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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

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    In a New Mexico cemetery - “Here lies Johnny Yeast,  pardon me for not rising”.





    Happy Thanksgiving's Eve.  Spending the Holiday alone is becoming a tradition for me.
    It's not one that I dislike. I miss the ham and the turkey and the dressing and the pecan pie...
    but I certainly don't need any of those and I 'm sure if confronted with them I would  end up
     making myself miserable. Just thinking about makes me feel overstuffed.


    I have a new job. It's very different than the last. I think it's a training ground and one that
     I'm excited to be challenged in. It's scary too. I find that I am at best adequate for the job.
     I have already messed up twice that I know of.  One embarrassingly so and the other is my secret.


    I have a cool boss too. She had to work with me all day today. Just me, her and the student.
     She politely listened to my "ideas" all day. I finally shut up after she sighed with the slightest
    hint of annoyance and said "Write a proposal"


    Ohh boy! A Proposal!       (*)  (*)
                                                  ()

    I do think she liked the idea of having local artist's work on commission. 
     
    ( Just wait till she sees my headstones)


    So, I've been thinking about learning Spanish for a long time now.
      I haven't learned much more than I knew last year or two years ago.
     Pretty pitiful.  I've started listening to Spanish radio or tv for 15 minutes
     everyday for five days. I don't think I've learned much more than I knew
     5 days ago
    .      Es una lástima que yo soy como un pez.
      



        


    Mi novio ha estado mintiendo a mí.
    No puedo creer que iba a durar
     tanto tiempo. Pero tengo la prueba! He encontrado una foto en la cámara.
     Una imagen de mí y yo soy un culo gordo. Siguió jurando que yo no estaba
    . Que yo era hermosa y sexy y que le gustaba mis bubis. Pero ¿cómo puede
     seguir diciendo que cuando tengo una prueba innegable? Él me ama.
     Él es tan dulce.
    Yo le perdono.





     






Friday, 14 May 2010

  • May 14, 2010


    May 14, 2010

    Hey!

    What's been going on?

    It's the same ol here.

    It's overcast, humid, and 80. Predictions of heavy rainfall and storms and it has been for days. bleh. The back of my car is packed with camping supplies. I have three days off work and am dying to get outta here.  Xanga seems like a good place to lay it all down but, I can't. You see, I've been hanging out over at Facebook and I've met some people over there. People who have Farmville and I like Farmville and I think I'm in love with  Farmville. I can just be me there. I'm sorry, but you just can't compete  .............. but there's no place like Xanga to write a blog.

    A person can write what they really feel or write about nothing at all and your whole hometown won't read it. I miss the more intimate feel of this place.

    Plus, I can change colors mid-stream. :)

    My 5th grader has taken a new turn. It's fascinating to see his life unfold and  it's scary.  I don't know if I'm ready for this. I pray for strength to get through the teen years.
      For days he's been walking around the house like a zombie.  He wouldn't tell me what was wrong no matter how many times I asked. After much coxing and manipulation (with humor of course) he passed me a handwritten hint.  It was a video he wanted me to watch.

     
               SOUL EATER 



    That was my hint for the night. I still didn't really get it. It was a scary premise; Soul Eaters and eternal death. Those guys where ugly too.
    But my son dragged around for another day and night so I had to intervene once more. We had a hand written conversation about the soul. He was worried that his number was up soon and he was thinking of working for the Grim Reaper.  I told him that Reaper could not be worked with and that I was the closet you come to working for the  Reaper in this reality . ( An attempt at a joke. He kinda smiled but rolled his eyes.)

     He was worried mostly that his soul would die. I told him that the soul was eternal but he disagreed quoting the Angels he had talked to last night. I countered that it was eternal life for some and eternal death for others and that we had soul insurance. At this one he almost laughed out loud.  I told him that I knew that he good and that God has already spoken for his soul and I apologized for being negligent on the subject. I told him that I knew that he was special from the moment of conception, and that he was born to be a strong and compassionate leader; that if he had any other questions about the soul to ask me or to talk to his Grandfather.
    He then told me that a spirit had been with him for the past few days and that it was X. X has been around our household awhile.  He asked if I thought X was his guardian angel and my son looked at me with such hope and with a sparkle in his eye and he looked right then like that little boy he was at 4 years old.

    "Yes. Yes that is who X is and you have many others."

    Sometimes the weight of the blessing of being a mom breaks my heart in two. It's scary to know that I am the leader and the teacher of these two boys.  Thank God I have help.  I wonder what they will hold against me. I worry that I will go wrong and lead them down some muddy creek that leads to a marshy bog and giant blood sucking mosquitoes will kill us all.  I struggle to just do my job sometimes. The job of being a mom requires so much patience and I'm short on that often.  But I'm glad I got to have some input on this question in my son's life. His mind is wrestling with questions of the soul and I have to tell you, this makes me so very proud.

    I had do do some brushing up myself.      What is the Soul and is it Eternal?


    My word for the day:  Focus









Monday, 22 March 2010

  • It's Spring!

    These two men decided to head out West to dig up a fortune in gold. They had been at it for weeks ,when one says to the other, "I'm thirsty. We've been diggin long enough. Let's go get a beer."

    So the pair walk into the Saloon and head to the bar. The barkeep says "What will it be?"

    The one guy says, "We won't two beers but we don't have any money."

    The bartender shakes his head. "I can't sell you a beer if you don't have any money."

    "There must be something we could pay ya! We've been here for 3 weeks now just diggin. We're tired. We're hungry and we need a beer. What can we do?"

    The bartender leans in closer and says if you'll bring me an Indian scalp, Ill give you all the beer you can drink."

    This sounds like a good idea to the thirsty men.

    They ride off into Indian territory.  They see the light of a campfire off in the distance and slow down. They stealthy sneak up to a single Indian and scalp him dead.

    Later that night the bar was closing and the two slowly careen out of the doors and flop onto their horses. They ride out until they fall off and pass out cold.

    The next morning, one wakes up and looks around. They are surrounded by 5,000 Indians in war paint and weapons. The guy shakes the other awake and says" Shhh. Don't speak now, but I think we're about to be millionaires."



    (Complements of J.D.)


    ^ Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum: February 2010



    cabinet guy's stained glass Persephone.

     












Saturday, 13 February 2010

  • February 13, 2010


       That's a boring title for a blog. Certainly won't jump out and grab a reader, and that's okay.  I've always heard that it's the quality that matters and I think that includes friends or,it especially counts for friends.


    First the news:   Dallas was swept by a huge snow storm.  It broke three records with twelve and a half feet of snow in some places.  It closed schools. Cracked trees , caved in roofs and knocked out electricity but it was beautiful.

      It was  fun for awhile.  I got to throw some snowballs and the kids made snowmen. Now, the snow is melting and everything is  water water water and still some snow.  My feet are still tingling as they thaw out from a day of wading through the mess! But today, leaving work, I saw the promise behind the snow. It was sweet and simple and I think we are in for a beautiful Spring. 




          I will have my camera out and be ready for this Spring.



    In more personal news:  I don't know whether to feel bad about this one.  Maybe I should feel bad or maybe it was another case of divine justice. i don't know but, this morning I was thinking of ways and reasons to go over to my old job. I thought about just dropping in, maybe ask for a price list and look weasel brain in the eye and slap his bitch too. Ya know, rub it in.

    So I get to work and see that we have a delivery to make to them. Of course I volunteer.

    I get there. I have to walk through mud and snow in high heels and pantyhose but I don't care cause I'm about to say my hellos to frenemies.

      I was even better than I could have hoped for, ya'll.   They were in the dark. Literally. I saw Old Bitch Face and she asked me how I liked my new job. I told her " I feel like it's a reward for working here for a year" and walked out the door. I went into my old office. It of course was the only room lit and  still running , no doubt by Chuck power alone, but he was there on a weekend looking none to happy and all too stressed and none of his staff was there. The directors were sitting at the desk doing their own work. Some had their jogging suits on.  Oh Chillins, it was wile.

    (Sigh) But it was nice to see some of the guys and gals and catch up.

    I have given up the anger with them.  Really I have.

    So, should I feel bad about feeling this good over my enemies misfortune?


     I should pray for them.  


































    I'm getting closer to the 222. I think I may have found an answer. I had to look into old Hebrew which is the first palce I should have been looking. But a simple translation is a blessing of the firstborn.  The 222 characters form a Hebrew word when read as alphabetic characters in Hebrew. It says firstborn and then something about the angel Uriel.


      


























    I've got vague plans for my 36th birthday (Feb. 19) I want to go to the wax musuem and Ripley's and the hall of mirrors. They  are all in one place. I would love it if you'd join me there on Saturday. I want to bake some lasagna and maybe get some cappochino icecream that night.  I want my camera. A big bag. And some Bert's Bees Lip Balm in fig or raisin.  I want a great  year cause you can only do 36 once.

    I think 42nd is planned.  It includes a trip to San Diego for a new tatoo and fresh sushi.

    But right now I have to go watch a movie with the kids and Babe and will probably end up falling fast asleep. 

    Happy Valentine's Day tomorrow.



Sunday, 17 January 2010

  • Went to the Mall, bought a new suit and a pair of chimpanzees

      This whole blog thing is tougher than you'd think.  Mostly because I don't have that much to say and then when I do hit on something interesting I get tied down by what you might think about the words I use or the phrases I turn.

    Today was an okay day. It was cloudy and wet and cool but not the bone chilling we got a week ago. It's warm enough not to have a fire.  We've got lots of wood should it decide to get cold again. 

    I really need to get a new coat.  I've been searching on line and have seen many coats but none that moved me. I maybe ready to part with the money when I have it. But not this week. I suppose a good winter coat is an investment and the sales will be greater as the days move to Spring.

    uh.


    We  found a new student at work and he has worked out. Finally.  Now I am working 40 and making a little bit more an hour. I'll start sitting in with other directors and learning how to write contracts and doing the stuff you need a license to do. I'll never get rich by being a funeral director. I could pay the bills and take a vacation every year........... But!  You never know what doors will open and I'm not too shy to knock on a few.


    ....

    Well, let's see, happening in the world tonight....

    The Haiti earthquake. That's a bad deal. I saw Mrs. Obama in what I think is her first public service announcement.  ( The spell check does not recognize Obama. Perhaps I should update...let's see... Reagan, Clinton, Bush, ...nope, those all pass. )  I try not to watch the news on stuff like that.  I know that I should not turn a blind eye on the suffering of others but all the media coverage is blinding me.  I would rather be one of those people who flew out and got right in the middle of it and did what they could to help. I am one of those people who can not do that so I'll just give to the fund.  I feel like I have to now.  Mrs. Obama asked me to and she's even made it so that all I have to do is text "Haiti to 90999 and she will receive my ten dollar donation. So far, 10 million dollars have been raised but it may take up to 90 days before Haiti get the money. People have to pay their phone bills first.   My grandmother pays her bills 10 days early.  I pay mine 10 days late.

    Anyways,

    What's going on with you?







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