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| My Mother is in a Cookie Jar |
| 06.30.04 (12:37 pm) [edit] |
In my entertainment center. A teddy bear cookie jar with my mother's (and Mimi's mother's) ashes. This week's FlyLady zone is the living room. I have been dreading cleaning out that area of my house for obvious reasons.
Tonight is the night. Soon enough, sister and I must take that cookie jar to Maine and scatter those ashes on the Atlantic Ocean. But for now, they stay - they do not get 27 Fling Boogied.
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| Heni's Response to Kisses of Tenderness, Tenderness of Kisses |
| 06.30.04 (12:13 pm) [edit] |
was about a 3 page epic poem with the hundreds of kiss descriptions that any four people could dream up. I wish I could post it here but that would be totally wrong.
Suffice it to say that things are warming up in the world of Heni and Jessica Rabbit.
He told me I am werry werry baaaaad.
I said, no, I am not bad. I am just drawn that way.
Another volley of emails later.....
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| Kisses of Tenderness and the Tenderness of Kisses |
| 06.29.04 (5:51 pm) [edit] |
One of the things that I like about my Heni is that he is tender. Tenderness is a quality that most guys try not to reveal. They are all capable, I think.
I called Henry tonight to see what he was doing. His voice made it very clear to me that he was very happy indeed to hear from me. I could hear the tenderness.... when he asked how MY day was. The tenderness was like a kiss.
And then, there is that potential of a kiss. A kiss is a promise that may or may not be kept. A kiss is a sign of vulnerability. We kiss to mean something, as humans. Kisses express affection, love and sympathy.
Which is why the perjorative "kiss my ass" is effective as an insult. The juxtaposition of the power of a kiss with the nether regions....therein the problem lies.
Kisses are powerful. Kisses are good. Kisses are coveted. Kisses are sexy, arousing, scintillating. Kisses are stolen. Kisses are chocolate. Kisses are wet. Kisses are hot. Kisses are candy. Kisses are hungry. Kisses are the best parts of movies. Kisses can be famous. Consider the kiss captured in the photo of the nurse and GI at the end of WWII. Kisses are signals of how we feel, where we may go, where we have been.
We kiss our children, our neices and nephews. We kiss our loved ones and our pets. We kiss the Blarney Stone for luck. We "kiss it goodbye", nah nah nah nah - hey hey.
I can't wait to kiss my Heni. But I will, until the time is right.
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| When do you..... |
| 06.29.04 (9:36 am) [edit] |
Sex -when you begin dating, how long before you know that the time is right? Do you feel that you have to have feelings for the person? Must you be "in love"? Heavily in like? Or is there some other criteria.
For me, I have to have some pretty strong feelings for the person. How long that takes, is anybodys guess. I have not always felt like that, but as I have gotten older, and with the events of the recent past - and going through a two year dating hiatus.....I have had a lot of time to think about it.
My self respect has never been higher than this recent haitus has brought. Who knew??? I am not in a position anymore that my body is my currency (Alannis, yup) and I don't feel compelled to do something I am not eager to do with someone I don't know REALLY well.
But what do you think?
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| How Offensive is THIS! |
| 06.29.04 (7:38 am) [edit] |
I mentioned to boss' wife that I had gone out on two dates with "my new boyfriend". Told her the very basic of basics, that he is a pharmacist, he is 56, he has a cat, he is nice, etc.
Her response: I told MLC (boss) that you must have had sex.
I was flabbergasted. I have hugged Henry. What kind of statement was that for her to make to my boss! What does she clearly think of me????
Soooo glad I decided to get out of here. And this is why.
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| Heni is making dinner for me Friday |
| 06.28.04 (12:12 pm) [edit] |
Last night, sitting on the couch listening to music and talking to Henry (Heni is the diminutive form of endearment) I asked when his next day off will be. It is Friday. We have made tentative plans for him to make dinner for me.
This morning I awakened to an email with a piece of music attached. It was Celine Dion's Prayer. Now for a man who says he borders on agnostic, this is the 2nd "prayer" reference in two days.
The aforementioned email was addressed to "your highness". Heni is smart, say what?
While we were doing what we were doing, Lacy invented a new game.
1. push tennis ball into space between cushions on couch until it drops to the floor.
2. Go under couch and retrieve.
3. Repeat.
We were cracking up watching this over and over. She is so brilliant.
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| Guess who came for Dinner! |
| 06.27.04 (6:38 pm) [edit] |
Greets and salutations.
I asked Henry for dinner. We had a wonderful time. I made a Vietnamese recipe that I had not done a dry run on. It sucked. Henry was gracious about it.
We agreed that he would arrive at 4:30 or thereabouts. He was prompt, and brought a bottle of wine. The conversation flowed easily and without pretense.... his words... in an email recently recieved.
He was good with my dogs, appreciated my home. He is endearing. He is intelligent, speaks brilliantly.
There was that awkward moment when we both knew that he should leave... there were a bunch of hand touches, shoulder brushes, and so forth.... I left it to him. We were talking about "next time" - when that would be. He invited me into his arms. Invited me. Held open his arms, exposing his heart. I folded in. It felt wonderful. We embraced for any number of minutes.
Henry - my Heni.
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| Birthday Girl Right HERE |
| 06.24.04 (12:50 pm) [edit] |
Today is my birthday. I am rapidly approaching 50. HOW DID THAT Happen!!!!!!
So imagine my surprise and delight when I found in my email, not one but two lovely cards from Henry. Then - in the post office my wild new phone rings. YUP - Henry. Cept I cannot answer it because I haven't figured that part out yet.
Bosses wife brought in my beautifully wrapped gift that I have been dreading. You all can recall that bosses wife has - shall we say- different tastes than mine. Remember the purse that fell into pieces in the parking lot???? As I feared, she gifted me with another item that has no bearing on my life. Gratefully, I won't have to wear it. I can take it home and put it right in the donate pile in the garage. It is a gold metal egg on a stand with naked women kneeling - holding up the stand with their backs. Very weird and thoroughly hideous.
So now it is time to go do something.... maybe I will find someplace for that free birthday dessert.
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| Henry Called! |
| 06.23.04 (4:35 pm) [edit] |
Guess what! Henry called. I invited him for dinner Sunday. I am intending to make this wonderful recipe - Lemongrass chicken.
He was at work, and I was getting my new cell phone. My old cell phone was the prototype for all subsequent cell phones. It weighs 7 pounds. It has enough battery power for one or more calls in a day! It can store 5 phone numbers!
MY new cell phone requires an engineer to operate it. I think I will hand it to Henry and let HIM figure it out. He can show me.
I like talking to Henry on the telephone. I kinda like Henry.
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| I Called Henry |
| 06.23.04 (11:53 am) [edit] |
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Henry has mentioned that the best time to reach him is early in the morning. So I called from the parking lot of the post office. But he didn't answer, so I left a message. Maybe he will call back this evening. I will keep you posted.
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| Now that the Dust is Settling.. |
| 06.23.04 (11:39 am) [edit] |
Boss and I are on better terms. He whipped up a job description for faxing to the employment agencies that he hopes can find a replacement for me. But by the looks of the job description, he may have to up the ante to about $50.00 per hour.
If he had only let me know that he appreciated the things that I have done. He is about to find out the hard way. ...
And I am SO looking forward to next Friday! Talk about Independence day!!!! Talk about fireworks!!!
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| Desireable |
| 06.22.04 (6:56 pm) [edit] |
What if he freaks because I gave notice? What if he thinks that is about him? (It is not. It is about me). Dang! I HATE insecurities. I am tired of it.
He makes me feel desirable. I have not felt that way in a long time. Desirable. Worthy of wanton thoughts. Sexy, desirable, attractive.
Truth be told: perhaps we are destined to be spiritually connected. Maybe the physical stuff is a part of our pasts. However, that said, we are talking about a pharmacist..... but... the emails have indicated that he finds me "desireable".
This very special person has written such pretty words that if I never were to hear from him again ( doubtful) that I would believe that he found me desireable.
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| Colin and School |
| 06.22.04 (5:48 pm) [edit] |
I tell you, I am so looking forward to having enough time to spend with my boy. He is good and will only get better if I get to spend about 15 minutes a day with him. Really. Spend 15 minutes a day with your dog. You would be amazed at how much they will learn.
He does well in school. I am approaching that aha moment that I seek with regard to heeling. He is so close, I can feel it. I started working with him off lead tonight. NOT BAD.
He loves it when I do a squeaky voice. Gets all wiggly waggly. But he sure does try to avoid sittin on them there man berries.
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| Griffin and Sabine - Or Henry and Susan |
| 06.22.04 (3:24 pm) [edit] |
Henry and I have been exchanging long emails full of prose and pretty phrases. I like Henry. I tell him that. He keeps attempting to convince me that English is difficult for him. If so, he is astoundingly brilliant. His emails are jam packed with brilliance.
I have printed out all of the emails and intend to put them in a scrapbook format. Sort of like Griffin and Sabine. I love those books. Like reading someone's love letters. Each page a little envelope with drawings, and a sweet letter inside.
Did I dream him up? Or he me?
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| Smoothing Things Down |
| 06.22.04 (7:34 am) [edit] |
I don't want to leave on a bad note, and he doesn't want me to leave on a bad note.
I have written a book about how to do my job. Step by step, cross referenced. A manual of how to run this place. He wants me to check through it, add a few things, make sure he knows how to do it and all that. OK can do.
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| What I Have in Mind |
| 06.21.04 (12:23 pm) [edit] |
I think I am going to get my house together while I look for a new job. I may look for a part time job so that I can take better care of my home and my furry kids.
Funny, when that person came in here this morning with that dog... and he went off on me.... I do believe that the client knew it was going on. I think she feels really bad. But you know what he did? He told the woman that she could not have the dog in the office and to put him in her car - IT IS 90 DEGREES IN THE SHADE HERE! IT IS ILLEGAL TO LEAVE A DOG IN A PARKED CAR HERE. Since he was previously a police officer, he knows this. AND bonus! He knows *I* know it.
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| 2 Weeks Notice |
| 06.21.04 (7:50 am) [edit] |
So this morning a client brings in her dog - and boss goes really wild on me because "I need to not get into conversations with clients about their dogs". He is serious. [i][u]There was a person who worked for his wife[/u][/i] who brought her dog in and it peed on the carpet. Somehow, seeing photos of MY dogs on MY desk got her thinking that my life would not be complete without seeing her dachshund. And lo and behold, I have NEVER seen such a cute dachshund (sarcasm warning level ORANGE).
Well... you know what? It is beyond my ability to control what clients do. So he can find someone else. When I told him I was leaving - wow! The look on his face was priceless. But he didn't apologize.
Two hours later, still very tense. I hope he finds someone very quickly. I really do. I would walk out today if I could.
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| Henry and I Meet |
| 06.20.04 (9:25 am) [edit] |
Henry called this morning. We chatted for a bit and then made plans to have brunch at a favorite Sunday brunch place.
We talked easily. No pretense, no awkwardness (well... just a little maybe first date nerves). I kind of liked what I saw. Not from a wow is he a knockout standpoint, but from a man who is able to laugh at himself (he announced that he swims like a rock.)
After we finished brunch we went to a park and sat watching the ducks and talked some more. He asked if I had a cd player in my car and produced a cd that he had made for me with violin music and other classical pieces that he thought I would like. Among them, Pachelbels Canon.... of course, one of my all time favorites. He remembers every detail that I have written and everything that I have said.
Most profound was our discussion of lost loves. His lady died 8 years ago. As you may know, mine died 4 years ago. Henry said that he feels that a goodly part of him died with her. I have said those very same words...on that night, the best part of me died. Like swans, we grieve for our besheert forever and we are also grieving for that part of us that has also died. I think it is our soul.
So we agree that while one can go on to feel very strong affections and connections with another, there is but one great love per lifetime. But knowing that, we can comfortably talk to each other about the lost partner and have the expectation of more understanding and more compassion.
His name is Lam but he prefers that I continue to call him Henry. We have made tentative plans to see each other next Sunday after sister leaves to return to Orlando. I am looking forward to it.
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| OH HENRY! |
| 06.19.04 (7:05 pm) [edit] |
My dear departed BIL had a term for it: twitterpated.
I have never spoken to Henry. But there is a connection. Not unlike Griffin and Sabine. I worry that the momentum might be lost if I succomb to my neighbor/friends demand that I kayak with them tomorrow.
Know what? It is too large a demand. I don't WANT to spend the whole of MY day doing that. I want to take my kayak out for a couple of hours only. I am saying NO to the demands. They made reservations. No one asked me. I don't have to and I am not gonna.
So THERE!
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| HENRY DOES DRUGS! OH HAPPY DAY! |
| 06.19.04 (6:56 pm) [edit] |
Taking Lynne's sage advice - I asked directly. Now, understand, Henry is Chinese. Therefore, the rules are different. Saving face is important. There are protocols to follow.
But I asked. And I was relieved to be rewarded with the following: he does NOT work in the hospital of question. Indeed, he works in the hospital where dear daughter was born. He is apparently a pharmacist.
I can dig it. Thanks Lynne, for the reality check. Sister also, for reminding me that you cannot try on shoes if you are not in a shoe store.
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| Pit Bulls in Poodle Skin Clothing - Buddy's Back |
| 06.19.04 (5:14 pm) [edit] |
Buddy came back today. He got ahold of the lady's bottom plate (which was NOT in her mouth at the time, thank G-d)! When she tried to get it, he cornered her and bit her stomach.
I retrieved him. My plan is to have him checked for Lyme disease on Monday. Lyme can make dogs act crazy. I don't think it is Lyme, but I want to eliminate it. Then, next step - have his canines extracted. That way, if he bites again - and he likely will.... having bitten four people so far... the damage that he can inflict will be less severe. This is the only way to save Buddy's life so please - if you think it is cruel, and you would prefer Buddy to be murdered (not euthanized because he is not sick or in pain) please don't leave nasty remarks. Dogs without canine teeth live long productive lives. He will be under anesthesia for the procedure and it will not hurt.
The shock collar that I am going to put on him will, though. And you betcha that every time he growls or snaps - he will get zapped. It is amazing how much self control he can exhibit when I have the spray bottle of vinegar in my hand. But for safety sake, and he proved today that he cannot be trusted, I have got to take it up a notch and fix him.
Damn - I was so hoping she would listen to me and follow my instructions to the letter. First thing she did was let him sleep with her. Total loss of control. Shoot. Back to square one.
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| Clearing the Chaos |
| 06.19.04 (4:25 am) [edit] |
The garage is full of stuff to be donated. That is my plan for the morning. Tackle the loading and the schlepping of the stuff that I have flung all week.
This week's zone was the bathroom and one other room. I chose my office as the other room. It will take another couple of run throughs before it is totally decluttered. But - I can see open spaces where there were not any before. There are two fewer pieces of furniture than there were before. I see two more on the way out.
My darling husband kept EVERYTHING. So there is a lot of stuff. Furthermore, he had this idea that this house is way bigger than it really is. Many years ago, we had the hardwood floors redone and painted and bought new furniture. While I liked the furniture (then), it is too big in scale for this house. Also, we bought too much of it. Furthermore, in the sense of compromise and fairness, we bought the entertainment center that he liked which is the size of a Hummer. The space for it is more like Cooper Mini.
So I am off to St. V de P. to dump this stuff. But my head is clearer for doing so and someone will be very happy to get it.
Thanks to my sister again for Flylady.net and thanks to FlyLady for showing me the way.
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| OH HENRY!!!! Or is it Griffin and Sabine? |
| 06.18.04 (6:33 pm) [edit] |
More vapid Henry meanderings. Henry is very very small.... 5'6" and slender. Should a hurricane enter Pinellas county, it will be a good thing that he has made my aquaintance. For the record, could someone explain to me why I am all giddy and schoolgirly just reading some emails???
Henry left Hong Kong when he was 18. I previously said that Henry writes well. That is an understatement. Shameful as it may be, I know good writing when I see it. Henry can write. He sent me a piece he dredged up earlier today. If this guy is translating, cutting, pasting.. cheese and mice - he approaches genius.
This I like in a guy.
We have escalated to exchanging telephone numbers. I have resorted to begging for a meeting. Alas...
I want to go for a walk on the beach.
MY biggest fear? Henry works in the medical field in some capacity. I dread and fear that he works at THAT hospital and knows those people... which would be the end of any potential Henry loves Susan story that you may be writing in your head.
Maybe he is a nurse in surgical recovery... let's hope.
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| Flinging for Jesus |
| 06.17.04 (4:21 pm) [edit] |
With all due respect.... I am a Jew. My husband was not. My recent and frequent 27 Fling Boogies have led me into not temptation, yea they are delivering me from evil.
This week's zone is the bathroom and "one other room". For those with chirren, it is kids room. Since my kids all hang out all over the house, my "other room" this week has been my office.
Joseph was quite well read in the religion department. Yesterday, while doing the 27 fling boogie (throw away 27 things, find another 27 to give away) I hit the religion section in the bookcase.
I want the bookcase divided into thirds. One third books, one third decorative items, one third empty.
I hit that religion section hard and fast. The chances of me reading the new testament or any bible containing it are as narrow as the possibility of me becoming a prima ballerina and giving birth during the Philaharmonic in a year that the Tampa Bay Lightening win the Stanley Cup AGAIN. Not so much.
Furthermore, if I give them away, I "share" the gift of the Lord. So I did. I boxed up 85 variations on a theme. Along with Strong's Concordance, and Who's Who in the Bible and all the rest of it. Someone will enter that St. V de P and do the Hallelujah dance all over the place.
Meanwhile, back at the oasis, the natives were eating their dates.... but I digress.
The religion section is manageable. Still huge... for that was not solely HIS interest... but the remainder can be read from Right to LEFT and that is a good thing.
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| Falling for Henry |
| 06.17.04 (4:12 pm) [edit] |
Henry has English as a second language, yet makes me feel so honored.... that he takes the effort to write and then translate, cut and paste. We are not talking short little emails here. We are talking well thought out prose.
Henry is nice. Henry writes well (big score in my book). Henry is attentive.
Henry knows when I am pulling his chain. He pulls back. Henry says I am "pleasantly plump" and that perhaps I will share a couple of pounds with him so that he might not blow away in a strong wind.
Henry has seen very recent photos of me kayaking and deemed them "delightful and well crafted".
Henry got my cell phone number today....
Can we collectively cross our cyberfingers that he calls????
Gratefully
SofP
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| His Name is Henry |
| 06.15.04 (7:40 pm) [edit] |
I have decided that my new love interest is named Henry. He is Asian. His name is Henry and he is gentle. Henry and I will be tending a zen garden of love.
That said, I am going to bed. For the record... I make my bed every morning. I am going to climb into my bed and dream of Henry kissing me soundly.
I keep a sheet on the bed - on top - so that the puppies do not ruin the quilt. Henry will not mind.
Did I mention that Henry writes well? He does. I am going to kiss his entire Asian face.
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| WHAT WAS I THINKING! |
| 06.15.04 (3:12 pm) [edit] |
Today I spent an hour clearing my desk at home. I paid bills. I filed... and I flung. Did I really believe that I needed to keep every newsletter that I helped with in the neighborhood since 1994???? Do you know how much all of that weighed???
It is gone gone gone. It went with the other 35 pounds of paper nagging at me. And you know what? The zen - ness of that clear space on my desk is matched to the zen like place in my head. That clutter is like an albatross around my neck.
Yesterday I dumped this set of home decorating books that came in installments. I must have laid out about a gazillion dollars over a period of years to have "the whole set". And over the years, just how many of the "projects" did I do? That is correct. Zero. Blessed them and let them go, I did.
And now - having washed the floor in the guest room with my nifty golifty Clorox Floor cleaning system, I am off to educate my boy in the fine art of First GRADE Obedience dog school.
Ta ta for now! Fling like you mean it.
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| Better than Sex Toys |
| 06.14.04 (5:27 pm) [edit] |
In no particular order- My new favorite toys:
Mr. Clean Magic Eraser - Can you just say WOW! These things dipped in water and applied to greasy crappy stuff dissolve everything. You get to see the proof on the nice white spongy rectangle until you rinse and reuse.
Lysol toilet brush - I don't have to touch anything. I get a clean turlet with a squeeze of a trigger and a swish. Say no mo.
Clorox Readi Mop - Genius! Ezzz pure genius. You heet zeee button, she squirt cleaning stuff, you swipe. Voila! Eees done. Bye bye.
I suppose that SOME people would be out buying clothes and shoes and makeup. ME? You can find me in Tarjay trying to find things to simplify and organize my life.
Today's big splurge: laundry baskets for the closet. Small, one dark, one light. Theory is when a basket is full, it is taken to the laundry room and that load is begun. Film at eleven.
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| 27FlingBoogie |
| 06.14.04 (5:16 pm) [edit] |
One of the big issues for me has been dealing with this house. When you lose someone you love as much as I loved Joseph, it is debilitating to have to toss stuff. Conversely, keeping it is more than I can bear. I am not talking about the things that were hugely sentimental, like his wedding band, I am talking about his underwear and the tire gauges and the 487 tons of stuff that guys have. The racing bike in the attic and the flannel shirts of which he had many. The books, records, school papers, artifacts from his parents and grandparents that mean little to me. FOURTEEN boxes of Playboy magazines.
My beloved sister has turned me on to a website called FlyLady.net. Now I am hooked. It sounded nuts at first. Wear shoes. Shine your sink. 27 Fling Boogie. But! (And this is a gargantuan but), she explains why we are all unable to maintain a clean and orderly life because we have unrealistic expectations. AND (and if you think that BUT was big, but I digress....) I can do anything for 15 minutes.
So, in short, my life and my house are coming together. Fifteen minutes at a time. My sink is shining. I know where my laundry is. My shoes are on my feet. It is encouraging to note that I was the child of a woman who was born organized. I can never picture our family home in any state of dissarray. Now, in hindsight, I realize that mom was a regular tosser. I imagine her in heaven chortling with laughter and elbowing Joseph (another born clean freak) as Tracy and I fling and toss years of aquired crap.
John Edwards was asked by a guest if it bothered their person lost to them to get rid of stuff. His answer came in the form of a question. "Where is your first car?" The guest, of course, replied that they had no idea. John Edwards' response was that it was not important, that you did not need your first car, nor did it matter. He went on to say that the "things" we attach such great weight to are just like that first car to those who have left us for another plane of existence (what *I* like to think of as heaven).
Currently, heaven for me is a couple of clean spots in a house currently up to its eyeballs in clutter. But it is getting better.
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| So Ronny Raygun has died. |
| 06.09.04 (8:08 pm) [edit] |
He's a drugstore Truck driving man,
He's the head of the Klu klux Klan
When summer comes rolling around
you'll be lucky to get out of town
he's been like a father to me
He's like the only DJ that you hear after three
Etc.....
Ronald Raygunzap has died and the post office will be closed on Friday. Ronnie - whose wife called in psychics to see how things should go, at taxpayer expense.... he died. Now we should all shut down in a national day of mourning for a man who knew how to act in the presence of a monkey. Who knew when the media eye was on him.
The day my darling died I could not fathom how to breathe. I could not imagine how the sun continued to rise. I could not guess how the world got up, went to school, work, built things, tore things down, pulled in a breath, let out a breath, gave birth, went on a date, sold a condo.
He was way better than Ronald Raygunzap. He never ever once even traded weapons and then lied about it.
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| 27 FLING BOOGIES ALL OVER THE HOUSE! |
| 06.09.04 (7:22 pm) [edit] |
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I have been turned on - thanks to beloved sister, to FlyLady.net who strongly advocates simplifying your life by abolishing all that you do not love and cherish from your home.
I have been doing the 27Fling Boogie like a woman possessed.
I have worked in the garage (if ever a dungeon existed, it is here) which, for me, is a difficult place. Because it was Joseph's domain.... I keep repeating this mantra in my head that I heard: Do you know where your first car is? No? Why not? Because you don't need to know, and you don't care anymore. Well, dear readers, for those of us that have lost those who we love so much, we must remember that mantra. Joseph doesn't really care if I give away or toss his old bicycle seat or his table saw. He only cares about my happiness, and the happiness of those that he loved... and they were legion. However, it is still a task for those strong of will and spirit. I have procrastinated like crazy. But FlyLady has given me permission to deal with it in 15 minute increments. It is truly an amazing thing to see what you can get cleared in 15 minutes.
So the process is in full swing. I have begun with babysteps to fling with the best of them. I have begun to think like a woman who is moving cross country. I have begun to part with crap that I cannot or will not use.
Already I have made 3 trips to donate stuff. I had a wall in my bedroom that adjoined the attic fitted with a set of drawers about 3 years ago. It has occurred to me that I have more drawer space in my bedroom than the Pentagon. I have deepsixed enough that I got rid of a dresser. A whole dresser. So now, I have rearranged my bedroom in a Fung Shui fashion and I am grooving on it. Tonight, I got carried away and polished the furniture in there. Heck, I had already moved the dresser out and vacuumed... de cluttered, moved my bed... it only took an additional 5 minutes to polish the two remaining pieces.
So - I am in a Zen mode, clearing my head and my life of clutter. I thank my sister - who found FlyLady, and kept insisting that it was right up my alley.
Insiders note - I know where my laundry is, I know where my shoes are and my sink is shiny, thank you very much.
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| ONE HOUR to go Before I Go on Vacation |
| 06.09.04 (11:58 am) [edit] |
I am taking Thurday and Friday off so I have a 4 day weekend.
Boss has been on vacation all week. I had asked for next Thursday and Friday for Colin's debut. Colin is not ready. So I rescheduled it for this week.
That made boss happy.
But - To begin my vacation, I have some unpleasant thing to deal with... dentist. Two facial fillings due to my incessant grinding of my teeth. Understand this is not about decay. This is the enamel shearing off the front of my teeth because I put so much torque on them.
So - in my usual methodology of making too much work for myself, both poodles are getting a haircut tomorrow. A professional haircut, to bring them back to manageble by their grooming challenged mother.
After the dentist (and my new appliance is ready to be fitted) I am taking Hobie Wan Kanobi out for his maiden voyage. Then the puds get picked up at 4 and I have another appointment at Aacardi at 6.
Somewhere in there I need to pack for a trip to Orlando to see sissy's FlyLadyfied house. But, that FlyLady, she got my laundry together - so at least THAT is not an issue.
I am looking for kayak rental spots in Orlando. Taking Hobie and the dogs. Be back Sunday (early) so as to take Hobie out again with Carol.
Can't hardly wait!
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| FlyLady.Net and the 27 Fling Boogie |
| 06.09.04 (4:32 am) [edit] |
I have my sister to thank for this one.... I am enamored of FlyLady.net and what she is doing for my household.
One of the things that I have learned already is that I have way too much stuff. I have begun doing the 27 Fling Boogie all over the house.
This consists of taking a garbage bag and filling it with 27 things to throw away. Now get a box or bag and fill it with 27 things to give away to charity.
Now - FlyLady has asked that her stuff not be copied and pasted or infringed upon. So- that being said, I recommend that you go to the website to get the real deal.
All I can tell you is that it is freeing my head to see the tons of stuff that is going to charity on a daily basis. AND I can shut the Tupperware cabinet doors. AND the top of my refrigerator is clean and clear.
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| That Silly Quiz |
| 06.08.04 (4:51 am) [edit] |
1. Who are you?
2. Have we ever met?
3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
4. Describe me in one word.
5. What reminds you of me?
6. If you could give me anything, what would it be?
7. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
8. Are you going to put this on your weblog and see what I say about you?
9. What do you love like a fat kid loves cake?
10. What makes you come back here?
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| Hobie Mirage - Hobie wan Kanobi |
| 06.08.04 (4:31 am) [edit] |
My kayak, Hobie Wan Kanobi, is a Hobie Mirage. This is the SUV of kayaks, dear readers.
I can pedal it. I can sail it. I can use the oar. Three ways to get home. It is 9'6" and all of 45 lbs. I can put it on my roof rack all alone.
I got a PFD for the dogs. There is space behind me for a dog. I think Chuck might enjoy kayaking. Since the puds get to do other sports, this may become Chuck's recreation. However, I will wait a couple weeks until I feel comfortable and secure in my ability to get me out of trouble in the water.
A bunch of my friends have kayaks and there is a kayak club that goes together on trips. I think I am in for an adventure.
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| The Gift of Flylady.com |
| 06.07.04 (7:47 am) [edit] |
My sister has been yakking about this "FlyLady" for weeks. Finally, I decided to check it out. Huge gift from sissy.
Flylady educates us about how to release clutter, organize and clean, and do it all like you mean it. AND keep it up.
Go to FlyLady.com right now! I swear!
BTW, in the event that any of you are wondering why I have not blogged in so long..... I have been busy cleaning and getting rid of clutter. I did go on a date with a control freak last week. I did go to Skipper's Smoke House with Claudia Friday night, and I have been going out with Carol a lot now that I can afford it.
I also have been researching and shopping for (drumroll) a kayak. I have found my kayak and intend to purchase it tomorrow. I have named it already.
Ready? It is a Hobie, with 3 means of motion - pedals, sail, and rowing with an oar. It's name will be .....
Hobie Wan Kanobi.
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