WINNER!

YAY! I'm over the 50,000 word goal... I did it!

Not an easy feat... I'm lost my tan. My kids and friends think I'm nuts (but they thought that before, so it's okay). My waistline has inflated, and my butt hurts!

But it was worth it!

Will I do again next year? Ask me next year.

I'm taking Molly for a nice LONG walk...

Cheers!

Middle-aged Adolescent Masterpiece

Lately, with the help of hand analysis, I’m beginning to see my true calling, but the closer I get the more confusing it becomes. I feel I’m on the brink of a breakthrough, but I just don’t know.

I had a call with Baeth Davis, the Hand Analysist. She was discussing the Persephone Line in our palms. Apparently, not many people have them.. I happen to be one of the lucky ones. I’m so friggin’ confused. The Persephone Line denotes shamanistic qualities, holistic and spiritual understanding, deep emotions… danger zone, depression (it can happen, but I tend to recognize it coming and can pull out quickly—because depression does not serve me.)

So, not only do I have the gift marking of the Persephone Line, I also have: the Apollo Star – Artist in the spotlight (and that’s my dominant one); moon stars – profound intuition and intuitive flashes; a Mars star (that I just noticed yesterday, but I don’t think I’m a weenie) – exceptional courage—no fear to be the underdog, flip side – anger/ rage (nope); Neptune stars – more mastering of deep emotions, deep understanding, the water-baby stuff; the Medical Stigmata – gifted healer, healer to healers, flip side to that is intimacy breakdown, I think I’m okay there (although, how many boyfriends have I had?).

And then I also have the girdle of Venus (doubled in places!) which is an indicator of hypersensitivity, in my case physical… yep, yep, yep.. that’s me!

So, I’m profoundly and intuitively able to feel deep emotion and see into the depths of people.. plants, animals and children in particular, and I imagine the reason to that is because they’re not closed up, they haven’t learned to block what comes so perfectly natural.

I guess I already knew all this stuff about me (gee, how could I not—I’m a deep thinker and already thought this stuff up—says so right in my hands ;-)) Now, I just have to figure out how to get it to serve me.

Baeth suggested I’d better get my artist butt out there in the spotlight, and write for the public eye! Okay world, so here it comes, my middle-aged adolescent masterpiece… the masterpiece of me.

Coming to a bookstore near you soon!

A "Flushing" Issue

Everybody, everyone in the whole wide toilet seat bearing world, should put down both the seat and the lid!

I’m so sick of hearing women complain about men leaving the seat up. Yes, there is not much worse that getting up in the middle of the night to go potty, not turning on the light (cause heck we really are trying not to wake up), seriously waking up by plopping into a cold bowl of potty water!

Listen ladies, fellas—you too! Men have to pick up the seat, why shouldn’t we do the same with the lid? And everybody, why can’t we all just PUT IT ALL BACK DOWN--AFTER EVERY USE??!!

Who in thier right mind really wants to look in the gaping hole of a toilet! Toilets are ugly enough as it is. Beautify your bathroom… just put the lid down. Men, you are stronger, and can pick up and lower both a lid and a seat in one action.. ladies, really it’s not that hard to equalize the action of just raising and lowering the lid. The lid’s there to close that ugly thing up in the first place.

Okay, enough on the topic of toilets.

Over 25,000 words with NaNoWriMo challange... half way there! It's all down hill from here (yeah... right :-/)

NaNoWriMo

Sorry to get behind here. I do have some qualifying things to say about the last entry, but I’ll get into more detail with that at a later date. I talked to Baeth (no typo – she changed the spelling of her name) again. She lessened my line of clairvoyance to a Mercury line. Mercury lines are more intuitive. But, she did point out a large Moon star, so back we go to the clairvoyant thing. What she said this time made more sense and pegged me better. I off the hook as a “Crisis of Meaning Consultant.” Still a spiritual healer, just in a different way more suited to me. Anyway, more on that later.

Besides enormous plumbing problems that has haunted me this past week (the house’s, not mine ;-)), I’ve taken on the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) challenge to write a novel (except mine’s more of a memoir) of 50,000 words or more—about 175 pages. I’m over a quarter of the way into it at almost 14,000 words and not too far off schedule.

The idea is to just write.. don’t edit, don’t fret… just write! It’s not that easy, as I like to go back and reread – fix; reread, add a little – fix; but I’m being good, I’m just getting my thoughts out. It’s a good exercise in diligence.

The good news is… the plumbing is repaired (I hope).

Nano Nanu!