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Raven: the last four days in review.

the last four days in review.

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Yesterday at 7:06pm

on hands and knees in rows of beans
in the morning sun
picking and eating,
looking out on rice lake,
sharing thoughts and ideas and moments of quiet
with beautiful company
and a smiley bean of a baby
perched in a laundry basket.

down country roads
through rolling hills
eating groundcherries
singing along with buddy and julie
with the windows down.

finding home
in a field
among strangers and friends.
music that moves me
inside and out.
sun soaked sweaty skin.
dirty toes.
no sense of time.

eating together.
sleeping together.
living together.
the stories and stresses and gifts and discoveries
that ooze out of such intimacy
and proximity.

full moon at night
fires and songs
and sweet irish cream.
blackouts
and wipeouts
and moments i wish i could undo
and millions more that i wound never change
even if i could.

journey home
through wild gardens
and secret streams.
blueberry tea in a funny shaped house.
honest conversation,
words that come from the belly
and the heart.
friends that make
even shitty days
worth waking up for.

deep breathes
and no breathes,
tired and sleepless
a jumble
of wakefulness
and wondering.

the fullness
of gratitude.
the richness
of living.
the gift that was just sitting there,
waiting.

pretty and smart

A friend shared this with me a few years ago.

then she shared it again.

and I needed it.

and probably you do to.

"Our deepest fear is NOT that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are the child of the creator.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are born to make manifest the glory of the creator that is within us.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone, and as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

drama queen

more on my thoughts lately is the play.

there's just 5 weeks till we open.

today though, I was celebrating the roomie's birthday with her family... 

one little cousin (I think she's 7) was asking me about my day job, so I told her about the drama club.... 

her response? 

"drama? drama? I'm falling in love with drama! it would take me one hundred.... no... seventy days to tell you about it!"

too funny.

lyrics to be heard

eyes look your last

arms take your last embrace

and lips, oh ye the doors of breath....

sealed with a righteous kiss... the rest is silence.

(for those of you who knew within moments of reading this where it's from... hush for a second and enjoy my oblivion)

So we've finished up learning all the songs for the second act.

And I'm blown away by some of the lyrics used in the songs.. there's some really beautiful stuff in there, and I'm afraid that most people will miss it just hearing it one time thru... I missed it hearing it on the sound track...

So while we were learning one of the pieces I was ready to melt down. (see the opening piece) The lyrics were stunning. The harmonies painfully lovely.

And I was losing it because it was a background piece in a play called Hair. Who would ever get to hear these incredible words? Who would ever feel the song?

I made it my mission to tell everyone about this amazing bit piece we'd learned, and convinced myself that it was my duty to share it with the world. seriously... If I've seen you in the past three weeks I'm sure I quoted it to you.

And if I did, thank you for being so gracious as to humour me and not humiliate me.

Last week I had some time... and some money. So, I did what came natural... I bought some movies.

It was while I was laying on the couch watching one of them that I realized what a putz I can be.

Did I absorb nothing in grade nine English class?

Romeo holds his dear Juliet's hand to his face, and whispering thru the tears utters

Eyes, look your last

arms take your last embrace

and lips oh you the doors of breath....

everybody everybody

new main page to be seen... if'n you know what I mean?

AND new fav quote...

"my parents room is out of town in my car, want to park-out?"

I'd go for it.

hear it?

The past three or four days have been increadible... in terms of one liners.
the only problem is... with my memory- I can't remember a blessed one of them.

but they made me laugh.

oh hai

I think one of the best things I’ve ever heard just happened. Ok, let’s make that TWO of the best things… ever.

First, a staff at the office told me I should probably start reading books by some woman, that she LOVES to read her stuff, “AND, she’s a psychic… but, you know.. a real one. On Montel and everything!”

Then, a manager came in and asked me the result of an assignment she’d given me yesterday. This was not the same manager who ended up coming in to help- it was one who likes to give additional work. I had not gotten a chance to do it, but I had some places I needed to stop by around town, so I told her I’d go do it and call her with the results. She seemed a little annoyed that it wasn’t done… I called her less than 10 mins later with the info.
Flash forward to a few hours later- I still need the results from her part of the assignment (it was the exact same assignment, just done in a different area… the area being right outside her office door). I give the manager a call and ask her what she’d found.
“um… I haven’t done it yet”

thank you

there are days when my job brings me jems like this one::

Diva* now 20-25 doll at begno and tracy loss at begno she is mad at the grils she is

milke funnny of the grils at begno**

(one of the young women that I support likes to send emails to update everyone on her life... she's a microblogger of sorts I suppose.)

*name change (of course)

** translation (just in case you're slow) "Diva won $25 at Bingo, and Tracy lost all her money. She is mad at all the girls, she is making fun of the other girls at bingo"
No Doubt.

the old grey mare

Ok, so out for my evening constitutional, and eventual run with BabyKate....

we run into a friend of hers, and someone I haven't seen in about... oh... 12 years.
friend of baby has been drinking quite heavily- and turns to baby and asks "is that your mom?"

I go home and pull grey hairs out for the rest of the evening.

Happy Canada Day!!!!!


and now, back to your regular scheduled blogging....
(ug. and work)

how many tags may apply to the past four days? (you're limited to 200 charachters... shoot)

tv

"honey, Tripp had a mental breakdown, and now he's a sausage... he's not in a better place"

best thing I've heard from the television machine in a long time.

999c

ok, I missed lots on the interwebs last weeek!

THIS

is something you need to watch!!!
it reminded me, my plants NEED to get into some dirt... and soon.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda... yadda yadda yadda.

I have baby worms! (yeah!) hopefully sometime soon, I'll have enough to actually make a dent on the compost! (side note... when I got the worms, I only got a 1/4 pound, big bin, few wormies, little eating going on still.... now, the pill bugs on the other hand.....)

Me and the Mac are making friends. I turned it on for the first time this evening.... have you ever turned on a Mac for the first time? All I could think was "my computer LIKES me!" ... if you've set one up... you know what I mean.
Hopefully I'll get it figured out enough to put it to use... uh... after I plant my little green babies.

ACTUAL quote from the dollarstore the other day (I hate the concept of the dollarstore, but my budget requires that I visit once in awhile)
(said by the woman loading her three LARGE reusable shopping bags)(in a really loud voice so everyone could hear)
"now, I know you're all mad I'm taking so long, but you all need to switch to reusable bags too... I CARE about my children... I CARE about their future and the environment!"

oh my goodness the irony of it all nearly killed me.. I pretended to have a coughing fit to cover my guffaws.

#987 (getting closer!)

At one point in time, I'd found a second to breathe and went to a sacred harp shapenote singing.
(check out this site for info)
Singing makes me breathless... not in the way where there's no way to breathe, but in the way that a harmony can knock the wind right out of me... I think I've talked about the "ache" before.

Resolutely Outmoded found this quote, and while I think it was more directed at the shapenote tradition, I think it is fantastic.

“Get enough people singing weird harmonies at the top of their voices and you
start feeling a little sorry for the devil.”
- Joe Dempsey, Washington City Paper

Where's Cosby?

You remember that TV show, where Cosby would sit those kids down and (humiliate) interview them? I'm pretty sure it was "Kids Say the Darnedest Things".
I help out with a youth group.
Not little kids.
Teens.

Last night we were talking about the Pregnancy Crisis Centre in town, We did a small fundraiser for it last week, and some of our kids took a tour and talked with the director.

G.I.Netty asked those kids to share with the others what it was that they learned...
Hyper Girl pipes up (for once paying attention to the conversation) (twirling her hair)
"We learned that we should practice procrastination."
Everyone looked at her a little dumbfounded... till a friend translated.
"I think you mean abstinence."

I know I said I wouldn't... but....

"this cheese... and Leonard..... I don't need anything more in life."

"please tell me you're not going to blog this?"

"uh... yeah."

holy-holey-wholey- hoo lee.

(note:: I wrote this yesterday... but I'm posting it today...)

Hoo Lee, the first Chinese restaurant that I ever ate in… that WASN’T a buffet… is closing.
Or, at least, someone told me that the other day… I should probably read the note on the door when I walk past it tomorrow.
But that’s not today’s topic.
NO!

It’s Shrove Tuesday… the beginning of Lent.
Pancake day.
I forgot to eat pancakes.
I ate a bowl of taco casserole instead.

At the office today we were talking about pancake Tuesday… “Harvey” was with us, and was running his usual stream of thought… it was then I remembered that I’d just read an archived post last week (while looking for slothfest info) about the last Shrove Tuesday we spent together. So, of course, I shared the story with them...

Tonight for work I went to church to eat pancakes.... (remind me when you see me
that I've given up all potatoes and their products for lent) walking out of the
church, JB turns to me and says (as per usual) "that was a big big portion eh?"
I went into auto response
"yes yes, it was big big" (because apparently
I was Jacob Two Two in a previous life?)
Then in a change from what should
have been next (that being: "a big honkin' portion")

"those were
Anglican sized pancakes"

what? Anglican's have their own sized pancakes?

I finished my story... and they turned and looked at me. First laughing, then deadly silent.

"are you blogging about us?"

quotable

also at work...

a discussion about Spain.

"now Spain.... that's the one like Mexico... but Spanish right?"

/me nods.

Ode to my Cold -Nyquil (profanity edited/removed)

well, my cold has nearly left the building... err.. body... Temple?
ug.

anyway, in honour of my dedication to NyQuil and it's coma-inducing qualities, NurseDude sent this my way, and I figured you'd all like it too.

Dennis Leary said this about Nyquil:

I don't do illegal drugs anymore. Now I just do the legal drugs. Tonight I'm on NyQuil and Sudafed. Let me tell you something, folks. Forget about cocaine and heroine. All you need is NyQuil and Sudafed. I'm telling you right now, I took the NyQuil five years ago. I just came out of the coma tonight before the show! Claus Von Bulow was standing over my bed going, "Denis, get up! There's something the matter with Sunny! Hurry up!" I love NyQuil. Man, I love it! I love it. I love it. I love it. It's the best thing stuff ever invented. Isn't it, huh? I love the name alone. NyQuil - Capitol N, small Y, big friggin Q! I love that friggin Q, don't you!? What a great advertising idea! Put a huge friggin Q on the box. They'll get high and stare at it. "The Q is talking to me! The Q is talking to me!"

I love NyQuil, man. Because NyQuil has never changed, man. It's never changed. All the other medicines are doing that inner-child thing. "we know that there's a small child inside of you, so now we have grape and cherry and orange flavor." Not NyQuil! They still have the original green death flavor! You know why!? Because it doesn't matter what it tastes like! It's so strong you go, "*wheeze* Hey this stuff really tastes like.." Bang! Yer in the coma already! "What happened?" "He said tastes like and he went right into the coma, it was unbelievable!" We have reached the point where the over the counter drugs are actually stronger than anything you can buy on the street. It says on the back of the NyQuil box, on the back of the box it says, "May cause drowsiness." It should say, "Don't make any friggin plans! Kiss your family and friends goodbye. Say hello to Klaus!" NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you! You giant friggin Q!

NyQuil is the secret for all you twelve step recovery program people. Yes, all you AA people, NyQuil is the key! It's the thirteenth step! You can drink it! It's over the counter! Drink as much as you want. "Are you drunk?" "No! I have a cold. Same cold I've had for two years. I just can't seem to shake it. I'm high as a kite and my teeth are green.

(giggle)

You might remember dining with some raccoons.... carpets smeared with old food, faint smell of urine and stale smoke.

tonight, the most beautiful of quotes.

The entire area is an ice field, I could have skated from my car to the door, a few meager piles of salt dot the stairs to the building. People brace themselves to help others in and out.
The craft lady steps out the door with hot coffee grinds. She looks at me and giggles... "you know, I'm of half a mind to use these on the stairs... you know, for traction" , then she pauses and in all seriousness says, "but I'm afraid it will get tracked in on the carpet".

I lose it laughing.


ps. It's Christmas at our house now.

get a day timer. Do it.

I got my union card today.
I finished my probation.
I guess they're keeping me.
Having never been part of a union, or... better said, having no clue what being in a union means, I'm looking forward to this. More so, now that I've got the paper work that tells me I'm in the same union as the LCBO (That's Liquor Control Board Ontario for you "out of province-ers").
Go figure!

I spent a chunk of the day today at work catching up on odds and ends. I figured I should fill out my attendance record (since I didn't start one last week) but kept drawing a blank whenever I thought about Thursday.

I kept staring at the calendar, checking my schedual on the computer.... nothing was jogging my memory.

An hour after work I was telling someone about the Titanic exhibit at the Science Centre, and the Omimax film that I'd seen.

I stopped short.

right... I went to the science centre on Thursday.

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You may remember the last bus trip I went on as a chaperone.... This time we had my old bus driver from high school... not Milford, the guy who replaced Milly.... Charles. He always gave me the creeps.
Where was I going with this?
Every time I go on one of these trips I hear some strange things come out of J.Mac's mouth. This time was no exception. I think it was something along the lines of "I try to stay away from things that I might get addicted to. I've never smoked a cigar. I don't drink. I don't golf".