20o Sittin on the Pole **teehee** I couldn't help that one.
Rae Monet has written one that probably will give you an idea of the content. You can check it out here
I wrote this really great post and messed up something and kept losing my links...then I published it and lost it. Oh well...it was just a bitch fest. I was finishing my daily routine for you. You don't want to know. It makes me tired. What is the big news and buzz about tonite? Well let me tell you. There are a lot of men upset at a NATIONAL EMERGENCY that happens this evening. OH my GOLLY GEE...SIT DOWN WHILE YOU READ THIS.
Will the Victoria's Secret Holiday Special be broadcast in HD or NOT? What is Victoria's fuckin Secret anyway? I think Victoria is a cross dressing Man. Here is a book you can get the real Victoria for Christmas. Thanks to Tina Renee for turning me on to that link. **lol** Very funny. Just what I needed. (by the way, Tina Renee has the best Tony Stewart site out there.)
Oh! While your here...run over to The Church and read the post about the Driver's Survivor Contest. Read carefully because it's a funky tricky little contest. then go to and vote for Dale Jr every day until we put him out... then we will move onto Jeff Gordon and Jimmy Johnson from there. We have to be cunning....
I have recieved several e-mails today wanting to know if I was ok. Thank You!! It feels good to know somebody notices when I am not here... Here is a sample of my average day : 12 AM: Wake up hot flashing. Strip Naked. Lay there til I cool off and try not to wake up Dale. 12:20 AM: Give up on that bullshit. If he wakes up, he wakes up. Crawl out of bed. Start freezing. Put warm dry jama's back on. Shut the french doors and go lay on the couch. Fall asleep... 1:00 AM: 17 year cat with Kidney and Kitty Alzheimer's disease wakes me up yowling like he is part Siamese because he wants tuna fish juice. He thinks...no.. he wants water...no...he changed his mind. He wants outside. No... wait it is cold out there and he is afraid of the dark these days. I take him outside. He wants right back in. We cuddle up under the blanket again, on the couch. 1:30 AM: Fall asleep again. 2:ooAM: Wake up with another Hot flash. Strip naked til I cool off. Now I am freezing and I need to go back in the bedroom to get more dry jammy's. Open the French doors...Wake up Dale. Dale turns into Satan. Satan falls back to sleep. I crawl in bed and fall asleep again. 2:30 AM: Repeat scenario 1...plus the Cat starts his thing again. 3:00 AM: Rpeat all every half hour until 5:30 or 6 AM if I am lucky. 6 AMish: Give up. Get up and make coffee. Answer all email as caffiene kicks in. JEESH I am getting tired reading this. I better go take a nap and finish it later....
Sooner said so perfectly what we all wanted to say.
I too, join in the silence for our blog friend's tragic loss. Blessed be Sweet One. My heart is with you and your family. I cannot begin to fathom your pain.
Occasionally, we need to pause - and step away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. One way to do this is to get away from our daily life and go on retreat. Far more than a vacation, a retreat offers us time to ourselves to rest, heal, reflect, and renew our spirit. It is a time to cocoon so that we may emerge renewed, refreshed, and ready to return to our everyday lives with a new perspective. A retreat gives us time for uninterrupted meditation so that we may go deep within and spend time with ourselves. A retreat may offer quiet, solitude, and sometimes even silence. Retreats often take place in humble dwellings with simple fare so that our senses may be reawakened to the beauty of unadorned tastes and the sights and sounds of nature. When we spend days in contemplation, we can more easily hear our heart when it speaks to us. We also are able to really listen when a bird sings, deeply breathe in the smell of flowers, grass, or earth, and delight in a soft breeze blowing on our cheek. When we go on retreat we have time to connect to the sacred geometry of a labyrinth, discover epiphanies through asanas, or take a long, reflective walk through the woods where we can give each step our full attention. Without the pull of deadlines, relationships, the Internet, or other media, we give ourselves time to go deep into our own solitude where we can fully reflect on our joys, sorrows, and fears, owning and releasing them as needed. We may even come to know and understand our life path more deeply. Hopefully, when we return home, we can take a little bit of this time alone back with us and create the space for deep reflection on a daily basis. We also may come back to our life renewed and ready to take on the world. The beauty of going on retreat is that no matter where you go or how long you stay, you'll always meet yourself when you get there.
I am going to start posting some of my artwork, jewelry designs and photographs with you all. Let you in to my life so" Who I Really Am" is always here. Some of you already know these things, but for those of you that are new to my blog, there may be a suprise or two. Maybe I will surprise myself. This kind of activity spurs more creativity in me and BOY do I need that right now.My NANOWRIMO Novel deadline is MIDNIGHT. I need 2000 more words to meet my mark. I can do it!! I practice a program called Artist's Way and am an avid student of A Course in Miracles. Here is an 18 minute MP3 Gratitude meditation: http://www.manifestlife.com/gifts/mattc.html
It is very nice, and free to share. I have a new post on The Church of the Great Oval about NASCAR and my Daughter. I did a big booboo. Funny And now...I must return to the Novel...2000 to go.
The neatest thing happened this morning. Dale is very ill today with side effects from the medicine that masquerades as poison. Today is the worst day he has had. My youngest daughter has (thank the Universe) finally left her husband. She took her Power back and left...I am so proud of her. She rented a little house, took my granddaughter Paige's things and said " I am outta here" after months of trying in a no go, not healthy for her or Paige situation. She gave it her all. I am proud of her for giving every shot she could and proud of her for calling it quits, no matter what it took. She left everything and doesn't care. She is filing her divorce papers tomorrow. She called me this morning to see if I had any extra pots, pans, etc. that she could have so she didn't have to spend any extra money. I gathered up some stuff for her...a goody bag of dishes,dish soap, towels, T.P., shampoo, silverware and cooking utensils, extra blankets, sheets and pillows. (Guess what she's getting for Christmas?) When they got here , Dale was finally asleep, so I ran the goody bag(s) out to the car. Paige said " Is Dale-papa sick?" She is 4 by the way. I said "Yes, honey he is still sick but he gonna get well again." She replied " I need to go touch his forehead and he will be well Grama." I said okaaaaay ...I bet your touch will make him feel better...and hauled her in the house. She went over to where Dale was lying on the couch and told him" I am making you all well and layed her little hand on his forehead. She took her hand off, said "I think I will do it again" layed her hand on his head again and said "I'm done! Your all better now." It was precious. She skipped out of the house all happy. It lit him up like a light. For now anyway... his pain is gone. Interesting, huh? I think we are capable of so much when we are children. We lose that along the way. Forget. Children can remind us to remember...again.
Lauren (Chameleon2)-Blog died Nov 25, 2005 approx 3:40 pm CT....death by Blogster owners...RIP The Blindman -Blog died Nov 25, 2005 approx 4:05 pm CT....death by Blogster owners...RIP Jess (Gooner)-Blog died Nov 25, 2005 approx 6:05 pm CT....death by Blogster owners...RIP Soonerfan78 - Blog died Nov 25, 2005 approx 8:50 pm CT....death by Blogster owners...RIP Chief Blogster - Blog died Nov 25, 2005 time of death unknown CT....under investigation...RIP
Free Speech and Interpretation or Blog Killers on the Loose.
I want to clarify what I believe to be the reason my favorite Moron Hosts will say they beheaded and killed then cremated me and Babs and Denise and who knows how many others by now..... before they post their explanation, if they ever do. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust. May my posts and comments Rest in Peace with Jimi... because they are gone (at least to me) forever. Amen.
I was appalled at the fact that Bab's and Denise's blogs were cremated. Yes... they frequently posted passionate expletives, and push it to the edge photo's and polls etc. So do many other Bloggers at that same host. The only difference between Bab's and Denise and the other Blogger's that post the type of "humorous, sometime a little racy" posts is Bab's and Denise were also very vocal in voicing displeasure at the problems within the new owners infrastructure and lack of professionalism. Here are some of the frustrations expressed by many, which began this great drama.
Starting to get the picture? Here are a couple interesting posts from the new owner of "Let's run the site like NAZI'S": On Censorship. **I want to note I was one of those people who wrote him nice e-mail and posted nice comments on his blog encouraging him to hang in there. That this too will pass.**
"I just talked to Arthur, the former CB at Blogster and he swears that the speed and time out issues that we are seeing now were exactly the same under his regime. I would like to know from everyone if you had all of these speed and timeout issues prior to three weeks ago, because the site has not left Arthur's server. We have done nothing to cause these problems. Its apparent to us that it is something Arthur has done and he is not being cooperative to get the speed fixed. I apologize for this." Walleyeman posted 10/14/2005
So much for my favorite Walleye Man posts. I will save the best for last. On with the story...
My first thought was "Oh, it is just another tech issue." I watched as comments began to stack up on the owners blog and on the new editors blog. All censored, with #### covering up the FUCK word. Then I noticed as I bounced back and forth reading those comments that some of those comments were disappearing minutes after they were posted. But only the comments that were "bad". The naughty comments. I then thought: "oh they don't really have an actual human editor, it's a bot." So I started fucking with the FUCK word. **(F.U.C.K. was an acronym for Focused Unaturally on Carnal Knowlege in patients mental hospital medical charts originally, by the way. The word did not exist prior to Freud.) I found that if I mispelled it like fuk it would be in the comment. Okay, it's a bot. *f*u*c*k* worked. Bot again. The real question of the day was not answered yet. Still a mystery. What happened to Babs and Denise? I wrote several posts... something about "Where the FUCK ARE THEY AND WHAT IS THIS CENSORSHIP BULLSHIT?" and titled them something like FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK and FUCK YOU FUKKING FUCKSTERS...and left a comment or two in the same light, posted a very artistic picture of a couple of penis's tattooed like snakes and a bite me sammuch just to see if a bot was doing the editing or if a real human chickenshit ROBOT paid to delete person was actually reading the posts and comments. WHAM!!! BAM!!! YOU'RE GONE!!! On a Quest was gone. All my comments were gone...all the links and comments on my blog buddies were gone.There WAS a real person reading comments and blogs and killing the bloggers who fussed. Get rid of the bad kids. Kick them out of the Club. I "ran" as fast as I could to the COTOG2 blog and started notification of my buddies that they were going to kill me. Posted a couple of "Fuck you farewell assholes, don't anybody click on the Google ads and make these fuckers any more money, I wanted you to delete this blog along time ago any way and you said you couldn't" Left a comment on the owner and editors ads with a lot of mispelled words like fuk ufukkincoksukinfuksticks or something like that and went out in a blaze of GLORY... in the middle of e-mailing Grumpy. I imagine they will say I was harrasing them with bad typos, encouringing financial failure by telling people to boycott their Google ad's, posted porn and objectionable and/or copyrighted material and therefore violated you know who's the asshole's user agreement ( I started blogging there when Arthur still had it) and they reserve the right to boot anyone off they want....etc....etc... WHATEVER. That leads me to post my very favorite Walleye Man "article"...
"Right after I get my drug, I have a burst of energy, don't want to sleep and usually get a hard on immediately as the drug is going into my veins. Sometimes I wonder what I would be like if I felt that great all the time- I think it scares me." Tony Walleye 10/13/05
Well... now I have to tell you...that scares me a lot too.
Jambo!! I am always amazed at what my Daily Note from the Universe says...always perfect timing...here is my note for today:
Clance', It's always been my intention that one day you'd inherit the earth, have dominion over all things, and thoroughly kick butt. How does today sound? Think of it, The Universe
You can get your own daily note's here at Tut's Adventurer's Club. It's an awesome organization. Tally Ho!!
Thoughts really do Create Things! Think good ones! Think fun ones! Dare to Dream and Act on those Dreams!!
Well here is the new home where you have my permission to say anything you want. If I don't like it, I will delete it and not my blog host. Thank all of you for your caring and support. I intend to build a strong and united team here. Never fuck with a Scotch Irish Red head who's already grumpy, hot flashing ( I call it POWER SURGING) on Thanksgiving Day. Now I will begin Blog hopping to grab links for da blahhhhhhhhgggggg.
Name: Clance McClannahan Home: Somewhere out there...where dreams come true., OR, United States What is behind this gate?: Seer, Prophetess and Diva Goddess of the Lug Nutz, Pastor of The Church of the Great Oval.
Age: Between #48 and #88, impatient with ages #2 and #5, most of the time pushing #20.
I am an outspoken NASCAR Extreme Fan. I alway have something to say, ranging from 0 -180 and back on the IQ scale, in 6 seconds flat.
All of my NASCAR predictions are based on the Astrological charts of each driver. Albert Einstein occasionally channels advice when I least expect it. I am not responsible in any way for anything he says while he is dead. I am also fairly sure there is a conspiracy by Aliens to take over NASCAR.
Sassing back is welcomed and encouraged.
The Church of the Great Oval is a NASCAR blog honoring the
Sacred Sport of NASCAR providing general commentary on NASCAR related topics and weekly race predistions based on the Astrological aspects of each race. Prediction and Driver
Horoscopes are generated using 12 noon as the approximatec birth time. This allows the closest astrological aspects possible without the actual birth times. All information
is technically "Un-official", and accuracy cannot be guaranteed. "Still around the corner may wait, A new road, or a secret gate."
~ J. R. R. Tolkien
This is a fake counter to give fake stats. Well not exactly fake. It should be accurate from today. There is a hidden stat counter and IP logger that I have always had on this blog so don't think I don't know you were here, even if you don't leave a comment. I do. I even know your IP address. Muahhaha...Don't worry tho, if my stats show me you were here for two hours, I do not assume you found my blog that interesting. I assume you opened another window and forgot to close the one you had my blog open on. I won't accuse you of lurking. I am not that interesting.
Everything really does happen for a reason. When we are at a Crossroad and have to make a choice, we need to look at the Road Signs of Syncronicity. All of them. Sometimes the signs are confusing. Sometimes we have to look at the signs that have been there along the way for years. Put the links together. 
