What a day I’ve had, kids! It helps to get focused early in the morning because I whipped through three readings I had on my To-Do list and did a whole bunch of woo-woo business related stuff. Five hours – just like that. It was great, though. And I got *the most lovely* compliment on a reading I did for someone. It was so touching that it made me cry (but in a good way). I’m going to print it out and put it in my journal for keeps.
Also, new post over on Practically Intuitive about how even intuitives need guidance once in a while.
So, yeah. I promised Gal I’d write a post about the Money Manifesting program I have been doing for the past two months. It was created by Andrea Hess at Empowered Soul. Andrea also created and facilitated the Soul Realignment work that I’ve studied in the past. She’s a dynamo – full of ideas and processes. I’m amazed at all she’s done in a short period of time to bring big concepts down so they are easier to understand. Big work!
I will explain the concept in a nutshell (because, truly, there is much more to it) and share with you what I’ve done with it.
Basically, it’s this: In order to manifest money (which is really just energy), you have to assign it an energetic address. For example, let’s say that you want to manifest $1000 and have said that this amount of money in your bank account would make you feel relieved, or joyful or whatever emotion you choose. Once you’ve figured that part out, then you have to do some real down-to-earth things to bring that energy into your life more.
So, if you’ve chosen joy as your energetic address, you start to think of things that make you feel joyful – that bring more joy into your life. And you do as many of those things as you can. That lifts you automatically into that energy. And since you’ve said $1000 = joy, then those dollars will come through. The hitch is – you have to do the real life actions to create that energetic state for yourself to attract the money.
(Mind you, I am taking 100 pages of her work and sifting it down to one paragraph so bear with me if it’s not too clear yet.)
My experience
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Saturday 9: Everybody is a Star
1. Did you ever think that you’d be a star? If yes, doing what?
Nope, I never did. I don’t think I have the thick skin it takes to be out in front of anything. I’m content not being a star. Truly.
2. Tell us about the last time you had a romantic dinner.
I don’t know if my memory goes that far back. (sigh)
3. Tell us about your worst job interview.
I interview pretty well so most of them were good although I did have one where I left shaking my head thinking I did awful. Come to find out, the bossman was quite impressed with me. I got the job but it was the worst 4 months of my life until I just left. I should have stayed with my gut feeling that it wasn’t the place for me. I found out the hard way.
4. Tell us about your stupidest date.
Let’s see – perhaps it was the one where the guy told me that he drove a stick shift because “women like the feel of a hard knob in their hand” – Oh my fucking God! He really did say that. This was in high school so perhaps I can cut him some slack. Still. Yikes!
5. How much in common do you think you should have with a romantic partner?
Oh, I don’t know. It all depends on the person. Ideally, I’d love to have lots in common with a potential romantic partner. For me, as long as we have similar values (or good enough bed thrashing wherein we did not discuss differing political views, for example), I’m okay with that.
6. Tell us about a favorite meme that you loved but no longer post.
I think I spent a year doing Thursday 13′s and loved it but ran out of ideas and got annoyed at others who posted shite like “13 things on my desk”. So, I bailed for a few years. Now and again, I may pick one but I think I prefer the memes like this and the Sunday Stealing ones that ask interesting questions.
7. How did you get into blogging?
The one and only Goddaughter of Love got me into it wayyy back in 2002. She said “I think you’ll like this.” and as usual, was right. If she were still walking the earth plane, she’d be blogging right alongside me.
8. Do you share all your fantasies with a significant other?
I have a very rich inner life and there are few who get invited into that space. If you do, consider yourself a very significant other indeed.
9. What change in your life would you like to happen this year?
The shift I am most hoping for (and working toward) is learning how to balance my mind and body. I am lopsided – leaning toward the mind portion so working on creating a balance between the two where we all live happily ever after.
As I was laying on the chiropractor’s padded bench, all I could think of was this Eddie routine. (Officially starts at 1:35 in but watch the first minute or so … pure Eddie)
(If you don’t want to watch it (and if you don’t, what is wrong with you) here’s the transcript to just that one section)
So I had to go see a chiropractor in New York, … And they crack your bones, that’s what they do, they crack your bones! And they take x-rays, but it’s pointless, because whatever is wrong with you… “You’ve got a bad back, I’m gonna crack your bones.†“You’ve got diphtheria, I’m gonna crack your bones.†“Your head’s come off! I’m gonna crack your bones.†“It looks like your mother! I’m going to crack your bones.”
So yeah … he cracked my bones and it felt GOOOOOOD. I have been to a chiropractor before but he did something totally different that felt like I was being ironed. It felt good but this was definitely different. After all kinds of tests and whatnot, he began with my neck and head and … well, cracked my bones! For whatever reason, I started giggling and then broke into laughter. I managed to stifle it as he continued pulling my leg (literally) and then leaned on me in some weird way. And yes, I paid him to do this for me.
Amazingly (to me), when I left, I felt ‘clear’ – that’s really the only word that described it. I know there’s more to do but that was a good start. And! I went to the gym both last night and tonight! Woo Hoo!
Gal, since you asked, I will post about my manifesting process over the weekend. I’ve got two eps of True Blood Season 1 left and I’m anxious to get watching it. It deserves its own post anyway. This leaving early crap gets in the way of my blogging and emailing. It’s quiet at work from 8:30-10 usually but limited net access is a drag. (At least I have net access, though. They only limit the fun stuff! hehe)
First off – did we all notice the luffly new section on the side with pictures of sekrit boyfriends? I especially love that one of Hal. There’s something very sweet about that photo. It makes me happy whenever I see it hence its placement on the Snarkypants wall of love (and sekrit boyfriends!).
Second off – Chiropractor today pinpointed issues of butt pain – tweakings and adjustments to follow. Hopefully, relief of some sort is on the way. He gave me some stuff called “BioFreeze” which was … interesting and cold.
Third off – I added a sidebar for the archives so you can see how far back these here blatherings go. Yep, 2002 it was. This will be my 8th year blogging – through good times and bad, I was writing. It’s a very interesting slog through my life.
In case you were wondering, I was just as ranty back in 2003.
Witness:
Okay, here’s the thing. There’s this guy that works at the Starbucks I frequent. He must be in his early 20s, sorta tall, big (in a Shrek kind of way) with this peculiar facial hair that reminds me of Bilbo Baggins or some hobbit like creature. Now, I have seen this guy in there before and I think he’s got some wicked-ass ADD or something because he cannot remember the customer’s order at all. They say it, he repeats it (incorrectly). They correct him, he says it wrong again and hopefully, the barrista person is there to hear it and get it right.
What annoys me most about this gentleman is this: when I go to Starbucks, mostly I take a book. One time, I was carrying a book as I approached the counter. ALL his attention was wrapped up in reading the title of this book. Like he goes into a trance or something, I don’t know. Recently, I was wearing my Eddie Izzard “Cake or Death†tshirt and went in there to order my usual (venti, no foam, extra hot latte). As I approached the counter, he blatantly stared at my chest.
Now, I know I’ve got the Ta-Ta’s of love going on (HAHAH) but must one be so blatant? But NOOOOOOO! He was in his trance reading my shirt. WTF? Dude! Just take my order and move on with your little (bizarro) life!
Fortunately, the chick behind the espresso machine recognized me so she knew my order despite him calling it out incorrectly. However, it took longer than expected to prepare so they gave me a coupon for a free beverage. YEY!
So yeah. Yesterday, before I met the Cousin O’Love for the Baltimore wedding shower road trip, I stopped you-know-where to redeem my coupon. Of course, Lord Doofus was at the register, all ready to read my shirt, my book and/or mess up my order. Since I wasn’t carrying a book and I was wearing a shirt with no writing on it, he was left to just mess up my order.
Venti
No Foam
EXTRA hot
latte
somehow made it to low fat, extra foam latte. NICE.
Okay, so I go to redeem my coupon and he says “Aren’t you going to buy anything?â€
I. BEG. YOUR. FUCKING. PARDON??????????
Despite my incredulity (is that a word? If not, I just made it up!) I said “Nope†and moved on over to get my foamy, no fat, barely lukewarm latte (my homegirl wasn’t behind the bar) but I was not a happy camper. Bad enough he stares at my tits (or not, as the case may be), spaces out to look at my book titles and gets my order wrong time and again. Now he’s got to badger me about how much I spend (or don’t) at Starbucks??
One more faux pas like that and my butt is taking a visit to the manager’s office. I am really pretty tolerant of stuff so if you’ve crossed a line with me, it’s got to be right bad.
What a tool. Seriously.
I had totally forgotten about that dude until I read that again and was reminded all over again of what a dumbass he was. (sigh) I miss the times I lived so close to a Starbucks that I could run out and get a Gingerbread latte between periods of a hockey game I was watching on television. The nearest SB now is at the Safeway a good 11 miles from my house (one way).
Remind me to post about my money manifesting project and how I used to bring in $2600 (my goal was $1500 for the month). It’s pretty cool, actually.
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Whoo Hooo! It’s time to get yer crank on! Being a crankyass on the downlow (what? It’s *not* on the downlow? Are you sure? Fine. Whatever), it follows that I would love this meme. It gives me unfettered time to just be a poohead. YEY!
Foods which disgust the crap out of me:
I really, really dislike olives. Just the texture alone is enough to barf me out. ICK. And ever be it known that am betraying my Italian heritage by admitting it in public.
TV show I loathe:
Married with Children (which someone in this household watches all too often) – insipid, appealing to the very lowest common denominator and just plain awful. I hope each of the actors enjoys the money they got from dumbing down the Universe on that one.
Movie I loathe:
The Royal Tennenbaums – seriously, this was a God-awful piece of crap if ever I saw one. In fact, I saw it in the theatre (yes, I paid cash money to sit through it) and was absolutely appalled at it. It even got good reviews (which is why I went. I know. I know.) but every time I see it come up in my Tivo listings, I recall how awful an experience that was.
Music genres I loathe:
That whole teeny-bopper schtick that brings us idiots who cannot sing and are all image – The Jonas Brothers in particular. I saw them (unwillingly, I might add) when they appeared on the 2008 finale of AI and was so horrified that I almost turned the station. It’s insipid and empty. I still don’t get the appeal of Lady GaGa. (Notes that I am officially old.)
Magazine which annoys me:
Anything about guns. I have never opened one, of course, so I’m merely speculating here. But ewww.
Makes me cranky at restaurant:
Poor service. Especially when it’s not crowded and I see you chatting your ass off with your co-workers in the corner. I’ve actually gotten up and gone over to an individual in that situation. Yeah, that’s one place where my light-and-love-o’meter doesn’t seem to function well.
Makes me cranky in public:
People who are inordinately loud. And fighting. That’s really something I cannot handle at all. I remember a time when that happened in a restaurant waiting area and I had to physically remove myself because it bothered me so much (especially on an energetic level). Ick. People – take your fights to a private area.
Makes me cranky in general:
Lots of things -no internet access at home, having to do 100 things as soon as I get up to be sure pets are fed and watered (and this morning, cleaning up two separate cat barf incidents – FUN!), people standing in my way at the store (move, for pity sake!) …. alas, I could go on and on and on.
Pisses me off at home:
Someone here eating the very last bit of every damn food we have. I have to hide things I like so it doesn’t get eaten. Also too – clutter. All of my own making, mind you. Still. I hate it.
Pisses me off at work:
Really, don’t get me started here! heh I DESPISE people standing in my area and chatting – about kids, dogs, politics – whatever. Move away from my space. Also (too) – one co-worker is very nosy and if I have anything on my desk, he’ll give it a once over to see if someone is getting stuff (my time, for one thing) he isn’t. He’s very “notice me” about stuff and even though I know where it comes from, I hate it.
Pisses me off in general:
Stupid people who cannot be bothered to look things up to see if they’re true before sending them around in email. My aunt sent me an email with a picture of President and Mrs. Obama dressed up as a pimp and hooker and besides being wrong on way too many levels, she *had to ask* if it was true because she got it in some random email saying “look what he’s doing to the White House by dressing this way” – REALLY? You have to ask if that’s true? REALLY? Because I love my aunt to the moon and back, I went to Snopes.com and got the info on it being photoshopped and sent it to her. But what the fuck, people? If you get something like that, at the very least, DO SOME RESEARCH (you know, use your damn brain!) and see if it’s true before you forward it to your RWNJ friends.
Makes me impatient at home:
Impatient at home? Hmm – nothing makes me impatient, really. The only thing I can think of is when my cats are indecisive about going upstairs or not. It’s like “Pick one – up or down – and move already!”
Makes me impatient at work:
When the aforementioned people stand in my area and chat. I really hate chit-chat and especially other people’s chit chat. Move on, already!
Makes me impatient in public:
Sitting in traffic. OH MY GOD. I hate that.
Celebrity I hate:
George Clooney – he’s smarmy and smug. I don’t think he’s even all that talented and I have NO idea why anyone finds him attractive. Same with Brad Pitt. Phonies are one (of the many) thing(s) I cannot abide.
Music artist I hate:
The aforementioned Jonas Brothers. At least David Cassidy, Donny Osmond and those of my generation had, you know, actual talent. And didn’t natter on about being virgins or whatever stupid lying shit these people do. (Hint: I really, REALLY don’t give a shit about your sex life.)
I couldn’t care less about:
The sex life of anyone who is not me, anything having to do with Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck and those of that ilk and most sports.
Annoys the crap out of me – weekdays:
That I now have to get up early and be at work at 8:30. Grrr.
Annoys the crap out of me weekends:
Nothing really. I love the weekends! :-)
Blogger’s habit that annoys you:
As mentioned ad nauseum earlier, don’t give me one word answers to meme questions. (Checks to be sure that she hasn’t done that in this one.) What is the point of that? Yes, I know. It’s your blog. You can do as you like. Just means I won’t read it. And you probably don’t care about that. Still. STOP THAT.
Feature on your blog you hate:
Nothing really now that Leanne has prettied it up. I’m always happy when I see it – it’s truly me.
Movie star you despise:
The aforementioned George Clooney and Brad Pitt. I don’t get the allure at all there. Oh, same with Julia Roberts. Her 15 minutes are up. Have been up for a long time.
Politician that you hate:
Oh my. Where to start here? There’s a wealth of them from which I can choose. I’ll just say that while I get that it takes a big ego and a very thick skin to even run for any kind of office, I still think it’s important to understand that you work for those who elected you. To put your ego and your interests and those that fill your pocket$ above what you were chosen to do is appalling. As it would be (and is) for those of us in the private sector. If you agree to uphold the tenets of the constitution, DO THAT. Don’t try to circumvent it (hi “dick” cheney) to accomplish world domination and more money for you and your little cronies.
All that said, I really dislike Sarah Palin – she’s an affront to all women everywhere who work hard, have integrity in what they do and don’t get all “high school vengeance” on people who they don’t like. (Don’t even get me started on her followers. Please.)
Ah! That felt good. (Too good. Ponders therapy again.)
Saturday 9: I Think We’re Alone Now
1. What celebrity in a fantasy would you like to be alone with?
Much to the shock of my (3) readers, I might have to go with Hal Sparks today. (GASP! I know, right?) He sings (thrash metal, wtf?), he’s funny, he’s like a sex ninja and he’s strongly of the same political persuasion I am. Plus, he’s smart. So, yeah. Just for today, though. Is it bad to want both him and Cookie?
2. Have ever dated a good friend?
Yes, I have. I worked with a guy back in 1983 (my first job out of college) and he was really nice and smart but not at all attractive to me. In fact, I was almost sort of repulsed by him despite liking his personality a lot. After I left that job, we kept in touch and out of nowhere, I found myself dating him! I was able to get past the physical part because I genuinely liked him so much. And he was so sweet to me. I ended up following the (really bad in retrospect) suggestion of someone and doing something unkind to him about a year into our relationship and it blew things really apart. Even though I apologized for what I had done, he never spoke to me again. Not as friends, not as anything. It is one of my biggest regrets and I have no idea why I did it.
3. What is the most embarrassing song that you like?
“I’m a slave for you” by Britney Spears – love this song. Why? No clue. Don’t tell anyone please. (Although Gal admits to a Bobby Sherman song and that tops my Britney any day! hehe)
4. What is your favorite tear jerker movie?
Hmmm … I cry at a lot of movies so this one might be hard to pin down. Off the top of my head, I’ll go with “Return to Me” because it is so so so sweet and funny. Really good performances by the whole cast, especially Minnie Driver and David Duchovny.
5. What about yourself makes you least secure?
Always my weight. Growing up with a mom who constantly (and I do mean constantly) told me “no one will love you if you’re fat” has made it very very difficult to feel lovable. Yes, I know now that it was her neurosis and not mine but I have carried it for a long time.
6. Do you believe in destiny?
I believe more in lessons that take us to various places but we always have free will to help us shape our choices. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that I don’t believe in destiny.
7. What ‘issue’ do you think your opinion is so right about that you end up trying to sway others to your point of view? The only one I could come up with is anything having to do with harming animals. I cannot even wrap my head around the fact that someone could do this. Even with something like hunting – I am appalled that people do this for “sport”. I get the food angle and if that’s all you have, well, alright. But if food is NOT the issue. Just … no.
8. What are 5 things you don’t care about?
1) Tiger Woods (still), 2) football, basketball and baseball, 3) the activities of my co-worker’s children, 4) 90% of entertainment related bullshit and 5) NASCAR
9. Have you ever been in a situation where you weren’t sure if you were seducing or being seduced?
I suppose. But if I wasn’t sure of it, how would I know? (I don’t often get seduced much. I’d like that so if anyone wants to seduce me (coughHAL&COOKIEcough), feel free. I’ll know it. I swear.
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