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December 1, 2009 Written by Lisa

Notes from the field:

1. Cousin O’Love and her husband, let’s call him Excel Man prepared the Thanksgiving feast and what a feast it was! Straight from Gia’s kitchen we had the most wonderful food prepared with impeccable timing thanks to his use of some foreign thing called a “timeline”. I know not of this thing but apparently, it seems to work. Most of the meal was right on schedule (more or less). His time as the Goddaughter of Love’s kitchen minion was well spent. He learned at the hands of a master. When they open a Bed & Breakfast (by the beach, preferably) I shall be one of their happiest customers.

2. I did not get out of my pajamas Friday at all. I spent the day doing intuitive readings and hanging out with all kinds of Guide teams. I’m pretty sure this is at the forefront of my work because I love it, for one thing and for another, the feedback I’m getting is that their words really resonate with those who have asked for the readings. This makes my bitty high heart happy.

3. I watched two of my favorite movies on Friday as well – Enchanted and Return to Me. Oh, to be a princess in New York, wandering around, dancing with strangers and making dresses out of curtains! Or having the man of my dreams (or David Duchovney, doesn’t matter) follow me to Italy to tell me he loves me. If you haven’t seen either of these movies, I highly recommend them.

4. My “stop looking all puffy” diet began yesterday – and had I not already been in that mindset, I would have after seeing pics from Thanksgiving. Oh. My. God. This has been a weird eating year. I went from fasting for 12 days in January and doing so well and feeling great to swinging up to my highest post gastric bypass weight in 12 years. What the hell? At any rate, I’m done. While eating whatever I wanted felt good in the short-term, long-term it feels like crap. I feel like crap. My body is too good to me to continue to treat it this way. So, back to counting carbs and a bit of calories. And yes, I know. What a challenge to do this at the holiday season. Am I nuts? (don’t answer that)

5. Is there a reason that all media attention is on Tiger Woods and his accident other than lurid curiosity? No? Okay. Honestly, leave the dude alone. It ain’t anyone’s business. Most shit that gets disseminated now by so called “news” media is no one’s business. And what IS our business isn’t quite as “sexy” so no one hears about it and/or they hear distortions.

Okay, that’s it for dispatches from the field. Have a good Tuesday!

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A better day today, maybe?

November 6, 2009 Written by Lisa

First off, it’s Friday and that alone makes things seem better.

Secondly, the sun is out. Hooray!

I had the day from hell yesterday at work. Most of the time there, things run from slowish to busy but every once in a while, all hell breaks loose and I feel pulled in a million ways. I’ve learned that last bit is one of my BIG triggers. It started the very moment I walked in the door there and didn’t stop until after 4pm. And perhaps it’s a trade-off for the days where I sit there with nothing to do. (Ah! Such a Libran – always seeking the balance.) But when those days hit, I want to scream and throw things.

I think I will put ALL the frigging candy out in one big ass bowl and let people fight among themselves. This shit about begging to look in the bag (again!) is annoying me. It’s not even that so much as their timing in begging is completely off. Can people just once look outside their own self? Damn.

I promise, this is the last time I whine about this candy situation. I’m annoying myself with it and surely you, too. There are lots bigger things in this world for concern – candy begging is such small potatoes. (balance, y’all!)

/rant for week – promise.

Thanks for listening. In the words of Margaret & Helen: “I mean it. Really”.

TEE HEE – this made me laugh right out loud all alone in my house

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September 25, 2009 Written by Lisa

Seeing this every day as I drive into the parking garage makes me sad and appalled. I’m not sure which is the stronger emotion. The ladies who work there are so nice and I don’t have the heart to tell them this is just wrong on so many levels. So what did I do? I took a picture of it to mock on the internets. Because that is the correct thing to do in Lisa-land.

It’s Friday (yey) and raining (yey!) but I have to go into work (boo!).

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The one where I hide all weekend

September 13, 2009 Written by Lisa

BBBB – Bethany Beach Birthday Bash
Reason for Bash: Milestone birthday of said cousin
Bashee: Cousin O’Love
Bashers: Me, Cousin & Kid O’Cool, Auntie G, Cousin O’Duh, Niece of Artsy-Fartsy, and five sweet and long-time friends of Bashee

Important things to have on hand: junk food (check), alcohol in various containers and types (check), cake of the ice cream variety (check), general noise and merriment (check and check) and a two year old off his schedule so not his usual sweet self (check)

Also present: the beach (in a brief appearance), discussions of why the Twilight books don’t totally suck and cool things you didn’t know about them, a slow and so-I-hear meandering trolley, and two young men who stopped by to rescue balloons that had drifted up toward the high ceiling and, apparently, flirt with NoAF.

What I learned on my ~~summer vacation~~ weekend of fun in Bethany Beach:

* INFPs (see bottom of this page for what the hell this is) do not do well when thrown into a group of EXTREME E’s. If the closets in the rented house weren’t locked, I would have had to go sit in one.

* Cousin O’Love’s friends adore her and why shouldn’t they? She is an awesome and loving woman who is in her element when surrounded by food, drink, friends and joy. Also, Jesus band-aids rock and even a hard-core Catholic such as CO’L is amused by them. But did she wear the “Jesus is coming – Look busy” pin to mass? Enquiring minds want to know.

* I am a fabulous aunt and am ever thankful that the Universe did not allow me possession of my own child because I would have had to kill myself. This is not busting on my darling Luke O’Love at all; rather, it’s an acknowledgement that even were I younger, I would still want to shoot myself if my day was solely focused on getting my child to drink milk he DOES. NOT. WANT. As proof of my faboo auntie-ness, though, Luke and I walked up and down the same two streets for almost 30 minutes last night while he practiced saying the few words he knows at his young age (which are, for the curious among you: Nemo, Dorrie, and Bruce). See? I rock (in small doses).

* A weekend diet of junk food x3 is not at all good for stomach issues. I think I will need to eat salad and veggies for three days to forestall a riot by my body. We had a sampling of the following (in no particular order): banana bread, fudge, wine, clam dip, shrimp (that wasn’t tooo bad), cookies, french fries from Five Guys, carmel corn from the boardwalk, soda, grapes and cheese.

* Drinking is fun. For about an hour. Then real life intervenes and then it’s not-so-fun. One cannot drink to excess and assist the Cousin O’Cool in chasing a two year old around (one can try but one would suck at it. Just saying). I chose the latter over the former because I am really nice like that. I’m a helper. (Unless you’re doing domestic stuff then just no. I will retire to a bathroom or something.)

* I am a hermit. I can take noise and chaos for a few hours and then I’m done. Two and a half days of it doesn’t seem to work too well for me. I have been in complete silence for almost four hours now and am just starting to feel like normal. Silence and a long, hot shower helped. And internets. Oh, and an unlocked (albeit cluttery) closet is my own “Jesus band-aid”. (heh)

I’m not sure I’ll be invited back next year as I definitely brought the pooper (as in party pooper) and was roundly chastised for going to bed early (i.e. before 2am). I’m pretty sure Auntie G can carry the party banner with Cousin O’Love just fine without me.

This is what fun at the beach looks like

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**INFP: Devoted to those in their inner circle, INFPs guard the emotional well-being of others, consoling those in distress. Guided by their desire for harmony, INFPs prefer to be flexible unless their ethics are violated. Then, they become passionate advocates for their beliefs. They are often able to sway the opinions of others through tact, diplomacy, and an ability to see varying sides of an issue.

INFPs develop these insights through reflection, and they require substantial time alone to ponder and process new information.

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The Rant revisited

August 30, 2009 Written by Lisa

I typed out a big long explanation of the issue I mentioned in the post below and after reading it all, I decided it was like foreplay that went nowhere. (Which sucks, so I’ve heard.) And it wasn’t even the issue, as much as what’s underneath it.

Here’s the deal: Someone at work “warned” someone else about me (and my woo-woo ways, apparently) saying that “the devil comes in all kinds of disguises” and to that I loudly respond “What the fucking fuck?” Me? Me? I mean, come on, at least pick something that’s in the realm of possibilities. Last I checked, I was busy feeding my birds and squirrels and chatting with the angels. I’m pretty sure that’s not something the devil would do. (Although I hear Hitler was a vegetarian and a painter so who can say?)

Last year I got a variation on it from a family member who spat it out to me in the most hateful email I have ever received. This time around it was from a co-worker and it was said behind my back. I don’t know that I will confront her because it was not said to me directly and I don’t necessarily want to stir that up at work. However, when I was thinking about it today after writing my earlier screed, it came into my consciousness that the reasons behind the comment and the vicious email were very similar. Each person saw me as trying to take someone from them that they loved and needed. And it didn’t matter that it was never my intention to do that nor did that happen. In their world, I am a threat.

So they poked at me with a sharp stick in a place where they knew it would hurt. And it did. My higher self reminds me that this is all about them and their fears: fears of losing their mother (and mother figure), fear of someone being “different” than them, fear of many things. I’d like to shrug it off. Perhaps that is my challenge: how do I handle attacks upon my beliefs and integrity even as I know the reasons behind it?

In the case of the family member, it took me a whole day to decide how to respond to her because I didn’t want to fling the shit right back at her. (Okay, I wanted to do it. I chose not to do it.) In the case of my co-worker, well, I’m not sure about that yet. I can say that any warmth for her (which was on the wane anyway) is gone. I think civility is all she’s entitled to at this point.

I get why both these women attacked me. And understanding that, I’ve worked hard to find a way of relating to them that comes from a place of compassion. But compassion does not equal me accepting their projected bullshit. They can liken me to the devil if they want or whatever it is that they most fear in their life. That doesn’t say one thing about me and everything about them.

So, that’s not much of a rant, is it? But I just had to get that out there for some reason. (I’m tired of writing all the juicy stuff in my journal. Heh)

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