Rolling with the Punches

Rachel has some sort of death wish for her left arm. This time, she broke her finger. We didn't go the Dr. 'cause there is nothing they can do except tell me that "yeah, it's broke alright. Here is your $400 bill for xrays and my time." (I broke my finger playing basketball when I was her age and all they did was give me a splint) Frankly, just by looking at it, you can tell it's broke. It's huge and blue. So, we bought a splint, I wrote a note to her PE teacher who didn't want to believe that she was hurt yesterday playing basketball, and made her pack her finger in ice.

It doesn't look any better this morning, unless you consider the entire finger being blue, better... Poor baby.

___

I had more to say, but seeing as how I just got into it with my boss, I sort of lost my train of thought. I think I won this particular battle, however. I guess we'll see.

Go back

"Before you speak, listen. Before you write, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you invest, investigate. Before you criticize, wait. Before you pray, forgive. Before you quit, try. Before you retire, save. Before you die, give."
~William A. Ward

Do the hand jive

Since, Rachel spent the night at Lindsay's the night before, she stayed with us last night. Most of the time was spent within the confines of Rachel's room. I could hear laughter, some odd loud noises, pre-teen girls singing away to Shania Twain's "I feel like a woman" and then...then there were these...

Do you remember?

Miss Susie (This one still makes me giggle.)

Miss Susie had a steamboat
The steamboat had a bell *ding ding*
Miss Susie went to heaven
The steamboat went to
Hell-o operator please get me number 9
and if you disconnect me I'll kick you from
Behind the 'fridgerator there laid a piece of glass
Miss Susie sat upon it and broke her little
ask me no more questions tell me no more lies
The boys are in the bathroom sipping up their
flies are in the meadow bees are in their hives
Miss Susie and her boyfriend are kissing in the
D.A.R.K. dark dark dark
Darker than the ocean, darker than the sea
Darker than the underwear my mommy put on me
I know you know ma, I know you know my pa
I know you know my sister with the 40 acre Bra

Miss Sue

Miss Sue (clap clap clap)
Miss Sue (clap clap clap)
Miss Sue from Alabama, Alaska, Nebraska
Sittin' in a rocker, eatin' butter crackers
Watchin' the clock go Tick tock, tick tock banana rock, tick tock, tick tock banana rock
ABCDEFG wash those boy germs off of me
Betcha can't Betcha can't Betcha can't FREEZE

Down by the Bank

Down by the banks by the hanky panky
Where the bullfrogs jump from bank to banky
with the eepers, Ippers scoobie doobie diapers
Down by the bank, where the bankers plop, bang!

Some things still remain amidst all the very adult things that children see and learn these days. I remember playing these hand claps as long as the recess bell would allow, and sometimes found ourselves running to class just so we could finish what we had started. So, I showed them the ones I remember...

Rockin Robin

He rocks in the tree-top all a day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' the song
All the little birds on J-Bird St.
Love to hear the robin goin' tweet tweet tweet

Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)
Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)
Oh rockin' robin well you really gonna rock tonight

Every little swallow, every chickadee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flapping them wings sayin' go bird go

Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)
Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)
Oh rockin' robin well you really gonna rock tonight

A wordy little raven at the bird's first dance
Taught him how to do the bop and it was grand
He started goin' steady and bless my soul
He out popped the buzzard and the oriole

Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)
Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)
Oh rockin' robin well you really gonna rock tonight

He rocks in the tree-top all a day long
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' the song
All the little birds on J-Bird St.
Love to hear the robin goin' tweet tweet tweet

Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)
Rockin' robin (tweet tweet tweet)

CeCe

CeCe, my playmate, come out and play with me.
And bring your dollies three, climb up my apple tree.
Slide down my rainbow into my cellar door, and we'll be jolly friends,
for ever more, more, more.

So sorry playmate, I cannot play with you.
My dollies have the flu, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
I have no rainbow, I have no cellar door,
but we'll be jolly friends, forever more, more, more.

When Rachel was about four, I taught her how to hand clap. Apparently, she is an expert now. She shimys and shakes and does all these moves I don't think I could remember now...



Think 37 is too old to get in the fun again? :P

And He speaks...

I thought about going out and taking some pictures. But it's still dark outside. I am up early this morning. 4am and my eyes popped open.

So here I sit, listening to some Sergio, making coffee and wondering if I should hit Walmart before the weekend crowds get there. Rachel is at her best friends till noon. Hmmm.

My kitties are loving the new furniture. Sophia snuggles on top of the back pillow of my giant chair, which sits right behind my computer. She watches me, paws my shoulder and I can hear her faint and relaxed purr while I type. Too bad I can't really think of much to say. Or rather, how to put stuff into words. The Lord knows how much "stuff n things" I got going through my brain. I can just see Him standing there, shakin' His head. "Life is good Michelle. Go out and celebrate all the blessings I have given to you."

He is right. He has carried me when I thought I couldn't walk anymore, shown me truth when I thought there was none, and Blessed me when I felt I wasn't worthy.

I am going to go get dressed. Have a beautiful Saturday.

Illinois

Every once in a while, I check my links on the side to make sure they are still working. Well, I checked the link to everwonderaboutGod.com and wouldn't you know? It isn't working. He didn't renew his domain name. Now, this is the guy that I was doing the marketing project with. It wasn't this site in particular, it was some political informational sites, but what the heck is going on? He hasn't done anything since I told him I didn't want to be a part of that project anymore. Zippo...nada. He has done NOTHING. Hello? What? just because I didn't want to be badgered about a volunteer project and get critisized at everything I had accomplished (with no direction mind you) means that he can't move forward? It was an awesome idea that was seeing some fruition and he just let it fall to the wayside. It isn't like he needed me to finish it and get it going. Before I told him that I didn't want to be part of it anymore, I gave him all the resources he needed to go ahead without me. Companies that will take care of distributing the press releases, keeping track of hits and contributions. Inexpensive ones, at that. Maybe it is cause I was free. Well, at least to him I was. It was costing me, however. He even, still, has me listed as the marketing director on one site and the general manager on another. I have half a mind to send him a email berading him for screwing up something that would have been incredibly profitable. Big jerk head.

I hope he and his family are ok.

Anyway, today is Friday. Have a great one.

One of the 8

I read, today, in one of our local papers, that for every 100 single women in Central Oregon, there are only 92 single men. Now, I have to ask, how many of those 92 men are actually close to my age (in keeping with 2-3 years younger or 10 years older. I don't think that is too picky, do you?), smart, funny and not liars?

My record the past couple years would say...not many.

No wonder.

And all this time I thought it was just because I was ugly, a single parent and just not worth digging through all my past hurts to get to the me that loves without condition. It's a lot of work, don't ya know.

Well, maybe that does have something to do with it.

Did I mention that I was going to Disneyworld? Yep. I am. It is something to look forward to.

Say cheese

It is amazing how much a little sustained sunshine makes. We have had glorious days this week. Yes..it is still a little on the cold side, but after last weekends cold snap and frozen pipes run amuck, it is freakin' beautiful! We are in the mid 40's, bright blue skies and a puffy cloud here and there. I just love it. Soon we will see wildflowers popping up everywhere, pretty tulip buds will signal the changing of seasons and the Juniper's pollen extravaganza will have Kleenex's profit margin, on the rise.

Anyway, it always puts me in a good mood. And it puts me in the mood for pictures. Lots of pictures. I am already thinking of stocking up on memory cards, finding a good case to carry mine, a little more safely, so I don't have another accident with it falling out of my purse, and learning better ways to mess with the aperture. There is more to my camera, I just know it. I am tempted to get the one I have always wanted (Nikon D70) but can you imagine lugging that sucker around everywhere? It's huge. I read blogs of people that have them, drool over the kinds of shots they can take and read up on photo sites about what lens' do what. There are smaller, less complicated versions (Nikon D50) that are less expensive. I am a photography idiot, however. I don't know all the terminology and lingo, I just know what looks good to me when I push the button. And "Oh...I guess I should have used the flash on that one?" So, here is to making this little hobby of mine, part of the 2006 overhaul on my life. :)

Why? Because I like you...

I went to visit my best friend in Prineville this weekend, and she is trying to get me to buy a game called World of Warcraft. I have been searching online the last couple of days, and dang me if that thing isn't spendy. Not to mention that it is a monthly $15 fee to play. It certainly looks like my kind of game though. The only downside, other than price, is that I wouldn't get much housework done. :P

It must be a game themed week. Most of those I read, are talking about either head, online or board games. The second and/or third are more suited to my preferences.

I am also planning our trip to Florida. I decided to wait to purchase our tickets, until my taxes were back. That way I can buy not only the airfare and hotel, but our theme park ticket packages as well. I am so excited, nervous, but excited. My nervosity (is that a word?) comes from the fact that I have never traveled so far before. I have only been as far north as Washington state, as far east as Colorado and south to Texas. Along with the different states in between. I think that only leaves Nevada, oh no wait there is Idaho, but I haven't been there. Anyway, it makes me anxious. Expecially having my daughter with me. It is far to fly, far from home...and what seems, a world away from family and friends. I kinda hoped someone would go with us. My sister in California said she would depending on when. The week I picked, doesn't work for her. So that is that...

It will be fun I am sure. I wanted to change things up this year. Make my life a bit different, and this will just be a nother experience to look back on and be glad I did it.

And it ticks

So, I saw this quiz over at Trixie's (she always has interesting stuff over there) and decided...ack, what the heck?

Apparently, I am a little kooky.

Are You Normal?

Your Normalcy Quotient is: 57 out of 100.

Your quiz results make you a Wonderful Eccentric

You've earned the title of wonderful eccentric, and while you're not a wild, gun slinging maverick, you certainly like to follow your own way. Of course, you probably don't think of yourself as eccentric. As Einstein might say, "It's all relative."

And then I decided to do this one...'cause I am never quite sure.

Are You Hot?

Your hotness score is: 212

Your quiz results make you a Calm and Collected

Your quiz results make you Calm and Collected Catching a movie along with good food and fun friends often beats a wild night out. Why not enjoy a brisk ride in a horse carriage or a fine wine from a good year. You love life and don't feel the need to live it in fast forward. You are really hot because you're already so cool with your life.


The things I do when I am waiting to go pick up Rachel

Random Photo -




Oh and here is my new shelf -



Don't ask me about the Shower head.

But do ask me about this CD I downloaded. Sergio Mendes in collaboration with Will.I.Am from the Black Eyed Peas. I love it... (Click the link if you want to go listen. ;)

Out with the old

I am still on my revamping my home kick. I am working on Rachel's bathroom now. I found this cute little shelf, towel bar thing to hang behind the comode. But when I purchased it, I thought it was already put together. *sigh* It's not. It comes with screws and all. After the event of putting together my treadmill, I thought I would be done with construction. Self proclaimed but done, nonetheless. Thankfully, I have a decent tool box these days. And no, the tools aren't pink. It looks like a glorified tackle box. All manly and stuff. Anyway, the little simple shelf unit, comes with all these pieces. Yet another puzzle. At least this one comes with instructions.

A few hours later...

And a few adjustments...The shelf is up. It looks cute, since I fixed the leaning to one side problem. :P Now I am trying to put on a new shower massager. Sheesh. The old shower head won't come off. It's stuck. WD40 didn't work. Elbow grease didn't either and I almost took the skin off my thumb trying to turn the wrench. Well, no pain no gain "they" say.

Hum bug. How in the world am I going to get the dag blasted thing off of there?

A couple more hours...

I have a hard time letting my daughter grow up. She went to the movies with some friends. The problem, was letting her go walk around the Old Mill (shopping) without adult supervision. Three preteens amidst...well...stuff and people and things. My immediate response was "I am not comfortable with that just yet." She is going to call me after the movie and see if I am any more comfortable with it.

The shower head is still flipping perplexing. I miss the days of toting a baby around which gave my arms super human strength. I think I'll go watch Stargate, the movie. I own the DVD but it is on TV. Seems like a great excuse to put off fighting the shower.

I wore my socks to bed tonight.
And relished the feeling of feet on mine
keeping them warm as I slept, as I dreamt.

It's 5 below outside.
I looked out the window,
and saw the stillness of the trees, the frost on the glass.

Time, is frozen too.
Why this moment? To wear the hat of memory?
Surely another would, could, hold more value.

Two blankets aren't enough.
Try as I might to feel anothers arm about me,
or the sound of the gentle beat in his chest.

I wore my socks to bed tonight.
I tugged the covers to my cheek,
turned the clock away and thought of you.

If I had a nickel

I am really happy that tomorrow is Friday.

I honestly wish you guys out there, were my friends here. We could go out and have diet pizza and try as we might to solve impossible mathematical equations. :P

I was told today that I was "shitty". Pardon my candidness. But that was the exact word. It was great. Really. It was from someone that I have nothing but helped and praised for the past 3 months. But because I am not chatty and happy over the last couple of days, suddenly I am "shitty". And Oh did I mention? I have always been "shitty". Nice huh? Just f-ing fantastic if you ask me.

Well, I guess this is just another person I have to guard myself against.

'Round abouts

Ever feel invisible? Ever feel like your standing in the middle of the road and instead of someone acknowleding you, they move around? It was much easier for them to make the adjustment of movement versus the adjustment of actually making note of your existence. I have my days when I like to just hide from the world. But it isn't because I happen to be really busy, it is because I would rather lay in bed and try to forget all the times I was passed over, ignored and deemed unimportant by another.

I think of my achievments that were given credit to someone else. I think of suggestions I have made in other positions that won much favor, but someone else said it was their idea. I think of my job now, and how, despite what most say about my importance, it doesn't make a difference to the one that counts most. I think of those that are now successful in a business when I was the one that suggested the track it should take to begin with.

I know I shouldn't seek praise or thanks. I know it seems selfish to expect such a thing when you should give without the expectation of return. I do so for the most part. I am happy to help when and where I can, regardless of the situation. I try to do so with an open mind and without regard to my own needs and desires.

But sometimes?...sometimes it would be nice. Even, if some would just remember who the hell I am.

Life is great. I am thankful. But it doesn't mean I can't feel crappy every now and then.

Out from under

Oh joy of joy's...yesterday is gone. Poof...out the window. I woke up foul yesterday. No, the foulness I reeked so fully of, had nothing to do with showers or chicken. My mood was horrible. I just wanted to crawl in between my sheets and hide. Just stay there until the night was back upon us, when I tend to feel out of sight, anyway. But I trudged onward. I went to work, I shopped for the V day gift for my daughter and popped enough Vitamin B Stress Complex to OD a small horse. It was a long day.

Today is a new one. I feel much better. I am guessing it is because the next V day is a whole 364 days away. Who knows what life will be like then...

Lunch Date Guy is officially a jerk. He doesn't have to go over to Iraq again. He got through to the board and won them over. I am happy for him. That's great. But I have given him the last chance to come through on his promises. This last weekend, he called. He said he wanted to invite me over to see his new house. Great...I thought. He said he would call on Sunday to set a time that day. He never called. This only adds to the many, many times he said he would call and did not. I am done waiting. I can't stand it when someone tells me they are going to do something and then don't follow through. At least call and say you can't do it. Don't just leave me hanging. My rope is too damn short to be wasting it on nothing.

So yeah...I feel better today.

Under the plastic wall

Happy Valentine's Day...Hope it's great for you.

Y Tu?

I got this from Trixie's Home and thought it was pretty cute. A new twist on Self Portrait Day.

We've done various memes to answer questions so people get to know us a little better. Here's a new challenge -- go to your "Paint" program and do a self-portrait. Save it in jpg format so it will upload to Blogger, then share it with us! (Therapists should refrain from analyzing any portraits!)



It isn't quite...me, however. I am thinking the waistline is a tad smaller than mine. Ha! But let's have this serve as a visual, shall we? Where, Michelle will be, by Summer. And my hair isn't so, frizzy either. At least not since I discovered the straight iron. :)

Half'a cup

This, is Blueberry. Blueberry Pie, actually. The fine streak of red on her underbelly constitutes the crust. The white...Why of course! Whipped cream. Of the fat free variety...

Don't ask what my sanity was on the night I purchased her for my daughter. I am still uncertain. I told myself I wouldn't have any more rodents as pets....again. She tried for a Guinnea Pig, a Rat and then a Hamster. We settled on the mouse. Why did I settle? Well, she was kinda cute. As far as mice go.

I went to Pet Smart to simply purchase another scratching post. My cat, Ted, decided that he really likes my new furniture. I don't like that he likes it. I want him to hate it. If he doesn't start hating it soon, I am going to resort to something drastic. Let's just say there was a nice kitty needing a home at Pet Smart.

Speaking of shopping, after I dropped Rachel off at her sleep over last night, I went grocery shopping. (Yes, this is how I spend my Friday nights. My social life needs some serious help. I also went to bed at 9:30.) The clerk checking me out, asked if I would like to purchase a box of heart shaped candy. I just looked at him, he recoiled and said "Uh, nevermind." I told him "No thanks, I am skipping that day this year." He laughed and said "Me too..."

Swing your partner

You know? It has been great having another female in the office. I know Noggin' was female and all, but she was one of those icky ones that I avoided like the plague in High School and College. Which is why all my friends were men. I could get along with them cause they didn't have those weird hang ups and they didn't have a need to compete. Aside from sports...but I could care about sports unless you are talking Hockey. Those boys look mighty fine in them skates eh? Ahem...anyway. She rocks. She made me feel really good today. She told me that I way underestimate my looks. I happen to disagree. I think the fact that I am "Voluptuous" (think "Must Love Dogs" movie) pretty much overrides any pretty features I might possess. Guys can't see through that. They could care if I am funny, smart and an incredible dancer with nice eyes. ;)

It was a nice compliment though. Especially from someone that is 11 years younger and really pretty. Of course, maybe she is trying to get on my good side...

She wants me to go and take some Swing Dance lessons with her. You just show up at this place, with a whole lotta other people, they partner you up and you dance. I am thinking "Hell Yeah!" I wanna do that. The only swing I know is that I used to do with my Dad. Way back when I thought it was completely goofy. We're going to go to do it next week I think. I told her I wasn't sure cause I didn't want to be the wallflower at a dance studio. How sad is that? To be the one standing when it is only lessons? The humiliation... (This is where my underestimations conversation came in) But after being dumped so often...by completely unworthy, loser, no talent, two timing, lying, stupid dirty men (Chris, Matt, CJ - well I dumped CJ, but still), makes you wonder about your own worthiness. (Did that last sentence make anyone laugh aside from me? Feel free to add any other adjectives to describe. I am open to any and all suggestions.)

This is why I am trying to get my rockin' hot body in place this year. Can you imagine? Me...all hot and sexy to add on with all the other things I have to offer? I know, I know...calm yourself. :P

But seriously, I don't think I will too shabby.

I have also thought about all the things I want to say to "those" guys someday. But that is another post...

I blame it on the Sun

"Feeling Good"

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom in the tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me

And I'm feeling good

"Michael Buble"

(Enter the site from the link, then click the audio player at the top ;)

By the hair

I didn't notice the damage until I downloaded the picture off my camera. Poor guy.

Ever feel like you just narrowly missed....something? Walked away with only a few scratches, when fatal injury could have been a possibility? I have.

My boss came clean today. In a way. I think it turned around when he looked at me and I gave him the "I know you are lying" look. Things suddenly appeared. Go figure.

I am not your average cookie. Try me...

So, my day turned out rather satisfactory. I spent my evening downloading some awesome music...helping Rachel get through the stress that is her homework and played with some photos. Nice and relaxing. Hope your's was good too...

Chalking it up

I am having an issue with my boss. It started on Friday, when we received some year end bonus stuff. It didn't all come, or so he had said. Then he tried to tell me that we didn't qualify for the whole package. Right. What doesn't he get about me being a single parent and I count every flipping penny that comes in or out of my life? Does he really think that I wouldn't know exactly what was due to me and when? The bonus ran all year long. Three other quarters had passed, I knew this structure and what result we ended up with. I worked my butt off for it, and damn if I don't expect to get it.

I stewed on about it for most of the weekend. I thought about it at home while I was on my back in bed yesterday. And today...I want to say something. I want him to "check on it" and tell me what happened. If he decided to give some of this bonus to his wife and friends like last time, then say so. At least be honest about his jerk ways rather than treating like I am some uneducated and floudering girl that just answers the phone. And if he did give it away to someone else...then I hope they had fun on my hard work and time. I appreciate the other little "gifty" thing I got as part of the bonus, but I hardly think that the grocery clerk is going to take a tire pressure guage as trade for a gallon of milk.

Hmmfh.

Now I lay me down

I realized this morning, how much I over did it this weekend. I am home. I always feel such guilt about staying home from work. I know I have the time and should be able to take when I need it, but then there is that linguering thought that I should have just "sucked it up" and gone in anyway. I really did try this morning. I laid my clothes out to be ironed, put my towel in the bathroom in readiness for my shower, and took my daughter to the bus stop which signals the mad rush of getting ready for my part of the day. But when I got home, I said...Nah. I need a day, otherwise this will last longer.

I rearranged my bedroom yesterday. Apparently, getting new furniture for the first time ever, has spurred in me a need to redo everything. I cleaned the carpet and organized. I spent about 5 hours moving this furniture by myself. It was kind of stupid. I have a king size bed that can't be moved unless you take it apart. IE the mattress, box and frame, to move them seperately. The mattress alone was an incredible challenge. It fell on me a couple times. I am sure it was a rather funny site except for when my massive TV fell on my DVD/VCR player and broke it. Ok it didn't "fall", I dropped it. It was heavy. Sheesh. And everything still works. It just caused some unsightly damage to my player and the wall. What's a redo without some sort of casualty?

Unfortunately, I got some of my own. My back was hurting pretty bad. Actually, it feels much better now, versus the radiating and limb freezing pain of this morning.

I will be fine though...I am sure.

Tech could use a little extra prayer for his neice. She is having some medical difficulties and every prayer counts. Please send some their way.

Oh Baby

My new reading corner. Rachel would have differently, but this IS the Mom spot. :) The chair is huge. Huge. It is a chair and half, but it really is about 2 seats in one. The size is almost equivilant to my old loveseat. Rachel and I can share, comfortably. Which makes nice snuggling on winter nights in front of Gilmore Girls.



These pictures don't really do these justice either. The color looks dark, but it actually a deep sage color or light olive. Whichever gets your imagination better. It is taking some getting used to the size of this stuff (I can lay on this couch with about a foot more at the end of my feet. I am 5'8 3/4" tall), I have a little more tweaking to do, but dang me if I don't just LOVE it!

She Sells Sea...

Three years ago, my Mom gave all the girls these beautiful Abalone Earings for Mother's Day. For the last three years, I have been looking for a ring to match.

I found one. :)

I have this affinity for Silver Rings. I have just about every color gemstone or natural mineral you can think of. Several more, I still wish to have. Luckily, my taste in jewelry is inexpensive. I prefer small and petite to large and flashy. A simple silver band suits my taste just fine. This particular one is a little more "chunky" thank I prefer. But when I saw it, the only one left and in my size, I snatched it up and wouldn't let it leave my grip. It was obviously meant for me, not only because of the size and structure, but because when I got up to pay for it, it was 50% off. Teehee!

I think it started when I was young. I remember going to Knott's Berry Farm, and surfing through their jewelry stores gazing upon the Turquoise and Silver settings. How beautiful they were. I have a few pieces still, in a childs size, that I have saved all these years.

Abalone is one of my most favorite. The color and depth is gorgeous (this picture doesn't do it justice) and the range you can find them in, is never ending. Each shell is unto itself, and Oh how I love those one of a kind finds.

Abalone, also has some deep meaning, which makes it all that more interesting and close to me.

"Shells are made up of calcium carbonate and grow in the ocean, forming part of a living ecosystem. Various types of shell have been used as gems for centuries. One of these types include those made up of pearly layers: mother of pearl, abalone and New Zealand paua.


Abalone shell has been used in many cultures as a decorative jewelry and for carvings. A disc of abalone shell is worn on the forehead of Apache girls as they greet the sun in the morning of their initiation into womanhood.

Abalone strengthens the structure of the body and the functions of the heart chakra. Both pearl and abalone shell hold the same divinatory meaning:


~ Intimately connected to the sea - represents the tides of emotion
~ An easy flow of feelings and sensitivities to others
~ Connected to family and particularly motherhood
~ Harmony in relationships
~ The play and variety of colors represent change as the beauty of existence"

Courtesy of Amerindea

Is it here yet?

I had a little fit last night. I am better now. Sorta. My daughter and I still aren't conversing very well. Except for "I love You's" and "See you tonight's". She pulled a weird pubescent "thing" last night and I am not sure how to deal with not only the thoughts of my sweet little girl changing, but that the whole thing was rather stupid. We both went to bed angry last night. I hate that. I hate not having issues resolved at the moment they happen. I would rather move on and not waste the time, harping. Anyway...

I just registered my vehicle. The renewal is in March of 2008. Honestly, it felt as if I just registerd my vehicle last year, when it was actually two years ago. Time goes by so quickly.

In 2008, I will be Forty. So basically, tomorrow...I am turning 40. F.O.R.T.Y.

I know I am exagerating. But for some reason, it slapped me across the face when I pushed the "Yes and Continue" button, this morning, on my online registration.

Happy Friday.

Bugged

Being misunderstood, is no new thing for me. People choose to see things as they wish, not necessarily how it is presented. Just like sales signs in stores, hovering somewhere near the product they wish to have. Of course, it must be meant for there wants, needs, purpose and desires. No mind the clear and present print listed for what it is meant for.

Bah.

I, for one, get a little tired of being read a certain way, when someone hasn't even taken the time, real time, to know Me. What makes me tick, what means the most to me and what I hold as valuable and right. Walk a little closer and then you can have something to say.

Go ahead, and judge me. See if it creates but one moment within me of doubt.

With Almonds

As she reached into the pit, her hand shook and her brow tensed at the feeling of slime, heat and movement within the walls. "I've got you!" she exclaimed. I slowly yet with much effort, pulled myself up through the depths of guilty pleasure I would have surely fallen victim to, if it were not for the strength and good character of this woman.

Nay, Hershey's would have to give another day of wait, before seeing if this girl, would fall prey.

Thanks Mom!

Hup 2 3 4

With the county 2 hour school delays this morning, I figured I'd blog.

I wasn't going to, just cause I didn't want to write about my recent "stuff". And I didnt' want to write about it cause I didn't want to think about it. Ineveitably, when I write about it, all the emotion or disappointment or whatever ugliness rears it's head over my keyboard.

But here I am.

At my Monday night meeting, my Mom asked if I had heard from Lunch Date Guy. I told her I hadn't. Even though he had said he was going to call when he got back into town the prior week. "Oh well.." I said. And I said that if he didn't feel me important enough to keep in contact then that was ok. I was fine with it because I am not going to spend my time thinking of someone that doesn't care for me.

When I got home, he called. (Yes my Mom is psychic...no really, she is) Anyway, I was shocked. And after my recent proclomation of not caring about him, we had a great conversation and laughed...a lot. ( laughing is a huge attraction for me) O told him about the fact that I refer to him as "Lunch Date Guy" and that it was ok that he didn't call (he kept apologizing for being a jackass) I just figured he wasn't interested. Which is ok, too. He said that wasn't the case and he didn't want to be referred or thought of as just Lunch Date Guy. I thought "great!" Maybe we can continue with the friendship we left off over a month ago and we then set up a "Lunch Date" for Wednesday.

Last night he called. He can't make the lunch on Wednesday cause he was called back up into the service. (He is in the Navy reserves and June marked his 20th year and retirement) They want him back for 18 months. In Kuwait. At the end of February.

He is on his way to Seattle this morning, to ask the Military Board of Gods to pardon him. With all that has been happening, new home purchase - step daughter moving in with him - and his Father going through Kemo Therapy, he really can't leave right now. He has already served 3 rounds in Iraq. Which is more than most. He would like to stay home. Frankly, I would like him to stay home, too.

I suppose it is in God's hands. I hope He cradles him gently.