German authorities are preparing to clear hundreds bombs left from World War II that are strewn under Berlin's busiest airport.
I promise a "real" post later. Oh, had another interview today. At a job I actually want. Yay!!!
Finally. Thinking persons family planning.
It's amazing what our President has accomplished in only a week.
Can't wait to see what else Super Obama can do.
Ok, a little cheesed, my spell check just no-noed Obama's name. That needs to change.
Baby Calls 911 and Gets Dad Arrested
The best part of this story is, of course the comments. I am also wondering what size house this was. If memory serves me correct 500 plants are a hellauv lot. I sure there was something (the smell) that tipped the Mounties (awesome) off.
Still looking for a job. Everyday is up and down. Just trying to keep my sanity and pay what bills I can.
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.
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
**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.
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.
