Wednesday, May 14, 2008

  • WOW!

    Yesterday morning I had 40,000 credits - when I woke today, I'm just a couple short of 45,000.  I never expected anything like the outpouring that took place here and I'm stunned.  THANK YOU!

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    I have a nasty cold.  My sinuses are so congested that I kept waking myself up with snoring.  So I didn't sleep well last night.  I woke this morning to the sound of Michael taking out the trash without being asked.

    Not only that but he was showered, dressed, had eaten his breakfast and had already made his lunch.

    I asked him if he remembered to put the bandaids over the blisters on his feet that have been cause for me to drive him to school for a week.  He said, "No, but I'm wearing the same socks as yesterday because they still have ointment on them"

    Then he saw the look on my face and started saying, "I was just kidding, I'm developing a sense of humor ... ha .. ha ... see you later!"

    Tucker is teasing the cat.  He gets Joe all wound up so he's running through the apartment like his tail is on fire and then Tucker ducks into his room and hides which REALLY freaks out the cat.  Tucker says, "I'm lucky he doesn't have exposable thumbs ..."

    Tina's son, Ben, is graduating from High School this afternoon.  I want to go but I really don't feel well.  If my cold meds can give me relief, I'll meet the gang for the pre-graduation lunch and give Ben his card.  If I'm still headachey and achey, I'm going to console myself with the knowledge that I can give it to him on Sunday.  I feel confident that although he would like to have a huge cheering section, he'll be okay with getting the present. 

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    If I don't go to the graduation festivities, I'll hang out here and participate in the Welcome Wagon for a couple of hours   I'm almost halfway there!  Thank you my friends. 

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

  • Momi on a Mission

    I want Xanga lifetime.

    SO - I'm trying to earn enough credits to get there. I'm sure that some of you have noticed that I've had incredibly generous friends who give me 1000 eprops on blogs that are ... well, lets face it.  They aren't all that superior.  They've been giving me the mini's to help me in my quest. 

    Xanga is kind of cheap.  Whenever someone leaves me a 1000 eprop mini, I get 100 credits.  But still, that's 100 closer to my goal!

    I'm at 40,414 as of this morning.

    It's taking longer than I had hoped to earn the credits.  I apparently am not the right demographic for most of the surveys that have been out there to help you earn 2,000 credits.  But I'm persistent. 

     

     

Monday, May 12, 2008

  • More of the Frolicking Friars

     Okay, this one is a bit more obscure.  Anyone here remember Depeche Mode?  Blasphemous Rumours?  My BFF, who is a music and media buff, didn't know this one.  But I'm including it here for your listening pleasure.  Without further ado, please welcome those wild and wooly monks performing their Gregorian Chant version of Blasphemous Rumours.

  • Presents From Kids

    Since yesterday was Mother's Day, my boys presented me with objects signifying their affections.  Michael, who has carefully observed over the past two and a half weeks as I've made good use of my insomnia to finish 17 of the books in my "to be read" pile, gave me a book mark.  He encouraged me to set a book aside long enough to actually use it. 

    Tucker gave me an oil painting that he's been working on.  We talked about how the painting should be framed.  Where it should be hung.  And then he said, "And when I move out, I'll want to take it with me so I can remember you." 

    But in the meantime, I can enjoy it all I want. 

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Saturday, May 10, 2008

  • It Caught Me

    I spent most of my morning from the time I woke at 4 crying.  It was a strange surreal kind of crying.  I've just finished the study of A New Earth so I was very conscious of what was going on inside my head.  And it wasn't like anything that made sense to me.  I wasn't rehearsing past pains.  I wasn't telling myself how awful things are or how scary they might be.

    I was just crying.  It was like coming in late to a silent film with some character crying but lacking any context that would reveal why.  Finally, and it took a while, but finally after it was pointed out to me that I have gone through multiple ups and downs lately, I decided that I didn't need a reason, apparently all the twists and turns had me wound up, and my body needed a means to release all that emotional stuff. 

    I didn't feel any better or worse after I was done, but I did feel hungry.  I wanted a pecan shortbread cookie.  So I made a pot of coffee and with careful attention to each present moment, I dipped cookies into the coffee and nibbled them a little bit at a time until I wasn't hungry anymore.

    Then I went to my bed with a new book.  But after a few minutes of not being comfortable and remembering that the kids' doctor warned us all of the danger of lying on our bed for any reason other than sleeping, I moved back out to the living room in the midst  of the kids, cats and chaos. 

    Joe the cat curled up next to me in an unJoelike display of gentle affect. 

    I don't know if I feel better now, I guess it would depend on the comparison point.  I feel better than I did when I was crying, or at least I feel more peaceful.  I don't feel any more or less agitated than I have all week, but I do feel tired. 

    I realize that it was a kindness for my boss to give me advance notice, but now I wish I didn't know.  I wish I didn't have to continue doing this job anymore.  I just want it to be over.  I don't feel like I owe them anything else at this point.  But that hasn't prevented them asking me for more. 

    Tucker had an awards luncheon at school yesterday.  He got a ribbon for the Most Improved Behavior.  And he so got to my heart.  When I arrived, his teacher greeted me with some surprise and told me that Tucker had told her that he didn't really expect me to show up.  He had told her that I needed to work. 

    When he saw me he was obviously both surprised and delighted.  He gave me a big hug, led me with pride to the special place he had prepared for me to sit, and showed me the things that have been important to him in this room.  There's the Golden Labrador, Junior, who comes to the school on Tuesdays and Thursdays to "help" in the Special Ed department.  Junior has been specially trained for working with special needs children and he's very good at sitting still while one of them holds on to him and cries. 

    One of the teachers had offered the kids their choice of some carved hematite pendants and strung them on necklaces.  Tucker chose a turtle and was very pleased to have it along with the explanation that turtles are an important symbol in Native American cultures representing the power of long life and persistence.

    After the awards were presented, Tucker mentioned that the Book Fair was in the library.  He pulled out a crumpled paper and showed me the titles he'd written down.  Then he said, "I'll understand if I can't have these, I know you took off time to come here today so you earned less money and we're trying to save ..."

    Some things, even if you understand? they still hurt.

    I thanked him for the list, and went straight to the book fair where I bought the two books he asked for and then because one of them was the first in a series I bought the next two books to go with it.  Before I left the school, I dropped them off at his classroom so he could enjoy having them as a treat. 

    Now that I have both caffeine and cookies in my system, I think I'll go do some chores.

Friday, May 09, 2008

  • Holy Folicking Friars

    My brother knows that I like Gregorian chants.  In fact on a scale that ranges from "smell of skunk" to "chocolate while PMSing" my Gregorian chant appreciation falls just slightly short of relaxing in a bubble bath with a glass of champagne and a good book.  So when David called and offered me an mp3 of some happy frolicking friars doing a cover of Queen's Pressure, I wasn't much likely to say "no". 

    And now I'm in a sharing mood!  Enjoy

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

  • The Zen of Skin

    For every ailment under the sun
    There is a remedy, or there is none;
    If there be one, try to find it;
    If there be none, never mind it.

    I watched the last installment of Oprah and Eckhart's discussion of "A New Earth" last night.  There were many profound statements about joy, accetance, enthusiasm and the like.  But the thing that made the biggest impression on me was when Oprah asked on behalf of all the curious how old Eckhart is.

    I'll admit, I've been curious because he has this timeless quality about him.  I had decided that he might be about my age, or a tad younger.  (I'll be 45 in June.)  No, the man is 60 years old.  His skin is smooth, his eyes are clear, he has almost no wrinkles, and his hair is thick and brown.  He's 60.

    If being zen keeps you looking like that?  Sign me up.

    New rule, from here on out, when someone cuts me off in traffic, I will hear the sound of one hand clapping and I will think to myself, "peace, joy, and good skin"

    Did I mention that the man is 60?!?

     

     

Monday, May 05, 2008

  • *updated*

    stars  

    I ordered glow in the dark stars.  I said that I was getting them for Tucker, and he will definitely get some on his ceiling, but I ordered a second set for me.  How cool will that be to turn out the lights and enjoy my night sky? 

    Looking now for a start chart so I can put real constellations on his ceiling.  For me?  I don't care, I just want the pretty.

    ** The pack of stars was $6.95 and each pack comes with five sheets of decals.  I bought two packs, but one would have been enough for two rooms.  I ordered them from www.scientificsonline.com - they were shipped via UPS and arrived within a week of my placing the order.  Can't wait to get them up and install a blacklight in my room. 

Sunday, May 04, 2008

  • The Revenge of Little Men

    So I ran across this story* while browsing through the headlines yesterday. 

    "Penis Theft Panic Hits City .."

    It appears that a number of men are accusing others of being sorcerers who have the power to curse.  As proof, they display their shrunken, stunted, puny, little ... "members" ... The accused sorcerers are then attacked by lynch mobs determined to do them in before they have opportunity to rob others of their ... "vitality".

    Does it not seem at all likely that MAYBE these accusers were little to start with?

     

    I couldn't fix the link so I've copied and pasted the entire story below.  With apologies to Reuters ...

     

    *Penis theft panic hits city..

    By Joe Bavier

    KINSHASA (Reuters) - Police in Congo have arrested 13 suspected sorcerers accused of using black magic to steal or shrink men's penises after a wave of panic and attempted lynchings triggered by the alleged witchcraft.

    Reports of so-called penis snatching are not uncommon in West Africa, where belief in traditional religions and witchcraft remains widespread, and where ritual killings to obtain blood or body parts still occur.

    Rumors of penis theft began circulating last week in Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo's sprawling capital of some 8 million inhabitants. They quickly dominated radio call-in shows, with listeners advised to beware of fellow passengers in communal taxis wearing gold rings.

    Purported victims, 14 of whom were also detained by police, claimed that sorcerers simply touched them to make their genitals shrink or disappear, in what some residents said was an attempt to extort cash with the promise of a cure.

    "You just have to be accused of that, and people come after you. We've had a number of attempted lynchings. ... You see them covered in marks after being beaten," Kinshasa's police chief, Jean-Dieudonne Oleko, told Reuters on Tuesday.

    Police arrested the accused sorcerers and their victims in an effort to avoid the sort of bloodshed seen in Ghana a decade ago, when 12 suspected penis snatchers were beaten to death by angry mobs. The 27 men have since been released.

    "I'm tempted to say it's one huge joke," Oleko said.

    "But when you try to tell the victims that their penises are still there, they tell you that it's become tiny or that they've become impotent. To that I tell them, 'How do you know if you haven't gone home and tried it'," he said.

    Some Kinshasa residents accuse a separatist sect from nearby Bas-Congo province of being behind the witchcraft in revenge for a recent government crackdown on its members.

    "It's real. Just yesterday here, there was a man who was a victim. We saw. What was left was tiny," said 29-year-old Alain Kalala, who sells phone credits near a Kinshasa police station.

    (Editing by Nick Tattersall and Mary Gabriel)

     

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