September. Seriously? Wasn't it just June?
You gotta admire spiders. What amazing creatures.. how does all that silky web fit inside that little body?
I have had the longest stretch of happy days I think I have ever had in my whole life. Why can't I just accept it and not worry about the storm clouds brewing?
Paradise: Having the windows open, hearing the birds and then watching the sheers gently billowing. I don't think billowing can be used in any other sentence btw.
I was reading a book on writing and was bored to tears. Does this mean that the author was a bad writer? If so, why is she telling me what to do?
Paradise x 2: An air bed facing the window in my spirit room. And time.
You can have a mercury retrograde without all hell breaking loose. Repeat.
My relatives are starting to crawl out of the woodwork. Hence the storm clouds a brewin'
September is a busy month. REALLY busy month. I will miss my air bed.
Barry & I are thinking of coming to church more regularly (more regularly than not at all). Maybe if he sings in the choir again?
I have had a survey for people to fill out on my email program. It has been the most enlightening fun. Educational too since now I don't have to offer programs that people really aren't interested in. Who knew?
Today's schedule: Reiki, Tarot, Yoga, Yoga... why am I blogging?
Have I told you lately how much I love you? Yes, you.
Kiss a teacher today!
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Michelle Obama's Shorts
I have been avoiding the news and reading only the Metro & Style portions of the paper. I can't stand the way our country builds people up and then systematically tries to destroy them. Even at the expense of ourselves. It's one thing when it's celebrities... but it's quite another when it's our president. Or his wife.
I really don't care which party you voted for or who you back but there does come a time when concern for your fellow man or woman should outweigh your need to win. When Obama was elected, our country was in the worst shape it has ever been in my lifetime. Even though it seems the news is trying to recreate history (as usual) and act like things were hunky dory until January of this year, I will not be lulled into believing crap. I know exactly how things were... ask my husband who lost his job of 100 years... or take a look at my stocks that went from $100 a share to $3.17.
I felt like maybe our country was going to come together for a change. While I did not have that Obama is the Messiah belief, I did feel like there was more good that could come out of the election than bad. The fact that he won by the popular vote seemed significant to me. Unlike the prior election. The fact that he is an extremely intelligent man seemed like a big plus. The fact that so many people of all walks of life seemed to understand that it was time for us to put our political, economic and racial differences aside and start to come together to make the future right for our children and their children seemed like a HUGE step in the right direction.
But ahhh, the RIGHT direction. Soon after the honeymoon wore off, we begin to hear murmuring from that direction. I thought, okay, I understand how it feels when your party doesn't win, been there, done that, more times than not, but surely we are beyond that right now. Surely EVERYONE knows how important it is that we provide the means for EVERYONE to live a dignified life, regardless of income. Surely everyone knows how important the environment is to our survival. Surely everyone knows how important health care is... for EVERYONE. How can we face ourselves in the mirror if we think "others" are expendable?
But now when I turn on the news or read the front page I see words like "death panel". WTF? Are you serious? And today, in the Style section, Michele Obama has let the public down by wearing shorts. I am not kidding. Seems as if on vacation to the Grand Canyon, Mrs. Obama dressed appropriate for the weather and wore shorts. And tennis shoes since she was hiking. First of all, this is NEWS? Secondly, what the hell would you wear? A tiara? Direct quote: "Ultimately, the first lady can't be- nor should she be- just like everyone else. Hers is a life of responsibilities and privileges. She gets the fancy jet. She has to dress for the ride.... It does American culture no favors if a first lady tries so hard to be average that she winds up looking common." Robin Givhan, for the Washington Post. Seriously.
OMG. This is outrageous. On so many levels that it is hard to even find a place to start. Like, to even stop sputtering and find words is difficult... believe it or not, this rendered me speechless. For a moment.
Personally, I want a president and first lady that GET it. If it's hot, and you are on vacation AND not at a state dinner entertaining the Queen, it shows a hell of a lot of common sense to wear shorts. And common sense, not lofty, out of touch ideas are what will ultimately save this planet. Not proper attire. In fact, proper attire is damn close to politics as usual. And we saw where that got us. Open your mind people! Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Like 107 degree in the shade calls for shorts, the shorter the better. And if you got the legs (or the brains) for it, flaunt it. Pretending will just give you heat rash.
Sheesh.
I really don't care which party you voted for or who you back but there does come a time when concern for your fellow man or woman should outweigh your need to win. When Obama was elected, our country was in the worst shape it has ever been in my lifetime. Even though it seems the news is trying to recreate history (as usual) and act like things were hunky dory until January of this year, I will not be lulled into believing crap. I know exactly how things were... ask my husband who lost his job of 100 years... or take a look at my stocks that went from $100 a share to $3.17.
I felt like maybe our country was going to come together for a change. While I did not have that Obama is the Messiah belief, I did feel like there was more good that could come out of the election than bad. The fact that he won by the popular vote seemed significant to me. Unlike the prior election. The fact that he is an extremely intelligent man seemed like a big plus. The fact that so many people of all walks of life seemed to understand that it was time for us to put our political, economic and racial differences aside and start to come together to make the future right for our children and their children seemed like a HUGE step in the right direction.
But ahhh, the RIGHT direction. Soon after the honeymoon wore off, we begin to hear murmuring from that direction. I thought, okay, I understand how it feels when your party doesn't win, been there, done that, more times than not, but surely we are beyond that right now. Surely EVERYONE knows how important it is that we provide the means for EVERYONE to live a dignified life, regardless of income. Surely everyone knows how important the environment is to our survival. Surely everyone knows how important health care is... for EVERYONE. How can we face ourselves in the mirror if we think "others" are expendable?
But now when I turn on the news or read the front page I see words like "death panel". WTF? Are you serious? And today, in the Style section, Michele Obama has let the public down by wearing shorts. I am not kidding. Seems as if on vacation to the Grand Canyon, Mrs. Obama dressed appropriate for the weather and wore shorts. And tennis shoes since she was hiking. First of all, this is NEWS? Secondly, what the hell would you wear? A tiara? Direct quote: "Ultimately, the first lady can't be- nor should she be- just like everyone else. Hers is a life of responsibilities and privileges. She gets the fancy jet. She has to dress for the ride.... It does American culture no favors if a first lady tries so hard to be average that she winds up looking common." Robin Givhan, for the Washington Post. Seriously.
OMG. This is outrageous. On so many levels that it is hard to even find a place to start. Like, to even stop sputtering and find words is difficult... believe it or not, this rendered me speechless. For a moment.
Personally, I want a president and first lady that GET it. If it's hot, and you are on vacation AND not at a state dinner entertaining the Queen, it shows a hell of a lot of common sense to wear shorts. And common sense, not lofty, out of touch ideas are what will ultimately save this planet. Not proper attire. In fact, proper attire is damn close to politics as usual. And we saw where that got us. Open your mind people! Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Like 107 degree in the shade calls for shorts, the shorter the better. And if you got the legs (or the brains) for it, flaunt it. Pretending will just give you heat rash.
Sheesh.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Open House
I think I have missed my calling. I cannot tell you how much fun I had setting up and hosting my Open House yesterday. Not the cleaning part :( but the arranging. The Snow White whistling as I arrange everything just so... tra la la la... Oh I love my pretty little flowers... tra la la..
And the Spirit Room transforms once again.. Friday it was a yoga studio for private clients with a gift certificate, Friday afternoon it became a parlor to play SoulCollage reading games in and then Saturday it became a tranquil spot for Reiki. Sunday it was a little of all three.
Have I mentioned how wonderful this little renovation has been for us? Thanks again Barry, John, Jim, Tracy, Sheree and Dad! 
Ahhh, But the funnest part of all was setting up my "wares". Now, if I had that dreamed of store/yoga studio/spiritual center, this is what my store would look like. I had so much fun labeling everything and displaying it and creating brochures and what not.
Although I do have to say I was a bit alarmed at how much stuff I had. Since I took my things from Fabian House, I really hadn't unpacked a lot because I've been really busy with the triple threat: Florida, Wonka, Family so I hadn't seen all of it at once.
The first thing I did when Barry got a job was go out and buy new beads to stoke my habit, not realizing that I had stuff that had been packed away for months... Yes, My name is Linda and I'm a Crystalholic....
At any rate, it was awesome to get my clients and students a chance to meet and greet. My World Gym yogis got to meet some of my CCPC yogis, that was really cool. So many of them have so much in common, I love putting them together. It was very cool for my WG yogis to have a chance to sit down and chat, get to know one another on a more verbal level. It's funny, they spend every week together, you know exactly where they place their mat each time, who has what gifts: great balance, hips, hamstrings etc. but other than the usual "How are you?" it's hard to get to know people on an outside of gym level. Plus, everyone looks REALLY different with clothes and make up on LOL.
Anyways, it was a great time, so happy I am "back in business" again! Now, what do I do with all that leftover stuff? Good thing I have an unused air hockey table....
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Don't Read This if You are Pregnant.
Having kids. No one tells you the real truth. Oh yeah, there's a million books on what to expect if you're expecting, the Dr. Spock's and the Penelope Leach's tell you all about babies and toddlers, and even though it does start to dwindle there's still a bunch on the teenage years. But no one ever talks about what's beyond... the young adult moving on (hopefully) and launching into the great unknown. And you know why?
IT SUCKS.
Pure and simple. This is by far the worst part of parenting. It's when every mistake you ever made, all the things you didn't do or tell them or make them do comes back to bite you in the ass. It's the teetering on the edge, wanting to push them off but not sure they'll let go or if they do that they will fly.
Terrible twos? Nothing. Tweeners? Ha! Teens? Peeshawwww, could do it with my eyes closed. This? Holy Mother of God! Help!!!!
Oh and here's the big ironic twist: You get to do it while going through menopause or periomenopause or whatever the hell it is. It's like puberty times 10. And of course it's at the same time as the man's mid life crisis so it's 2, 2, 2x the fun...
My latest theory is that menopause and midlife crisis's are just a figment of the imagination. It's just sort of a mental lobotomy for spending 20 years trying to nail jello to a tree. It's that OH MY GOD I CANNOT TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME TO PICK YOUR DAMN SHOES UP OR I WILL TAKE THE SHOES AND SHOVE THEM WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE... This is why God created dorms.
Course some of you get lucky. At the ripe age of 7, your children announce that they are going to save the world by becoming a rocket scientist and begin their AP classes and go straight through to college, do not pass go, collect $200000000000.....
My darlings? So far they've been veterinarians, paleontologists, marine biologists, rock stars, reverends, air traffic controllers, photographers, lawyers, Broadway stars, secret agents, hippies playing guitar in the fields for the peace corps (never mind that she has never played guitar in her life) Coast Guard Academy applicant (never mind that he hated ROTC with a passion) I can't even remember half of them...
This is what happens when you tell your kids they can be ANYTHING they want. This is what happens when you tell them "ohh, I STILL don't know what I want to be when I grow up, don't worry about it! Take ALL the time you need!" What the hell was I thinking?
I just want to fast forward 10 years and see them happy doing what I want them to do which is give me lots of grandchildren so I can spoil them too. The shoes are much smaller when you trip over them. And if they don't go straight from birth through college it's their fault, not mine.
Take it from me, start early, don't give options, decide at 5 what you want them to be, what college they are going to and find them a job. Make it seem like there are no other choices, that God and the president spoke directly to you and said that's what they HAD to do. You will save yourself and them a lot of time and agony trying to make decisions. Trust me.
And forget about buying them shoes unless you want to turn into a raving lunatic.
IT SUCKS.
Pure and simple. This is by far the worst part of parenting. It's when every mistake you ever made, all the things you didn't do or tell them or make them do comes back to bite you in the ass. It's the teetering on the edge, wanting to push them off but not sure they'll let go or if they do that they will fly.
Terrible twos? Nothing. Tweeners? Ha! Teens? Peeshawwww, could do it with my eyes closed. This? Holy Mother of God! Help!!!!
Oh and here's the big ironic twist: You get to do it while going through menopause or periomenopause or whatever the hell it is. It's like puberty times 10. And of course it's at the same time as the man's mid life crisis so it's 2, 2, 2x the fun...
My latest theory is that menopause and midlife crisis's are just a figment of the imagination. It's just sort of a mental lobotomy for spending 20 years trying to nail jello to a tree. It's that OH MY GOD I CANNOT TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME TO PICK YOUR DAMN SHOES UP OR I WILL TAKE THE SHOES AND SHOVE THEM WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE... This is why God created dorms.
Course some of you get lucky. At the ripe age of 7, your children announce that they are going to save the world by becoming a rocket scientist and begin their AP classes and go straight through to college, do not pass go, collect $200000000000.....
My darlings? So far they've been veterinarians, paleontologists, marine biologists, rock stars, reverends, air traffic controllers, photographers, lawyers, Broadway stars, secret agents, hippies playing guitar in the fields for the peace corps (never mind that she has never played guitar in her life) Coast Guard Academy applicant (never mind that he hated ROTC with a passion) I can't even remember half of them...
This is what happens when you tell your kids they can be ANYTHING they want. This is what happens when you tell them "ohh, I STILL don't know what I want to be when I grow up, don't worry about it! Take ALL the time you need!" What the hell was I thinking?
I just want to fast forward 10 years and see them happy doing what I want them to do which is give me lots of grandchildren so I can spoil them too. The shoes are much smaller when you trip over them. And if they don't go straight from birth through college it's their fault, not mine.
Take it from me, start early, don't give options, decide at 5 what you want them to be, what college they are going to and find them a job. Make it seem like there are no other choices, that God and the president spoke directly to you and said that's what they HAD to do. You will save yourself and them a lot of time and agony trying to make decisions. Trust me.
And forget about buying them shoes unless you want to turn into a raving lunatic.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Saturday
Hey! Guess what? It's Saturday! And I'm blogging!
So.... how u doing?
Gonna pick a direction soon myself but thought I'd take a moment to notice the moment.
I can do whatever I want.
Told a client this week that should be her mantra "I'll do what I want" preferably while stomping her foot and sticking her tongue out.
Had another client whose cantankerous grandmother showed up. Hey, you don't have to believe it.
Had a yogi with hip congestion. That's gotta be really unpleasant. Cleared it out though.
Belly danced after eating a Black Bean Chipotle Burger. Note to self: ummmm, yeah. Nuff said.
One thought: Why can't we buy a thunderstorm? Like a real one? With booming thunder that makes you remember to be careful what you ask for?
Think my word of the week is cantankerous. As in, my ipod is being cantankerous. Seriously. Like, I don't really want to buy another ipod. You would think that something so expensive would last a few years. Sheesh.
Quick flash to Mario Kart: CHEESE N. RICE!!!!
I only have one window in my whole house that I can actually see out of. Everything else is completely blocked with crazy vegetation. Since when did black eyed susans grow as tall as me? The tomatoes are laying down and the susans are standing up.
Something smells really good as you come up my walkway but I'll be dammed if I know what it is. Course I've been having to walk with my arms high in the air turning sideways to get through so it might be my new anti-perspirant.
K.. that's all for now. Have a great day!
So.... how u doing?
Gonna pick a direction soon myself but thought I'd take a moment to notice the moment.
I can do whatever I want.
Told a client this week that should be her mantra "I'll do what I want" preferably while stomping her foot and sticking her tongue out.
Had another client whose cantankerous grandmother showed up. Hey, you don't have to believe it.
Had a yogi with hip congestion. That's gotta be really unpleasant. Cleared it out though.
Belly danced after eating a Black Bean Chipotle Burger. Note to self: ummmm, yeah. Nuff said.
One thought: Why can't we buy a thunderstorm? Like a real one? With booming thunder that makes you remember to be careful what you ask for?
Think my word of the week is cantankerous. As in, my ipod is being cantankerous. Seriously. Like, I don't really want to buy another ipod. You would think that something so expensive would last a few years. Sheesh.
Quick flash to Mario Kart: CHEESE N. RICE!!!!
I only have one window in my whole house that I can actually see out of. Everything else is completely blocked with crazy vegetation. Since when did black eyed susans grow as tall as me? The tomatoes are laying down and the susans are standing up.
Something smells really good as you come up my walkway but I'll be dammed if I know what it is. Course I've been having to walk with my arms high in the air turning sideways to get through so it might be my new anti-perspirant.
K.. that's all for now. Have a great day!
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