Sunday, August 10, 2008
Welcome to the world little baby girl!!!!
My best friend and her husband had their baby at 1:19am this morning.
9lbs. 9oz. 21in.
Pictures, lots of pictures, to come.
Baby, Baby....
Missing Space
Friday, August 08, 2008
Still on vacation. The amount of business and organizing that I'm getting done is great. Baby hasn't shown up yet, so I extended my stay here. I've had fun and I'm looking forward to moving to Bellingham, WA next month. I miss the rocket scientist terribly, the memories have become a dull ache in my heart.
Listening to "Gravity" my John Mayer, thought I wanted to post the lyrics, but instead I'll share the song that ALWAYS makes me think of him. I think I'm in need of a little artistic outlet?
Easy Silence-Dixie Chicks
When the calls and conversations
Accidents and accusations
Messages and misperceptions
Paralyze my mind
Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving
Burnin' fumes of gasoline and
And everyone is running and I
Come to find a refuge in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
Monkeys on the barricades
Are warning us to back away
They form commissions trying to find
The next one they can crucify
And anger plays on every station
Answers only make more questions
I need something to believe in
Breathe in sanctuary in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
Children lose their youth too soon
Watching war made us immune
And I've got all the world to lose
But I just want to hold on to the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
The Present
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
**Warning Rant Ahead**
I loathe feminine hygiene product commericals. I truly detest them. And since I figured out what the commericals were about (Yeah, I got a filmstrip at 9 and an attempt of the birds and the bees by my mother at 29) my feelings haven't changed.
Until yesterday.
The general pain in the ass- do i really have to sit through this- you've got to be kidding me- thoes damn wings don't do shit- feelings have turned to down right R-A-G-E.
How?
It wasn't demeaning enough that my period is the equivalent of windshield wiper fluid. Blue colored water--Who the F*CK thought of that? It's red people, like blood. In fact it IS blood. TAMPAX has a new marketing compagin that has turned my menses (with all of it's love hate moments) into a F*CKING PRESENT.
A "gift" from Mother Nature. Hahahaha. My beautiful reproductive cycle has been reduced to a box with goddam bow on it.
I let enough pop culture slop pass without comment, so I have a right to pissed about this. And so does every other woman.
Oh and if you are wondering, I'm NOT PMS-ing or on my "gift".
Stupid cultural desexualization.
Traveling through space and time
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Ahhhhhhh......
I am currently in Hood River, OR and blissfully enjoying the first leg of my vacation. I'm staying at Hotel Emma and Nikoli and I never want to leave.
We ate out of the garden for dinner last night and they have NOT one but TWO hammocks. Sigh.
I can feel the stress melting out of my body.
Army of Angels
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I usually don't talk about work on this blog. There are several reasons for this. Mostly, I LOVE MY JOB. It's a career actually. I enjoy it everyday and it has given me so many gifts. Secondly, I do a lot of energy work in my sessions. I've come to honor that this freaks people out. So, when I have client that specifically requests energy work. I'm about happy as a puppy with two peeters*
Being open to the spirit realm is hard work, but it's fun, you never know what will come up. Every treatment is a exciting trip into the unknown. It definitely feeds my war against boredom.
Had a client that blew me away last night. I have to admit the day didn't start out so great. My head was all muddled and I was cranky at my breakfast (stupid pancakes), but once the appointment time rolled around I was in a much better place (the nap helped).
I ALWAYS ask permission to work in someone energy field. Then I invite my spirit guides to join me. Then I my clients' spirit guides to join us also. The good ones only are allowed in my presence. When I asked for my clients spirit guides join us, an actual army of angels showed up. THE ARMY OF ANGELS. As in the army of divine creator of the universe. Um, yeah. I was shocked, my spirit guides were FREAKING OUT!!! It was sooo coool.
So, there was archangel Michael and the army hanging out. I asked them what they were here for and Michael says to me 'You have one of us on your table.' Again shocked and now a little excited. The meat of the story is something like this. The soul that was on my table used to be a fighter in the army and lost it's wings in the battle with evil. The divine creator then gave the soul a human form, the one that happened to be my client.
I can't even begin to tell you how awesome it was.
And I'm sure there are some of you out there that think I should have my head examined, but I could care less. I was in the presence of an archangel and an angel soul. I was so humbled and empowered by the experience of healing this person, I may have found faith.
PS- I wanted to post a picture of what I saw, but all of the correct pictures of Archangel Michael have him with his sword raised and he didn't while I was communicating with him. He looked like a roman warrior with his sword in right hand pointed down towards his feet. He was very tall too, maybe 6'6''
* Also, if you can tell me where this movie quote is from. I might send you a prize.
Wondering?
Friday, June 06, 2008
Hanging out with the Texas boyfriend and sharing pictures. Came across some very scandalous, very sexy photos that his mother would definetly would not want to see.
Conversation went like this:
Me-"I don't remember taking these, was I drunk?"
Him-"Um, no."
Me-"Huh."
I'm not sure which is worse. That I completely forgot about the pics or that there was not any alcohol involved in their staging. Man my mom would be so proud, good thing I've never wanted to run for a public office. Right now I think that Girl Scout Cookie mom is even out of the "picture"
Indian Coke
Monday, June 02, 2008
Defintely the slow season, so I've been trying to fill my time with good deeds. Mostly, I've been helping my techie friend inventory his room full o' hardware. Up until a month ago we dated, then he decided that (with out breaking up with me) to date someone else. At that point I realized that he may have some bigger issues. Honestly, I do enjoy hanging out with him and all the other stuff is easier to deal with than when were dating. But I have a feeling something is up. Last night I got a booty text from him, wanting me to come over at 11pm and spend the night. Hmmmm.... I didn't even bring the text up and this morning he said that it would have been easier for him if I had spent the night and then done inventory this morning. Riiiiigggghhhttttt......
I suspect that he had a couple to drink, texted, then realized it to late and had to save face.
On a completely un-realted note, I found out that I can get a library card in Reno even though I live in Cali. Uber excited. I'm such a geek.
The Title Post--G makes this Indian tea with cloves and cardamon. It's super yummy, but has the equlivaent caffiene of about six shots of expresso. I keep forgetting and end up high as a kite, ready to run a marathon.
Yeah, and he just walked out into his living room (where I'm typing) in his boxer briefs. Something is definetly up.
Just in Time.....
Saturday, May 24, 2008
I finally figured out how to get internet at my house. My brain was going to explode if I had to go another day with out it. I called in a favor and offered an hour massage as a trade for the router and the set up. Best deal I've made in a long time. Happy days are here again!!!
Never thought....
Thursday, May 08, 2008
...I would go to an "Adult Store" with my mother and my aunt. It was an experience for the records. Turns out that my cousin works at Susies Suprise in the Dallas area. I was in town unexpectedly and wanted to say "Hi". My aunt asked if I was sure I wanted to go, with a concerned look. Funny, I could have hung out and "explored" for at least an hour. However, with Mom and Auntie (both uber-conservatives) in tow our trip was limited to looking at the bachelor/bachelorette section. Their embarrasment was unavoidable and secretly thrilling. Like the time my grandparents and siblings accidently observed a cow being enseminated at a local dairy far. Part of me is surpised that I can even say the word sex with the level of secrecy my family puts up around it. Heheehehee....
WFT happened to my picture?
Note to Self.....
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Do not pay your bills at 11pm ever again. Enivatabley you will pay a $200 bill from an account that has no money. Then you have to call the service rep (at 6am becuase you live in PST and your bank is in CST), beg for the overdraft fee back and then figure out a way to pay said bill. BLAH!!
PS- Why the *uck is it snowing?!?!!? I have no working windshield wipers. I thought we had an agreement Universe, no rain or snow until next October. Sigh.
I have NO idea what to think about this.....
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Save A Cute Puppy - 39 (Reno)
Reply to: XXXXXXXXXXXX@craigslist.orgD
Date: 2008-04-22, 3:25PM PDT
Send Me Your Picture or the Puppy Gets It!
Ok, I said it. And I mean it! I hate to go to such drastic measures but I am frustrated, bamboozled, and honestly out of ideas. I have placed a few straight-from-the-heart ads for myself on here but, alas, no responses. I have stated my humble intentions, listed my good qualities, and described myself as good looking. Apparently, nobody cares. So that's it. I am resorting pure terror and violence. Unless you want to see an Al-Qaeda style execution with this puppy...
You best email me your picture.
Maybe, you think: "Why would I ever want to meet someone that would harm a puppy?" "Could such a person be a danger to me?" "Should I condone such ruthless acts by succumbing to the demands?" "What if his demands go beyond a simple email or picture?" "Would appeasing him only endanger more puppies in the future?" "Could this lead to more puppy perpetrating acts?"
These are all valid questions. They demonstrate a deep understanding of human nature, social awareness, and strategic political action. They are not, however, helping this cute little guy. So unless you want to see this him on Al-Jazeera Animal Planet... Email me or the puppy gets it!
....so disturbed by this posting. tales o' fun from the dating world. there always more to come.
Burning The Midnight Oil or Priceless Advice to Online Daters (*Cough* Men)
Sunday, April 20, 2008
The online dating continues and I thought I would help out the male gender by suggesting some "rules" that should be followed. This will ultimately get you more dates. Believe me. I am usually not wrong about this stuff.
1. Spell check your profile.
2. Completely spell all the words in you profile.
3. Be honest. If you just want to hook up, say that.
4. Your pictures tell sooooo much about you. Select carefully. See below.
5. Do not include pictures with a half picture of yourself. We know the other half was probably you ex. The more "half picture" the less interested we will be.
6. Do not include pictures of you and your best friend, with the ex scribbled out. Or having fangs, demon tail, breathing fire, etc.
7. Pictures of you and your car, bike, dog, mom are acceptable.
8. No pictures of you with your cell phone in front of a mirror. We know you have at least one friend that can take a picture of you.
9. Pictures of you without your shirt on are acceptable. Provided that you are a) Hiking b) Sufing c) Standing on the beach wishing you knew how to surf. In no other location is sans shirt accpetable. It looks cheesy and staged.
10. Do not include any of the other following items in your pictures. Especially in combination. a) beer bottles, cans or shots 2) weapons 3) firearms, this also includes gun racks 4) cross dressing 5) you drunk 6) wife beaters 7) half dressed women 8) you doing a keg stand 9) you being arrested 10) mooning
Ok, so I probably just came off as shallow and bitchy. Possibly. However, in my experience after a while all of the profiles start to sound the same. "I'm a regualr guy...blah...blah...blah" And there are some bars (not the kind you drink in) that need to be met. I really do think that the pictures are the way to go. And the e-mails. More than one sentence is manditory and open ended questions a plus.
Oh, and as a homage to the guy I wingmaned for on St. Patrick's Day. Save the penis showing for the second date.
Boobies Save Lives
Six million to be exact. Well, more specificly (sp?) breastfeeding does.
Love the Girls, use them for what they were made for!!!
Half Full
Dear Sallie Mae,
I now realize that I have sold my soul to you. I owe you A LOT of money. I also realize that I am several months behind on payments. I do not make A LOT of money. Usually, things like food and gas win out over pay you all back. Sorry. However.....
THIS DELIQUIENT PAYMENT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO CALL ME SIX (YES, SIX!!!) TIMES IN ONE DAY TO TELL ME THAT BASICLY I'M YOUR BITCH. THEN WHEN I TRY TO CALL AND MAKE A PAYMENT YOU CHARGE ME A "SERVICE FEE" TO TAKE MY MONEY OVER THE PHONE!!!! WTF?!!!?!!?!?
You will get your money when I have it to give to you.
Thank You,
Greenaprils
PS-In attempt not to lose my cool (again) at SM, I brain stormed some good things going on in my life. I forgot to mention that Dr. Handsome (Hot Chriopractor) is single again. It won't pay thi bills, but it helped a little. Mmmmmm....Sexy educated jewish men.......sigh
Back to the Drawing Board
Friday, April 18, 2008
Funny, I just read my last entry and I have no idea who I would cast as Mr. Big. Shit, I turn 30 and my memory starts to go. I thought that I might have a good 2-3 years before this happened.
Well, life is pretty much the same. I moved (again), started working out (again) and find myself mostly single (again).
Blog poll: Is it acceptable for a person that you are dating to share intimate details about what you two do in bed together in mixed company? If yes, to what degree may this "sharing" be acceptable? If no, how the heck do you bring it up in conversation that they fucked up?
Idea
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
The joke with my girlfriend is that I'm the Carrie. Out of all the SITC caracters I'm apparently the sightly neroutic, unconventionally beautiful, observant one. I would have not worn this badge happily until recently. My experience on mentioned dating site has brought out story after story. I'm thinking about posting some of them here. Hehehe. I already have a Mr. Big.
Star Choas
Monday, February 04, 2008
I have no idea what happened to my life this week. It was pretty mild to begin with, then I took a couple of much needed wonderful days off in the city. I even bought a car. Then all hell broke loose. Car broke down. Car accident. Over worked. Paycheck not correct. Hoping my rent check will clear. Seriously considering drinking heavliy. Having a meltdown on my sisters voicemail. All around no good.
Then Monday morning shows up and all is well. Everything I'm doing is easy. No frustration. Car being fixed. Appts set up. Bills paid. I could start skipping. I don't get it.
In another (possibly star related) event, I've been in a landslide of e-mails from the dating site I've been listed on. I've had THIRTEEN new contacts in the past two days. Thirteen. I hope it has nothing to with the upcoming commerically crappy Valentines Day. The television ads I saw yeaterday are definetly a good reason to start drinking.
Sad...
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
For a while Wednesdays were dedicated to my favorite eye candy. With the passing of Heath Ledger I thought this would be more of dedication than ogling. I just hope he's in a better place.
PS-I can't believe I linked E! News on my blog. Is this what grieving can do to you?
PP-I spent more time online than I ever ever ever expected in my life reading about Heath's package. Serious insight into male (gay/straight) psyche.
I (Heart) My Cervix!
Friday, January 18, 2008
Dear GreenAprils,
This is your cervix writing. I know, you might've forgotten I existed until you got this e-mail just now (what with vagina and clitoris always hogging all the attention). I bet you wouldn't even recognize me if you saw me -- me, your very own cervix!
Well, that's exactly why my pals at Planned Parenthood have a few ideas for you on how to show me some love. They've been helping women screen against cervical cancer for decades, and right now they're offering a few easy ways you can take care ofyours truly (or, for you guys out there, how you can make sure your sisters, spouses, daughters, and friends stay healthy,too):
TOP THREE WAYS TO LOVE YOUR CERVIX(or the Cervix of Someone You Love)
1. GET A PAP TEST. I know, I know, this seems obvious. But think about it: When WAS your last Pap test? Start taking care of it this very moment. It couldn't be more important, and Planned Parenthood couldn't make it easier for you to find your nearest health center and make anappointment. Please don't put it off; you owe me a Pap and acervical cancer screening at least once a year: Make your appointment now.
http://www.ppaction.org/ct/l7z-ncs1PrzF/FindHealthCenter
2. GET THE HPV VACCINE. You may have heard about this one in the news -- well, now it'stime to take advantage of it. Protect me from the types of humanpapilloma virus (HPV) responsible for 70 percent of all cervical cancer cases, not to mention genital warts. Check out these YouTube videos to learn more about me, HPV, and the HPV vaccine.
http://www.ppaction.org/ct/07z-ncs1PrzK/
3. HAVE SAFER SEX. Okay, duh. But seriously, when I say safer, I mean using protection every time. Add HPV and cervical cancer to the longlist of reasons why safer sex is sexier sex, and remember: your cervix cannot protect you, so please protect your cervix. Find out more about protection and safer sex here.
http://www.ppaction.org/ct/lpz-ncs1Prz-/SaferSex
Did I mention making your appointment -- now?
http://www.ppaction.org/ct/l7z-ncs1PrzF/FindHealthCenter
Happy National Cervical Cancer Screening Month!
Love,
Your cervix
P.S. Don't have a cervix? Forward this e-mail to the people you love who do have cervixes!
OK, I recieved this is my inbox this afternoon. It's a little cheesy, but it made me laugh. And it sends a great message: Taking charge of you health=Taking charge of your life!!!
To all our parts!
Getting Around
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I am a sucker for a well written song. Mr. Mraz is at the top of list for creative genius. One of my favorites is Plane. Sigh.......
Plane
Drain the veins in my head
Clean out the reds in my eyes to get by security lines
Dear x-ray machinePretend you don't know me so well
I wont tell if you lied
Cry, cause the droughts been brought up
Drinkin' cause you're lookin so good in your starbucks cup
I complain for the company that I keep
The windows for sleeping rearrange
And I'm nobody
Well who's laughin now
I'm leaving your town again
And I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
And I'm up in the air so baby hell yeah
Well I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
Damn, I should be so lucky
Even only 24 hours under your touch
You know I need you so much
I cannot wait to call you
And tell you that I landed somewhere
And hand you a square of the airport
And walk you through the maze of the map
That im gazing at
Gracefully unnamed and feeling guilty for the luck
And the look that you gave me
You make me somebody
Ain't nobody knows me
Not even me can see it, yet I bet I'm
I'm leaving your town again love
But I'm over the quilt that you've spinning
And I'm up in the air, so baby hell yeah
Oh honey I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
You keep me high minded
You get me high
Flax seeds, well they tear me open
And supposedly you can crawl right through me
Taste these teeth please
And undress me from these sweaters better hurry
Cause I'm keeping upward bound now
Oh maybe I'll build my house in your cloud
Here I'm tumbling for you
Stumbling through the work that I have to do
Don't mean to harm you
By leaving your town again love
But I'm over the ground that you've been spinning
But I'm up in the air, said baby hell yeah
Oh honey I can see your house from here
If the plane goes down, damn
I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
Well I'll remember where the love was found
If the plane goes down, damn
Who do you
Think you are, are, are, are
To keep me so oh cold, cold
You keep me high minded
You keep me high minded
You get me high minded
You get me high
Car-Ma
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I've been researching the possibility of converting a diesel truck to run on veggie oil or bio-diesel. I like the option. I dislike being so dependent on petrol. And with the turn of events that made 2007 henious, I'm looking for a new car and thought to purchase a truck to convert. I have been so over whelmed with the truck options out there that I was starting to lose it.
Then my sister called me and informed me that my mechanic that he had a Subaru for me if I still needed it. Then my chriopractor called to let me know one of his client needed to unload her Subi also (she was upgrading to a mini-van). Hmmm.
I think the universe is telling me something.
.....for Nothing
Well, my bank decided that I would be charged $100 in fees for my contracts not coming through. Someone will be yelled at today. I can feel it.
And on a completely unrealted note, Costco sells this item?
Help.
2+2=22
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Finally recieved a check from one of my contracts. Of course, it was incorrect. Grrr.....
Something...
I was very hopeful that 2008 was going to be a little better to me than 2007. No such luck. I am furious about the happenings this past week. So much so, that I took a mental health day. With additional daily counseling from my best friend I made it through. But I still have a negative bank account and hours of lost driving time. Still, seriously pissed.
I contract with local businesses for my massage services. They take a percentage of my earings and in return I get a recetptionist, room, supplies, etc. Last week one of my contracts flaked and didn't pay me one the day agreed. I was out about $350 for a couple days. Wednesday I went to collect on another contract and no money. Thursday again at another contract, no money. Right now, I'm out about a grand. F-U-C-K!!!
I'll Take Anything
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
As you may have noticed I was not a fan of 2007. I'm soooo looking forward to 2008 and this is a great sign:
Solar physicists have been waiting for the appearance of a reversed-polarity sunspot to signal the start of the next solar cycle. The wait is over. A magnetically reversed, high-latitude sunspot emerged today. This marks the beginning of Solar Cycle 24 and the first step toward a new solar maximum. Intense solar activity won't begin right away. Solar cycles usually take a few years to build from solar minimum (where we are now) to Solar Max (expected in 2011 or 2012). It's a slow journey, but we're on our way!
YAY!!!!
Feast and Famine
My third post for the day. I couldn't help myself. Found this in my google search for "goat" near my home. Awesome.
Yes, that is a goat in a tree. For my birthday I want a Goat Brushers T-Shirt and a guard llama.
Missing the Blog
Logged onto Pandora and they mixed this song into my play list. I love this F*&^%NG song. Wish I had repeat on this.:
Marrow-Ani DiFranco
The answer came like a shot in the back
While you were running from your lesson
Which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question. Plus, you weren't listening
You were stockpiling canned goods making a bomb shelter of our basement.
And I can't believe you let the moral go by while you were soaking in the product placement. And where was your conscience?
Where was your consciousness?
And where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address?
I'm a good kisser, and you're a fast learner
And that kind of thing could float us for a pretty long time.
And then one day, you'd realized you've memorized my phone number
And you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line.
Cuz I got tossed out the window of love's el camino
And I shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb.
You were smoking me weren't you, between your yellow fingers
You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word.
And where was your conscience?
Where was your consciousness?
And where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address? There's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons
The whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up
And so one by one I am dusting off labels
I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups.
So go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine and I'll have a taste of mine
But first let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things
That we promised to do differently next time.
Cuz the answer came like a shot in the back
While you were running from your lesson which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question.
Cause I'm not listening to you anymore.
My head is too sore and my heart's perforated
And I am mired in the marrow of my "well ain't that funny?" bone
Learning how to be alone and devastated.
And Where was my conscience?
Where was my consciousness?
And what do I do with all these letters that I wrote to myself but can not address?
Marrow
Pushed
WARNING: Content may offend.
My sister just called me to ask what would happen if you at an at home birth and the baby dies, could you be charged with murder? To be honest I have no idea, I'm in the process of consulting with some peers on this and will gat back to you. Too most having a child outside the conifes of a "safe" environment of the hospital is "unsafe" This is completely preputated by western standards (that is an oxymoron) of mother baby care. In recent examination of "practice protocol" it has come to light that some helpful interventions do exactly the opposite. I could blog about this for years and with passion. However, this valid question my sister asked was spurred by a segment that she watched today on Good Morning America, on which they featured a woman who gave birth to her fourth child at home with just her husband assisting. I find this facisinating for this reason: Instead of fearturing the huge range of choices that a women has when giving birth (and YES it is still the woman's choice), the reporters focus in on the two ends of the spectrum. Complete medical birth and at home with out anyone but yourself. Nothing inbetween. Then ask the question which is "better"? Annoying would be an understatement. This is one of the many interesting dichomoty of our culture. Picking what is best for yourself has to be supported by an expert or a narrow ideology. Think about it:, you be: Gay/Straight, Black/White, Male/Female, but not both. This is problematic in so many ways, but that is another bolg, I suppose.
GMA in the story featured a book titled "Pushed: The Painful Truth about Childbirth and Modern Maternity Care by Jennifer Block (Da Capo Lifelong Books, 2007)." and had an excerpt. I have heard very good things about this book. I was schocked while reading this section:
Goorchenko's first baby was born at the hospital. She was an unexpectedly pregnant 19-year-old and got "one heck of an episiotomy," she says. "I had a mirror set up so I could see the birth and all of a sudden I'm watching my vagina being cut with scissors." It took years to get over the psychological trauma. "And on top of that it just fucks up your vagina," says Goorchenko. "I had incontinence. I could barely feel sex for a year and a half."
Interesting. I think Eve Ensler might be joing the cause. In a way she already has. A year and a half? I want to believe that this is the exception rather than the norm, but my current training as a doula has opened my eyes. WOMEN: This is the norm.
In addition to national exposure thier are numerous educational and evidence based information about preganacy and the birthing process. I'll post these soon, but for now check out the Doulas of North America for the basics.
Also, this month a new documentary titled "The Business of Being Born" is being realeased. If you don't go and see the movie at least check out the website and watch the trailer. I work in this "industry" and I learned something.
2008 Here I Come!!!
Monday, January 07, 2008
It is truly hard to describe how shitty 2007 was for me. It will be a while before I recover. I hope to be able to laugh about it (maybe in about 25-30 years). I'm being dramatic of course, but the good thing about 2007 being crappy is that I have really low expectations for the upcoming 365 days. I'm hoping this is a plus beacuse I do not like the stentch of cyncism that I've noticed lately.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!
Stole this from OSCAR (friends blog). Feel free to copy and paste w/your own answers.
1.) Where did you begin 2007? Babysitting. It was a crazy night. Bedtime at 8:30pm. I should have know then what 2007 had in store for me.
2.) What was your status by Valentine's Day? Single and sick.
3.) Were you in school (anytime this year)? Doula school, does that count?
4.) How did you earn your money? Massage of course.
5.) Did you have to go to the hospital? Yes, when I rolled my car.
6.) Did you have any encounters with the police? Yes, too many to count.
7.) Where the hell did number seven go?
8.) What did you purchase that was over $1000? Deposit for the house, car rental fees, New tools for my business. Oh, and the lovely hospital bills.
9.) Did you know anybody who got married? Scott and Michelle, former roomates.
10.) Did you know anybody who passed away? Great Aunt Noreen and Uncle Lenny. How could I forget the deer that commited suicide with my car?
11.) Did you know anyone who had a baby? No, but I'm pretty set up for 2008.
12.) Did you move anywhere? Every week or so, I was camping for most of the summer.
13.) Did you have sex? Yes. Thank Goddess.
14.) What concerts/shows did you go to? G-Love, Bob Schinieder, Asylum Street Spankers, Greencards, Blue Turtle, Sol Jibe and some I can't remember.
15.) Are you registered to vote? No, my best friend is going to kill me.
16.) Who did you want to win American Idol? Huh?
17.) Where do you live now? In a house, thank goddess
18.) Describe your birthday? Forced fun until I had a good amount of Casadores in me. Then, as usual, I was a dancing queen.
19.) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2007? Roll my car. That stands out the most, but I could list about 17 other things.
20.) What has been your favorite moment? My sister still being alive.
21.) What's something you learned about yourself? Shit, really is this a question. I have an unusal tolerance for the universe F*&^ing with me. That and I was born to drive a Ford Mustang.
22.) Any new additions to your family? LuLoo, my pedigree Organian Camping Cat
23.) What was your best month? Feburary. Ah, blissful ignorance.
24.) What music will you remember 2007 by? Anything by Timbaland
25.) Who has been your best drinking buddy? Anyone giving me cider for free. Laura, Andrea and Andrea's mom of course.
26.) Made new friends? Yes, I did. Kindergarten paid off (finally).
27.) New best friend? My sister and I closer than ever. Maybe not best friends, yet.
28.) Favorite Night out? A long story, but the night of the G-Love show I was "left with no other option" than to go home with a guy because I had no place to sleep at my sisters house. It was a lucky night for a lot of people. Good times. Oh, and how could I forget Ellis Island Casino in Las Vegas. Damn that was fun!!
29.) Do you think 2008 will be better or worse? IT HAS TO BE BETTER.
