Flowers for Who?

Today I came upon this beautiful Spring bouquet of flowers in a basket . It was sitting all by itself in front of a huge apartment complex on a busy street and near a bus stop. I continued doing my job in the area and then proceeded to my car for my camera. I just couldn't leave that lonely basket sitting there without offering it some sort of attention process. My thoughts were mostly who it belonged to? Was the person it belonged to inside and would he or she be delivering it via that bicycle parked nearby? Or was it intended for someones sweetheart but before he could deliver it, the phone call came saying Good bye, it's over. So he left the gift of love on the grass for all who passed to enjoy and take if they so desired. Or was it for someones Mother who was visiting on campus today? Maybe this was a hidden camera deal for UTube? Were their people watching from the 5th floor to see how long before it was taken by a passerby? Who were those flowers for? Why were they sitting in such an open lonely area? We'll never know, but they certainly added a bright "spot" to my day as well as many others I suspect. Maybe that is exactly who the flowers were for.

Lost in the Past, Speeding in the Present

Obviously I never took one whole picture of my "old '94 Lincoln." God I loved that car! It was not one of those long honkers rather the short sport continental with a blue cloth top.

Today I was driving on what we call our Beltline Highway that circles the city. Some people call it an Expressway, others give it a number like Highway 12 & 18. I was on my way to a job across town and leisurely maintaining 50 mph due to the "stupid" price of gas. I was daydreaming when I saw something familiar which brought me back from one dreamland and cast me into another one far from that Beltline Highway. My eyes fixated on it and my heart started to beat to a different time and set of drums. I felt an excitement growing within my mind and soul...so now we had my heart, mind, and now foot involved and growing heavier on the gas peddle. I did have some sort of sense left as I recall looking at the speed-o-meter! 55.......on to 60......my eyes still fixated on a time in life that was good and pleasurable. The kids were bustling about the house and the ten year dog hadn't died, nor had the nineteen or fifteen year old cats. There were two beautiful little Foster Daughters and hope for more. There was fun and activity and more life force happening. 65mph......I'm coming, I'm coming....wait for me, don't dissappear.....70....72.......75. I had to get it back, to catch it..... I changed lanes and set my blinker to head South away from my destination job site. Sense came back for a minute as I checked about for red and blue swirling lights anywhere in site. There was an adrenal rush like no coffee or Dew I ever had in a long time. I was calling in that life force and making it happen with my foot! I'm coming, wait....I need you, you are hope, you are a happy time, you are love and faith and a knowing there is more. You are safety and security...for God sakes wait for me...... I finally slowed enough to make the exit ramp and headed North and caught it!!! I had made it but there was no relief, only a couple tears because the realization and awakening all rushed back into my body, mind and soul. The car I had raced to catch and had put my life in danger over, and was not my "old '94 Lincoln." It was similar but not the same. Nothing is the same. The kids are all grown and the dog and both cats died, the Foster girls are in different States and dammit I really want my car back. Or at least a little replica of it for the "memory mantle." Time changes everything and for a few minutes today I got lost in the past, speeding in the present to find those fun youthful times again. A daydream? Yes, but they are good memories and that Lincoln is out there somewhere with a new engine and I want it! "What if" it had been my Lincoln, what was I planning to do if I "caught" up to it today? Make him sell it to me is what!! Good memories are worth whatever you can pay for them. Rather it be in the garage than on the mantle. Never-the-less it will always be in my heart, yes with the kids too. Racing after life dreams in reverse? Stop it!

Frozen Toes and Frozen Nose

This photo says it all. I have a brand new Vista HP I am lost like a little kid as to where my frozen toes and or frozen anything pictures are but this one will definitely do. I have to go to work this morning and it is FREEZING :( I mean freezing like 30 below zero. We have had 87 inches of snow, blizzards, ice, I have fallen and broken my boob, (previous bl0g) and my tailbone. I purchased those clete nail bottom dealies for my boots. (Trackers) They are great until you hit tile floors inside and then everyone looks at me like I have toilet paper hanging out the bottom of my pants. Click, click, click, click. So I removed one and kept one. Now I am only half afraid I well fall again. Yesterday was our States Primary so I slid into the polls on one foot and grabbed the ice with the other. Got-her-done.... I was voting and noticed only one page available to vote for President. I turned the sheet over looking for more names....then decided this is it and left.
Later that evening on the bottom scroll of my TV were all the other candidates being voted for. Where was my sheet? O well I voted for President! One sheet short and one clete short. (Trackers they call them)

Labels: Enough of this ice and snow
Tuesday, February 19, 2008

photo courtesy of Phillipe Sainte Laudy at www.flickr.com

When I'm bored!

Ok, so when I get bored I cut up pictures and paste myself onto things that make me happ-ier.
Like George Clooney (couldn't put those pics on here.) This is my new van with my three Grand-daughters pasted in the rear seats without seatbelts. Their pasted! So turn me in.....to The Secret's lifeboard police. If you don't know what that means, read the book "The Secret". I sit on my sofa every night and drive my new Honda Odyssey. I step on the gas r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r, take fast corners scre-e-e-e, and then bring her back home and park her in the ga-rage! She 's mine alright. Glue and all! That dealership keeps telling me they are using it to show others how wonderful my new van is. I can live with that for a bit. And by the way, it's paid for!

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