Sunday Stealing: The ABC’s of Meme
A- Advocate for: Peace. Or cookies. I think the world would be better off with a large helping of both.
B- Best Feature: My mind. (also, boobies. I mention them a lot because they just don’t get enough attention. heh)
C- Could do without: All this rain. I love rain but this is more than enough for me.
D- Dreams and desires: I haz dem and I’m not sharing. Oh okay. Since you asked – I dream of leaving my dumbass job in the financial services field and having my own practice as a coach and mentor to others who truly want to make profound changes in their lives and are ready to do the work. Also, I want to be tall and thin and be the secret object of one David Cook’s lustful fantasies.
E- Essential items: Laptop, coffee, journal
F- Favorite pasttime: Farting around – I have perfected it over many years
G- Good at: see above. Also, writing. (Believe it or not, I can form full sentences. Or can I?)
H- Have never tried: Smoking – never will. Bleah.
I- If I had a million dollars: I’d pay off all debts, set my three aunts up for life and go on a six month tour of Italy.
J- Junkie for: Are you familiar with the name David Cook? I thought so.
K- Kindred spirit: Gotta say, my Goddaughter of Love will always hold that crown. But she had the amazing ability to be that for ANYONE she encountered. She just “got” people on their own level and made them feel loved and understood. What a wonderful gift.
L- Little known fact: I cannot touch pictures of snakes in books. They give me the heebee-jeebes.
M- Memorable moment: Standing so close to (not-so-sekrit) boyfriend that I could touch him (but realizing that would be inappropriate not to mention all kinds of cougary).
N- Never again will I: have four cats, two guinea pigs and a dog. Good lord, that was a total menagerie.
O- Occasional indulgence: Hmmm, occasional? Having a whole Cin-a-bon. I have one maybe once a year and try not to feel guilty doing so.
P- Profession: Financial services operations – in various forms.
Q- Quote: “Take a minute just to breathe and think of everything you wanted and what you got instead.”
R- Reason to smile: Birthday cake!
S- Sorry about: being a slug my whole life all weekend
T- Things you are worrying about right now: Cashflow issues. Where did all these bills come from?
U- Uninterested in: Stupid shit about Hollywood people. Jon, Kate, Anna Nicole … blah blah fucking blah.
V- Very scared of: Gaining back all my weight from surgery twelve years ago. Will. not. happen.
W- Worst habits: Eating from boredom. And not exercising at all.
Y- Yummiest dessert: Bread pudding with vanilla ice cream
X- X marks my ideal vacation spot: A beachy place with lots of quiet, ocean, books and adult beverages.
Z- Zodiac sign: Libra (but the very last degree of it before it turns Scorpio) so while I have a big dose of being all about the balance, I am a very “behind-the-scenes” kind of chick (Scorpio influence).
** Please to forgive current affectation of “Also, (whatever).” – Over at Balloon Juice it’s used to make fun of Sarah Palin’s odd speechifying. I’ve noticed that it has made its way here as well and wanted to let you all in on the joke lest you think I suck at writing. heh
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Busy day on Sunday past – I went to the annual Pathways Natural Healing Expo. My wonderful teacher and mentor, Rose Rosetree, asked me to work at her booth while she gave aura and face readings. I, along with three other women, greeted the passers-by, scheduled appointments, sold Rose’s books and answered questions. This expo is a pretty huge deal around these parts. Northern VA (my former hometown) is awash in woo-woo/alternative healing practitioners and this is the once yearly gathering of many of them. People come from all over to get intuitive and psychic readings, experience Reiki healing, learn about new modalities and just wander about. I managed to confine myself to one reading (spot on, not surprisingly), and one jewelery like item. Not too bad. Last year I spent a bit too much on stuff and regretted it later. Much more disciplined this go-round. I managed to navigate the noise and chaos well and even made a new friend (one of the other chicks (wo)manning the booth with me). A good day but an energetically tiring one. (And I wasn’t even doing readings! Rose did them from 11-7 with barely a break. She’s awesome.)
I was debating whether or not to actually go to see Cookie in Charlottesville VA this coming Sunday (I know, right? I’ve gone insane and/or am wicked lazy because I didn’t want to drive 3 hours to C’ville by myself) and planned to see if the chick I was sitting with could sell the ticket to one of her friends. Then I get a twitter from one of my buddies who has front row seats asking if I wanted to take the ticket since another chick dropped out. I was pretty sure that was the Universe offering me encouragement to go. So, I took it. (Because you don’t say no to the Universe, y’all!) Then today, I hear boyfriend has tonsilitis!! OH NOES! I shall have to send some major Reiki to his throat chakra and get him back in tip-top form stat! We’ll see how it goes. If it gets cancelled or rescheduled, that’s okay. I am just thankful that the Universe shows its love for me in such nice ways! heh
Actually, I have to say that the Uni always has my back and it shows me that pretty consistently. There are times when I can’t wrap my head around what’s going on and the message is always “Trust” and I do (after whining a bit, of course). Walking through whatever it is that scares me is always hard (as it is for almost everyone, I suspect). I usually cry my way through it, run away and then hide for a bit. But I come out, take a deep breath and move onward.
So, I declare that I won’t sit at the crossroads any longer. Keep moving and keep going are my watchwords. Those who haven’t quite caught up to me will get there eventually. They always do. This I trust.
Leaving you with a quote from a DC song called (appropriately) Declaration:
It’s my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You’re my inspiration
as i stand alone against the world’cause you love
and you bleed
and you stole my soul
and set me free
It’s my declaration
So tell me you can hear these words tonight
The Queen’s Meme for the week:
Here are the rules:
You are about to send a virtual Message In a Bottle across the Blog Ocean.
Leave a message in the sand or on the bottle. Write anything you wish. Be a pirate or a poet. Serious or silly. Rant or ruminate.
Anonymous or not.
What message would you like to send out to the universe?
credit to Skib/Tieman
In other randomness:
No bridge traffic today / Audit tomorrow at work / Doctor visit tomorrow after work / almost the weekend
YEY!
BTW, Gal darling, there IS cellular reception on the bridge for moi. Here’s a picture of said bridge just for you. Can you imagine just how much fun it is to drive over the water every day? (Mostly, it’s beautiful except when the backup is eight miles long!)
NB: This was definitely a weird one and I just wrote what came out. Some stuff you’ll get, some makes no sense and it probably shouldn’t. The words in bold are my responses to the Queen’s blanks. Totally, totally random. And now, on with the show.
Forty years ago this week, three days of peace, love and rock ‘n roll (and mud) happened near Bethel, New York. It was the Summer of 1969.
Attire: Hippie jeans. Long hair. Legal or illegal smoke. Psychedelic vibe.
The scene: You are at Woodstock. You go alone but meet up with a beautiful man/woman. You spend three days together. Put yourself inside the peace & love vibe. You can choose to be stoned or straight. I put it in the story for the sake of reality. Just don’t inhale in this meme.
This is the conversation you have upon meeting or you can make it into what you overhear others say. It makes no sense and has no continuity by design.
You must fill in the familiar blanks to finish the story. Some are song lyrics. You may use more than one word to fill in the blanks.
Oh! I forgot to tell you (must be the smoke in here) You have a new name. It must a combination of the first letter of your first name, the third letter of your middle name and the last letter of your last name.
Peace out! Somebody might wanna turn on a fan in here.
1. “Hello, my groovy name is LRR. You pronounce it Lurrrrr.
By the looks of those flowers in your hair, you must be friends with a florist because they are some fancyass flowers!
Didn’t they tell you? No skinny arms allowed!
2. Come on, Baby, light my uh, flashlight?
When I lay me down to contemplate the horror that is my life, I pray the hell my guardian angel leaves me some COOKies to keep.
If I eat them all before I wake, I pray the doctor my scale to take.
**puff puff**
3. Because the first time ever I saw your arms I realized that what the world needs now is arm porn sweet arm porn. Besides, I always feel guilty watching you dance around in those pirate pants when I should be doing my seminary work.
But I dig it! (Oh yes, I do!)
4. Have I told you lately that I know I annoy you? Hey! Don’t step on that beetlebug!!!
Dude. That guy is really weird but….. he’s alright by me, yeah yeah yeah.
5. There’s a party in my sleeping bag and half a million of my David Cook loving friends are coming over tonight and we’re gonna CENSORED my baby off my mind. Darn the luck. It’s raining here and there.
Luckily, Papa was a rolling in his wheelchair and I’m on a first name basis with the cops. (I bring them coffee and donuts ‘cuz I’m nice like ‘dat)
**puff puff**
6. I’m really digging your ass but that stupid hat has got to go. Those flowers in your hair are beginning to smell like someone’s ass and it ain’t yours, dude.
Have I told you lately that I am in major lust with you? (It’s true.)
** puff puff**
7. I’m beginning to see cats in those trees over there. Do you see it?
Out of all the millions of hippies here, you are the most cosmic, dude.
But I dig it, man.
**puff puff**
8. I’d use all my blood, sweat and wild imagination just to get next to your arms, punkin muffin.
Love is free but I’d really like to buy that guy’s lust. How much will it cost? I’ll buy it. The time is all we’ve lost. I’ll try it..
It says “Make pudding not custard.” Far out!
9. I’m grateful to be stuck in my head ’cause there’s a bad vibe rising in Jefferson’s Airplane. But that’s okay, ’cause Joe Cocker said I could get by with a little arm porn pics from my friends. (Via Twitter)
10. Oh, by the way, your head is on fire. But I dig it.
So, I’m listening to the radio the other morning and they played this song as a lead in to the news. It immediately grabbed me like few songs do. (YEY for the station that lists the songs they played when on their website!) Found out it’s called “Dig” by Incubus (who also sing one of my other most favorite songs “Wish you were here” (for very sentimental reasons)) and I checked out the video on You Tube. The one that just has the animated version isn’t embeddable but this one (below) is. The band is superimposed over the animated part but it all flows together really nicely.
I don’t know why the song hit me but it really did – lyrically AND musically. Few songs (outside of the DC realm) can do that anymore but this is one of them. Sending it out as a Friday long distance dedication (cue Casey Kasem voice).
DIG
We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easy to identify.
Look me in the eye and ask for forgiveness;
We’ll make a pact to never speak that word again
Yes you are my friend.
We all have something that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you’ll count on the me from yesterday
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we’ll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
We all have a sickness
That cleverly attaches and multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
At least we dig each other
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you’ll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we’ll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
Oh each other….
When everything else is gone.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we’ll always have each other
When everything else is gone.
Oh each other….
When everything else is gone.
Oh each other….
When everything else is gone.
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So yeah. Tired. Really, really tired. But feeling good despite it. Sunday was such a looooong day with traveling and stuff and then it was right back into the fray at work on Monday. Two others are out so there’s a bit of finagling going on with workloads and I’m trying to catch up on other stuff from last week. Did I not tell you I needed another vacation? This very morning, in fact, I poured a big cup of dog food right into the water bowl. Welcome to “I’m not really present” theatre. Jeepers.
In other news, what’s all the hub-bub about Jon and Kate and their EIGHT kids?? I don’t even watch the show, mostly just peruse headlines and even I can tell you what’s going on. Who are these people and why do I need to know about their life? Further, I don’t give one rat’s ass about Perez Hilton and his Twitter tussle with … someone. (Truth be told, I think he is rather vile and the more attention he gets, the more he wants and the crazier things he does to get it.) Power and attention are scary ass things and once you get them, it’s hard to let go of it. Not that I have any of either one on a grand scale, of course. But I understand the concept.
Does anyone remember the song “Miracles” by Jefferson Starship? I love, love, love that song. Always have. Cousin O’Flair and I played that song over and over and OVER until the Godmommy of Love told us she would fling it out the window if we didn’t turn it off. (heh) I just downloaded it from Itunes.
I might have to move heaven and earth to prove
It to you, baby
So we’re makin love
and you feel the power
And I feel the power
Then there’s really nothing that we can’t do
If we wanted to, baby
We could exist on the stars
It’d be so easy
Yeah, it’d be so easy, right?
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