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I was young, 14 or 15 in the dream. It was Tibet. I was inside this cozy temple. A friendly looking Lama smiles at me and asks "Are you sure you are ready? This is a long commitment."
I return the smile sweetly. It feels as if I am in love. "I am ready. I have been ready my whole life." I laugh and the Lama laughs. I take his hand. It's soft and warm. I can smell the incense in the air around me. The room is lit with candles. There is a little bit of a nip in the air but the thick carpets and wall coverings in the room make it very cozy. I am lead into a littler room where the floor drops down and is fenced off by this old dark wood banister. I am told to sit there. I realize I am in brown and red and black robes. They take my hair out of the short pony tale and begin to cut it away. I feel as if I am getting lighter.
I remember thinking to myself, "So I will get to see what I look like with a shaved head."
Then I go back to focusing on what's going on. They cut my hair short and there are a few flashes of me standing there bald but something interrupted the ceremony for a moment.
Then my alarm went off.
The whole feeling of the dreams was like when you fall in love with someone. Except I was in love with becoming a Buddhist Nun. I was in love with the Sutra's and the Buddha and everything in that life.
It was a whole other life and it was so peaceful and happy and light.
This little glance of life kept me rolling through the day. For part of the day I really felt that girl was looking out through my eyes at the clouds.
- Mood:
weird
I honestly can't remember ever being invited to a Halloween party except my neighbors in Bozeman... which was odd because he was a weird guy.
EeE!!
So my bus was of coarse late but I did have a bus hutch to stand under, once I got there.
So my hubby is gonna meet me up the hill with an umbrella...
The bus took like... two minutes to get up the hill.
So I started walking in the rain and met him about halfway. Thats ok..
I sit down and start to relax and George fucking pees on the bed. This took out all of our fucking blankets. ALL OF THEM! No time to do laundry tonight either. Shit head.
On the plus side only a small drop of pee made it through to the bed itself.
Wooo!
Here is a handmade Teddy Bear Hoodie hat, guaranteed to keep you warm this winter. It fastens around the neck with two wood buttons and has pompom "ears".
It is knitted from varigated blue wool, white banana silk and white wool. It will keep you warm with style.
It is adult size. The fit is relaxed, so no hat head!
The Nameste cap is a Tibetian inspired design. The long sides come down over the ears to keep you warm, while curling up to keep our of your eyes.
The body of the hat is knitted with soy wool. It's a soft durable blend of wool and soy. The edging includes a whimsical yarn called squiggle.
The loose fit of the hat is great, no hathead!
This is the Amelie wooly hat. I can picture Audrey Tatou in the film "Amelie" wearing this hat during a Parisian winter.
It is knitted with variegated soft wool/acrylic blend yarn in varigated gold, black and white with an orange highlight. It is finished off with two cute pompoms. It will keep you warm with style.
The yarn was a beautiful used sweater. All the yarn in the hat came from the same sweater, even the orange highlight yarn.
The circumference is 20", so the fit is nice and snug.
- Mood:
busy
I am in my second term right now. It is really weird because I have 4 classes and only one is massage. The other classes are Anatomy Physiology and Pathology, Musculoskeletal Anatomy and Kinesology and a class on how to do the documentation and stuff for massage practice.
The APP and MCL class are taught by this really nice lady name Bethany. She's cool. She had us tell who our favorite smurf was but most of the class didn't watch smurfs so I was like "Mine is Sassette!" and every one else was like "I would be arty dancy smurf or electrical engineer smurf."
MAK is the class that nearly had my in tears all the time last term. Well I passed and now I have to take MAK part 2. I have decided the teacher really doesn't like me at all. That's ok. Just makes it hard for me to go up and ask him for help. I know I am going to have to ask for help alot this term because my written exams kept getting worse and worse where as my oral ones stayed pretty consistant. So I was spending all my time worry about that part and never figured out how to study well for the written exams. It sucked. I may corner Lucy, the TA for help instead. I don't know why I get such a weird reaction out of these two. But they just seem to be friendly with other people but when they come to me they get all weird and tight lipped.
The Massage class I am taking has to do with learning to manipulate the myofascial layers of the body to make massage more effective. The instructor was out for the day because she was really sick. The Substitute is a fellow named Mike Hamm. It was like someone had stepped out of a mid 80's movie and walked into our class room. He was wearing Jeans and a plaid shirt and his hair was the messy, slightly curly short due all the guys had in the mid to late 80's. You could see the girls swoon too when he would joke and kid around with him. It was actually rather hilarious. He took a disliking to me after I asked him a question about something. He seemed really annoyed and irritated with my question. Oh well. What can you do. At least he was just a substitute. Then in two of my classes we have Roy Vermillion as a TA. He's really nice. I love his last name. It's funny because he is the person I did my touch check in on last term so I already sorta knew him.
Ok well that's the skinny.
blah.
- Mood: busy
I had a dream last night....
Matt and I were sitting on a dinning room table with a blue plaid patter on the table cloth. He passes me a plate and it's my late cat Joy. But she's alive. I look down at her and start cutting off and eatting parts of her from the rear up. There is someone sitting between Matt and I but I can not tell who that person is at all Then I put the plate down and come back. Meanwhile there is horror just going on in the back of my mind screaming at me.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! THAT"S YOUR J
Then it turned into this really strange musical with these two blond Midgets. During one musical scene this muscular male midget with a blond cropped hair due and a beat up Guns N Roses shirt on meets this beautiful stripper Midget. She has long curly blond hair. These are the kind of midgets that have normally proportioned bodies, but are short with bigger then normal heads. They fall in love and she's in a this white lacy teddy, how could you not fall in love. Then they start dancing on this banister that seperates the main floor from the step up terrace of the room. Singing and dancing while balancing and doing tricks on a banister. Then the Banister starts to fall apart at one end.
I woke up shortly there after.
Ever noticed how dreams are often like a run on sentance?
- Mood: weird
I finally received my massage table. Who wants to be practiced on?
It's a free Massage!
For some reason Matt had left open a bucket of white paint in the bathroom.
I walked up to the kitty and he had a splotch of white paint on it's head. I freaked out and had to bathe the kitty.
Then Matt goes to leave and I am freaked out because I have to leave for work.
And I am like, "You are just going to leave me with a wet cat, while I bath it?"
He is like, "I have to go to work!" Then he leaves and I look at the clock and have to leave in 9 minutes.
The cats all soaped up in the sink and then my alarm goes off.
It was weird. I was leaving the house at 6:30 instead of 7:20. I was still in my pajamas and Matt would never ever leave like that. Plus the cat in the dream had no problem being bathed. All very unrealistic.
First thing I noticed was keeping track of time is impossible face down on a massage table being worked on.
Next thing I noticed was how little I seemed to care that I was naked under a sheet, in a room full of people.
Then there were the interesting observations of how Jenny and Grizzly's hands differed. Grizzly's hands are large... huge infact so they could cover a big area. His grip was firm and he applied a little too much pressure. I think he was using the power of his arms and upper body rather than working from his legs. But it's hard to tell. Once he got the amount of pressure appropriate for my comfort zone it was very nice.
Jenny's hands slender and feminine to the touch. She had a great intuition for where I was harboring tension and finding little spots that just felt... incredible. Her hands are very talented.
Mmmm.... hmm... I am going to enjoy this class.
Then we got our books, ordered our tables and shirts... took our ID picture... signed up for the Ethics class which is online.
Had to have Matt meet me halfway home because the book bag had 80 pounds of books inside it... ugh... that was aweful. I went up the hill to Bellevue carrying it by myself. He took it as soon as we met up. I was shaking and tired and my heart was pounding... but it was oddly metaphorical.
I kept saying... I can make it up this hill ... alone... and then at the top... I was reminded that Matt will always be there to help me when I ask.
Love Life.
- Mood:
contemplative
My bus took so long to go from the Kid Valley on Lower Queen Ann to the bottom of Cap Hill I could have walked it faster. The traffic today was just rediculous because of all the closures. I arrived at Cortiva at 5:30. I spent sometime in the bathroom freaking out because I managed to get out the door without deoderant on this morning. Luckily I had some lavender lotion and put that on and some Lilac perfume too. Without deoderant I just felt like I smelled... although I probably didn't. One of those cases of being too close to the issue at hand.
In the bathroom of Cortiva I ran into Laura Ruska, who was the person that helped get me into shool. She did all the paperwork and such. That was really cool. She was so happy to see me there. I finally pulled myself together and scarfed my sandwhich in 5 minutes. I was still so jittery and nervous I didn't know what else to do.
Then I went into the class room and introduced myself to the group of people that were already there.
There was this guy name Grizzly. He was awesome. Grizzly is this funny, redneckish guy. I can't believe he is going to Massage school, but it takes all kinds. I sat next to a nice guy named Mike. He has a degree in EE and is a muscian. He writes alot of stuff for Massage and Yoga people.
The class started and one of the girls put her cat ears on. That was a trip.
It was mostly, this is how your school is going to go... and then discussing what our goals are and how to organize our time and lives etc.
It was really interesting.
Than Mike insisted on having his wife give me a ride home. It was really sweet of him. I was actually kind of nervous about walking home alone in the dark and it seemed to far to ask Matt to meet me.
All in all... a good time. But I need to get some real shoes. I can't wear my sandles. Sucks... Oh well.
Heheheheheheehe...
- Location:Home
- Mood:
creative
It's really sad.
I will miss them both.
My Mother confirmed with my brother that he has never had a loan with Sally Mae. So the call is probably some kind of scam.
Apparently my Dad started getting calls out of the blue about a CitiBank card, he doesn't have. And this isn't identity theft either.
So, Brother is ok.
Lata!
Last I heard he was working three jobs. He was doing better than great. I guess the economy is worse than I thought. See... my brother is a paramedic. He also works with a company training paramedis and teaches at the local college. I mean... he should be able to pay his bills.
So I called my Mom. I guess she had to send him some money. Makes me worry. I don't really care for my brother. I usually don't even think about him. I haven't spoken with since my Grandmother's funeral.
I hope he and Penny (his long time ... whatever. His wife?) are alright. I really hope they are....
My Brother is ten years older than me. That's a pretty big gap. He's my only sibling. Peter's not the best person in the world. When he was younger he made some bad choices in life. Ok... they were not just bad choices... but for a long time he was just a bad person. Now... he wasn't a murderer or anything like that but things he did were pretty bad. I went off to college and he became an EMT.
He started to get his shit together. He became a paramedic after that. Then he started his own company and then did the classes at GMU. He's really trying to be a good person. When I saw him last it showed.
I still don't really feel a need to be connected with him in any substantial way. But I don't want to see him in pain or in trouble.
My Mom left messages for him and Penny. Hopefully we will hear back asap.
- Mood:
curious
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOO...
they are banning clove cigarettes!!!
My goth is screaming right now... o... h.. my.....
RaGE!!! RAGE!!!
http://thejakartaglobe.com/home/kretek-i
http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/06/11/cnn
Everyone should be like this lady.
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- When Washington manicurist Lidia Schaefer returned to her native village in Ethiopia, she was troubled by what she saw: children walking three hours each way to attend classes held not in a school, but under a tree.
When she learned in 1998 that one of the girls she'd met -- Medhine -- had been attacked and killed by a hyena after falling behind other children during the long trek home from school, Schaefer knew she had to act.
She began setting aside a third of her salary and all of her tips, and later sold her house and car, to raise enough money to build a school for the village.
"She's definitely not your average manicurist," says Denise Abrahams, a longtime client....
Follow the link to read the rest. It is inspiring.
- Mood:
content
Well... maybe not. I had to cover my supervisors desk three weeks ago. She was out of the office for two weeks. I didn't much feel like typing while I was home. Lol... I was stressed. I guess I came off more stressed then I thought I was to my office mates.
Bummer.
Oh well.
July 8, I start Massage School. Go Cortiva. I can't wait. Should be fun and relaxing at the same time. I am busy posting hats to my Etsy Shop in preperation for having little time. I have also been busy cleaning the house so I can go to school and feel ok with it. I will be at school 4 days a week. I will have Friday-Sun to myself.
It's actually not a bad schedule. The classes are at night and give me a little time to run home and get a bite to eat if I can manage it.
We will see.
On the shitty side, I won't see my Hubby as much. hehe...We have been preparing for that in a fun way. hehe... ::eyebrow wiggle::
Anyway... come visit my etsy shop.
- Mood: mellow
