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Random Observations of my week~

Signs of the Times.  Calling all prophecy believers, sign watchers, prediction callers, and anyone else that can predict my impending fortune/future. What type of sign is it when you wake up quietly and peacefully on a Saturday morning with a gigantic grasshopper resting quietly on your arm staring at you?

       I believe in my sleep induced state, I was not elevated to the point of screeching like a baby and flinging this obvious sign from the abyss against the wall. Instead, I never twitched, I never flinched and laid there staring this bug down. Honestly, I think someone slipped this bug some valium. We stared each other down for a while, until I couldn't take it anymore and I placed him on a book next to my bed. Since then, he hasn't moved and I've transported him into my office and he's now sitting on the book next to my computer watching me.

       I've checked, he has movement and he's not dead, he's just comatose. Zoned out and creepy. What's most ironic, is this entire summer, I never saw a grasshopper in my yard. So I don't know if he's just seeking refuge from the chill outside, or he's been sent here to give me a sign~  Hmmmm or maybe it's a sign I need to hire an exterminator. Either way, it was an interesting way to wake up!

Mommy Heart attack of the Week. My 10 <oh and I can't forget the 1/2 as she points out> year old daughter sat me down for a meeting about a most serious topic. It seems she decided it was about time she started shaving her legs. This kid is a smart little cookie when it comes to working me and she brought evidence. A list of exactly 7 other friends who already shave, proof she is clearly out of the loop.

        She also made me look up close and personal, at the offending hair on her legs. And the closing of her argument, statement and case, "Mom, clearly I'm growing into a young lady, I don't think it would be fair of my own Mother to deny me of this next step into taking care of my own body."

Damnit.


Bookstore Graveyards. Walking around the bookstore the other day, I was sickened by the piles and piles of graveyard books. Books that didn't earn a right to live contentedly on the bookshelves of their genre. I've realized, that if you are an author of a book, it would be devastating to go into a Bookstore and find your book in the graveyard, newly reduced clearance piles. Note to self, stay away from graveyard piles!

       Sub observation on books. Nora Roberts. How can one human knock out so many damn books in a year? The woman must have subservient writers stowed away deep in the dungeon of her mansion, typing day and night. Little Umpa Lumpa types that she'll grant a new blanket to if they produce a best seller. Her quantity is astounding.

Organization from the battlefront. I spent over 2 hours this morning, subscribing and organizing my journaling experience with bloglines. Now, I suppose I should have asked someone before I confronted the demons of organization, so if I did it wrong, don't tell me! But I signed all your journals up under the atom feed rather then the other one, rss or something. I ask, why give a person a choice? Just make a button for the right one and be done with it!

       I expect good things from my time invested. Hopefully, I will be efficient, organized and finally on the ball when it comes to visiting other journals. If this little gift of magical organization doesn't work, well then I throw in the towel, will quit my day job and focus 100% of keeping up with journals. It's my last hope~~

        Sub subject, alerts. I have not been getting all my comment alerts. Not even close. This is frustrating. Yo Joe, whats the deal?

Adonis David begs for another chance. The Godlike Golf instructor called me this week. He was saddened by my no shows of golfing extravaganza. I explained to him that although I had enjoyed my experience up until the point he used me and my flat chest for a freak sideshow, I wouldn't be returning. He pulled out all the charms an Adonis figure could conjure, but I wasn't to be swayed. If you missed that entry it is here Foregettaboutit~

       I explained to him that he was lucky I hadn't used my golf club to whack some balls that were located about 3 feet higher then the driving range. I'm certain I heard the swishof a hand on theother side of the phone fall to a protective gesture in the 3 feet region. He apologized quickly and we were done. I will no longer have Adonis David in my life, good-bye my lovely vision of golfing magnetism.

Non-dwelling, worrisome concern.  I learned that sometimes, when someone is going through something difficult, they don't want a lot of fuss. In fact, a very special someone told me point blank I could not dwell. This is a very difficult mission for a clucking hen like myself. Being muted in a compassionate moment, well, thats almost damn impossible for my natural tendencies. I glued some chicken wire to my mouth, taped some concerned typing fingers together and did my best. I know I failed a few times, but I'm certain my intentional slip ups made sure this beautiful person knew I was thinking of them.

       Thankfully, test results came back in the clear and many of us have been able to let out a sigh of relief. In fact, I pried off the chicken wire and performed an instant happy dance over the good news. Judith, I'm so very grateful you are going to be fine.


Thats all, just some random lightening bolts from the force that dictates what shall be written.

Now, I think it's time this grasshopper and I come to a mutual understanding about his time in my home. Have a wonderful weekend everyone.................