How I Spent the Morning of My 30th B-day

I spent my morning reading this book while waiting for my turn to get a mammo. The imaging center I went to was really nice and had more of a spa feel to it than a hospital. There were fountains in the lobby and I was given I nice robe to wear while in the waiting room outside the imaging rooms. I even had the option of tea and coffee with cookies to eat while I awaited my own private torture session. See the little stickers? Had to use those to mark parts. The people were actually really nice and all went well. It hurt- but I got a clean bill from the radiologist and advice to do monthly breast self-examines as well as follow up with my doctor.

As for the book- it is really good- and I suggest everyone pick up a copy and educate themselves on some of the realities of immigration to the U.S.

Sunday Morning Blues

Ok- so I don't really have the blues but I liked that title better than- Sunday Morning Smiling - or something perkier. Besides- I have a great song by the Kings of Leon called "Day Old Blues" (which reminds me of how I am feeling today)stuck in my head.

If you have ever heard it (if you haven't you should- it is on the album Aha Shake Heartbreak released 2/22/05) you know that it is mellow and blue-ish but also celebratory.

After all, having the blues can also bring catharsis.

by and by - check out my new blog for photos - there should be a link to the right.

Count Cosmos

This is my friend the Beta- in techno-color.

WIll and Destiny

I just finished writing a friend who returned not long ago from leading a group of 15 kids on a trip in Costa Rica. It was a difficult journey that ended with everyone sick in the airport on the way home. It has been almost a week and I think he is just now coming down from the adrenaline associated with being on 24/7 crisis mode.

I sit behind my laptop and imagine him now, at his van down by the river, living a life that most of us only dream of- rafting and exploring opportunities where his soul and powers that be take him- following his dreams and heart... wondering what is next as he looks at the waters of the American River with a journal and pen in hand, or maybe a fly rod and water up to his knees...

As I wrote to him I thought of a quote I recently read.

"The coincidences and themes that have repeated themselves throughout my experiences have given me faith that there exists a thread of destiny that runs through our lives. Sometimes it has been just the right person showing up at just the right time, or perhaps a specific incident that would guide me toward a certain decision or action, or the sudden appearance of financial help when it was most needed; these patterns convince me that life is inspired and driven by forces larger than our individual egos. At the same time I do believe will is a determinate force in shaping one's future. Both will and destiny court each other in an odd sort of dance, weaving synchronicities...that confirm one is headed in the right direction." -Renee Askins Shadow Mountain: A Memoir of Wolves, A Woman, and the Wild

I would add- or in the wrong direction.

And I wonder what role faith and hope have with destiny and will. Surely the first two feed the second two. When will becomes weak it can only feed off hope and faith.

Nathan, and many others in my life, reinforce my hope and faith which in turn cultivate my will to move forward with belief that there is a reason, a destiny, and a life with meaning.

As I sit behind my laptop outside in the evening breeze with crickets beckoning me into the fields- I think of Nathan and many others that I love. I send blessings their way...and yours.

Sunday Morning Excitement

I have a love for coffee that has grown since I was the tender age of 6 and sipping out of a styrofoam cup given to me by my father (per my request) after church one day. I have the distinct memory of the taste of that coffee. Somehow, even at six, I paralleled the experience with drinking Castrol 10w50.

Since then my taste buds have changed either due to actual development for the taste or because my body has developed an addiction. Either way, I woke up this morning with an excited enthusiastic drive to grind the whole Kenyan coffee beans, put them in the French press, and then experience the satisfaction of pouring hot water over the granules and adding my own vanilla flavoring to signify my disentanglement from the local coffee dealers.

"$3.50 a pop for a vanilla latte no more!" I thought as I put the tea kettle on the back burner and turned the knob to 'H' for high. In the process I moved a blue plastic ice tray from the burner where the tea kettle now sat to the one next door, and satisfied that I had saved the tray, I sat down to instant message duff while she dj-d from the other side of the continent.

It was long before I heard the pleasant burbling of water which spurred a quiet and happy anticipation..."Aw... soon I will have coffee..." but soon this was replaced with... "There is no steam emanating from the tea pot.." and I went to the stove to find this:



As you can see... it was melting and bubbling and began to smoke and spew. My sister jumped up, while I stood there saying, "Oh Crap! Oh Crap!" and immediately grabbed a spatula and scooped the pieces off the stove and into the sink before running to the fire alarm and unplugging it.

I began to strategically place fans throughout the apartment, open all the windows, and laugh uncontrollably. Beth was laughing too. We eventually did get our cups of vanilla flavored freshly ground and French-pressed coffee with cream... sadly, one ice cube tray had to die for the cause.

Demolition of McDonald Pass Disc Golf Course

My favorite local disc golf course is McDonald Pass. As you see from the link, it is, or WAS, the oldest course in the state of Montana. It is also one of the more beautiful courses I have ever played. In the spring there are still snow drifts to go along with the creek, marsh, tree, and barb wire fence hazards. One can stop and look at the variety of flora as they come alive after the winter abates and then watch the variety of wildflowers, birds, and wildlife that can be seen there in that seemingly cut off from the world folf course in the mountains as they change through summer, fall, and back into winter.

Rumors had been circulating that the course was going to be taken down even though it is one of the most popular disc golf courses in the state, the sight of the Continental Divide Tournament, and a place for people of all ages to come and spend time in a gorgeous Rocky Mountain environment. No specific reason has been given, that I know of, and we had all hoped that these rumors were just rumors.

Unfortunately, they are not. This evening, my sister went with one of our close friends to play a round of disc golf only to come back in a state of distress because it is being torn down. She said they couldn’t finish their game and they left in tears.

In a city, state, (heck) country that is facing problems with obesity, disconnect with nature, depression, teenage delinquency, and over all disconnect from one another and our natural environment; why the hell would you take down a disc golf course that offers a place of sanctuary for people from all different age, economic, and cultural backgrounds? Why take down a place that gives kids and adults something constructive to do outdoors that is cheap (free) and a good alternative to watching tv, doing drugs, or hanging out on street corners?

I find it ironic that on the same weekend the city of Helena is having anti-meth workshops with kids they are tearing down an environment necessary to keep kids and adults off meth, off the streets, and physically active.

On top of that, it is one more thing that makes this town appealing that is being destroyed.

A little bit about our road trip...

duff (no capitalization per her consistent request over the years) came up to Bozeman last week. I picked her up at the airport with her favorite Taco Johns awaiting her in the car. We ate the (by that time) mushy tacos in an inexpensive hotel room where we found ourselves chatting face to face, over the usual multi-colored bedspread, for the first time in six years.

The next morning we began an adventure we had looked forward to for weeks. We cruised through Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons stopping often enough for duff to fill 14 rolls of film and take over 700 digital shots (I took 3 rolls of color and one black and white). We saw elk, buffalo, moose, blue herons, and prairie dogs while chasing the tails of other tourists and praying that my muffler would hang on to the car over God only knew how many more pot holes on our pursuit to get as many stamps in our National Parks Passports as possible (thanks to duff for a new pass time!) and see as many awe inspiring sites as possible.

I think duff was surprised at how big the parks were as it became clear we could not fit all she wanted to do in our allotted time frame. Sadness ensued for just a few moments before a plan b or c was agreed upon (once over slightly crusty burgers served by a waiter who, we agreed, would be more attractive if he would shave the chops). Eventually a decision was made that she has to come back, several times, to see all she wants to see (my evil plan worked :).

Some successes:
-survived relatively remote camping spot with signs warning about hungry bears
-survived gigantic mosquitos that threatened to fly away with duff in tow
-built my first campfire (even though I brought greenish wood)
-utilized t-shirt in place of towel (towels are over rated) after showering at a less remote campsite (good idea duff) complete with running water

Some... ooops-s
-forgot said towels
-opened several drinks that managed to spray all over duff
-accidentally crunched duff's sunglasses inside the tent while rolling it up
-didn't get any phone numbers from the hot guys on motor bikes

When I eventually had to leave duff at the airport she was taking a bag of Taco Johns with her for the flight home and I was taking home a carload, a heartload, and a brainload of souvenirs. One of which was this:

Pieces of you that you have forgotten (or closed off) will be remembered when you spend time with those who know you as you were and as you are. Those close to you can shatter your crystalline illusions and leave you looking at the shards in awe.

Tea Party for Two

A friend stayed in our guest room with his four year old daughter this weekend. I came home from church to her smiling face Sunday afternoon. With her blue eyes batting she looked at me and said, "Please Charity! Can we have a tea party?"

At first, I held onto the adult self and explained I had to do dishes from the party the night before and change out of my church clothes... and... I stopped in midsentence. Those pretty blue eyes and cute face turned sad.

I couldn't stand that little sad face.

I found myself digging out my fancy teacups that a friend gave me a long long time ago after a trip he made to Japan. They were elegant and gold tipped but covered in dust. As I washed she stood beside me bouncing on her tiptoes with a towel in hand so she could gingerly dry each one. Her hair swished with her every excited move. Then she exclaimed "We need a teapot! Do you have a teapot?"

So we went teapot hunting and I found one with a dragon and peacock painted on the side. It was an early inheritance gift from my mother. For a moment I caught myself worrying about if it were to break and then I thought, "Think about what it would mean to you when you were her age." and "What the heck else are you going to use it for if not a tea party? Why else would this come into your hands if not to share it in this moment?" So I handed the teapot over to her and she craddled it with both hands as we walked down the stairs to bath it and fill it with iced tea that I had in the fridge.

She proudly set the tea glasses out with the mismatched teapot on the blue carpet in the living room and poured us each a cup. She politely and proudly served me as we sat on the floor (I was still in my long black skirt from church). She sipped for awhile and then said, "We need something to eat with our tea, Charity! What can we eat? We need lots of food for our tea party!"

We left our tea party on the carpet and went diggin again. We filled a crystal platter with Ritz crackers, cherries, M&Ms and veggies (I didn't have any cookies). I also found my sugar bowl and handed it to her with a spoon stating that some people like sugar in their tea.

After getting our spoils together we placed them on the floor with our tea cups and teapot and began nibbling and drinking. Smiling she added sugar to her tea- 3 spoonfulls- while saying, "I don't want to add too much..." and then she licked the spoon and insisted I need to try some sugar too.

In that moment I was faced with the "adult" voice again, "Oh no, she licked the spoon and now wants to spoon me sugar... should I tell her about the rules of etiquette?" and the response, "When did you get so fuddy duddy!? Who cares! Look at the smile on her face!"

I have never had a sweeter cup of tea. Nor do I remember a cooler tea party- not since the one I had when I was about her age. I remembered the back porch, the wooden picnic table whose paint is now almost worn off, and mom bringing us koolaid for us to fill our plastic teacups and sip sip sip until we were sunburnt and cherry-stached.

She and I sipped. We refilled the pot three times and let them sit out way into the evening... or, at least, I did. I let them lay around half filled with tea lines beginning to paint the sides and cherry seeds sticking to crystal... washing them meant the moment was gone and might not have happened. Washing them meant that the tea party was over...and I really didn't want that...

But eventually we washed them and now they sit gleaming and shining on my kitchen table. I don't want to put them away.

"L" memish sort of thing

So, once again, duff has begun a fun little word game... actually, she got it from osbasso- but hey- here I go...

This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation of what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.

Lefse- My great grandfather came over from Norway and we have a tradition of making lefse for Christmas every year. It is especially yummy with butter, sugar, and cinnamon.

Lutefisk- ewwwwwwww. Luckily we never had to this. Rather, we eat Torsk (otherwise known as poor man's crab)with lots o' butter.

Laundry- Somehow, even though my sister runs a load everyday, it is never done and I always end up folding it or finding loads left in the wash machine that smell of mold.

Ladyfingers- These are a very important part of one of my favorite deserts- Tiramisu.

Limes- Yum. Very necessary for my Gin and Tonics, Coronas, and my favorite Margaritas with Sausa tequilla. If I go to a bar that has those little tiny chinsy lime wedges I request to have 3 or more in my drink. Yeah, I am one of those...

Lightning Bugs- I miss stopping the car on back roads (that have been demolished by suburbia) of Missouri on a summer night to watch fields of them twinkle in the night.

Legos- We had a ton of these and while others made multi-dimensional castles I seemed to only be able to build a studio apartment... without the roof.

Libido- I am almost 30. Need I say anymore?

Ladybugs- I save them whenever I can. I firmly believe that not only are they great for getting rid of pesky aphids but they are also good luck.

Lance- My younger brother. He is the best L word of all.

Anyone want to play?

What Hope

What hope is this that brings no joy to the heart?

What longing is this that devours possibility and spits out its bones for fortune tellers to roll around in their bowls while they spew forth the imagined so that it may become reality?

Who knows me if I do not?
Who stands up for me when I can not?
Who holds my hand when mine is not enough?

Why should I live on the creation and memory of moments to satisfy needs that are not met?

These are the tools of a child, now tools of man and woman... tools utilized so, maybe for a moment, she can once again know what it is like for him to brush her hair and kiss her on the forehead before sleep, or so, he may know what it is like to want to brush her hair and kiss her on the forehead before curling up with her in his arms.

What love is this that brings such hope that even after it is gone it still lives?

Ducks and Free Stuff

Two (of many) cool things in the land of MSU- ducks and free stuff.

Free stuff first: There is a little wooden shelf area in the entry way of my apartment complex. It is meant to house the campus newspaper but often houses other objects. Most frequently it is a trash receptacle for junk mail and unwanted crap out of people's cars. However, when people move out it becomes the location for unwanted free stuff. So far I have seen...

an old dot matrix printer, cast iron candle holder, rolls of socks, some magazines, a funky Hawaiian poster (I was tempted to take that one), and some old ski boots

One of the reasons I did not take the poster is because I thought- is this really free stuff or is this part of the Geo game where you use GPS and GIS to locate certain places and take what is there but leave something for the next explorer? But- who would leave rolled up socks?

As for the ducks- they are an avenue into the mushy part of me. There is a whole flock of them that live by the pond on campus. What gets me is that there are two of them that wander around campus together. They are a couple who don't always stick with the rest of the crew. I have found them sleeping together near a sculpture by the art building. I cam across them walking on the sidewalk towards the main part of campus, hanging out by a little bridge... always together.

Everytime I see them I think of companionship that I have known. I look at them and think about how simplistic devotion can actually be if we would only let it.

Duality of Soul?

I just read "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" for a philosophy and religion course. I read it along time ago (in grade school perhaps) and it has done me good to read it in my current state of mind.

Which brings me to ask- do you believe we house good and evil? Do we have a dual nature? Are we merely societal constructs? Is soul a fabrication? Is the body? Is any of this real? Or is it all an illusion?

painted mangled metal sandwich

Either the people of Bozeman are out to kill me or I should take a warning from fate and stay off the roads for awhile.

Tuesday I was driving to the grocery store when the car in front of me slammed on its brakes and veered into the other lane leaving me to almost run over a large whicker cabinet that had fallen out of the back of somebody's truck. It was a good thing that I was taking it slow (Beth :) or I would have run it )and the guy that was running up to it to get it out of the road) over.

Wednesday I was driving to work and again the vehicle in front of me came to a hault in the middle of a highway with a speed limit of 65 mph. I was able to slow down and come to a stop all the while praying that the large trucks and SUVs behind me would not rear end me and make me into a Mini-van Legacy SUV sandwich. Turns out that someone had lost 3 rolls of carpet out of the back of their truck and into the highway... SMART!

Today, I am was on my way home from Michaels (where embarrassingly I had to ask them to hold my items because I left my wallet in my other purse) when I was almost side swiped by a huge black Suburban. It was a good thing I was paying attention and that there was no one in the turning lane because that bugger came within inches of me as I veered away from him. Once again, I could have been the center of a painted mangled metal sandwich.

So, if you read this- please send me some positive vibes, say some prayers, or simply speak with fate about the driving situation. Walking to work would take a long long long time...

bored

How is it that I am back at school, working, and ...bored...?

solidarity

I do love to travel.

Yet... I love to return home. There's something about sleeping in my own sheets and cooking in my own kitchen that seems so much more appealing after a jaunt away.

So it is, as I grow older, I find that traveling becomes not only about exploration and return home with a fresh look at the world and what it means in the broader picture socially and economically... I find it adds meaning and greater appreciation to my little home.

Procrastinating

I have a paper to write for tomorrow, a paper to write for Thursday, a speaker tonight and a short paper to write on that topic, a midterm to study for, and a bit of reading to do...all around my part time job and prior to spring break. Believe it or not, I am actually excited about all of it.

However, in this moment, I would rather share an article with you that my sister sent me and two that I have recently read.

If you have ever heard my story about a cow getting struck by lightning and making the front page of the Helena newspaper and had doubts- you won't after you read this article.

http://www.helenair.com/articles/2006/03/06/montana/a01030606_01.txt

There is nothing wrong with that at all. It is better than this article-

http://www.montana.edu/cpa/news/nwview.php?article=3456&pid=2

or this

http://www.montana.edu/cpa/news/nwview.php?article=3447&pid=2

I wish we lived in a world that had more stories like the first.

5 Strange Things About Me

So- duff-- roomie from college has tagged me again------>

Sadly, I don't know 5 people out here on blogger. I know 2. 1 is duff and the second is my buddy T-rav who doesn't play as his blog is dedicated to other priorities. Therefore- I will follow rule 1 and 2 but also post this on my myspace account and see if I can get friends there to play.

here are the rules:
1. thank the person that tagged you.
2. list 5 random/strange/weird things about you.
3. tag 5 other people

Gracias duff!

1. I have an aversion to chickens and roosters due to a 6 week stint in Eastern Africa (it's a long story).

2. I seem oddly attracted to men who wear glasses (a discovery that occurred last night while bar hopping with my friend Cassandra – we were picking out men in the bars we found attractive- a high percentage of my male selection wore glasses).

3. I was walking, talking, and potty trained by 11 mo. What is strange is that I potty trained myself. As soon as I started walking I just climbed on a full size toilet and went. What can I say? I am a take charge kind of gal.

4. I was in London on a 12 hour layover and attempted to make it to a tourist trap but ended up sleeping and hanging out in a random cemetery with my fellow travelers. I have photos.

5. My sister, brother, and I refuse to let go of the annual Easter Egg hunt or our very cool Christmas stalking stuffers (goofy toys and random fun stuff with occasional practical things thrown in) all courtesy of our mother. Every year she hides over 100 plastic Easter Eggs full of candy and pocket change then watches us as we tear through one another for the loot.

Note: I will be 30 this year.
Another note: Our significant others join in the mayhem.

My First Yoga Class

I went to my first Yoga class this evening. I had been signed up for it for a month so I thought I should go to it rather than the lecture at the museum on the history of slavery. I admit that I was torn (I was - I am not joking) and that I really wanted to do both but since technology has not yet developed a useful tool to permit simultaneous physical existence in two locations for very different reasons (video and webcam don't count) I went to Yoga.

At this moment my only regret is that I did not go sooner and that for the last year I have eaten too many burgers.

To end each class there is a five minute relaxation and quieting of the mind. I have not mastered this technique so rather than being blissfully quiet my mind was whispering, "You could become a vegetarian and... was that a dragon or a snake on the arm of that guy that was also having a problem getting into baby's pose?"

Reading...

"Night" by Elie Weisel

I picked up this book - Night by Elie Wiesel - this afternoon. I needed to read for reading sake. I needed to read without highlighting or writing in margins. I needed to be engulfed in another's life, another's words, another's passion. I needed to feel human for human's sake.

I read this book in one sitting. The tears are still running down my face.

Reason to Celebrate

Woo Hoo!

I got a part time job here in Bozo! 26 hours a week doing office support work. What does that mean? Filing, data entry, and other tasks as assigned. It works around my school schedule, my gym is on the way home, and now I have a reason to dress up four times a week- I am excited!

My Missing Nose

Ok... my nose is not missing... not yet.

However, I am afraid that I will wake up in the morning and it will be gone. In its place there will be a little yellow sticky note that says, "Sorry, I quit. Good luck!"

I won't be able to blame it for leaving. It is already sloughing off my face due to constant blowing, wiping, and sneezing. Even Puffs with lotion and constant application of face moisturizer fail to provide relief.

On top of the physical abuse to my nose I also insulted it on the way to meet friends for lunch today. I looked in the rearview mirror and told it that I was embarrassed to be seen in public with it in its red and flaky condition.

I am sure that if it could speak my nose would remind me that there are other things more embarrassing. It would remind me that Friday I took a drug test for a part time position at a local company and I had to pee in a cup and give it to a very attractive gentleman who is close to my age and finishing up his degree here on campus. Which means that I will probably run into him again and turn three shades of pink and then stammer all over myself like I did while he tried to make the whole process as funny and painless as possible.

If my nose could talk it would probably remind me of all kinds of ways I have made a fool of myself… and possibly tell others.

Not to mention it would look funny with a mouth. Which leads me to wonder, would a nose need a nose if it could speak?

.........................................Maybe I should lay off the M&Ms.

Funny How Life Works...

I felt horrible when I woke up this morning. The sore throat and head cold that has been trying to whoop my butt finally won. I slept through my first class and found myself curled in a ball in my bed with only my eyeballs showing from under the blanket. I tried to sleep more but found myself just staring at the wall.

I finally got up around noon, ate some cereal, and took a shower. I emailed my professor for my second class and told her I wasn't going to make it but as I lay on the couch I kept thinking about all our deep discussions that we have in that class and I just couldn't stay on the couch.

I got up, changed, and dressed in layers necessary to keep me warm in the single digits with wind chill in the negatives. I went to class. I am so glad I did (even though my breathe froze and created little icicles on my eyelashes on the way there and back)We had a great conversation about soul and ego, soul and story, soul and desire... everyone in the class spoke at least once and we often inspired one another.

I walked home with a smile hidden underneath my rainbow scarf thinking that even though I was still sick I was doing much better. The one thing I could use was some chocolate but I didn't have any energy to drive to a store. So, I decided to settle for the chocolate soy milk that was awaiting in my fridge. I checked my mail and to my surprise I had a package from my friends Holly, Monica, and Debbi in Helena.

Guess what- I opened it to find M&M's, sticky gooey rubber hearts(now plastered on my fridge and bathroom mirror) and socks that say "Love" on them along with a card that made me smile and feel loved.

After I indulged myself a bit I called my friend Matt back. He had called when I was in the shower earlier. He answered- singing my name- lol! We touched base for the first time in years. We talked and laughed for quite awhile until I had to let him go in order to work on a paper (party pooper, I know).

I finished the paper, emailed some friends, ran some errands, made a necklace for my grandmother's birthday present, bought some gifts for my aunts, and am now sitting here in comfy pants smiling.

Funny how life works...My day had started in the below par range but sky rocketed to one of the best of the week.

Thank God for my friends and family... and for the little things like chocolate and cough drops.

For Lou Gehrig Fans and Other Interested Parties

I received an email from a long lost college buddy whose constructive criticism can still be seen on several of my short stories and poems that are tucked away in folders here and there. She's a great writer who has always been a BIG fan of Lou Gehrig. So, I am not too surprised that she has a book coming out this month about him.

Obviously, I haven't read it yet but I am sure it will be a great!

Go Sara!

Another Saturday

I finished reading "The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down" by Anne Fadiman while doing laundry and cleaning. Now I need to write a paper, finish another book, write another paper, and then work on a study guide. Somewhere in there I want to go to the gym and I need to go to the grocery store...

Absolutely fascinating- huh? Yup. I agree. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

Of course, I can't stay that focused. So I occasionally I do other things like draw, look for part time jobs or check out horoscopes. Yeah- per yahoo horoscopes I am to allow an intense gaze from a new hottie to distract me from my career endeavors and also find a project that serves others while helping my "galvanizing intensity"...

Guess I need to get out of the apartment. I won't be meeting any "new hotties" in the laundry room and the only projects I have are cleaning, beading, and baking so... I better go activity scouting.

Watch out world here I come!

(note- I am not denying the fact that I am using the horoscope as an excuse to get out.)

Chinese New Year - a dream...

I woke this morning shocked to find myself in my little tiny twin bed. In fact, I had been dreaming so vividly that I truly thought I should be in another time and place.

I realized (upon waking) that I was a tiny Asian woman in my dream. I was having an important dinner and wanted to serve the best tea I had to celebrate. So, I pulled out an old antique tea set that was white with red dragons painted on it (note: I really own such a tea set and I was born in the year of the dragon).

As people came to the party they brought me more and more teapots with cups and we continued to fill them and fill the cups on the finely clothed tables for people to drink. At one point I was offered a box with 4 teapots inside. They were glazed in the brightest colors - red, blue, green, and yellow. The woman offering them to me asked if I would like to use one for the special occasion. I told her to have them all filled and I would share their splendor with everyone.

I was sipping tea and talking with friends when I was rudely ripped from my party by my alarm clock.

Now, of course, today is the Chinese New Year. Maybe, subconsciously, I had my New Year celebration while dreaming.

I like my friend, Enid's, interpretation better-

"I believe you have been given a blessing. You have many people giving you tea pots and staying to drink tea. You have many friends who enjoy your company and wish to spend time with you. You were given 4 teapots of the traditional colors for China. Representing not only earth, air, fire, and water but also the arrival at a destination along with a feeling of satisfaction. You were specifically asked if you wanted to just fill one pot and said.. 'fill them all'.. and then you shared with others. So, you are sharing these blessings. You can also look at it as confirmation that you have chosen correctly in some of your recent decisions."

The dream surely felt postive and wonderful- and, I am blessed with family and friends whom I love and whose company I enjoy.

It has been a Happy Chinese New Year- indeed!

Something Fun

So, duff has once again challenged me to a game- this time it is the alphabet game.

Here you go!

[A is for age:]
29

[B is for booze of choice]
Tequila- but I am limited to 1 shot or 2 margaritas because it gets me wild wild wild! I have been told my eyes change color after just one shot. So, Tanqueray gin and tonics do just fine.

[C is for career]
I don’t know if my generation really plans on having only one career. Currently, I am a career student.

[D is for your dog's name:]
Sigh… none at this time. Although I am indirectly an adopted parent for two cats- Tito and Joey as well as two dogs – Baxter and Tina.

[E is for essential items you use everyday:]
deodorant. toothpaste. toothbrush. computer. bed.

[F is for favorite song at the moment:]
favorite current song- “Six Days” by DJ Shadow

[G is for favorite games:]
scrabble, boggle, balderdash, catch phrase (thanks to Travis)

[H is for hometown:]
born: Helena

[I is for instruments you play:]
Piano- sort of… long time ago…

[J is for jam or jelly you like]
raspberry

[K is for kids?:]
Undecided. I am still working on getting my poo together. I would have to meet and fall in love with an amazing man. It’s possible.

[L is for last kiss?:]
My last kiss was the mini candy coated kind and I had it yesterday.

[M is for most admired trait:]
sense of humor, humility, and genuine passion and caring

[N is for name of your crush:]
I currently have 2 and neither can be named in this venue.

[O is for overnight hospital stays:]
none. *knocks wood*

[P is for phobias:]
claustrophobia, heights, and drowning

[Q is for quotes you like:]
“As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” Nelson Mandella

[R is for biggest regret:]
Any hurt I have caused those that I love.

[S is for sweets of your choice:]
caramel filled kisses washed down with a diet pepsi

[T is for time you wake up:]
after a cup of coffee

[U is for underwear:]
on guys- boxers or boxer briefs

[V is for vegetable you love:].
Artichokes and asparagus

[W is for worst habit:]
fretting about that which I can not control

[X is for x-rays you've had:]
teeth and a toe

[Y is for yummy food you make:]
tequila-lime chicken, chicken fajitas, homemade chili with a kick, killer tuna melt, rock’n cheese dip, and pretty much anything in the baking realm- brownies, cake, cookies, muffins- you name it.

[Z is for zodiac sign:]
scorpio and dragon

There you have it- some gory details about me.

A different kind of love machine...

I posted these same thoughts to my My Space account today. Can you forgive me this once for cheating?

You know what? We got it good. I got it good.

Friends, family, loved ones... heat, food, clothes...a roof overhead.

I saw something today that I have not seen before. Outside of the giant consumer conglomerate Wal Mart there sat a blue and green 70's van with a big sign that said, "Mobile Soup Kitchen." Around the van and in the snow there were several lawn chairs with people sitting in them. Their bags were here and there on the ground and their hands were wrapped around steaming cups.

I remembered a conversation I had yesterday as I drove by with my two bags of items- not all necessities- sitting in the seat beside me. A friend and I had left another consumer conglomerate, Target, and passed a gentleman sitting at the corner asking for money. We discussed our guilt and called ourselves names for each time we just drove by without giving. But we also talked about praying for them and the times we bought coffee or food for someone on a corner and they were either grateful or disdainful- even turning down the food or drink while stating that they wanted money.

This van presented me with a new look at the street corners of capitalism. Someone, perhaps like my friend and I, had decided not to drive by but instead drive to these folks and offer them a hot meal along with momentary companionship.

As I returned home I prayed. I asked God to bless each and everyone around that van and then thanked Him for everything He has given me in life.

And, I wondered, is there a mobile soup kitchen in Helena? Shouldn't every city have one? Couldn't churches and other community organizations band together to support one or two vans in each locale depending on its demographics?