A clean house is the sign of...

a boring woman. My mother taught me that. I've always held to this belief.

God, I'm boring.

Pass-alongs I love

Sent to me by a friend....

While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was
finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving 'right now' she would be punished.

To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!'

The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing.

I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow.

The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter.

Life for me

October 26, 2007 Without A Net Living Life With Trust As we create the life of our dreams, we often reach a crossroads where the choices seem to involve the risk of facing the unknown versus the safety and comfort of all that we have come to trust. We may feel like a tightrope walker, carefully teetering along the narrow path to our goals, sometimes feeling that we are doing so without a net. Knowing we have some backup may help us work up the courage to take those first steps, until we are secure in knowing that we have the skills to work without one. But when we live our lives from a place of balance and trust in the universe, we may not see our source of support, but we can know that it is there. If we refuse to act only if we can see the safety net, we may be allowing the net to become a trap as it creates a barrier between us and the freedom to pursue our goals. Change is inherent in life, so even what we have learned to trust can surprise us at any moment. Remove fear from the equation and then, without even wondering what is going on below, we can devote our full attention to the dream that awaits us. We attract support into our lives when we are willing to make those first tentative steps, trusting that the universe will provide exactly what we need. In that process we can decide that whatever comes from our actions is only for our highest and best experience of growth. It may come in the form of a soft landing, an unexpected rescue or an eye-opening experience gleaned only from the process of falling. So rather than allowing our lives to be dictated by fear of the unknown, or trying to avoid falling, we can appreciate that sometimes we experience life fully when we are willing to trust and fall. And in doing so, we may just find that we have the wings to fly. When we believe that there is a reason for everything, we are stepping out with the safety net of the universe, and we know we will make the best from whatever comes our way. http://www.dailyom.com/

Cause or Effect

"If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he next comes to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination."

-Thomas de Quincey

The Moth is gone

The Moth and I have been living together for the last couple of days. He sneaked in on Saturday night (was it Sunday morning?) when I came home after the dinner party. The entry way was full of flying creatures enjoying the night evening and the light next to my door. I'm sure I smelled of the wood fire smoke I'd been sitting near on my friends patio. I might have smelled of the couple of drinks I'd had the pleasure of too. I didn't ask the Moth what I smelled like. I swatted him away from my door and told him to go home.

When the door looked clear enough of creatures for just me to go through I unlocked it, slid in and shut it rather quick. Damn bugs. It was while I was seated on the throne unrolling tissues to finish my paperwork that the Moth decided to ascend from my hair and flit around my bathroom. I recognized him from that group hanging around waiting for me to get home. That night was the first time I've ever shut the bathroom door since I moved in. Moth decided he liked my shower wall. I let him stay the night. I really didn't want to spend my time chasing him out. As far as guests go, he was pretty quiet.

We stayed in separate corners. In fact I didn't see him much all week. I was a little concerned at what he may be eating while I'm at work. Everything in the refrigerator is still there. He didn't seem to move anything on the counter tops. I dunno. I'll check for holes in my clothes later.

This evening I was watching Dr Zhivago with Omar Sharif (Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is next-I'm on a classics kick right now) when this "knocking" of sorts is happening on my screen door to the deck. Moth finally decided he's had enough. He kept whacking himself into the screen. I didn't want a roomate right now anyway, even if he was quiet. I put a brandy snifter over him and slid the screen over until the glass and the outside met. In the front door, out the back door. I came in smelling of booze, he can leave smelling of booze. I'm glad he's finally gone. I didn't want this place to become some moth flophouse. I do have my standards.

Such excitement in my life...