| I'm outta here! |
| 01.09.05 (2:30 pm) |
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This will be my last post here. I'm moving over to http://www.spiritblog.net. Come over and check out the new site! Actually, it looks just like this site right now.....
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| Help Me!!! |
| 01.07.05 (1:41 pm) |
I have a beautiful mixed vegetable dish marinating in my kitchen. It's time to put it on the grill. But the mother-in-law and my contractor are in the kitchen commiserating over their love lives or lack thereof. They are between me and my food.
The contractor did not show up until 5:30. That's PM. Now his son is working hard downstairs and he's in my kitchen talking to the dreaded mother-in-law and blocking my food.
I'm reluctant to go out there because I do not want to get sucked into their universe.
Yes, the husband just came home. He'll break it up. I'm going to eat.
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| Gaia email |
| 01.07.05 (1:32 pm) |
I read the coolest post today at Was It The Pagan Remark? (link on the right). It is from an article at Witchvox. Here's a excerpt to make you think...
Email From Gaia
by Tree Higgins
Suppose everyone in the world, including heads of state and corporate suit types, woke up this morning and found an email from Earth sitting in their Inbox. What would it say? Maybe it would read like this:
To: All Humans
From: Gaia (Earth for all you non-Pagans who don't know my name!)
Re: Being Neighborly
How are you? I've been meaning to get in touch with you since you came on board but have been busy taking care of this and that. Anyway, welcome to the world! I've been watching you since you were cute furry little creatures and did cool tricks in trees but just haven't gotten around to greeting you. Sorry about that. I have been busy saying good- bye to many other species that seem to be disappearing with increasing frequency. Perhaps you might have notice since it seems to happen a lot wherever you all go. Just so you know, there is no celestial garbage pick-up in your neighborhood so you might want to think about making your own arrangements in handling your waste products. (BTW, throwing everything in a bucket and dumping that bucket into a bigger bucket and then into a large hole in the ground is not an acceptable management system!) Some of your neighbors have complained about your mishandling of your waste. In fact, several amphibians have emailed me about two-headed offspring and they are getting quite irate about it. Seems family reunions are becoming strained and there is that extra mouth to feed! I hate to sound like a whiner but there is another issue about noise. Would you please kill each other more quietly? I really don't mind you blowing up your cities but I am getting a bit of a tummy-ache in my middle and my eyes are burning when I first wake up.
Well, welcome to the world! Pay attention to the rules and the rewards are exquisite!
Blessings,
Gaia
Sounds a bit silly, doesn't it? However, if Earth could speak loudly to the world, Her complaints would certainly be many and most of them directed at Homo sapiens.
Want to read more? Look here ---- http://www.witchvox.com/va/dt...
There is also a great list of pagan blogs here --- http://hearthnhomewitcher y.tr...
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| stories |
| 01.07.05 (6:57 am) |
I read a lot and I have a lot of story ideas floating around in my head. But I haven't written anything recently. Today I found a disk with the beginnings of several stories I have written on it. I had forgotten all about several of them. I went through and read them all. I was surprised. They were actually pretty good. I liked several of the characters and laughed at the appropriate places. I even got mad at myself once. One story that I had forgotten about starts with a woman cleaning out her grandparents' house. She finds a quilt and a diary that starts "Maddie - June 1, 1932. We buried Mother today." End of what I had written. I have no idea what was supposed to happen from there. I want to know what happens and how it relates to the introduction. I'm going to have to think about this some more and write more so I know.
I usually write for a few days and then get frustrated because I think its no good and then stop. That's why I'm so surprised about how good they are.
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| Fun for dogs and cats of all ages.... |
| 01.06.05 (3:50 am) |
You know that game that kids play where they take ahold of a baseball bat and then go hand over hand until they reach the end? We play a version of that here. All you need is two cats and a Pomeranian. I'm the bat.
It starts whenever I let the dog come up on the bed. She then lays down on me. This is a signal to the cats that the game as begun. The goal now is to lay down on the best human real estate. Apparently, that is as close to my face as possible. But, you don't just plop down there. No, there is finesse and skill involved in this game. You lay down as close as possible to the animal already there but marginally closer to my face. The game moves on in fits and starts as the animal now farthest away gets up, walks around everyone else, and lays down closer to my face. It generally ends when Powder, the undisputed feline world champion of this game, lays down right across my face causing me to spit calico hair for hours.
As the vehicle for this game of unending fun I put one rule in place. No teeth, no claws. This is competitive, people. There needs to be limits. The cats love the dog. They think she is soft and cuddly and they want to pet her. The feeling is not mutual. I think this stems from the dog's knowledge that in an ideal world cats would not be bigger than her. So the cats rub up against her luxuriously and reach out and touch her fur with their paws. This just pisses her off. So she shows teeth. This has no effect on the cats whatsoever but since my body is the scene of the conflict I don't want it to escalate. Hence, the no teeth rule. But, sometimes when the cats are petting her, they just can't help it, the claws come out. If the claws come out then the dog is allowed to show teeth. She knows this corollary to the rule well. You can sometimes see her looking at the cats like, "Go ahead. Bring out the claws. Make my day." But most of the time she has to close her eyes and turn her head away because if she looks at them she'll just have to snap at the them. The only way to resist the temptation is to pretend they aren't even there.
This game can be made even more fun by the human trying to watch TV or for the ultimate in self-expression try to artisically crush the human's reading material while moving into position.
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| fire |
| 01.04.05 (2:01 pm) |
As if training a horse doesn't have enough inherent drama at times, today we added fire! The farrier was at the trainer's barn and he was using a grinder to reshape shoes. Grinder + metal shoes = lots and lots of sparks. This was happening about 10 feet away from the arena. You could see it through a small door. My normally unflappable horse had a meltdown. All I have to say is that I'm glad it was the trainer on her at the time and not me.
Prize: "What the.... Oh My God! The barn's on fire!!!!!!" BOLTS PAST THE OPEN DOOR. "Ok, that's better. Now, trot, trot, trot, head down, trot.... Oh @#$@#$% it's still on fire!!!!!!! We better get out of here!!!!!"
Personally, I think this shows good sense and sound judgement just like the time she didn't think she should get close to the longhorn bull. But the trainer sees this as a learning opportunity. He would make her stand and face it until she relaxed. Then he would make her take one step forward and then relax. She'd do it and then they'd start around the ring again. One or two laps would go well but then she'd start thinking again.
Prize: "I'm sorry but this doesn't seem like a terribly good idea to be in here when the barn is on fire." BOLT "I mean, does this seem safe to you?" BOLT
Eventually the farrier finished and the horse settled back down. I'm sure she thought that all the humans around her had totally lost their minds.
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| lessons of 2004 |
| 01.03.05 (3:05 pm) |
I've been considering writing a post about how I changed in the past year. I just read KLBGreene's excellent post on this topic (http://klbgreene.tblog.com) so now I'm inspired.
In the past year I learned that I can lose weight if I put my mind to it. I'm starting 2005 15 lbs. lighter than 2004.
I've found an expression of my spirituality that fits me.
As a result of the spirituality I am more in tune with the seasons than I ever have been. Instead of dreading the coming of winter I accepted it (and even welcomed it) as part of the cycle. The time change didn't even bother me like it always has before.
I pay attention to the phases of the moon even though I don't celebrate the Esbats.
I've become a hundred times more confident in my horse and my riding by having her trained and taking lessons.
I've learned about the addiction of blogging and reading other people's blogs.
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| my new schedule |
| 01.03.05 (5:52 am) |
Today I start my new schedule at work. I was whining around Thanksgiving about the people at work driving me insane. The boss is bipolar and is slowly but surely heading into a depression. I think it's going to be a bad one. The major sign is that he'll just walk out in the middle of appointments. He thinks that's ok because he always has a (lame) excuse and because I'm there to do the work for both of us. So I decided to quit but that just didn't feel right. See, I'm way too nice of a person and I felt bad. They just had another fill-in vet quit and they can't get anyone to replace her. So if I left they'd really be in a bind. I decided to reduce my hours. Either that or quit.
The boss's counter-offer? Change the days I work. But, I'm not stupid and I realized that if I changed to different days that would mean I was actually working one hour more. Plus that would mean two whole days with the receptionists that get on my nerves. No way. So, we decided to do half a day Monday and all day Wednesday. That still puts me with the mean receptionists but not for two whole days. That gets me off the day of working with the boss so he can't dump things on me.
The receptionists are mad. They know that days with the boss are going downhill fast. They see me bailing out and are not happy. At first of course they accused me of being a horrible lazy person. That's when I informed them that this was a compromise position to quitting. That shut them up for a few hours. Then they started back up again. One told me that I was "just being difficult like a child." See, why I hate working with them? They then declared that they were going to make my 1.5 days "a living hell." How sweet.
But I'm happy and at this point that's all I care about. If this doesn't work out I will quit with a clear mind because I tried to work things out. I have been terribly productive on my half day home. I've played on the computer and cleaned stalls. I tried to buy a sidesaddle on EBay. Now I'm going to do yoga. I have a feeling I'll need a nice Zen mindset to deal with people today.
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| diet tracker |
| 01.02.05 (5:24 am) |
I've put a diet tracker over on the right not because I expect anyone else to care but because I will have to look at it every day. It should keep me motivated. At the tracker site you had the option to track your weight loss or to track your actual weight. I didn't want to be THAT open to the world so tracking weight loss it is.
It's in the 50s today. I'd like to go for a bike ride since it will probably be at least March before we can consider doing that around here again without freezing parts of our anatomy off and slipping on the ice.
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| Sammy |
| 01.01.05 (5:21 am) |
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Here's my Sammy Bunny. He's not really that fat. He's just all scrunched up. I wish I could use that excuse when I look way fat in pictures.
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| my yoga room |
| 01.01.05 (5:13 am) |
Imagine this. You enter my yoga and meditation room from a door on the left hand side of the wall. Straight ahead you see a wall unit spanning the width of the room. On the right and left sides of it there are bookcases. They have closed shelving on the bottom and then have open bookcases on the top. They go from floor to ceiling. Connecting the two bookcases is a table. it is draped in a flowing fabric with a warm, inviting print. Indian, maybe? This center table serves as an altar. There is a special bowl holding sand that supports incense. There are candles and maybe some small figurines that have special significance. On the right hand bookcase there is a small TV to play yoga tapes and DVDs. The room is lit by indirect lighting coming from the floor lamp behind the comfy chair to the right. A yoga mat is on the floor. The yoga props live under the altar hidden behind the fabric. There is an overwhelming feeling of calmness and serenity to the room. It is a warm cocoon that wraps you in peace and invites you to stay.
This is what it looks like right now.
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Just so y'all don't think poorly of me I don't usually live this messy. But remember I'm under construction on the other side of the basement so things are a bit of a shambles. But that is my someday-to-be yoga room. Just make a wall across the front of that alcove to separate it from the main room and there it is. My sanctuary. With a lock on the inside of the door so no one can bother me.
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