Birthday Greetings to Lydia

Happy Birthday Lydia!!!!! I found this lovely charming sentiment to share-

The SCA Birthday Song (aka Birthday Dirge, The Barbarian Birthday Song or the Viking Birthday Song)

Happy Birthday, wishes for joy, peace, prosperity and many gifts!

Hugs,
Mish

Another Dream

I was sitting outside in my grandmothers dirt yard (my fathers mother, the one who passed and who I regularly have talk to in my dreams even though we never had any relationship to speak of while she lived) I was waiting there for the men who were going to pimp my ride, no actually they were just installing new carpet and replacing assorted broken things on the Yukon, which apparently in my dreams I still own. They got there an inconsequential man and another man who was young and handsome and lighthaired. I greeted him and he immediately got to work ripping the old moldy carpet out and then, suddenly he was no longer working on the truck but a small room somewhere that I do not know. I watched him work diligently and as he worked I noticed that his eyes were teary and that as he worked he occassionally wiped a tear from his eye. I looked at him wanting to invite him to talk to me but at the same time really wanting him to get the job done. He looked up at me and I said, have you had a bad day? Then he walked over to me and we held eachother and he was warm and in my arms and it was strangely the a very unsexual thing. (Which might have been a little disappointing) As I am holding him I look across the dirt lot and I see about every single man I've ever been involved with in a camper together apparently they are taking a trip and when they see me holding young sad hired boy they start laughing their asses off and I have no idea why. I did not get the joke. When the crying boy finally spoke he said that his girlfriend left him for his friend, and my great consolation to him was to inform him that this did not mean that she liked him morer whatever that means. The end and those men never stopped laughing. Open for interpretation.

Do Something Amazing

Do Something Amazing

LOVE

Lastnight I layed my head upon his chest and enjoyed the warmth of him. I listened to the sound of his heart. I wish that I could always love him so easily and perfect. If it were not for that one minor flaw of mine (being human) We some times quarrel over little things, and he has no idea how much I love him. He very well may, I do tolerate him after all.

My favorite quote for today . . .

"...I hastened to the green nook, where we have a little cottage....We knew that beyond the border of our Eden men were making history by the sweat of their brows, but we little heeded these things. These things would pass away; here were lakes and woods and broad daisy-starred fields and sweet-breathed meadows, and they shall endure forever." Helen Keller

A detour on your path to enlightenment

I have acted on a whim, I have on occasion given in to urges. I have acted thougtlessly at times. Yet I cannot classify what has ruled my actions recently as any of these things. Lately it seems I have been acting on instinct, if that is the right word for it. I have made judgements and decisions based on essentially nothing but a feeling. Not a strong feeling, just a vague lingering sense of something.

philosophy holiday

philosophy holiday

The bitching post

It's that glorious time of the month again. The time when my otherwise mild mannered, life is beautiful I love everyone self gets the hell out of dodge and leaves Super bitch in her place. I'll begin by saying that my husband does plenty of beautiful things. He works at a job he hates to provide for our family. He rubs lotion on me occasionally and I can't think of what else at t he moment but that's because he's on my shit list. The point is I choose not to record these things. Maybe I am not sufficiently inspired by them, I don't know. I just don't.
Normally when we have a disagreement (also known as he one of his asshole episodes), we just both let it go and move on. For some reason I have this strange desire to torment him.
Last week I misplaced my keys, I convinced myself that I may have locked them in the car. I called Kelly to save me and ofcourse since I really needed him he just acted like an ass until my sister in law said to tell him never mind that she would bring me to pick up my spare. When I asked him if he was going to come he said something like, I don't really have a choice now do I. Buzz! Wrong answer buddy. Last two times that I locked my keys in my car which was several years ago I called pop a lock. Last two times he locked his keys in his car (while his car was rnning by the way) he called me and I said, I'll be right there. In fact I often bring him things that he has merely forgotten so that he won't have to come back home. Why because I'm an idiot. No I do it because a I love him. Lastweek I caught this killer stomache virus and I was so ill and tired and I didn't even get to take a nap. He got the same thing and laid in bed for 4 days then he promised he would help me with house (I guess that was my reward for no time off during an illness) Well he never did and the house is pretty bad and I'm having a hell of time catching up. I had Jennifer come over to help me for three hours and he freaked out because he didn't think that she did enough. I explained to him that she was busy the entire time she was here and that I was doing property management and that she would be over again on Sunday. Then he went on this tirade about how I suck at everything and that he could do what I do better and standing on his head. I believe he said that I do nothing but cook. Actually I left out a part, I had asked him to please not leave a big pile of recycling stuff on the counter because I have no counter space. Then he said that it is his house and he'll put whatever wherever then came the part where he said I'm inneffective, inept and all that. He said the only space he has in the house is his office. At some point he said that he was going to take some time off from work and that I needed to get a job. I said sure, then he said your some hot shot sales person lets see how much money you can make. Kelly is very jealous that he is not a sales person. I don't know anyone in their right mind that would actually want tobe in sales well other than the money. So I am very tempted to go to Kelly's Dad and see if he will pay for me to get my resl estate license so that I can make some money and shut Kelly the hell up. I swear I'm not going to just do nothing with it like I did with the loan officer thing. Bottom line, Kelly thinks I'm worthless cause I don't pay any bills and am a crappy house wife. He can make his own damn coffee at four in the morming , and serve his own stupid plate. I was thinking that I would use house work as an excuse to avoid him. I guess it's my fault, when he calls me and asks me what i'm doing I always say nothing. I guess I should say, well I just changed a really crappy diaper and now I'm scrubbing the tile. When I get off the phone with you I am going to write an e-book and give you all the money t o invest in real estate. I wrote JERK in the dust on his truck on the way to the trash can because I have a sense of humor.Then I calmly explained to him that the reason his ex-wife stayed up all hours of the night cleaning and organizing things was because that is what was required of her and that she really wasn't mental. ( I know I was lying but I was trying to torment him) Then I said that the reason she bitched so much was because that was the only way she could get him to do anything. I on the other hand don't bitch enough so he never does shit around here. I think I'm done now.