Folowing Taz...

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.

March-ing on.

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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The endo finale GRANDE AMEN.

The "Other things" Mystery...

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 season is 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.

Oops...

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...

FOXSports.com - TonyStewart.com- Tony Stewart gets hearse back from SPEED Channel's Unique Whips

FOXSports.com - TonyStewart.com- Tony Stewart gets hearse back from SPEED Channel's Unique Whips

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!!

February

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**

Redneck Jam

I love redneck stuff...
Gopher Central Blogs

Thank you ALL!!

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.

Getting older...

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.

Cat's

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.

Identity Crisis

I am having a blog template identity crisis...bear (bare) with me.

Who makes up this stuff?

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.

Signs along the side of The Road

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.

Pay attention to the Signs on the Road.


Now, as Always, I am off...
On a Quest...

TALLY HO!! JAMBO!!

I'm IT.

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 places you've lived:
1. Cripple Creek, CO also see here.
2. Joseph, OR
3. Ione - Metaline Falls, WA
4. I hate Boise i-DUH-ho ( Boise Inversion Picture or what the weather is like in the winter and why I am like a dying plant in Dec and Jan)

Four places you have been on vacation:
1.Mesa Verde National Park, CO
2. Sedona, AZ
3. Mt Shasta, CA
4. Machu Picchu, Peru

Four websites you visit daily
1. Tut's Adventurer's Club
2. Daily OM
3. NASCAR.com
4. The Miracle Times

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.
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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 tag Rocky and MAD...

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.

Here In The Hills

Here In The Hills
Wow!! Go take a look at this ladys cacti garden. Wow again....

Phobia's

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.

My Birthday List...the beginning

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 this bad.
Really.

Post.

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.