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.
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.
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"
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.
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!!!
...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?
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.
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.
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
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?
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.......
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.
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.
