Mind and Matter

well I was about to call it bedtime for the kids, Then my husband called, he is at the coffee shop and there is a guy with a solar telescope and well, he couldn't let the kids pass up the oportunity to look at Jupiter and the moon. It's beautiful. We are having a good time. I am glad I pulled my sleepy ass out of the house for this. Some good ole' family time.

http://www.nypost.com/seven/09142008/postopinion/postopbooks/autisms_false_prophets_128960.htm

http://www.nypost.com/seven/09142008/postopinion/postopbooks/autisms_false_prophets_128960.htm

http://www.sciencebasedmedicine.org/?p=512

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/harvey-karp/cracking-the-autism-riddl_b_219160.html

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/editorial/bal-ed.vaccine01jun01,0,700489.story

For those of you who don't know her, you are missing out. My friend Nephi, you rock. You find awesome ways of doing things I never would. You my friend are a social ninja.

For a while anyway. Trying it out for a few months. I am currently sitting at the coffee shop sipping on a soy latte' . It only been two days so far but I can already feel my body getting better. I am overweight and low energy. I am trying to kick start my body into healthier living and feeling better. That and I need to quit smoking and don't want to be more over weight. so here I go. My goal is at least two months.

... with three partners. For somedays you may just be a little too crazy.  If not, one of them will be.

You are The Star

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised

The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Voltiare will be performing there!!!

YOU MUST GO SEE HIM~!!
Trust me he's worth it.

When...
Apr 16 2009 8:00P
 with THE SKELETAL ORCHESTRA @Warehouse LIVE   Houston

Apr 17 2009 8:00P
 with THE SKELETAL ORCHESTRA @Elysium     Austin, Texas

Apr 18 2009 8:00P
 with THE SKELETAL ORCHESTRA @Atomix   San Antonio, Texas

Apr 19 2009 8:00P
 with THE SKELETAL ORCHESTRA @The Church    Dallas, Texas

I applaud you and your skilz...
 

http://news.aol.com/article/zombie-road-signs-attack-austin-texas/322482

Oh yeah. It's cold, but in mass quantities can be so much fun.

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The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Acts of Service
with a secondary love language being
Physical Touch.

Complete set of results

Acts of Service:		9
Physical Touch:		8
Words of Affirmation:		7
Quality Time:		6
Receiving Gifts:		0

Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz

I woke up to this, this morning. YAY!

To see NIN tonight. My gf gifted me with two tickets for my birthday. Should be a good time ;)

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last Monday saamun and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In March I gave change to a homeless guy (19 points). In July I farted in an elevator (-6 points). In April I helped kalisto_entreri across the street (6 points). Last Thursday I broke miriams_well's X-Box (-12 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-43 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking! Sincerely, darkwingedfae

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oops... I mean Thanksgiving.

We had good food, still sick but the food helped. Turkey was done two hours before I thought it would be so the last of the  meal was made by my flying around the kitchen messing it up every turn. Now it looks like a pack of rabid wolves was in there tearing apart the place.  I meant to take a few pics of some of the "food of complete awesome-ness", (yes I am so humble I know). But By the time we got all the china out and everything on the table the kids  had been sitting  for over an hour (by choice, they knew it wasn't done yet). Although last night I did get a pic of one of my pies.



now my kids have just settled into bed, and I have settled with my cup of tea. The kitchen can wait till tomorrow. 

The wind is howling outside. It's cold and more than blustery. The wind chimes are ringing loud and the torrent is whistling even louder as it blows it's way around the building. All the kids are asleep, my husband too. We are sick so we aren't going to my family's house for Thanksgiving this year. I am up making pies for us tomorrow. The turkey is soaking in brine.

There is something comforting about making pies this night.  A seemingly magickal practice of the night before the feast. I think of my mother and all of the nights she spent up in the kitchen the night before a holiday. How wonderful to walk in her shoes. Delicately making pies for my children to feast eyes, stomachs, and hearts on in the day to come.  Eventhough I am sick today, I feel the warmth of this little act and the connection to my lineage.

The plaugue has hit my house. I am talking nasty nasty stuff. Sinuses, ears, lungs,  all stuffed up, throat sore, hacking nasty cough, body aches,  fever, fatigue.  My house is a sick ward. B and I feel miserable. Luckily the kids don't have it ... yet. Hopefully they won't. B got  it  a few days earlier than I did. I was hoping to avoid it.. but no.

UGH.

I am off to play laser tag with the kids for my godson's suprise birthday party. I haven't played since I was my son's age, this is gonna be fun.

We just got back from the park to thaw out a little bit before we head out. We are gearing up to go!

WEEEE!!!

I am so kicking some teenage butt. 

My book is starting to swallow my soul. After a good week of writer's block it came spewing forth. Taking turns I ahd no clue it was going to take. Now it has a life of it's own.  

My parking lot has been taken over.  The place is covered.  My car can't be there 10 minutes without being covered.

It is beautiful. Yet a little hard to walk out to in the pouring rain.

The air is crisp and wonderful. There is a hum to the season changing and the life preparing for the winter. The pulse is full of energy in preparation. I love it. This is my season.