 December
17, 2003
So look, I'm
all for trusting the process and tuning
into the gentle nudges of the Universe and
all, but lately, it has been an exercise
in futility for me to get to my journal!
It's not a Christmas thing because I'm not
really doing anything that is in any way
holiday related. I'm actually not
getting to THAT either! I've got
wrapping and cooking that needs to be done
and there it sits. I even have sugar
cookies baked that haven't been frosted
and are just sitting there getting stale.
(My kids don't know you can eat them
without frosting... or maybe it's that
they don't know you can eat them when
they're burned and the frosting isn't
covering the fact that they are burned...
regardless, there they sit.
I've done some
deep cleaning this week, scrubbing
bathrooms and the link, but I've got
surface stuff like the kids' room and
general straightening to do. Then
there are the 476 loads of laundry in my
bedroom waiting to be folded. I hate
digging in baskets for clothes to get the
kids out the door.
This Mercury
retrograde is kicking my ass. It
didn't officially start until today, but
the incoming energy was strong and things
have been out of whack for about a week.
I am losing every essential piece of paper
I need (Christmas receipts, car titles,
social security cards for the kids, things
like that). Things that I put on my
desk at 11pm are gone at 6am the next day.
Appointment times are different than what
I was told when they were scheduled, gifts
that were supposed to be sent out from the
company on the 15th are showing up as
scheduled for shipping on the 20th
(yikes!) and on and on. Important
phone numbers (the plumbers, the guy who
wanted to buy the truck) just evaporate
from the caller ID. (If you aren't
familiar with Mercury retrogrades either
from my babbling or from other sources,
click here.
Man, I'm
really getting sick of hearing my classic
rock abused on these TV commercials.
I started vomiting when I heard the sacred
"Whip It" by Devo suddenly desecrated as
the house frau mating call on Swiffer wet.
Then "Bend Me, Shape Me," by The American
Breed is used to sell an electric razor.
All in all, I've probably heard about 20
classic songs used to see dumb crap.
Did all of the music of the 70's and 80's
suddenly become public domain or are we in
the midst of wide-spread sell out?
Here are some
fun holiday links:
http://ww12.e-tractions.com/snowglobe/globe.htm
http://web.icq.com/shockwave/0,,4845,00.swf
And here is a fun link to something my
son, Joe, set up. It's an online
journal for Sling Blade (Carl Childers
from the movie).
http://www.livejournal.com/users/slingblade/
I
love to be entertained. Even just a
good giggle from something dumb is a joy
in my life.
I've been up to my ears in sick kiddies
this week. First was Dylan, who
actually came home sick last Wednesday,
dragged in to school on Monday and then
was out again yesterday. Delena and
Nathan were both sick yesterday as well.
It seems to be a minor cough and fever.
They were running around 101-103 off and
on. I tend to let the fever do its
job and kill the germs, but once it starts
climbing to 103 or so, I whip out the
Tylenol. Nathan's was down last
night when he went to bed and he's fine
this morning. Delena and Dylan are
both back in school as well.
All of that means that I am behind on
things like housecleaning and laundry and
sanity, so it would appear I should hoist
my generous ass out of this chair and get
busy.
Hope your holidays are shaping up joyously
and that life is treating you well.
Take care,
 Katrina |
