tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215098819740273582024-03-06T02:43:33.645-06:00Blissfully Unaware Lounge Singeranecdotes of a shambolic lifeiasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-29457167774759392922011-01-01T13:48:00.000-06:002011-01-01T13:48:09.490-06:00Once I Can Understand, But Five TimesOne's knee does not make a satisfactory pin cushion.iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-82496432342092674382010-12-31T19:29:00.000-06:002010-12-31T19:29:37.568-06:00Something To Do This YearI have resigned myself to being blissfully under employed for payment, but I still have a wee need for achievement. I see no need to go crazy so it might as well be some kind of task I was already going to do. So I signed up for a few reading challenges. Click on the pics if you wanna play along, and thanks to all the groovy people hosting the challenges.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Take ‘Em To Trial 16 books</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Super Sleuth 13 books</div><br />
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Global Reading Challenge</div><div style="text-align: center;">Difficult 3 books from each continet </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The Darkness Within 5 books</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://booksandmovies.colvilleblogger.com/2010/12/06/announcing-ireland-reading-challenge-2011/"><img border="0" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnWkVQjBGnlgQclseTGrnwnu9jwWSsUBxIHZ-MIR8uAFn_gJIZHxV4ZYge_xGDkc2HavOogS6iZDOc_-alvUuE77CcI0o2S9srzolRqVeyOsMpg4zMr6lSk-EVmKC25uCcQNvcMmX5Ow/s200/Ireland_Reading_Challenge_2011graphic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Blandings Castle </div>iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-70388232426439864662010-10-16T19:22:00.000-06:002010-10-16T19:22:43.756-06:00Two Texts and a Lucky GrabI got a job for four days next week.<br />
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I think my boyfriend broke up with me.<br />
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How's your weekend going?iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-49341284929384313162010-10-05T19:01:00.000-06:002010-10-05T19:01:16.377-06:00Code 5 in Sci-fiDoes anybody else have security guards at their library, or do I just live in a really rough neighborhood?<br />
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back to regular blogging tomorrow.iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-12365753456453032212010-09-27T20:20:00.000-06:002010-09-27T20:20:55.070-06:00I'm Kinda BoringI have been away along time. I wish i could say i have been occupied with work or adventure or anything, but no. For a bit, I had nothing to say, then i felt like i was having a resurgence of mono and dengue and malaria all at the same time. I think that is all behind me now, so let me catch you up.<br />
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The boys brought home a kitten. We have named her pork chop. <br />
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I had a minor panic attack that the boys wouldn't be able to survive in a Colombian prison. This isn't the first time i have had this particular worry. I don't know why they would be in a Colombian prison. Apparently I have the odd neuroses. <br />
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I did have a job interview. I threw up in the office. (see aforementioned feeling of illness). I didn't get the job, you could have knocked me over with a feather. <br />
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In a feeble attempt in self encouragement, I set up a <a href="http://uncub.wordpress.com/">blog</a> for quick, first draft writing.iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-84544954104649134732010-08-28T11:09:00.000-06:002010-08-28T11:09:24.079-06:00Multi-Culturalism BackfireBuju - Mama how do say shot in French?<br />
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Me- Um tiré? I'm not sure.<br />
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Buju- head?<br />
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Me -tête<br />
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5 minutes later I hear from his room. Je vous tiré juste dans tête.<br />
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Me- ai tiré and la tête, buju.<br />
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Buju- Je vous ai tiré juste dans la tête pendejo!<br />
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Ah <i>Call of Duty</i>, the game to unite the world?iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-65178619013506883942010-08-26T19:35:00.000-06:002010-08-26T19:35:52.477-06:00Around the World in Four Years Without Leaving the Couch~~For the most part my ex and I get on very well. One of the problems I do have with him though, is his failure to let the boys travel any where. If it were up to me, they would have enough stamps to fill two passports, but he won't even sign the forms for them to get passports. It has finally sunk in that he is gonna be the most enormous, mangy, pimple infested, oozing donkey's behind about that. I have to do something about it, so I've decided we are having a global holistay. (or is that staycation) <br />
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There are beaucoup cultures in this world. I'm mean down south here, that would be boo-koo. Anyhoo I am going to make a concerted effort to expose them to a film, or book, or music, some other art, or food, anything from anywhere else but here at least once a week. When your ex husband gives you lemons, you gotta find someone with vodka, and get rat assed. <br />
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~~The illusionist (formerly mi vampiro. i don't know why i didn't think of that name sooner. he is always just disappearing on me and like a bad illusionist he sometimes doesn't reappear until the next week when you see him strolling down the street.) and i are havin a wee issue. a couple of weeks before i left belize, he stopped staying the night at my house. because he thought there was a malicious spirit there. I told him that was no spirit, that was me curled up next to him whilst he was dreaming, but he is convinced it was a spirit. ok, i don't believe that, but he does. Fine. The problem is, he stopped inviting me to his house. What? Too much for him to stay there, but it's ok for me? 'I love you, go play with the spirit. Don't get possessed. I am going to have to practice my Linda Blair impersonation. <br />
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~~On a more positve note, I entered a flash fiction contest over at <a href="http://writtenwyrdd.typepad.com/writtenwyrdd/2010/08/4th-bloggaversary-contest-entries.html#comments">Writtenwryd</a>. I was a big coward and entered anonymously. Baby steps people. If you like flash fiction, be sure to head over and give the entries a read, they are well worth it. You can even vote for 1st place, 2nd place, and best use of the given prompt. iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-43835133582387347642010-08-19T19:12:00.000-06:002010-08-19T19:12:25.584-06:00It's Good To Be Back?There is a little-know sequel to <i>Lord of the Flies</i> which takes place in the suburbs. More specifically, the setting is my house. Can you imagine what your house would look like if you left a 12 and a 10 year old boy all alone for two and half months? Let me show you. It might look a little like this.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Being the good lab cat, he knows his place. He's minding the ceramics while they dry. I suppose the work is okay, boring and tedious but exactly what you might expect from a Ukrainian prison camp if your idea of a Ukrainian prison camp involves big tough men, beating big rocks into smaller ones, then moving them about for no apparent reason. Ok, I'm not big and I'm not a man, and I'm not smashing rocks, and I am analysing them but other than that it is exactly the same. To date I have moved, sorted and counted two and a half tons of lithics. Did I mention that I'm an osteologist? I like bones, not stones.<br />
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Even though I spend my days toiling at least I get to see mi vampiro (i suppose I need a new name for him, not that he is active during the day and he has stopped leaving bites on my neck. feel free to mek suggestions) at night. Well some nights, if he isn't too tired (apparently I am quite tiring. And here I thought I was just fun) and he's not in the jungle. <br />
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I asked Jah for a gud conscious man, who is humble and playful, who is not materialistic or judgemental or hypocritical. And he is all those things but i still wonder if things will work out between us. He worries about the future of mankind, I'm afraid I'm gonna pee on myself in public. Just not the same category.</div>iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-55435491526531307362010-06-09T04:30:00.000-06:002010-06-09T04:30:57.207-06:00Today We Begin the Day With a Wee Rant.It is never ever okay to feckin' call me at 4 in the morning. NEVER!! There is a list of people that can but yanno what? You aren't on it. You know why? No one is! In fact there shouldn't even be a list because no one is on it. I don't care if you are on fire, don't call me. Sometimes I go to sleep at three a.m. and sometimes I get up at 5:30 a.m. But if you're not a complete fecking twat you will notice that there is always sleeping at 4!!!!iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-80946149622450610782010-06-07T19:13:00.001-06:002010-06-07T19:38:40.714-06:00Meet Radu!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY12OjiX7jNEMBQJQOoL8WwLa7gaaiqC7WxbEinP8KDZRLGJfHAYX8-BWpNXzzEjxD0stakkGivM56q5TtBRtdthi40DO-99LTx1Kq2bxY-IesE4cAM_cdlqCQ6abVp2DrhdX4HjQ3Gg/s1600/P1010009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY12OjiX7jNEMBQJQOoL8WwLa7gaaiqC7WxbEinP8KDZRLGJfHAYX8-BWpNXzzEjxD0stakkGivM56q5TtBRtdthi40DO-99LTx1Kq2bxY-IesE4cAM_cdlqCQ6abVp2DrhdX4HjQ3Gg/s640/P1010009.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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I'm leaving the country for 2 and a half months, so of course it's the perfect time to get a kitten.<br />
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And yes she is named for Radu <span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"><span id="search" style="visibility: visible;">cel Frumos</span></span>, the younger brother of Vlad Ţepeș. Cuz that's how we roll.iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-73641457343335649952010-06-05T17:52:00.001-06:002010-06-05T17:53:19.522-06:00Belize, and Ebola, and Zombies. Oh My!Only a few days until i leave for Belize, bought my plane snacks and i am actually taking a few things for mi vampiro. I never take things for people, never even offer. For one simple reason, everyone you have ever met will ask for something and so will their cousin or uncle or mama, even if you don't know them. Clothes, car parts, phones, computer parts, chickens, cheese. Car parts are big. I've had a guy I don't like ask i bring down a transmission for him. The fecker doesn't have a car! So either it's a big step I asked mi vampiro if he needed anything or else I am an utter loon.<br />
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My ass hurts, my legs ache, my head is stuffy, ears so clogged I can't hear properly, my nose is completely closed off but yet there is a steady stream of snot running from my right nostril. I'm infected. I know this because I check the tissue every time I blow my nose. I'm a lady, I am. I'm sure it's ebola. Ok, it's a sinus infection. I tend to get a little clingy when I'm ill, I think I subconsciously believe that I can pass on all my pathogens to someone else and heal myself. If I could just lay about and sleep that would be groovy, but that ain't gonna happen. Why can't someone help me???? Seriously If Lucrezia Borgia showed up with a bowl of soup, I'd take that chance.<br />
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Buju asked me this morning if i loved mi vampiro. Yes, i told him. Well how do you know? Because when the zombie apocalypse comes, i would go to get him. Wow, he said, you do love him, cuz that is stupid.<br />
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That's my boy, always ready to make the tough decisions!!!iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-15212399713452327692010-05-29T19:13:00.000-06:002010-05-29T19:13:09.848-06:00Frankie Said To Relax, But I Don't Think This is Right.Wow! I knew it had been a long time since I posted, but I didn't think it had been three weeks. I wish it was because I got a new job, or I was writing a brilliant novel, or I've globe trotting, or having martini's by the pool with a very fit 1950's Richard Widmark. Sigh. But no, life here has be B-O-R-I-N-G boring. I haven't been bothered by the mundacity, no wait I mean mundanity. Maybe a girl should pick up a dictionary every once in a while. Anyhoo I was saying that I haven't been bothered by the boring nature of my existence. In fact I hadn't noticed until I was chatting with mi vampiro. <br />
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<i>him - </i>Just<i> </i>got back from a three day trip to <a href="http://mayamountains.org/chiquibul_nat_park.html">Chiqibul </a>cave. Have a trip with the New Mexico students tomorrow, wish I could go with them to Tobacco Caye, but I have to standby for work. Heading down to PG for the <a href="http://www.toledochocolate.com/">cacao festival</a>. What's been going on with you this week?<br />
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<i>me</i> - I washed my hair.<br />
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<i>me</i>- ok, love you bye-bye.<br />
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Is it too much yoga? Is it possible to be so relaxed, you can watch your life disappear into your navel?<br />
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I better enjoy it this week, because the week after I head back to Belize. It will be nice to have a job that doesn't involve scrubbing toilets. I hope mi vampiro is drinking up his baba root and his tiger bone. I have a feeling all this resting is going to give me quite an energy boost.iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-84207419738496348192010-05-07T18:36:00.000-06:002010-05-07T18:36:11.682-06:00Is This a Fashion Faux Pas?In case you forgot how orientated American society is towards telling women they are too big, my size 8 ass is wearing my 72 pound, prepubescent son's trousers. I knew my clothes had been designed for a 1970's white girl. iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-92133390444426324262010-05-04T18:14:00.000-06:002010-05-04T18:14:16.460-06:00'Always Forgive Your Enemies -Nothing Annoys Them So Much.'*I'm not sure what the appropriate response is when the man that raped you phones. I'm pretty sure having a wee chat is not it, but that is exactly what I did. I didn't recognize his voice at first. When he told me who it was, I wasn't afraid. That is not what I expected. I would have thought, I would start to shake, maybe some frantic pacing, but no i made some tea, and we talked about his sister's wedding, his brother, his work, my work this summer, my trip to Guatemala. I know that I can't face him face to face. I don't want to, but more than that I know I would flee. That is not a step I am ready for. I don't know if I ever will be ready for that, but there is a real possibility I will see him. It is a small town, eventually, it seems, you run into everyone in town, everyone in the district. <br />
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After I hung up the phone, I thought I had reached some level of acceptance and forgiveness. But now I wonder if perhaps I have deluded myself, that it is not forgiveness but rather denial. I accept what happened, I have been angry, and scared, I've wanted revenge and beyond. Over the last nine months I have gotten to a place where I don't lock the doors all the time, jump each time I hear a noise, hide in the hallway when there is a knock at the door. <br />
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For me forgiveness is achieved when there is no more desire for punishment, when the anger has subsided. Forgiveness is needed to keep harmful thoughts and feelings from wrecking my well being. But I also believe the one who has committed the wrong should admit the transgression, attempt to rectify it and seek forgiveness. Even though I haven't seen any evidence he has followed that path,<br />
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I forgive you M.<br />
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*Oscar Wildeiasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-91887592914956539462010-05-02T17:19:00.000-06:002010-05-02T17:19:25.185-06:00Voltifying!I have a technology problem. I'm not a person who has to have the latest gadget, or the fastest computer. Shucks, I have duct tape on my computer. I can live with or without technology, but when it is availible I would like it to work properly. Now I understand, these devices can be delicate and require a sensitive touch. I admit in the past I have thrown my share of cell phones, radios, tv's. I don't always use a light touch on those frangible buttons, but I am not talking about so called 'normal' wear and tear. There is no electronic device in this house that works like it should. The 7 key does not work on my laptop. I can pop off the keys and clean it. It will work, for a few days and then if I'm lucky it will cease to function. More often a different letter stops working and I have to adjust to that, so I just leave well enough alone. <br />
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The volume down button is broken on the tv, we have to use two of the same remotes to operate the cable, because they both have several buttons that don't work. I had a cell phone for a year that was missing the entire keypad. I carried around toothpicks so I could dial it. The entire electrical system in my car is shot, the light socket along two sides of our lounge are dead, the Playstation only works at an angle, and the battery on my laptop lasts 18 minutes. That list covers the things I can see from my car. You get the idea. Normally it doesn't bother me. I am used to these little eccentricities. That is until we got Netflix streaming for the Wii. It worked great for two days, now I can't get the damn thing to connect. Or if it does connect, it won't play the film. I tried changing the channel on the router, I tried them all. Didn't help. I moved the router and the Wii. I jumped on one foot and I pleaded with it. It was still refusing me. <br />
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It's not just my house either. While I was staying with mi vampiro, the only two electrical devices in his house, the fan and the radio, both had issues. I am happy to report, they are both fine now that I am in the States. I simply must accept that I have bad electro gris-gris. I wonder if I am part wizard?iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-79262621942326959242010-04-29T15:09:00.000-06:002010-04-29T15:09:46.804-06:00Bending it Like A Pretzel, Almost. Well, In the Future Anyway.Twenty years ago, I stopped practicing yoga. That's misleading, I began completely neglecting the asanas (the physical postures). And maybe I've been a little lax with the yamas (restraints). I've had the occasional harmful thought. I lie. It can be fun, right? Sometimes you have to pretend to be your non-existent twin sister. It's just better that way. No debt, nope gotta a pile of student loans. Celibate when single? HAHAHAHAHAHA, not quite, but I will be faithful if I take a husband. <br />
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I decided it was time to jump back into it. For about a week I have been taking it slowly, realising that I am not 15 anymore, I weigh 30 pounds more than I did then, and it has been so long, I've got my yoga virginity back. Everything was going well. I feel better, I'm more relaxed, my mediation is more efficient, but I was curious how strong and flexible I still was. <br />
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Did I mention patience is another one of the yamas I need to work on?iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-19370262301440841782010-04-28T18:04:00.000-06:002010-04-28T18:04:12.951-06:00More Very Bad No Good Parenting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://surbrook.devermore.net/adaptationscreatures/movies/graboid.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="339" src="http://surbrook.devermore.net/adaptationscreatures/movies/graboid.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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My elder son Sean has been grounded. Week one was a total tv blackout, however week two he is allowed more 'educational' type tv. I loaded up the Netflix instant queue with documentaries and went about my business. I come back in the lounge to see him watching <i>Tremors 2</i>. 'Seriously my beloved?' I asked. 'Dude, they are Precambrian.'<br />
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Now I could have told him to turn it off. I could have asked him about the Precambrian era. I could have even asked him why he was calling me 'dude'. Did I do any of these things? No. I said tell me three ways to avoid the worms and three ways to kill them that are not in the film, whilst I make the popcorn.iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-84478873235420629612010-04-22T15:19:00.000-06:002010-04-22T15:19:35.527-06:00What Kinda Psychoanalysis Can I Get For $8 an Hour?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPROcIrsF0GWCHL-Rc1YAzv7pAEBUoKrr3YT_vea91xNi6PXQMffYEljZXDcCz6A9fWAUtkBluJ9Z06zroOQ6EnrfaxgMliQvqnaCG5dOK0NjuFabJQJCdw40wxJrSuLL-IfeqxGxJHrM/s1600/P1010002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPROcIrsF0GWCHL-Rc1YAzv7pAEBUoKrr3YT_vea91xNi6PXQMffYEljZXDcCz6A9fWAUtkBluJ9Z06zroOQ6EnrfaxgMliQvqnaCG5dOK0NjuFabJQJCdw40wxJrSuLL-IfeqxGxJHrM/s640/P1010002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Ghost of Sigmund Freud (GSF): Come, Come lay down on the couch.<br />
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Me: I'd rather not, have you a comfy chair?<br />
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GSF: It's your couch, you'll be fine on it. What seems to be the problem?<br />
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Me: Well Ghost Dr., I'm an...<br />
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GSF: It's sexual.<br />
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Me: No, If I can finish?<br />
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GSF: I see, so it is sexual.<br />
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Me: No you loon, I'm ANXIOUS!<br />
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GSF: Why are you yelling? Are you attracted to me?<br />
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ME: I'm yelling because I'm cranky and you are annoying me.<br />
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GSF: You have quite a short fuse.<br />
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Me: Yes, I know. I am having anxiety.<br />
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GSF: Why? You aren't dead. <br />
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Me: Isn't being dead stress free?<br />
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GSF: Not at all my dear, the housing problem alone is murder. <br />
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Me: Yes, well um back to me. I'm cranky, and I want to sleep all the time. I have no appetite. I can't keep still. I'm unable to focus. I mean I'm reading three books right now. I mean simultaneously, a few sentences from one book, then the next, then the last one. As if that isn't too much, I'm also watching youtube videos, and the football match and surfing the web. <br />
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GSF: Why? Why are you stressed? Are you not grateful to be alive, to have healthy happy pikni? Well except for the oldest one, whom I gather is being whiny and obstreperous. You are not hungry or homeless or unloved?<br />
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Me: Yes that is true, but still I don't have a job, I'm going to have to move, my children have drunk the Big Gulp of puberty hormones, my grandma is getting ready to die. I apparently look so lost that everywhere I go someone is trying to talk to me about the lord. In one afternoon, I had Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses pass by d house. <br />
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GSF: I see.<br />
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Me: Do you? Really? Can you tell me? Because I have no idea why I am stressed.<br />
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GSF: Yes you do. <br />
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Me: There is something I need to confront.<br />
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GSF: Good, what?<br />
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Me: I dunno, really, I don't. <br />
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GSF: Of course you, do stop lying to yourself. Go and meditate until you are willing to accept it. <br />
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Me: Ok.<br />
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GSF: And in the meantime have sex. It's good for stress reduction, and then maybe your next session won't be so boring.iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-921509881974027358.post-33874624432457300742010-04-20T14:42:00.000-06:002010-04-20T14:42:31.023-06:00Rebirth!Has anyone seen my blog? I let my son use my computer and now I have no blog posts. I am always telling him to clean up, but that is not what I had in mind. I'm gonna take this as a sign for a fresh start. Which, honestly will probably look like a lot like the old start. iasahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199686429685990360noreply@blogger.com6