What else? An early Dave song parked here for reasons known only to my soul.
When writing your history,
I will always be a footnote
A distant memory
A warning sign of mistakes made
The kind that you learn from
This song is the best of me
Taking pills for solemn motive
A better side of me, an open mind
For mistakes made
The kind that you burn from
So take this small confession as my price to pay
I’ve never been the kind to let go
But before you up and walk away
I’m miserable without you, you know
This silver leaves me longing for gold
Second place has never carried me home
Second place has never carried me home
This song is so out of key
I’m trying harder just to even
These memories of you
A warning sign of regression
The kind you never learn from
This song is the melody
Meant to show you a little more than
A better history, an open sky
Of redemption
The kind you always burn from
So take this small confession as my price to pay
I’ve never been the kind to let go
But before you up and walk away
I’m miserable without you, you know
This silver leaves me burning for gold
Second place has never carried me home
Silver- Analog Heart
… and this daggone cold keeps on lingering, taking up residence in my lungs. Slept most of the morning and had *the weirdest* dreams around. Cannot even ‘splain them if I could. So, cough-y, tired and bummed for some reason. Sitting in the usually-too-cold-to-sit-in-at-this-time-of-year sunroom because I neeeeeed the sun. Just need it.
It’s been a nice nine days off from work and I liked that I had time to do some fun stuff (readings, shopping, drinking Pumpkin Spice Lattes) and some bidness stuff (PI planning for 2012) and just all around chill. The time will come next year when doing this will be my daily routine and I will so love and appreciate it.
Lovely, low-key Thanksgiving spent with pals Kim and Sal and their doggies. The older I get, the more this holiday just seems like another day (as does Christmas). Our family never has had a big TG tradition so it’s like … whatever. We DO have a Christmas Eve tradition and I’d be sad if that poofed into the wind. Hopefully, it won’t.
Dear cold that’s plagued me all week: please leave. I’m done with you. That is all. Love and kisses, Lisa Corinthian
… there was this girl, see? And this girl was pretty nice and somewhat normal. Then, along came a boy and this boy’s mere presence made this sweet girl do all manner of things not in her usual repertoire of tasks. Things such as walk a 5k, stand on line all day in the blazing sun just to catch a glimpse of said boy, stay up all night calling and texting so he could win a contest and lots more stuff. She even referred to him as her “sekrit boyfriend” – so sekrit, even HE doesn’t know it!
She had clearly gone ’round the bend.
So far ’round the bend that she paid some good cash money to see him up close and personal. (Her response? “I don’t toil away at that damn day job for nothing!”)
And so she did.
Up. Close. and kinda sorta personal.
After much waiting in the cold (minus a coat for which she will blame no one (cough) but herself because she’s old enough to know better (cough)), she got to meet and greet her beloved.
Who was a tad bit distracted and didn’t seem all that happy.
Who knows why.
She was, however, brazen enough to ask him to sign her cd cover as her sekrit BF. She said to him “Just don’t ask why.” and because he is a nice midwestern boy, he didn’t ask why. He’s fairly compliant like that.
She did tell him the story, though, of how her friend Kim reminded her on Facebook that her love for him isn’t such a “sekrit” and her reply? “No shit it’s not a secret!” He got a good laugh out of that.
Rest of M&G is sort of a blur but she does remember telling Andy and Kyle how much she loved them while saying a polite hello to Monty and Devin. Unhappy that she continues to look hideous in photos but is working on it.
Blah Blah more standing in the cold, no food, thankful for friends who keep blankets in their cars, three glasses of wine, Dave-trance, Cousin O’Love and Charlie O’Pal get to see the real fangirl roll on out, headbanging to Led Zep “Rock N Roll” and sweating. Fun!
She is able to join the after-show Meet and Greet and is glad she was paying attention when they said “the line starts here” because here was right where she was standing! First in line FTW!!
Dave much more relaxed, she gets massive hug and tells him (like he cares, but whateves) that she’s seen six shows and would follow him anywhere. (At least she didn’t mope to his face about how hard dating is because no one else is like him. Have you no shame, girl who did that??)
Home again, home again jiggidy jig. A fun time was had by all.
But especially this one girl who didn’t wear a coat and got a cold for her fangirly efforts.
(She says “It was so totally worth it.”)
The End.
(Until next show)
And it was not without an enormous angst! The venue posted some crap about the VIP Meet and Greet being cancelled and threw the entire DC world into a panic. Okay, not the ENTIRE one – mostly me and about four others. But all is right with the universe and I shall meet and GREET boyfriend today.
Must remember to ask angels (or Cousin O’Love – sorta the same in my book) for help to not act like a stuttering dumbass. SOOO excited!
Also too: lots of vacation and not being at work! I love it!! I did two readings yesterday and ate a bagel (bad food choice – paid blarfy consequences) and putzed around. Life, she is good for me!
I cannot wait!
See, there’s this mandated thing from Compliance Department on high where we peons have to take five consecutive days off once a year.
Haz I done it yet?
Haz you seen my year?
So, decided to just do it now. Got nowhere to go and I’m happy with a stay-cation. Deliriously happy, I might add.
Vacation plans for next year? Maybe in January, Duty and I might go to Sedona – woo-woo capital of the west! :) (I don’t think he’s going for the woo.)
Things are heating up over at Practically Intuitive and I’m going to be working on my 2012 plan the week I’m off. This year really has been a “just wing it” year but so much good stuff has happened that I’m glad it was. I went where I was called. 
Also too: “Meet and Greet” with my sekrit boyfriend on November 18th.
I think I’ll ask him to hold a sign that says “Yes, I know I’m her sekrit boyfriend.” Dare me? Anyone?
I’m actually really excited about it – on the VIP route we get to listen to the soundcheck, do the meet ‘n greet and get pics with boyfriend and everything.
Cousin O’Love has been tasked with going on this adventure with me. We were fangirls for David Cassidy when we were 10 and here we are at 51 and 52 fangirling some more for another David.
(She’s not an official fangirl – just a really nice person who indulges my fantasies.)
Gonna have the nice chick who does my nails pretty up my hair and makeup. If I can’t be slim, at least I can look well put together.
(Don’t remind me that I’m older than his mother, please.)
Here’s my weekend:
* It freaking snowed on saturday – spent all day in a chilly gym learning about nutrition. The guy who was the presenter suddenly got a lot more interesting when he took off his shirt and walked around in his tshirt and jeans.
Here’s the puzzling thing about this event: there were about 40 people or more there – most of them well into the Paleo/Crossfit lifestyle. Why were they there? I’ve read two books about it and read a lot of stuff on various websites and hell, even this outta shape chick could tell you the stuff they did.
Yet everyone seemed very interested in every bloody damn detail about polyunsaturated fats, fish oil (Omega 3 vs Omega 6), insulin resistance and more. Me? I was with them for about 3 hours even though the room is FREEEZING and the chairs are uncomfortable. But it went on and on and on and they hadn’t even gotten to how you integrate this whole Paleo thing into your life.
4pm came.
I was freezing, tired of listening to them speak (even though he was pleasant to look at) and just wanted to go home. So, I did. There was still an hour or more to go but I didn’t care. (It’s true – you won’t find me skipping my ass out of a woo-class early! But this was nutrition, yo! I just couldn’t take any more.) But I suppose I learned some things and rededicated myself back to my eating plan. I will admit that I stopped and got a pumpkin spice latte on the way home, though. Don’t tell anyone, okay?
Sunday: watched like 4 hours of The Good Wife (season 2) and then went to visit my sweet Aunt Janet along with Cousin O’Love. I haven’t seen her in like forever and it was her 80th birthday so we thought a visit was in order.
I love going to see her and when I leave I always wonder why I don’t go more often. I think I’m going to have to make a point to go. She’s just like 40 minutes away. I always leave there feeling happy (like I do with Aunt Nellie) and she’s just as rollicking funny at 80 as she ever was. I hope I’m like that at her age although you could make the case that I’m not like that now at 51 so what hope do I have for 80, amirite?
Did NOT get a PSL on the way home because that’s just too much, you know? Did laundry, did a reading, uploaded my podcast and totally forgot Dexter was on. That’s just sad.
Duty comes home either Thursday or Saturday. Good thing. There’s lots of chores that no one is doing! :)
I’m officially offering mediumship sessions on Practically Intuitive now – it’s sort of in conjunction with my fellow intuitive Anna who doesn’t do them but has a big audience for them. We’re doing a revenue sharing thing where I’ll be the official medium of Psychic But Sane and she’ll refer people to me.
I’m excited about it for a lot of reasons but it came about so organically that I know it’s the Universe leading me in a different direction that will help get me where I want to go. I’ve done several official mediumship readings and I love them. It brings so much comfort to the person who has lost a loved one.
Another intuitive who looked at my site says that I clearly come across as a teacher but need to also make sure my healing skills and abilities are out there for people to see as well. She said I am as good a healer as I am a teacher. I think this is one way to help bring that side more into the light.
I’m excited about a week off (in two weeks) and have plans to do a lot during it. Laugh if you will and remind me of this as I spend the week doing nothing and whining about it.
I know, right? So predictable am I.
This is how much of a baby I am (even at 51)
So, we have like 30 birthdays in the span of 3 weeks at our office. Yours truly has denied herself the pleasure of David Cook cake for each of those birthdays waiting for her very own devil’s food cake with buttercream icing.
Office peeps know I like this particular kind of cake and have promised it to me.
Apparently, some glitch in the promise machine happened because I ended up with crap chocolate cake with chocolate icing.
I hate chocolate on chocolate (a) and (b) it was icky store bought cardboard tasting icing. It was all I could do not to cry right there. I waited a month for cake and this is what I waited for??
(Told you I was whiny)
Here’s the nice part:
BrokerBoy heard me talking to Duty on the DL about said crap cake and what did he do??
Ordered me one special from a local bakery! Devil’s food with da buttahcream icing! MMMMM! I ate a big ass piece of it at 11am yesterday when his wife stopped in with it. It was amazing! YUMMM!!
That made my week. Duty said “He really wants you to work for him.” heheh He can keep bribing me all he wants. When my woo-woo door opens, I am outta there! (It’s nice to be loved, though.)
Also too: Don’t drink two beers, snarf a lot of crabs, have an ear of corn and then attempt pumpkin cheesecake. It will all end in tears (in the bathroom). Just sayin’.
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