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What dreams may come
So Cloverdew was kind enough to give me an invite to dreamwidth. Not sure what I am going to do with it but here I am. Same name as LJ so feel free to friend me
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You are The Moon
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.
The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.
What Tarot Card are You?
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Hogwarts Sorting Hat: Based on Myers-Briggs Personality Typing
You are a RAVENCLAW!As a Ravenclaw and as an NFP, you value imagination, ideas and intelligence. You are probably somewhat of an individualist and avoid conforming just for its own sake. You are insightful and perceptive, and since you are empathetic and value harmony, you usually try to avoid conflict. Of course, you may enjoy participating in heated debates, but only as long as they remain on an intellectual level and not a personal level. In general, you are open-minded and curious, and set high standards for yourself.
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A blurb from my friends blog
This is my friend C's blog from myspace. It gave me such a tickle that I thought I would share with her permission. This should give you an idea of what life is like with her when we go out. Never a dull moment
Friday, April 06, 2007
I think I want a Hula-Hoop....
Current mood: silly
Category: Life
"Step into my world with me. It's fun and filled with shiney things. A new adventure at every turn." Tell me again why I listen to my inner-child....
So, I'm cruising around town looking for something to get my Mom for Easter. Durham, like many other places, has NO places to shop after 10 pm except...yep, you guessed it, the world famous, Wal-Fart.
After roaming aimlessly for what seemed an enternity, I decided to browse the jewelry section for a few. My mom like sparkely things...it's a perfect idea! Don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.
Now, as I approach I see this kid. He's standing alone beside a huge box of hula-hoops. He's marveling at them. Shiney plastic fun in the form of a circle. What's not to love? He carefully chooses one and begins to give it a try. OK, so me being the coach I am, I notice that his technique is all wrong. He's trying to spin in a circle along with the hula-hoop. I'm wondering what his parents have been teaching him or, at the very least, what they were high on when he was conceived. I mean it's a hula-hoop for Christ's sake...not rocket science.
So, I try to refocus on the task at hand, as I've never been great at multi-tasking, but this kid is killing me. I casually look around...see no one that could possibly be his parent, so I say..."Don't spin with the hula-hoop, you just have to make circles with your hips like this (wiggles hips)." To which he replies, "I have done this before, you know, when I was a kid." I chuckle (to myself) because he can't be more than 8. Here's where things start getting fuzzy. I hear this voice, small at first, then gradually growing louder...I try to ignore it, but it's pleading with me. "Come on, Christy, show him." The notorious inner-child.
I looked around...making sure to not embarrass myself in front of any potential suitors...and cooly stepped over to the box. I said "I wonder if I can still hula-hoop" in the coolest voice I could manage. This kid looks at me and says..."I think you are going need the big one" (referring to the larger size hoop). God I love kids. So honest. But I giggled inspite of his reference to the hula-hoop size thinking, I sure could use a big one...but that's the topic of another blog...LOL.
I carefully and thoughtfully chose my hula-hoop...as the inner-child howls inside, "The Pink one, the pink one!!!" I appease her and go with the LARGE pink hula-hoop. I step into it and immediately am returned to my granny's front yard...I'm 7 and hula-hooping is my life. I place the hoop to my waist...the inner child screams "HERE...WE...GO!" I gave the hoop a twirl...wiggled alittle...and the hoop dropped to the floor. I was dumbfounded...the kid laughed at me...some fat lady that could have worn the hula-hoop as a freakin belt scowled at me and there I stood...a 30-year old woman who can't hula-hoop.
I was determined at that point. After all, I thought it was like riding a bike, once you learn, you never forget. Anywho...the second try was more successful and by the third time, I looked like a pro. Meanwhile...back at the ranch...the kid's dad comes up unannouced. I was like..."Omm, yeah, we were just hula-hooping." He says something to his kid, looks at me, laughs, and the pair walked away.
I'm not the kind of gal that cares too much what people think of me, so I gather my items to purchase and start strutting through the store. I was so pleased with myself, still being able to work it out where the hula-hoop was concerned...but wait...
In a flash I felt the dreaded pinch...the pain! Yes people...I threw out my back working the hula-hoop.
It sucks to get old!
Until next time...
Smooches!
Friday, April 06, 2007
I think I want a Hula-Hoop....
Current mood: silly
Category: Life
"Step into my world with me. It's fun and filled with shiney things. A new adventure at every turn." Tell me again why I listen to my inner-child....
So, I'm cruising around town looking for something to get my Mom for Easter. Durham, like many other places, has NO places to shop after 10 pm except...yep, you guessed it, the world famous, Wal-Fart.
After roaming aimlessly for what seemed an enternity, I decided to browse the jewelry section for a few. My mom like sparkely things...it's a perfect idea! Don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.
Now, as I approach I see this kid. He's standing alone beside a huge box of hula-hoops. He's marveling at them. Shiney plastic fun in the form of a circle. What's not to love? He carefully chooses one and begins to give it a try. OK, so me being the coach I am, I notice that his technique is all wrong. He's trying to spin in a circle along with the hula-hoop. I'm wondering what his parents have been teaching him or, at the very least, what they were high on when he was conceived. I mean it's a hula-hoop for Christ's sake...not rocket science.
So, I try to refocus on the task at hand, as I've never been great at multi-tasking, but this kid is killing me. I casually look around...see no one that could possibly be his parent, so I say..."Don't spin with the hula-hoop, you just have to make circles with your hips like this (wiggles hips)." To which he replies, "I have done this before, you know, when I was a kid." I chuckle (to myself) because he can't be more than 8. Here's where things start getting fuzzy. I hear this voice, small at first, then gradually growing louder...I try to ignore it, but it's pleading with me. "Come on, Christy, show him." The notorious inner-child.
I looked around...making sure to not embarrass myself in front of any potential suitors...and cooly stepped over to the box. I said "I wonder if I can still hula-hoop" in the coolest voice I could manage. This kid looks at me and says..."I think you are going need the big one" (referring to the larger size hoop). God I love kids. So honest. But I giggled inspite of his reference to the hula-hoop size thinking, I sure could use a big one...but that's the topic of another blog...LOL.
I carefully and thoughtfully chose my hula-hoop...as the inner-child howls inside, "The Pink one, the pink one!!!" I appease her and go with the LARGE pink hula-hoop. I step into it and immediately am returned to my granny's front yard...I'm 7 and hula-hooping is my life. I place the hoop to my waist...the inner child screams "HERE...WE...GO!" I gave the hoop a twirl...wiggled alittle...and the hoop dropped to the floor. I was dumbfounded...the kid laughed at me...some fat lady that could have worn the hula-hoop as a freakin belt scowled at me and there I stood...a 30-year old woman who can't hula-hoop.
I was determined at that point. After all, I thought it was like riding a bike, once you learn, you never forget. Anywho...the second try was more successful and by the third time, I looked like a pro. Meanwhile...back at the ranch...the kid's dad comes up unannouced. I was like..."Omm, yeah, we were just hula-hooping." He says something to his kid, looks at me, laughs, and the pair walked away.
I'm not the kind of gal that cares too much what people think of me, so I gather my items to purchase and start strutting through the store. I was so pleased with myself, still being able to work it out where the hula-hoop was concerned...but wait...
In a flash I felt the dreaded pinch...the pain! Yes people...I threw out my back working the hula-hoop.
It sucks to get old!
Until next time...
Smooches!
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Dear Flist,
Hello. I am participating in WalkAmerica because I believe in the March of Dimes mission to save babies. Please support my fundraising efforts by sponsoring me in WalkAmerica today.
Contributing to my walk online is fast, easy and secure. You can donate directly from my personal webpage with a credit/debit card or PayPal. If you prefer, I can also accept cash or check. Just click the appropriate box on my webpage.
The money we raise helps save premature and sick babies. Premature birth is the #1 cause of newborn death and the biggest threat to babies’ health today, and through WalkAmerica, the March of Dimes is funding important research to find out why premature birth happens and what can be done to prevent it.
I’ve joined with millions of compassionate people across the country who support WalkAmerica each year. Won’t you please help me in this worthy cause? Visit my webpage and sponsor me in the walk that saves babies!
With your support, there’s hope.
My personal web page address for donations is....
http://www.walkamerica.org/SaraPhillips
Would you like to see what WalkAmerica is and why I’m walking?
Click the link to see the video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVghSy-Cens
The March of Dimes mission is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.
Hello. I am participating in WalkAmerica because I believe in the March of Dimes mission to save babies. Please support my fundraising efforts by sponsoring me in WalkAmerica today.
Contributing to my walk online is fast, easy and secure. You can donate directly from my personal webpage with a credit/debit card or PayPal. If you prefer, I can also accept cash or check. Just click the appropriate box on my webpage.
The money we raise helps save premature and sick babies. Premature birth is the #1 cause of newborn death and the biggest threat to babies’ health today, and through WalkAmerica, the March of Dimes is funding important research to find out why premature birth happens and what can be done to prevent it.
I’ve joined with millions of compassionate people across the country who support WalkAmerica each year. Won’t you please help me in this worthy cause? Visit my webpage and sponsor me in the walk that saves babies!
With your support, there’s hope.
My personal web page address for donations is....
http://www.walkamerica.org/SaraPhillips
Would you like to see what WalkAmerica is and why I’m walking?
Click the link to see the video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVghSy-Cens
The March of Dimes mission is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.
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 You're a true adventurer. You constantly find yourself drawn to new experiences, people, and places. Sometimes you feel quite scattered and bored. If something exciting isn't going on, you feel a bit lost. |
