December 10, 2009
“Her Majesty’s Secret Service”
2. What is your Least favorite Christmas Movie
“It’s a Wonderful Life” (That’s right. That’s what I said.)
3. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Sting’s version of “I Saw Three Ships” is currently my favorite.
4. What Christmas song(s) drives you crazy?
Okay, for some reason, everywhere I go this year they are playing “Little Saint Nick” by the Beach Boys and it is starting to get to me.
5. What is your favorite Christmas drink? (e.g., egg nog, hot chocolate)
6. What is your favorite Christmas memory?
I’m not sure I have just one…but the Denver Christmas where everyone was there and we were all tripping over cousins and I got to experience real snow and we were overwhelmed with good food…that was a good one…
7. What is the best toy/gift you've received on Christmas?
Hmmmm…my doll house was pretty neat…I had the bike Christmas…then there was the iPod Touch I got last year…
8. What is the worst toy/gift you've received on Christmas?
I got a purse from a well-meaning aunt during my least girly-girl phase. Of course, now, if she would like to buy me a purse…
9. What do you LOVE about the holidays?
I like how the most random people just say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to you as you go about your normal routine. During the times when we would normally just ignore each other, in December you start chatting and wishing each other well.
10. What annoys you about the holidays?
People who automatically assume the holidays are going to be a huge burden and consequently miss all the fun.
11. Do you prefer star or angel on top of a Christmas tree? Or something else?
I have a really pretty star for the top of my tree.
12. What is your family favorite recipe at Christmas?
13. Are you a Grinch or a Who at Christmastime?
I’m a Who, socks and all.
14. Christmas light displays—love them or hate them?
The more ridiculous the better
15. Santa's at the mall—fun times or creepy?
Okay, I admit it, I’m a little scared of the mall Santa.
16. Christmas cards—do you send them, yes or no?
17. What is the best thing about Christmas, in your opinion?
The family getting together and showering each other with attention.
18. What is the worst thing about Christmas?
This year: snarky Target commercials.
19. When do you put the tree up and take it down?
I think I’m going to skip the tree this year because I’m not sure where it will fit in my little apartment, but I know the big tree is waiting for me at Mom’s.
20. Out of the 12 Days of Christmas, which day and item would you want your truelove to give to you?
Hello? Five golden rings!
21. Why do you think that Grandma got run over by a reindeer?
A little too much nog in her egg.
22. Who is your favorite reindeer?
Blitzen: the German reindeer
23. Do you believe in Santa Claus?
Yep, and I’ve been very very good.
24. What is your favorite smell at Christmas time?
Whatever’s cooking in my Mom’s kitchen.
25. What would make you happy at Christmas this year?
Everybody happy and healthy at home.
November 24, 2009
Thank U Alanis Morissette
These Are Days 10,000 Maniacs
Come Together Macy Gray
Gimme Some Lovin’ The Spencer Davis Group
All About Our Love Sade
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) Green Day
Glad You’re Here Macy Gray, featuring Fergie
Thankyou The Creatures
Didn’t make it, but honorable mentions:
All Tomorrow’s Parties The Velvet Underground
Fly Sugar Ray
November 18, 2009
Consumed with: Melancholy. (Dramatic, I know.) Perhaps I should say, “Consumed by melancholy.” I’m trying very hard to just cheer up already. I try new things, I work on good habits, I treat myself, I talk to loved ones, I actualize positive processes to facilitate growth and communication…but…Melancholy consumes me in the way that mosquitoes consume people. I’m laid back, sipping my beer on the porch of life when damn it if there isn’t a high-pitched buzzing in my ear. There it is again, that melancholy stinging briefly and ruining the moment, and then leaving itchy little welts to ruin the upcoming moments. I’m trying really hard to get on with it already, but melancholy is just brushed away briefly before coming back to bug me some more.
Hoping for: A lightening bolt of inspiration. No? How about a strong breeze of encouragement?
Listening to: Beck’s “Think I’m In Love” What if it’s wrong? What if it’s wrong to play the game?
Enjoying: My guitar. Among my “trying new things” has been “teach myself guitar.” I like it. I only know how to play a chromatic scale and three chords so far, but I like playing them. Trying to play an insanely simplified three-chord version of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” has been like mosquito repellent (to keep the metaphor going).
Just finished reading: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. I enjoy Brown’s books for what they are: paperback thrillers. Unnecessary sex and violence while discussing art trivia? Yes please. People who take his books too seriously should go look up the word “fiction.” (Then they should read Dr. No by Ian Fleming.) Like The Da Vinci Code, this book is over the top and cliff-hangery and I enjoyed it like a rerun of “The A-Team.”
Watching: “The Prisoner” Actually, I just finished watching the remake but I’m still thinking about it, which is always the sign of a good show. My Dad introduced me to the original series through reruns on one of his thousands of cable channels. It’s surreal and vaguely creepy stuff, but entertaining for unidentifiable reasons. I suppose because you have to interpret so much of the lunacy without spoon-fed explanations that you get out of the Village what you take in. In my opinion, the remake lived up to its predecessor, thanks mostly to Ian McKellen who was clearly enjoying himself as Number Two. Favorite quote, “That’s unusually deep for a Thursday.”
Wishing for: A winning lottery ticket—even a metaphorical one would do.
November 11, 2009
Keep your bee with perspective. His is a working class, after all. A yellow-and-black collared class that finds its bread in routine, its opiate in tradition. It’s the doing, day in and out, that interests him. To try and persuade him to your undoings will result in an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.
Keep your bee with precision. He is a creature of order, of sequence, of simple geometry. He does not crave higher mathematics so do not waste his time with imaginary numbers and impractical theorems. He is clockwork unburdened by cogs and springs.
Keep your bee with timing. Something smooth and sequential for the comings and goings and one’s and two’s of a day. A nice three-four waltz is charming for all seasons. Nothing too modern is necessary, nothing too formal is desired.
Keep your bee with sagacity. Professions with elaborate hats can lead to inanity and regular usage of smokers can cause abandonment of propriety in inappropriate moments. Curb any lack of inhibition post haste or else risk losing face with the bee.
Keep your bee with peace. He is not cunning nor knows the way of war. He will sacrifice himself, fodder in some incomprehensible confrontation, if he is met with hostility.
Keep your bee with faith. He knows he can fly. You should just trust that he can, too, despite physics and whatnot.
Keep your bee with family. His nature is to nurture. Blood is thicker than water and honey thicker still.
September 23, 2009
September 14, 2009
12 minutes into work
hungry for sock monkey days
homesick for milky teas
and excesses of blankets
and musty stacks of paper
losing their bindings to the woes of time
13 minutes into reality
but awash in Xanadus
constructed of rain and tent forts
and erstwhile memories
of small-fingered ways
September 7, 2009
For continued nonsense see Bones. For bloggy blogness, see Anne Evolves.
It promises to be somewhat focused writing. We’ll see how long this experiment lasts.
August 24, 2009
August 18, 2009
and cold smooth stones
and mores again
if just briefly
sun flickering out
behind the stained glass
and once this was
and twice this goes
and three for the money
and blinks back on
neon crowned cross
because that’s how we roll
August 10, 2009
She started in Steubenville
and stuck to it till Strasenburgh
—where she stopped briefly for strudel—
but started sticking stuff again
with a stupefying amount of stickers.
Her stick-to-itiveness was quite stupendous.
Standing by, students were struck,
even stirred, as she strode and stuck
on steps and on Studebakers,
on stirrups and on street signs,
on sticks and on stenographers,
on steam trunks and on sturgeons,
on straps and on strobe lights,
on stencils and on starlets’ staffers,
on stilts and on startled state troopers,
Stefanie strove forward,
sticking her stickers on whole stacks of stuff,
until, strength gone, she stuttered, “This is stupid,”
August 4, 2009
1) This will feel good
2) This will hurt me
3) This will lead to effect 1B/positive
4) This will adversely hinder otherwise folks than me
5) This is, in effect, the same as (6)
6) This is, in effect, the same as (5)
Two distinct lifelines
Three shoes (unrelated)
And one jalapeño burning on Mrs. Argawal’s stove
That’s how it goes
July 21, 2009
she should forfeit this particular ghost
broken lines on the upper hand
and spooky Tarot card readings
trump binary logic
and PhD machinations
any day (now)
Casper put aside
she resigns herself to country music
and condescending stares from behind the pearls
See you on the flipside,
I’ve got a moon to shoot.
July 12, 2009
two years revisited
My life was interesting when…
sleepless yearnings caused daytime delusions
On my summer vacation I…
kept wakeful considerations as pets
I like it when…
retrospective retroaction remains unresponsive
Clap your hands if you…
are currently experiencing déjà vu and are gonna do it again
Describe a character in one sentence:
Referring to previous obligations obliquely, she coquetted her way out of another fine mess.
July 9, 2009
June 30, 2009
Neither my mother nor I speak French. We picked up a few key words and phrases, but mostly we relied and the French and their knowledge of English. The natives we met seemed to me to be a delightful and friendly people who were pleasantly amused by us and our haphazard forays into their language. My vocabulary of French mostly consists of exclamations which, as my mother realized in an elevator in Paris, come from one source.
Bon jour, mes amis!
June 15, 2009
1. Started my own blog Apparently so.
2. Slept under the stars And thought at the time, this will be a poignant memory at some point in my future. (Check.)
3. Played in a band No, though I still have dreams…
4. Visited Hawaii Pretty much all it’s cracked up to be.
5. Watched a meteor shower And made some wishes.
6. Given more than I can afford to charity Almost habitually. I am my mother's daughter.
7. Been to Disneyland/world Still need to get to the one in Florida.
8. Climbed a mountain I did go up one of the Mt. Franklin hiking trails, but it didn’t go all the way to the top.
9. Held a praying mantis No, are you insane?!
10. Sung a solo No, but I’ve sung many the duet in my car.
11. Bungee jumped No, again with the insanity?!
12. Visited Paris Once, for my 17th birthday, and I will be returning soon for my 30th.
13. Watched lightning at sea No, but I’ve seen heat lightening in the desert which I’m betting is at least as cool.
14. Taught myself an art from scratch If you count scrapbooking and you would if you could see my scrapbooks.
15. Adopted a child No, but I’ve bowled for kids’ sake (Big Brothers, Big Sisters fundraiser).
16. Had food poisoning Yes. Hardcore, wish-I-were-dead, couldn’t eat for two weeks, after that could only eat plain tortillas for a month, got it from seafood food poisoning. Don’t recommend it.
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty Haven’t even seen her in person.
18. Grown my own vegetables Unless you count bean sprouts for a grade school science project.
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France Yes, she refused to come to Texas.
20. Slept on an overnight train From Rome to Paris.
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked No, though I’ve bummed a few rides off of friends.
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill Sha–you think?
24. Built a snow fort No, but I’ve built many a couch-cushion-sheet fort.
25. Held a lamb No, smelly.
26. Gone skinny dipping Jumped a fence to go skinny dipping.
27. Run a marathon “In the time it takes to run a marathon I could have a dinner party and a glass of wine.”—Kate Mulgrew
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice While being serenaded in Italian.
29. Seen a total eclipse Both moon and sun.
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset Yes, though the sunrises have always been under duress.
31. Hit a home run I think I might have kicked one once in kickball.
32. Been on a cruise One to Cozumel and one to Alaska. I highly recommend the one to Alaska.
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught myself a new language No, but the cursing is self-taught.
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied I probably have but I’ve never believed it.
38. Filled out a meme that claimed to be a list of a 100 but wasn’t really because they left out 38, 39, and 90
39. Been sarcastic
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David And seen the David’s Herald Johnson
41. Sung karaoke Once. At a small private party. Possibly drinking. I don’t want to talk about it.
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt Right on time.
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant No, but I’ve had one buy me a meal. Though, honestly, by that time we were becoming fast friends.
44. Visited Africa No, but I’m willing.
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight More than once, but I think Miami Beach was most memorable.
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had my portrait painted Kind of. I painted a watercolor self-portrait in my high school art class.
48. Gone deep sea fishing No, but I’ve gone night club trawling.
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person A. Maze. Ing.
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris Well, I got to the halfway point. Then the wind started to blow. Were you aware that the entire Tower moves in the wind? I had a panic attack and came down quickly. I did make it to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas. Apparently, alcohol is a big help.
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling Snorkeled in Hawaii.
52. Kissed in the rain No, sigh.
53. Played in the mud I’ll have you know I was a mud pie master chef.
54. Gone to a drive-in theater There was a working one outside of El Paso for quite some time, though I’m not sure it’s still there. I remember my Dad taking us and him hooking the speaker on the car door, but that’s about it.
55. Been in a movie Unless you count home videos.
56. Visited the Great Wall of China No, but I’m willing.
57. Started a business Oh, I’ve started some business...
58. Taken a martial arts class I got to orange belt in karate. One of the bravest things I ever did. Kind of wish I had stuck with it.
59. Visited Russia No, but I went to the Little Russia Gift Shoppe in Skagway, Alaska and had a ball.
60. Served at a soup kitchen Kind of. I prepared meals for a meals-on-wheels program.
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies Yes, door-to-door. One of the other bravest things I’ve ever done.
62. Gone whale watching Yes, outside of Juneau. Totally worth it just for hearing 40 adults go “oooohhhh” in unison like little kids.
63. Got flowers for no reason Like, I was walking through the HEB flower department and thought, “Those look nice. I think I’ll get some of those.”? No? Sigh.
64. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma Donated blood two times. Passed out two times. Have been disinclined to participate since.
65. Gone sky diving See #50.
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check No, but only because I took my mother’s sage council and got overdraft protection
68. Flown in a helicopter No, but I think I want to.
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy Ha. Ha ha. Yes. Just a few…shelves. I never stopped getting them.
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten caviar But I prefer escargot.
72. Pieced a quilt No, but I hand stitched a butterfly in the Girl Scouts.
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades But I been down to the bayou.
75. Been fired from a job Does the college newspaper count? It feels like it should count.
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London Sort of. From across the street, over a large crowd of heads, if I jumped.
77. Broken a bone Fractured a wrist and pulled a couple ribs.
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle No, but I’ve ridden in a speeding dune buggy driven by a one armed man who was drinking a beer.
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person A. Maze. Ing.
80. Published a book I have several assessment related volumes to my name. Working on the personal stuff.
81. Visited the Vatican Wow. Big. Like big big.
82. Bought a brand new car No, though my father let me say I did while he did the, you know, purchasing.
83. Walked in Jerusalem No, but I vomited in Las Vegas and then went back to dancing.
84. Had my picture in the newspaper Academic Decathlon champions. Oh yeah.
85. Read the entire Bible No, but I like that tower of Babylon bit.
86. Visited the White House No. When we were in Washington, D.C. we couldn’t go on the tour for some reason (renovations or something) and it seemed quite disappointing. However, the next day, they got us up at dawn (see 30.) so we would be the first in line at the Washington Monument. It's 5:30 in the morning, we’re about to get off the bus when someone yelled, “Look it’s the President, he’s jogging by.” No kidding! We piled out of the bus. Bill Clinton stopped, shook hands, posed for photos, and went jogging on his way. So, I let the White House thing go.
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating Not the same animal, no. Unless you count mussels.
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life Not that I’m aware of.
90. Been to Graceland (I made up my own because, again, the list was lacking.) No, but I wanna. I really really wanna.
91. Met someone famous See 86.
92. Joined a book club No, but not for lack of trying.
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby No, but I’ve been accused of having a cow more than once.
95. Seen the Alamo in person I’ve made out in front of the Alamo. (For anyone reading this who hasn’t seen the Alamo, it’s smack dab in the middle of downtown SA near some of the bigger party bars and clubs so this isn’t as shocking as it might seem. Really. It was only kind of in bad taste.)
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake Not really, but I went and stuck two fingers in just for this type of question.
97. Been involved in a law suit I’ve been a member of a jury.
98. Owned a cell phone It’s 2009 and I’m an American.
99. Been stung by a bee No, but I been the victim of a couple wasps.
100. Ridden an elephant I swear I have an early childhood memory of doing this at a zoo somewhere, but there seems to be no photographic evidence to support this.
June 8, 2009
June 1, 2009
May 17, 2009
unabashedly listening to other’s odes to you
opening myself up to one more (and one more) heartache
because two tracks later we’ll be in love again
whoever you may be
I’m sure you’ll like dancing to this next one
Poetry’s just another way to kill time
another scribble in the margin
near infinity but above the hash marks and flowers
maybe Shakespeare was no good
at drawing roses either
Happiness is just a stomachache
and why aren’t you in bed already
you should be more responsible
and what was I saying
April 29, 2009
April 22, 2009
April 15, 2009
fourteen and talking to God
your shield: cloth
your weapon: voice
your citadel: the linked arms of the women around you
the indomitable women
marching into their daily war,
their afternoon battle,
their nightly siege
their ever encounter
your steady stance
of heart-born knowledge:
that wasn’t all you were going to be
April 8, 2009
The latest game of tag by way of Murat11 from the lands of a few other turtles. Answer all the questions, except one that you don’t like. Replace the unloved question with a new one of your own. Then, add a new question.
What is your obsession at the moment?
Paris, France. Come June 22, little lost in the world me will be 30. I’m mostly all empowered about it, with an occasional bout of, “Oh come on, really?!” I figured nothing less than fabulousness is called for to celebrate such a moment. So, Mom and I are planning a jaunt to Paris. Where to stay? What to do? What will it cost? Apparently the difference between visiting Paris now and visiting Paris at 17 is an awareness of logistics.
What are you not wearing at the moment?
A tiara, though I could totally rock it out if I were.
Do you nap regularly?
I get home from work just in time to watch the nightly news with Brian Williams. Perhaps it’s his dulcet tones, or the comfy factor of my couch, but I’ve developed the habit of falling asleep about halfway through the national news and waking right at the beginning of the local.
What’s your theme song?
“Everybody” by Macy Gray
What do you want to change?
The mood at work. It’s so tense right now.
What are you going to have for dinner?
Lemon-thyme zucchini and goat cheese pizza. It’s a Weight Watchers recipe and is perfect for spring.
Your last purchase?
Bananas and Easter candy
What are you listening to at the moment?
“Migra” by Santana
Sunny and warm enough for short-sleeves but cool enough for porch sitting
Surviving and thriving
Say something to the person who tagged you:
Hey Murat, tell the missus that the Son of Pears has happily embraced Home Comforts this year with a check, a drive, and now there’s talk of a bake sale. Her candle continues to burn.
Favorite vacation location?
Right now, Paris. Though I love to go and see, so anywhere and everywhere.
Films you can watch over and over again:
The James Bonds, the Star Wars, the Lord of the Rings, the Matrices, the Pirates of the Caribbeans, the Wallace and Grommets, the Hellboys, the X-Men, the Batmans…
What movie(s) will you never see again?
A.I., Eye of the Beholder, Transformers, Babylon A.D…Okay, actually I might watch that again even though it was a suckfest. What can I say, I like bubblegum movies. Sometimes I’m entranced by the sheer awfulness.
I was going to name something fancy here, but honestly I’m happy with my mug of green tea with lemon.
Book you are currently reading?
“First Among Sequels” by Jasper Fforde
What do you want to do one day?
Buy a house. Funny, that’s the first thing that came to mind.
Which quality would you like to have?
Name one of your qualities:
What are you waiting for?
I ask myself that all the time. I currently have found no satisfying answer.
Which old-fashioned trend do you hope will soon return?
Hats. Let’s all wear more hats.
One song you're embarrassed to admit to liking:
“Womanizer” by Britney Spears. I give her studio team credit for making a catchy dance number.
Milkshake or crème brulee?
April 4, 2009
Thank God for minor tragedies,
how else to lubricate the sinuses
through the varying fluctuations
in barometric pressure.
Married men and allergies
and a nose bestowed by Poland,
I should have invested in Kleenex
and not in that new outfit.
It must have been a sign
when I smelled a skunk beforehand,
but now I’m simply stuffed with
March 26, 2009
a ghost bumps my shoulder
and a bit of my heart spills onto my blouse
—damn, that’ll stain.
Where to wander in a room
full of women with no last names
and men with two first?
Who to talk to when every stranger
is a card away from being a friend?
What to do when you don’t know
how to naturally mix at a Kaizen event?
Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you, this evening,
for participating, tonight, in this
opportunity, post-workday, for
outwardly mobile social dialogue.
—what’s the point?
March 21, 2009
Late afternoon childish diplomacy.
Sentimental tears post-midnight.
Three Blink CDs in storage,
Invitation to business mixer by email.
Mala beads on the bedside table.
Where’d you come from?
March 17, 2009
Bluebird, what do you feed on?
It is true you gobble up worms, you
And your bill picks up corn, seed,
This is only part of the answer.
Your feathers have captured a piece of
Your wings are burnished with
It is not a worm blue nor a bug
blue nor the blue
Of corn or berry you shine with.
Bluebird, we come to you for facts,
Information, for secret reports.
Bluebird, tell us, what do you
March 10, 2009
March 1, 2009
Accustomed to the clime of sandy coastal regions, the blue-footed booby flock to seaside resorts, summer regattas, and floating casinos. They respond well to praise, air kisses, and champagne toasts.
The blue-footed booby once had dreams of performing in the Russian ballet, web toes tripping lightly across the boards to such acclaim that swans would never be allowed near the lake again. Now they settle for summer stock and television hosting, with the occasional color commentary gig. You must support these endeavors with love, kindness, and multiple head-shots if you wish to keep your booby pleasantly inclined.
Traditionally of the B’Nai faith, younger blue-foots have become increasingly drawn toward Shamic Islam. This is merely for you own understanding of your booby; under no circumstances should you question a booby’s faith as they are apt to become stubborn and contrary.
When your booby throws its inevitable tantrums, let it sigh loudly and collapse against at least four pieces of furniture before trying to fetch your booby around with soft cooing noises and spa certificates.
The traditional attendant of sommeliers, blue-footed boobies make excellent companions to vineyard owners, bottlers, cork farmers, or anyone who enjoys drinking large quantities of wine. Should you form a rapport with your blue-foot you can expect years of witty conversations over crudités and soft embraces at sunset.
Popular names for blue-footed boobys include decapitated royalty, disgraced Olympians, and rock star widows.
Enjoy your new-found friend!
February 25, 2009
February 19, 2009
|You Belong in Dublin|
You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.
February 3, 2009
A minute after typing, “I entered my timesheet in the new system on the first try,” the new system crashed and I lost my timesheet. I redid it four times that morning and summarily deleted my Unexpected Joy list.
I’m so trying to have a good attitude. I can hear myself faking it in conversations, hoping I’ll make it stick internally. I can hear myself telling all my friends the right things in terms of their attitudes (a recent JSD post comes to mind), and then wishing I would listen to myself. I’m doing my best really. It’s just the stupid timesheet system didn’t work again!
This morning I saw a link “What is Happiness Anyway” and clicked. Apparently the universe thought I needed a little help in the attitude readjustment zone. You’ll see I have a new link called The Happiness Project. I recommend you check it out. It’s written by a woman with a good attitude and that’s always a good thing.
January 26, 2009
January 20, 2009
"As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. "
January 15, 2009
the year laid out before me
a comforting thickness on the desk of eternity
boxed little days filled
with exquisite pale blue hours
at the dentist on the 23rd
father’s birthday three rows up
reborn three pages later
quickly amassing times, dates,
indications of places
quickly passing holidays,
deadlines, and forget-me-nots
love notes for a schedule defined,
12 pages long
January 8, 2009
January 6, 2009
You are The High Priestess
Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.
The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
January 1, 2009
Appreciate who I am, the people I know, all that I have, and all the adventures life throws at my oh-so carefully laid plans.
(I’m also going to exercise more and pay off debt.)