Baby girls born August 1st!
Spill it, Mama … we want names, we want pictures.
But most of all we here at Snarkville central want you to take it extra easy and give those girls a big hug from their eccentric blog-auntie!
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God grant me the serenity!
… and the restraint not to complain.
To cheer myself, I’m adding in gratuitous pictures of attractive men.
Gorgeous
Dear kids,
Today finishes the Ultimate Blog Challenge over on PI and I am glad to have done it and even more glad it’s over. The good thing about it is that there’s much more content now (with bonus SEO that I didn’t have or know about before!) and it’s good to be able to reuse over again in some fashion. Between planning and marketing the Intuition Bootcamp and this, working and pulling together ideas for Level One of my certification course, mah head she is fried.
But it’s all good, really. I could be sitting around, doing nothing, drinking a buttload of coffee and feeling lonely. (Oh hai, last year!) This way, there’s lots of stuff to do and most of it I do happily.
Complaining is like breathing to me but I also know what it’s costing me energetically speaking so I am seeking to tone it down a lot. It feels like a weird addiction – even when I feel like crap doing it, it feels better too, somehow.
But giving it up is hard. (Is that complaining? Or just a statement of fact? Or both?) Oh well, I’ll keep working on it.
I covet my quiet times – like now when the doggies are sleeping so hard they’re snoring. Or the hour before bed when the doggies are sleeping and I’m winding down, writing in my journal, doing my prayer work. It’s nice and peaceful.
Speaking of nice (and possibly not so peaceful), who is Tom Daley? He sure is pleasant to look at, eh?
Bye for now!
Snarkela
Dashboard Confessional
I have to just say this and I know it’s complaining and I’m working on that but I must list these few things that I am allowing to send me off the deep end:
1) Insipid posts on Facebook: I know, I know. This is an on-going rant. It’s also everyone’s right to post what they want and I don’t have to look at it.
I’ve cut my FB posting WAYYYYY back (personal posting, not PI) because half the time I’m the one being insipid so how can I rail against it if I’m doing it? (Doesn’t stop some people, though.)
People who don’t write well, people who bring the fucking drama all the damn time, people who must share what is in their head 24/7 regardless if it’s anything anyone would be remotely interested in and people who are clueless. I cannot handle clueless and too stupid to look it up. Jeeeeez, back in my day (says ole grandma here), you had to take your ass to the library to look something up. Now you just google it and you’re money. What is so hard about that? I hate all of you. (not really but had to get that out)
2) I was listening to my darling Edwene Gaines today doing a lecture on commitment. She invited up to the stage anyone who wished to make their commitment out loud and gave these instructions three times: Come up, say “My name is (whatever) and I commit to doing (whatever).” PERIOD. You know, because there were a lot of people who wanted to own that out loud and if everyone and their brother told their life story, they’d be there all day.
Mind you, she repeated the instrx three times.
First fuckwit to get up starts telling his damn life story!! I almost blew a gasket. (I’m not sure why but what is wrong with you that you cannot comprehend what she just said????)
He went on and on until she interjected “My name is (whatever) and I commit to (whatever)” for him.
This is one of the things that really, really bothers me. If the instructions are convoluted, well, okay. I understand that maybe you didn’t hear them. But to get up there and BLATANTLY disregard what she just said feels to me like an insult not only to her but to those who had to listen to him. It’s disrespectful is what it is and I got myself into a tizz about it.
(Yes, I know when the reaction is out of proportion to what happened it’s triggering something old for me. Mostly, it made me angry.) Just stop being a dumbass, okay?
3) Lisa’s rules for living #878: It is completely ignorant to write someone you do not know and ask them for free stuff for yourself. It is completely ignorant to ask someone you DO know for free stuff, I think. If they are in a service profession and what they provide is their own knowledge and training, don’t go asking them to diagnose you for free unless they are your best friend in the whole world and even then, I’d hesitate. I know I have my little rules for living and some are quirky but on what planet is it okay to do that?
This rant is because I often get emails from random people (that I do not know from Adam) asking things like this: (and I quote directly)
“Hi Lisa I was wondering if you would be able to look within me to see if I have any entities attached to me and if I do what my points of vulnerability are? Thanks! Hope to hear back from you soon”
Really? Yes, let me take my time (for which I am paid, by the way) and peer deeply within your aura, check out all the astrals that are presumably floating around inside you and prepare a report just for you about where you might want to look for that. And I get to do it for a stranger? How fun!
Here’s my nice email back (and yes, it was nice): “Thanks for your email – while I don’t peek into people’s auras unless they’re my clients and we’re working together to help shift energy, I can say this: if you suspect there might be attachments, most likely you’re correct. They are harmless and can be moved out easily. A good healer/teacher can show you how.”
Whew … okay, that’s off my ample chest. I have lots of forgiveness work to do tonight, I can see.
My name is Lisa and I commit to not complaining like this on my blog until September 1st.
Still here and running to just keep up :) (in a good way!)
Hi kids,
Still alive and breathing, I am. Just not blogging here for the moment. But Practically Intuitive is rocking the house with posts!
Last July I participated in the Ultimate Blog Challenge where you commit to write a blog post each day for the month of July. It was a good challenge last year and I really enjoyed it.
And I’m still enjoying it but for some reason it feels “heavier” this year. The posts are longer and my days are fuller so it’s easy to get overwhelmed. But I’ll get there.
That’s why I’ve not been here writing.
I’ll be back soon, though.
Admit it, you haven’t even noticed I was gone, have ya?
:-)
On hospitals, hernias and life
Dear Universe,
Lately, some, hmm shall we say, interesting experiences have been showing up and I’m writing this open letter to you hoping for more explanation or at least a clue about it. Although you know what’s been going on (as you’ve been a party to it!), let me apprise you of same.
Firstly, riddle me this: If you are visiting the emergency room (aka: puking people central) and you are, in fact, ambulatory, why don’t you take your ass to the bathroom to barf? Must you sit there in the waiting room chucking into a blue bag while your mother gabs away on the phone next to you? For those of us with acute hearing abilities, sitting even quite a distance from you is hellish.
What was I doing in Puking People Central, you ask?
Oh, Duty passed out at work and hit his head on a server rack. He’s fine, so don’t worry. They kept him overnight for observation because when you have an underlying heart condition, passing out for any reason requires medical attention.
I just hate hate hate hospitals and cannot fathom ever being in that environment for any length of time. And Duty keeps getting himself there for one reason or another. I’ve asked him to cease and desist immediately. (He got a good laugh out of my terror at seeing “barfing guy” sit down next to him in a chair in the bloodwork area. I ran out of there so fast, it was almost a blur! You will not be barfing anywhere near me, dude. Blargh!)
Secondly, Universe, what’s with the hernia thing?
(It sounds so old person, farty and unattractive, doesn’t it? I know. Sigh)
I had abdominal surgery in 1997 and however many years later, a weird pain shows up near my incision. It’s just twingy now and again, nothing chronic or overly painful. Of course, I did a slew of internet research and after determining that I wasn’t going to die immediately, I called for an appointment with the local doctor (who is, truthfully, craptastic. Like, I know more than he does, craptastic.) mostly to get a referral to see someone with a clue.
After waiting eleventy hours while he chatted with the medical sales reps (all bearing gifts, of course!), I got his attention. Wherein what he told me subtracted brain cells out of my head. He gets out some dumbass diagram to show me the muscle groups in the abdomen and opines that perhaps it’s a muscle pull of some sort.
Yes, because sitting my ass on the couch is so damn strenuous. Sheesh! Dude, I know from a muscle pull and this ain’t it.
Motrin and “wait and see” is prescribed.
Yeah, no.
Your intrepid reporter lobbies for a consult with a surgeon and gets one (against Doctor Suck’s advice) and so I shall wait to see what that brings. Hopefully, it’s nothing major (every time something happens I worry that it’s a big deal (as in the C word) and I’m busy staving off that concern for now).
And finally, Universe, I’d like to say thank you for all the wonderful things you do give me day after day. Even though I wonder what energies are swirling around me, I never forget to be immensely thankful for all that is there (good and not-so-good).
In gratitude and wonder,
Lisa
