joined on 08/16/04
last updated 01/23/06
about me
I feel that the greatest part of living in the country I claim from is that we are free to believe and think and be anything we want to be. I truly enjoy hearing and talking to people who are completely different from me, and who I could never agree with, because they are that which is different - and life should be a celebration of differences!
Word Freaks,
"Stupid" (but Fun) Questions,
♥ fresh new hope ♥,
**THINGS YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID**,
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*Beauty Secrets for Divas*,
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May 16, 2005
The walking encyclopedia needs a copy-editor...
My sister. Therefore I both love and hate her. She really is a mishmash of various topics though.
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Yum!
This morning I had oatmeal. Never in the history of man, nor in its future will such a glorious grain ever surpass the wonderfulness that is OATMEAL.
I like mine with just a tad of brown sugar - NO RAISONS!
Healthy for the heart - for the blood - for the body in general.
Please, try a bowl soon.
~smile~
Meredith
Tue, January 24, 2006 - 11:32 AM
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Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride
Ring the bells St.Peter
Where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand
For the people will know
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow
Ring them bells Sweet Martha
For the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one
Oh the shephered is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains they are filled
With lost sheep
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the day is through
Ring them bells, for the time that flies
For the child that cries
When the innocence dies
Ring them bells St.Catherine
From the top of the room
Ring the bells from the fortress
For the lillies that bloom
For the lines they are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong
Ring Them Bells
Songwriter: Bob Dylan
Mon, January 23, 2006 - 7:53 PM
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I bought a washer and dryer!
No longer am I shakled by the rolling cart of laundry!
No longer must I give up 3 hours on a Saturday to do my laundry!
I am finally free of ironing all my clothes because they get all wrinkled when I have to shove them into a cart to get them home!
I can now enjoy the peace and tranquility that the smell of fabric softener brings the apartment while the dryer is running.
I can now bathe in the sanctity of putting on freshly cleaned clothes, still warm from the dryer.
There are few things greater!
Oh, wait! One last thing -I bought low energy and low water level washers and dryers so I'm saving electricity and gas and water waste since the turbo fast ones at the laundromaut were defiinitly not enviro-friendly.
Yippppeeee!!!! The world is full of wonderful little things - so said my Father - and man, he was right!
~smile~
Meredith
Fri, January 20, 2006 - 8:45 AM
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All right. It's Friday the 13th. Here's what I have to say. I'm having a bad day - yes, sure I could blame it on it being un "unlucky" day. Stupid.
I actually believe in luck - good and bad - but to lable a whole day as bad luck just because it happens to fall on a Friday? It's really. . .dumb.
So, it's Friday - TGIF - take responsibility for your own luck.
~smile~
Meredith
P.S. Can anybody tell me why Tom Robbins is so fixated on pyramids? Thanks.
Fri, January 13, 2006 - 3:05 PM
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"Si, senor. No comida. Lo sient." Inti was apologetic. Evan a bit ashamed. Lunch was simply not a tradition aboard the Little Virgin. Oh, but there was a lunch substitute. Shyly, Inti held out his hand. In his palm there was a folded packet of green leaves, abotu the size of a match-book. Inti was extremely nervous, giving Switters the impression that the Indian had never offered coca to a white man before. Switters made it clear that he was honored, but he politely refused. He'd already decided that the next time he felt hunger trying to kick-start its motercycle, he would still the shudders and silence the rumbles with mediation.
He was out of practice, having meditated with increasing infrequence since he left Bangkok. He was also well aware that meditation was intended neither as a diversion nor a therapy. Indeed, if he could believe his teacher, idea meditation had no practical application whatsoever. Sure, there were Westerners who practiced it as a relazation technique, as a device for calming and centering themselves so that they might sell more stuff or fare better in office politics, but that was like using the Hope diamond to scratch grocery lists onto a bathroom mirror.
"Meditation," said his teacher, "hasn't got a damn thing to do with anything, ;cause all it has to do with is nothing. Nothingness. Okay? It doesn't develop the mind, it dissolves the mind. Self-Improvement? Forget it, baby. It erases the self. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass. What good is it? Good for nothing. Excellent for nothing. Yes, Lord, but when you get down to nothing, you get dfown to ultimate reality. It's then and exactly then that you're sensing the true nature of the universe, you're linked up with the absoute Absolute, son, and unless you're content with blowing smoke up your butt all your life, that there's the only place to be."
Obviously Switters's meditation teacher was no Thai monk or Himalayan sage. His guru, in fact, was a CIA pilot from Hondo, Texas, by the name of Bobby Case, known to some as Bad Bobby and to others as NutCase. He was Switters's bosum buddy. The U.S. ambassador to Thailand, who sported a bitchy wit, referred to the pair of them as the Flying Pedophilia Brothers, a ickname to which they both objected. When Switters complained that it was slanderous and unfair, Bobby said, "Damn straight it is. I don't mind being called a pedophile, but YOUR brother?"
From Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates, by Tom Robbins
Thu, January 5, 2006 - 11:02 AM
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Breakfast of Champions
(blog entry)
Yum!
This morning I had oatmeal. Never in the history of man, nor in its future will such a glorious grain ever surpass the wonderfulness that is OATMEAL.
I like mine with just a tad of brown sugar - NO RAISONS!
Healthy for the heart -...
read more
Spirit Movement
(blog entry)
Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride
...
read more
Clean Clothes!
(blog entry)
I bought a washer and dryer!
No longer am I shakled by the rolling cart of laundry!
No longer must I give up 3 hours on a Saturday to do my laundry!
I am finally free of ironing all my clothes because they get all wrinkled when I have to...
read more
So, Clearly the World is Ending
(blog entry)
All right. It's Friday the 13th. Here's what I have to say. I'm having a bad day - yes, sure I could blame it on it being un "unlucky" day. Stupid.
I actually believe in luck - good and bad - but to lable a whole day as bad luck just beca...
read more
Yes, I do realize I haven't posted since November. . .
(blog entry)
"Si, senor. No comida. Lo sient." Inti was apologetic. Evan a bit ashamed. Lunch was simply not a tradition aboard the Little Virgin. Oh, but there was a lunch substitute. Shyly, Inti held out his hand. In his palm there was a folded packe...
read more
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