No fooling Around, Numerology

Pun intended in that title. So I put this blurry nine photo up here and cant get rid of it so we'll do the nine number. I am a 9 lifepath and a 9 in my first vowel. If you are have a first consonant of R this 9 energy is how the world views your personality) Richard, Robert, Ray, Rita, Renea and so on... Now the vowel means on the inside in my soul I am a humanitarian. And in my lifepath aslo, so I have double energys of 9. And that would be true about me. That 9 energy means I or anyone with a first vowel of i, or first consonant of r, or their birthdate 11-22-1965, (I lied) adds up to a 9 will have executive leadership abilities, and love to give things to people and places. And need others to need them. This 9 usually has issues with their parents. Could be the Mother or the Father, or could be both parents that this energy has unresolved issues with. Those persons feel either responsible or abandoned, and not loved like they wanted to be by the parents. Could even be adopted. When those issues are resolved the person with the 9 energy will be so much happier. Basically, the nine energy is someone that can lead others very easily, like it comes naturally. If you carry this energy you want to be needed, yet forget to tell people just that. You like to take care of other people and many times don't take enough care of yourself. Remember to ask. In a nutshell, people will follow the example of a 9 vibration, good or bad.....Jobs they do well are teaching, nursing, writing, counseling, social work, anything to do with children. The 9 is the highest number in the additions. 1-9! They are here to make a difference at whatever level they choose. So if you want to know if you are this wonderful energy, add each number in your date of birth. Example: 11-22-1965 (I lied) but here is how to add that up.... 1+1+2+2+1+9+6+5=27 (which breaks down to 2+7) = 9....bingo! There is allot more to learn. Check back for more. I'm a natual teacher remember. Ooooh, and maybe I was adopted. That would explain it all!

Numerology: Sex and Your Name

A few thousand years ago the Greeks discovered the connection between the alphabet and the numbers 1 - 9. Adding a couple to three master numbers, me of course having two of those which means I am here to offer something bigger than usual to humanity. Tell you more on that later. Back to sex in the city or country depending on how your name adds up in the 1 - 9 Greek exchange. So lets say your name is Bob. You are B=2 sensitivity and have the care-taking O=6 love of children or animals or both. Take O-prah....the O carries the 6 energy which is the Mother number and she Mother's all of America...you, Me, Barack Obama and everyone else. That is what she is here for and her energies /numbers say it also . Besides she has all those dogs too. Just like the number says she should. This is how it goes, each letter is a number. A B C D E F G H I = 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 then start it over......J K L M N O P Q R = 1 - 9 again. Then start over........ S T U V WXYZ .....then stop. So A and J and S = the 1 energy. B K T = the 2 energy. C L U = 3 energy. D M V all = the 4 energy. And so on. "Get it" so far? Lets say your name is Elvis and we add each letter with its energy number...E = 5, L = 3, V = 4, I - 9, S = 1. So add the 5+3+4+9+1 = 22....the highest number the Greeks say is the energy that changes the world and humanity in some way. And he certainly did. If I meet him on the street and didnt know who he was I could tell you he is a man that likes his freedom in ALL AREAS (5 energy) and has to watch out for alcohol and drug additions. I could tell you he is very creative and could be an actor or salesman or even a interior designer (3 energy) and that he is performance ready (all 3-5 combinations are ) I would tell you he thinks too much (4) but is also a teacher of something to many. I would tell you he feels he has been abandoned by his Mother, Father or both, OR he feels very responsible for one or both of them. (9 energy) That energy also tells me he is an executive, or runs his own company. duh! The 3-5 combination also tells me the person likes sexual freedom and may stray from a relationship. Also 5 energies don't like to be told what to do. Lets say I meet a person named Cody. C=3 Actor, sales, communicator, outgoing. O=6 and we already know that is the Father number for kids or animals or women in distress. D=4 which means teacher, thinks too much, makes lists. Y=7 which is the mystery energy. This person likes nature, water and to be alone sometimes. Cody's energies add up to 3+6+4+7= 2. Cody needs to feel he is loved and plays mediator in many areas especially conflict. These are simple examples of first names only. Actually every number and name likes sex so I was just luring you to my blog with that. Sorry sort of. There is allot more to the names and sex and adding them up such as how to add up the vowels separate from the consonants and how the one is the soul energy and one is the personality energy. If there are 11's and 22's and 30's in the additions it means you are mega special to many in this Universe. Well maybe not like Elvis, but then who knows?
If you are interested leave me a comment or questions and I will respond.
photo from pilou@ttitude at www.flickr.com

I Broke My Boob and More

So, George Clooney and I do have something in common. He broke his rib too! But he was having fun when he broke his, I was out taking "The Sustainable Times," a Green Paper I deliver around the area to different business's and it was snowing as it seems to be doing allot of around here this particular year which puts me into the be careful mode automatically. I parked, got out, grabbed twenty five papers and headed for Falbio's Pizza. I stepped up onto the curb and that is the last I recall for at least one second. I must have looked like a deer on a pond. One leg went right and the other I have no clue where it went and my arms, they went forward leaving my left boob wide open to hit the solid icy pavement with great force. "Burning pain" radiated the area.
My first thought was, my hip is fine, no need to pull out the nursing home stories yet. Then a nice man came to my assistance and said, "Are you alright." I said, "I don't know, I think I have a heart concussion." You see that old heart has put up with all the bad boys I picked and too much cheese and chocolate, especially after I discovered chocolate cant get you pregnant. Add five children, two very precious foster children, several Grand-children, divorce's from Peter Pan's, and just life, good long life. So no I don't know if I am alright sir." I checked in at Urgent Care the next day after a night of pain and speculative sleep between a cat and a small dog and a hairball all over my new supposedly romantic purple hairy-dogged bedspread. eeewwww... Back to the point... I drove through one more snow storm to the urgent care thinking all the time how fast it would go because people do not go to Urgent Care in bad weather. Not. 82 patients in three hours they told me. And if I wanted I could go do errands and come back in two hours that would be fine. No way, I brought my trusty word search so I had it covered. It turned out to be one hour....x-ray, the backless robe, pain, get me outta here deal. "You have a cracked rib and it will take a month to heal..." Ok, I have two days to offer this situation and that is it. So it is what it is...two days and I am back with the program of life and work.
I broke my boob, gave my heart a concussion, went dancing with the stars, pun intended, and my boob didn't even swell. It swelled under the boob which gave me the ghastly three boobs. EEwwww again. Breathe.......keep going, after all, my license plate reads ALSWELL!! Be that right or wrong that is what I claim. ALSWELL

Christmas Kitty died tonight. January 30th, 2008. He gave us many years of love and companionship. In fact the vet told me their records say he came to their office for the first time in 1988. The vet came to our home and euthanized him here, then laid him on the floor so the other animals could come and see what was going on or what had just happened. She took him with her to be cremated and returned to us. She went above and beyond the call of duty. We will miss our Christmas Buddy.

It is like a slice of heaven in my apt. I am serious. I had peace the minute I walked in after the euthanization. So I started checking emails and ate my bowl of ice cream and answered some emails and then out of no where started singing "Amazing Grace" No kidding...So I just let it keep coming...and singing.. Do you think Angels came for him? Or is he here and saying thank you, I was so sick. Peace is all about. I asked my daughter Lins if she had this peace and she said YES....she said it feels like we don't have any problems. I agreed 190% with that statement. Strange and good all at once. If I had to put it in words.......light, LIGHT, bright light, soft, clouds, morphine before surgery, clean rain, no evil, lavishly rich, no needs, cool fountain on a hot day, splashing, love, velvet, clear bubbles, fresh air, oxygen from God, healing, flourishing cells, the smell of a new car, a warm blanket, the sun on new fallen snow, pansies, a beating heart, Life, your soft fur, your soft purr, your loyalty. Truth, blue eyes, a diamond, an old spirit, a young one, all adds up to "Peace that Passeth Understanding." Thank You "Christmas Buddy!" Or the Angels that came for you and left us with not only your memory but a gift of Peace from that memory that will last us forever.

Sisters

Bree Hull


Well would you look at this? These two sure do look alike to me. I wonder if they will hook up like some sisters that have found one another after many years? Or maybe they won't bother. Or maybe if Nana leaves it alone they will make it work on their own. Briana Marie and Danielle. (I dont know Dani's middle name) I better find that out.
Interestingly Bree, we call her, has another sister named Danielle who is also 19 years old.
So getting used to that part wont be so unusual.
Bree is fair skinned and it appears Dani is darker skinned. Bree has allot of allergies
and asthma when she gets a cold. Bree has a dark side she tells me. I think all teenagers do. She is a grand actress but she cant sing a whole song on key. We have to laugh at that. She loves socceer but had to quit due to shin splints. She is quite the artist and loves all sorts of creativity. Sewing, painting, writing, anything but cleaning. Bree loves mega soft beds. And Bree loves Steve. Steve is a rock and adores Bree so we adore Steve. Bree is a very sensitive young woman and was even as a child. If she cried her whole face turned spotted and red. She has a wonderful laugh and the most beautiful thick hair that tends to have more waves than she would like so she works very hard to straighten it. Her Dad's hair was wavy before he shaved his head due to age and hereditary baldness. Bree loves animals especially cats. She wants a car more than anything right now. Bree is a person that goes with the flow. She graduated from Barbizon Modeling and Acting School. She is a natural actress. I have posted some of her acting photos.

I do hope the girls find their way to meet or at least do the MySpace "thing." After all they are sisters. And they sure do look alike. Bree is 16 and Dani is 19.

Nineteen Years Late'r

I received an invitation to a MySpace site a few days ago. It was from this beautiful young woman named Dani. She is the Granddaughter I have never met. And the other photo is her Father who she has never met her but once when she was three.
I missed the hugs and kisses and overnight stays. I missed the shopping days and buying princess clothes, putting her hair up with ribbons, getting her nails done for no reason. The zoo. Telling her the secrets I have learned from and about life. Sharing my heart. I missed Homecomings, Proms, and maybe sooccer games or school plays or just Halloween costumes. I missed her more days than I can remember. She is my first Granddaughter ever. We never got to stir and bake cookies, make Valentines, or watch movies, read even one book. We have the same blood.
I did not get to babysit or meet her brothers. I didn't get to show her how much she is loved no matter what age. I think she has her Grandpa Joe's dimples. And the beautiful family smile for sure. She'll never get to see Grandpa's herd of cows or goats or chickens because they are gone with time. I hope she gets to hear his childhood stories and his wonderful laugh. He is 83 so we don't have nineteen more years. I hope she gets to meet all her aunts and uncles and great aunts and uncles and cousins. If not I will still love her from afar and hopefully get to watch it thru MySpace. Because now she has invited me to HerSpace.

His Name is Christmas and He's 19!

Christmas Buddy a few weeks old

What a little man he is and sometimes quite the King of the house. Well not so much anymore, but in his day he ruled. Now he moves very slowly and needs some help, such as his own chair to get up onto the bed. Why he's been better than any man I ever married. This one stuck with the program to the end... Christmas Buddy sleeps at the top of my bed near my face. I dare not use too much face cream or I wake up looking like the abominable snowman! Eeeww. And if I turn over he wanders to the other side facing my face. I wake up on occasion and put my hand on him to give him reassurance. Maybe myself too. He has grown up with my children, especially my 19 year old daughter and 19 and 16 year old Granddaughters. Not to mention my 25 and 28 year old sons.
I watch him wondering if his quality of life is for me or him anymore. He sleeps 20 out of 24 hours a day. He sometimes gets lost in the shower starring at the wall meowing. Don't worry I get him. My Vet has told me twice (three years ago and one year ago) that he was in kidney failure. NOT! Got him some antibiotics and whalla he was trottin' around the house and enjoying some "huchie," catnip silly, on occasion. They even put him on IV fluids which I learned to do quickly. I gave him fluids every other day, (they said daily) and he still watered from his eyes and mouth...DUH, he was over fluidized! Again he was fine. Yes I am changing vets even after all these years. He likes his food more on the liquid side anymore but I can do that. I buy special litter that is lightweight and special litter that turns color if he has a bladder infection. Christmas loves Christmas because he hears his name on TV and from people passing by as well as his family. He has lived through several political elections, he's a liberal by the way, and 16 Proms and around 12 Homecomings, and five major moves, an in-house daycare for fifteen years, and four new vehicles. All went away, as well as his two buddies, Cody and Chris moved to California. He remembers them when they walk in and hold him like a baby. He has survived a sister that lived to be fifteen named PeeWee, yes after PeeWee Herman before he did his naughty. Obviously we got them on Christmas 1988. PeeWee's Playhouse was big on the charts. I found a stray cat named Lucy last year. Lucy is around two years old. Christmas puts up with her and can still hold his own, although I keep an eye out on them. They have never been declawed which has rarely been a problem. Can you imagine an active two year old girl wanting to play with a 99 year old man. It is funny because they just sit and swipe paws back and forth like taking turns. But they don't touch each other...just swipe..... I guess I am writing this because I know the time is drawing near that I will have to go on living without my best friend.