It is the Evolution of Life
Again, the stars. They’re all gathering nicely. When we had a trampoline I loved lying on it at night and watching the stars and sleeping there. I should get a trampoline. Someone please, get me a trampoline.
Glad we had this talk.
Weekend was super relaxed and was just what I needed actually. Pep talks left and right and I appeciated it. I truly do have an amazing circle of friends. All honest and forthcoming and selfless and hilarious. Lovely. You bunch of sluts I just adore you.
Also, this helps any sort of stress melt away…
Made lackluster orange sesame chicken last night…sigh. The Internet totally failed me on that one. Oh sure I crowded the pan and may have mis-measured the corn starch but otherwise I cannot take blame for that debacle. Bland-ville.
I still have blog re-brand plans. I was offline for two whole days last week without even knowing…seemed my hosting plan just straight done expired on little ol’ me. I just want the interface somewhat simplier, you’re going to get more but also less. If that makes any sense at all…
Enough about me, how are you?
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Seventy-Two
As in my dad would be today…
I wished him a happy birthday upon realizing this, upon a commute actually and when I switched the radio station soon after a song came on that made me smile. It was a charmed little moment and solidified that he is always with me. Even when he doesn’t ‘feel’ to be. And then I opened a box of hummingbird add-on’s and swooned a bit again.
Thanks universe. Christinka needed that.
Happy birthday Dad, not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were still here.
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Fun 13′s
Numbers typically hurt for me, more of a wordie to be honest. During my squinty-still-in-bed-one-eye- open morning perusal of my emails I read the following from a subscription of mine. It’s called Peaceful Daily and is chock full of positive and interesting goodness right to my inbox.
Once again this week it’s like the universe is reading the Christinka brainwaves. See?
Today’s Numerology 3.13.13.
This is your day to change your life!
It’s a 13 Universal Day in the 13th year of the millennium on the 13th day of the month. Three 13s! Holy triple transformation! When we experience this number, it reminds you that you need to weed your spiritual garden of everything in your life that’s holding you back. Change can be scary, especially when you are letting go of something (or someone) familiar and secure. It’s time for you to live bigger! You are outgrowing so many aspects of yourself and your life that are no longer a vibrational match for you. Have courage. Reach for the stars. Keep your vision of where you are heading, who you are becoming, and the life you are meant to live – and don’t look back! Keep believing in yourself and take a chance on living your dreams. I promise you, it’s exhilarating. Now go for it!
On a somewhat related and then again possible totally unrelated note, we were having a talk and he said he doesn’t look in his rearview mirror, what is in the past stays there. Which got me thinking of all that time I mentally spend going over what happened with the other him and the other other him. What a waste of fuel.
Joining forces once again with the life coach. Pumped.
<3′s
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Top of the O’Possum to You
Lola dragged me out barking and sniffing yesterday morning at 3 a.m. to seemingly walk in circles. She then took great interest in the right hand side patio…
Hello new friend! Hello sudden worry about vicious attacks on the Beagle and/or meowies maulings! Communicable diseases? Let’s hope not. In fact I think we are quite safe. Lola was almost snout to snout with the little fella and there wasn’t an utter of impending violence. Not a growl or a hiss or whatever audible warning signal these guys typically omit. A casual look over followed by a solid nosh on a stale PB cookie left there for the squirrels and chippers.
Come for the cookies, stay for the carb induced nap. Nature is adorable.
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Limbo
Oh universe, you are so my rock sometimes. Secret Scrolls to be exact…
“Sometimes the new path may not be easy, but you can be absolutely certain that there is magnificance for you on the new path. ”
Source: WEHEARTIT
It’s not the end of the world for certain but it’s a little monumental. Comfort and fear, a nice bitter mix ruled for a while didn’t it and here we are. Plus, I so wouldn’t be me without a midlife crisis every couple of years right?
Exactly.
So, now to begin.
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Awake
Not one but two people saw this and thought of me.
I will take this as a compliment. It could be because of my inability to control what I spout or possibly the volume of such things. My footsteps, forward mostly, stumble-y always, are not exactly graceful.
And that’s okay. With me and you and whoever else floats around our goodness right?
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You’re Pretty
Lola and I enjoyed our little crisp morning jaunt together.
As pretty as this is…it’s got to stop. I’m hardcore bonding with the bobcat and it’s a little tiring. Also my face is so dry and owie. But otherwise, what a beaut!
Beagle cam.
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Adult Womanhood
Reminds me of summer. I miss you summer. Could be all the plowing as of late, kinda frigid and noisy in the cab of the Bobcat. Just the sheer amount of snow, and it being so warm meant that plowing takes twice as long. Little baby plows. Then again, maybe all this non-poetic waxing could be my never ending love of those bow sandals. Soon it will be spring and it will smell like dirt and slowly the world becomes green again. I can’t wait. Maybe tomorrow I will shine up those sandals.
This must be all the estrogen talking. I’m chock full o’hormones right now. Which means I get super excited about my latest purchase…a fish shaped bowl…
Been lusting after this fella for a while, big plans kids. Arrangements, centerpieces, fish rearing. Or maybe even a new home for a turtle or succulents or everything at once.
Hey! Thanks Homesense!
You just gotta put all those wants and lusts out there in to the great expanse of the universe darlings and it shall materialize. If it’s meant to be of course, sometimes things cannot happen or will not happen because it’s just not in your stars. And that’s okay. Because if you turn around a year from now you will be glad perhaps some of these idealistic wants didn’t occur as you are now in the love with another bright star.
Or something. As I said, it’s all Pablo Neruda and Estrogen here kids…
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IO (UGH)
Listen I have tons of amazing stuff(crap) I have been working on ready to go except WordPress and I aren’t friends and I can’t upload any new media and I have no idea why. I am hormonal and pissed off at this stupid tech crap and no matter how much I code or update or whatever…nothing. Nothing but a sorry about your luck Currybomb and IO error dismissals.
So there.
Two hours of frustration and this is the blog post you get for it. This, this current post, is my most fruitful accomplishment of this evening. And how stupidly sad is that? I can think of exactly 8000 other ways I could have had a better Wednesday. Step one, throw all technology out the window. Step two, curl up in front of the fire with the Beagle. Step three, start drinking.
Tomorrow will be better.
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It`s All Very Charmed
I treated myself to a rather elaborate dinner considering I have been drooling over this recipe for ages and ages. Smoky sweet potato burgers with avocado and maple cream. I didn’t roast the garlic, I just wasn’t it to it with a migraine so I cheated a little. No buns either hence the two pieces of sourdough bread and after bite one I was in absolute heaven.
Love you dinner!
Shopping exhausts me. So does sinus pressure thanks to the impending winter storm. My weather app is a flurry of red alerts and flags and impending weather related doom and I’ve been around long enough to just shrug and c’est la vie my little kittens. Don’t worry about it until it’s here, often it does not arrive. And if it does…hooray for slow and leisurely driving! I put the old girl in to 4×4, I get the seat warmer on high and I get there when you get there.
In it`s own little way, it`s very charmed.