The Vatican has apparently been busy creating a very strict user manual for exorcising demons. It seems more like a way to cover their asses if their people get involved in anything that seems like they actually have any real powers. *grin*
You know those times when you TRY to know something that you can't know yet so you just have to NOT know for a while, but NOT knowing kinda makes you a bit uncomfortable until you realize that you do KNOW something - you know that you don't KNOW? You know?
A little while ago we finished our Thanksgiving meal, a day late but not a food group short. *grin* Been listening to Christmas songs all day too. To officially start the internet Christmas season, you simply MUST visit the North Pole - fun site (good for kids too, I suppose- kid specific activities too) with fun graphics, and lots of different sections to investigate. Going to check out Mrs. Claus's recipes soon - okay, maybe later - I'm a little food-ed out at the moment. Happy Holidays!
HELP! I made the mistake of turning on the tv - Oprah was on - and now I'm drowning in a sea of "beautiful, heartfelt, and uplifting" stories of love and courage! HEEEELLLPPP MMMEEEEEEEE.....
It was one of those sounds - it could have been a distant gunshot, someone hammering on a board, or my stomach garunking - it was hard to tell whether it was way OUT THERE or IN HERE and hard to pinpoint the actual source. Perhaps since I couldn't tell what it was, I should open the floor to other possibilities, such as sound-barrier-breaking sounds from a dragon flight. *grin*
I made a chocolate cream pie for our celebration tomorrow (see previous post for time-delay reason) and got to lick the bowl - mmmm. And I JUST MISSED friends of mine who had logged onto ICQ and who logged off JUST as I saw them and was going to send a message. So I email bombed their mailboxes instead. TAKE *THAT* you evil logger-offer!
Holiday Advice - If you're going to drink a lot today, pay attention to where you go, and for god's sake, go BEFORE you leave the house. *grin* - "Two drunken Germans, apparently looking for a toilet during a conference at Frankfurt airport, got on a plane by mistake and flew to Moscow. The 20-year-old men were wandering round the airport when they found themselves on the tarmac and boarded a shuttle bus which drove to an aircraft bound for the Russian capital. ``They got in and sat in the back of the airplane which then flew to Moscow,'' said Frankfurt state prosecutor Job Tilmann. ''They weren't even at the airport to fly anywhere. They were at a conference and had been walking around, evidently in a drunken stupor,'' he told Reuters on Wednesday. On arrival in Moscow, they noticed it was cold and realized they had no passports, let alone entry visas. Russian police put them on a flight back to Frankfurt where they were met by Federal Border Police who have charged them with joyriding. Bild newspaper said the men had been looking for a toilet at the airport. ``That may be so,'' said Tilmann."
John has to work on Thursday (cook in a hospital) so we're having our Thanksgiving celebration on Friday. And this is humorously confusing me - because when we're eating Turkey, I have to remember that others are eating leftover turkey sandwiches and going shopping (or refusing to), and that tomorrow is just another day for me (can't really expect to go shopping instead - everything will be closed), while others are busy with their own celebrations. Speaking of dates, John's birthday is on the Winter Solstice, which is also pagan new year (in Europe, I think? Not quite positive here) and also where christians tried to put Jesus' birthday except for a glitch in the calendar matrix which then made it land on the 25th (well, that's ONE version I've heard.) *deeeeeeep breath from run-on sentence*
Okay, in really trivial trivia, ten points for everyone that knows what a YULE LOG is. heh heh.
Had another symbolic dream last night. I was in the house I basically grew up in, but we were moving it. It was in the cargo area of a large plane, and we were on a 10 hour ("long") flight. But then we were getting near the end of the trip, and I was in the house to make sure nothing happened during landing. The landing was typical, and some things jostled around on the shelves in the house, but it was all fine. I knew then that we were moving the house to sit on a new foundation. To me, this means transferring my life to a new set of beliefs, much like the "new teeth" dream previously. In some ways, it could also specifically refer to beliefs about my body, since it was the "house" I live in, and because over the last few days I've been, basically, choosing new beliefs and coming to new conclusions about who *I* am and what I want my body to express about that. Very cool.
For instance, the other day I was looking in the mirror, trying to picture myself much more slender, without this extra weight I've carried most of my life, and I couldn't do it. I associated "me" too much with being large! And when I pictured a thinner body, my mind always went to who OTHER people would assume I was, particularly since in a thinner body I would look more like a societal "norm". So I stopped right then, and started to create my OWN ideas of who *I* would be while expressing myself in a more slender body - started created an imaginative bridge to this new self. Suddenly I COULD picture the person I knew as "me" being in a slender body -cool!!
I was going to wait until after Thanksgiving, but I was too excited about the new design. Got really sick of that column on the left. It'll probably reappear again in a later design once I forget I was sick of it, but for now it's gone. *grin*
Long story: Way back in 1996 I lived in Washington State and was helping my friend Tom and his mom Becky (and the rest of their family) create their Thanksgiving. We even bought two bags of fresh cranberries to make cranberry bread with.
When we got to their house and unloaded all of the groceries from my trunk, both bags of fresh cranberries were just GONE. We looked everywhere. We ended up buying new bags next time we went to the store, only able to shrug.
Time passes, it's 2000, and we are all now in California, Tom and Becky and family living a little less than an hour's drive away, although we don't get to visit each other TOO often. Tom recently broke his leg in an ill-fated gymnastical landing off a log on a camping trip (read his blog at the above link for more details), and John and I were out buying stuff for our Thanksgiving feast, and spontaneously decided to drive out to see him. We didn't call or give any indication we were coming. While we were in their neck of the woods, we stopped at a nice local farmer's market. While in there, buying onions and celery and yams and such, I saw bags of fresh cranberries and thought, "Hey, we should get a few bags and give them to Becky as a gift so they can make their bread - just for fun." Only when we were in the checkout line did I even REMEMBER that initial incident in Washington State! We were having a good laugh over that.
So, we arrived at their house, without warning, and they were home. I said to Becky, "Guess what we found in our car trunk?" (same car, BTW ) She joked, "My car keys?" She hadn't been able to find them and had been planning on going out. I said no and handed her the cranberries - she was like, "these aren't the same ones are they?" half joking - we said no. And then she said, "Well thanks! And this is exactly what I was going to run out to the store to get, so the kids could make cranberry bread!"
I love these kind of synchronicity and probability/reality shift stories - they're so much fun, especially when they happen to YOU! *grin*
I had one of those dreams last night where your teeth all come out. I remember they just easily came out and I kept tongueing them out of my mouth until I had a whole handful - mostly back teeth. But then I had a whole NEW set of teeth that felt HUGE in my mouth and I think probably looked like buckteeth on a ten year old does, but all over. *grin* Anyway - it felt really weird, but oddly enough I think it had a positive message of change in it - out with the old and in with the new, bigger, stronger. Heh heh.
Oh, and Blogger has said they've upgraded, so it should be faster and well, like WORK, so here goes nothin'!
There's this CD case in front of me that reads, "Designed for optimal performance..." that I keep seeing as "Designed for quantum performance..." - heh heh - quantum performance should give more than 650 MBs, right? LOL.
I actually have been blogging a little more lately, but haven't been able to PUBLISH them because of technical difficulties on blogger's side which I'm SURE they're going to smooth out very soon. RIGHT? RIGHT!!! *grin* For now...
It doesn't matter what you're doing, just WHO YOU ARE while you're doing it - if you don't like who you are when you're in a certain situation, change who you are, and then the situation will change too. :-)
I love "A Christmas Story" - the movie starring Peter Billingsly as a kid in the 1940's who wants a Red Rider Air Rifle for Christmas. In the movie, the father wins a (horrid! *grin*) lamp that is shaped like a woman's leg, and now you can have one of your very own! Yes, there IS a Santa Claus - LOL.
Have you been popping bubble wrap as your own personal "Anger Management" technique? Are you angry right now, but don't have any bubble wrap handy and are afraid that you're now looking around for something... ANYTHING else to pop? Never fear! Introducing VIRTUAL BUBBLE WRAP! *grin* (FLASH required)
