Friday, October 31, 2008
If there was ever a Mickey Mouse groupie, it's Angelina. When he comes on the tv she starts squealing like a girl at a teen heartthrob's concert.
Unfortunately, as much as Angie loves Mikey Mouse, she does not like dressing up like him. I tried... several times... to no avail.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
I've been in a perpetual state of fear since we got here. His father and stepmother's house is beautiful, but it's tile throughout and has four levels. Lots of steps. Angelina loves to climb them and thinks she can walk down them like we do, one step right after the other. Enough to give me heart failure. As a parent I don't think you realize just how childproof your house has become until you visit other people who don't have small children running around. Only one thing has been broken so far, thank goodness.
Zia, Ralph and Laura (not pronounced the usual way, but in a wonderful lilting way... Lau... ra) were just as great as I knew they'd be. They were all very good to me, and Angie, from a distance last year, and even better in person. Laura is a lovely young lady of 16 (17 next month note to self: don't forget). Pretty, involved in sports and you can tell she's Ralph's heart. People like this make me almost wish we had more family around us in Phoenix. Just good good people. Nona was also sweet, but I felt badly that I couldn't really talk to her.
Nono, Lenny's father, gave all three of us haircuts. My heart almost stopped when I saw a 2" curl drop to the cloth around my shoulders. It looks nice. I shall not panic. Ok, maybe a little, but I won't dwell on it. Ok... maybe a little... but it's only hair... I think I was ok, for the most part, until he took the clippers to the back of my neck. I should have known I'm worry, so it's not his fault at all. Welcome to my neurosis.
Anywhoo... we took Angie down to the beach today. I took at least sixty pictures I'd guesstimate. She loved it! We took her shoes and socks off and she wandered around, yelling at the seagulls, digging her toes into the sand, throwing the sand around with her hands, tasting it, just to be sure it didn't taste good and crying when the surf came up to bathe her toes in cold, frothy water. Lenny took some videos. We had a really nice time. I got some awesome pictures. I'd post some, but I don't have the right cable to hook the camera up to my laptop.
All in all, we're having a nice time in Florida. The weather has been overcast and rainy, which for most anyone else would be a bummer, but for us is a nice change from hot and sunny. We miss the rain.
Monday, October 20, 2008
As I worry today about a woman whom I’ve never met, this quote seems appropriate…
What I’m looking for is a blessing that’s not in disguise. – Kitty O’Neill Collins
May God or the Universe or Good Karma or whatever you believe in bring you, and yours, peace and happiness today.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
One day last week Elizabeth and I were in a class all morning, along with virtually everyone else in our division local to Tempe. When we returned three hours later I noticed that my chair was covered in white specs. I have an embarrassing dandruff problem, so that was my first thought although there really was a lot of it. I went to brush it off and it actually hurt my hand. The white specs were salt, I'd guesstimate about a teaspoonful or more.
I called Elizabeth over and she looked as puzzled as I was. I also think she thought I was just a little bit nuts. I told her that I hadn't eaten anything salty in I don't know how long, and even if I had nothing would have left salt like that all over the seat of my chair. Oddly enough the first thing that crossed my mind was witchcraft. When I mentioned this to Elizabeth I think she thought I was even crazier.
I admit to a certain amount of craziness, it adds to my charm. *wink*
Anyway, she went back to her own chair and immediately called me over to her desk. Sure enough her chair was also heavily sprinkled with salt. I admit that my first reaction was relief. Being harassed at work is so much easier to bear when you're not the only victim.
We checked around and no one else had been a-salt-ed (don't you just love it?!). Pretty crazy huh?
I called my Wiccan friend and asked her what she thought. She told me that salt was used as a purifying agent, something you'd use to cleanse an area prior to casting a spell. Or used to dispel negative energy.
So our final conclusion was that either someone was trying to dispel our negative energy, or that someone thinks we're slugs and would melt on contact. Really, what other message could they be trying to convey? Had it been a not so subtle jab about my dandruff problem, they'd not have included Elizabeth who isn't similarly afflicted.
This is where my old friend irony drops in.
Two days after the a-salt, Elizabeth had a belt shred in her car on her way home, causing her to loser her power steering and scaring the heck out of her.
In my case, I've had two car accidents this week. On Wednesday I ran over a metal plate in a construction zone that flipped up, damaged my car and shredded my tire and Friday morning I was rear-ended on the way to work. I'm fine, no worries. The car wasn't badly damaged and the guy's insurance will cover the repairs.
Here's the fun part. I know enough about magic and karma to know two important things... First, if you expel negative energy to cast a dark spell part of that energy will be returned to you in kind. Karma is a bitch - what comes around goes around. Secondly, for witchcraft to truly affect you, you have to believe in it. Elizabeth doesn't believe, so she's safe enough. I believe, actually, but I'm also confident in the the resulting backlash.
So, if there was witchcraft involved, the witch will be having car troubles soon and I will get a small, perhaps not so secret, delight in seeing that happen.
Really, it's just too funny. :)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
No pressure, eh?
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Anyway, I was innocently sitting on the floor while she pushed her toy wagon around. After a bit of a struggle, she got the wagon turned around and headed right for me. She ran right into me and I said "Uuuhh!" and fell over. So as any concerned citizen would, she came around to check on her victim, but then she laughed, swooped down, grabbed the glasses off my face and ran off. Little brat!
So I am the victim of a hit and run/mugging! My own daughter! I told my husband about it and he suggested that she learned this behavior from watching tv. He may have a point... I blame Mickey Mouse.