Be free-floating, allowing the situation to surround you, and be in it. Take in the full surroundings, including the temperature of the water.
This may bring incredible clarity, presence and focus. This is what is means to be a jellyfish.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Music Monday! Who Can It Be Now?

I was in the kitchen the other day, cooking something I can't remember, when I noticed this little guy spying on me.
Who can it be, knocking at my window?
Like he was trying to figure out a way to get in, he stayed there for quite a while. As often happens, 80's songs pop in my head in certain situations, and this was no exception.

Now, I like lizards. It wasn't that I didn't want him to come in really, it was just that he was there, peeking in at me rather suspiciously. Almost creepy.....

I feed the lizards out back, but the ones out front are not as friendly. They run off quckly and do not let us get very close. But I do enjoy seeing them just the same.

However, I can't say we say the same thing about human visitors. In fact, hubby hates having visitors. Several times last week he uttered; 

"I just want to be left the *&$% alone!" 
(edited to not expose you to his use of colorful language that he uses quite regularly).

He does not like surprise visitors, and lately doesn't even like planned visitors. He likes his pivacy. Understandable in our small aparment. There really is nowhere to run and hide. And the older I get (or just the more he rubs off on me), the more I can understand the uncomfortable feeling one gets when there is a knock on the door unexpectedly.

This song was inspired by bill collectors hounding Colin Hay prior to his success, and we can certainly relate to that too. We are still paying off renovations to our home, at the same time gearing up for finishing some unfinished projects we will have to figure out how to pay for. 

I believe we all go through  a 'leave me the *&$% alone' phase at one time or another. That is part of the reason this song was a hit. And sticks in our heads. And creeps in our minds when there is a knock at the door you weren't expecting, or some little critter is stalking you at your kitchen window.

Best off if you hang outside

Don't come in, I'll only run and hide....

Sunday, August 28, 2016

My Sunday Wog Fall and Good Samaritans

I got to sleep in a little today, a nice Sunday, perfect for staying in bed a little long, just because. I got up a little after 7am, but I was feeling very guilty about not getting up earlier to go for a run/walk, or Wog (walk/jog) as I now like to call it. I was a little groggy, but got on my running gear, decided that coffee after the run would be better than before the run, got my Tom Tom Runner searching for a satellite, and turned the ipod on and headed out. 

Photo By Charlesjsharp - Own work,
from Sharp Photography, sharpphotography, CC BY-SA 4.0,  
The 'Go!' beep went off on the Tom Tom , so I started walking. Got on the road and I heard this banging on metal. Strange, but then I saw the culprit. A woodpecker, probably the one I saw in the Almond tree yesterday, was searching for food in the gutters. Cool.

I decided to start to run, and after a little trouble getting going with all the thoughts going on in my head - the questioning of the run, the little bit of soreness as my muscles warmed up, the wonder of it all that I was actually running a mere 20 minutes after I got out of bed, etc. - I eventually got in a 'zone'. The music was good, it wasn't unbearably hot, and I was just running along. I forgot all the reasons I was questioning this run, I was tuned in to the music and the breathing and the pace, and I felt pretty good. 

Ironically, Skinned came on the ipod, and I was totally in the 'Running Zone' (I only made it to #3 on that list as it turned out....)

I waved to other runners, enjoying all the views and smells of beautiful flowers, plugging along. Suddenly, I was falling! I was headed down, and then I was rolling. The music suddenly stopped. I didn't quite know what was happening! 

By the time I realized I had fallen right off the road, the edge of the road dropped about 3 inches to the shoulder, I was on my right side, ipod in the dirt. I looked down at my left knee and saw the blood. I was a bit stunned, but righted myself and got the ipod, all the while actually cussing out loud that I actually wiped out and fell OFF the road! 

As I was getting my bearings, I noticed there is a car stopped next to me and I hear:
 'Are you all right, Miss?'
My first thought was:
 'Damn, how embarrassing, they probably saw the whole thing!'
Then I realised:
 'It must have looked pretty bad if they actually stopped to check on me!'
Then thought:
M. Scott Byers
 'Wow, they actually stopped to check on me, that is so nice!'

I was fine, and I told them so. I just skinned my knee good, and I told them that too. I also added:
 'Hey, thanks for stopping to see if I was okay'.

Because, really, it was nice that they stopped in the middle of the road to see if I was hurt. Who does that anymore, these days? It was so nice to see that these kids (well they weren't really kids, but probably in their twenties) were nice enough to stop and ask if I was okay, and be there if I needed help. 

I tried to keep running because really I didn't feel hurt. I ran on for a little while, but when I saw that blood had dripped all the way to my ankle, I wiped it and decided I best turn around and go home to get cleaned up. No one wants to see a bloody Wogger. 

When I got home, I realized I was missing more skin than I had originally thought. That really didn't bother me. What I kept thinking was how nice it was that someone stopped to see if I was okay. Well, that and that they called me Miss. That made me feel old. But really, I was so glad to know that there are still good people, good young people, out there. I told the story to Hubby, and he said 'their parents raised them right'. 

Right he is! If they listened to the majority of people out there, they would have kept driving, but instead they had the goodness that must have been passed down from their parents, and they stopped to help someone was down, literally on the side of the road in the dirt. Sadly, this seems rare these days. I wish it wasn't, and I am glad I got to experience this all too random kindness. I hope they know they did something very special, it was greatly appreciated, and hopefully they will never lose that urge to help those that may need help. 

My Sunday wog, though cut short, a bit painful, and no doubt will leave me with a nice big scar on my knee, was also a wonderful example of random kindness. I didn't get the 3 miles in that I wanted, but got something much more rare and wonderful - Good Samaritans.
Source: Postitive Success Group

Friday, August 26, 2016

Best Laid Plans for Apple Cake

I tried.
Had this recipe up for almost a week, vowing to make this delicious concoction of healthy apples and sweet cinnimon, so easy, no dairy so safe for Hubby.

I procrastinated, as I am prone to do, and have blogged about many, many times. But finally decided that I would be Miss Accomplishment and bake it before work today.

I put on some music, and began the mixing and cutting of apples, wondering why I don't spend more time baking and cooking. It is these simple pleasures that I want to bring more to the forefront of my life. There has been too much negativity, fighting, and just plain unpleasantness going on, yet while I was mixing and cutting to music, it all fell away and I was relaxed and enjoying the process.

The apples and cinnamon smelled so good, the apples weren't browning, I stirred often. The wet mixture was ready.

Then all that was left was the dry ingredients - and only two of them. I was in the homestretch with time to spare. I pull the flour out of the cupboard and it was....well....alive! Lots of little tiny things were moving about, a pile of them at the bottom of the bag that had apparently lived out their lives and died in a pile. When I put the flour in there, in a Ziplock bag, there were no tiny brown things in it. Right then, it was teeming with them.

With the clock showing I did not have time to run to store, finish this, then shower and get to work, I bitched a little (okay more than a little...I was finally getting this done and now THIS?), and then covered the wet ingredients and put them in the fridge, resigned to getting new flour at the store on my lunch hour.

Lunch hour came and I totally forgot. So then I resigned to get after work. Well, you can guess I didn't feel like going out to the store after work. The next day, rinse and repeat. So finally, after 2 days in the fridge, the wet ingredients were mixed with new flour with no little things moving about, and the baking soda and into the oven it went.

The verdict from Hubby: It's like Apple and Cinnamon Brownies!

I would say, a success after all. Plus, the wise words of my Mother-In-Law will now stick with me "You have to keep the flour in the fridge, that is the only way." Though I do wonder if all that does is chill to death the little crawling things that must have been in there to start....I guess we will never know.

Here is the recipe for those who would like "Apple Cinnamon Brownies" or probably more aptly named Apple Cake. Use unmoving flour and you will love this with a nice cup of tea.

Apple Cake
2 eggs
1 3/4 cups sugar
2 heaping teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 cup oil
6 medium Gala or Fuji or Honey Crisp apples
2 cups flour
2 teaspoons baking powder

Preheat oven to 350°. In a large bowl, mix the eggs, sugar, cinnamon and oil. Peel and slice the apples and add to mixture in bowl (coating as you go to keep apples from turning brown.) Mix together the baking powder and flour and add to the ingredients in the bowl. Mix well (best with a fork) until all of the flour is absorbed by the wet ingredients. Pour mixture into a greased one 9x13 or two 9″ round pans. Bake for approximately 55 minutes.

Perhaps not the prettiest, but it did taste yummy. It is almost gone, and I finished it yesterday. Not bad for a disaster of a start. And the most important thing is, no extra protein from tiny little creepy crawlies. 

Thursday, August 4, 2016

First Day of Vaca = Car Trouble

Of course. The first day of my vacation, I get in the car to make it to the early morning cross fit class, and turn on the windshield wipers to get the dew off - NOTHING.

I should have been preparing for this, I know. Last week the noise started. A loud, tired whirring when the wipers were on.

But did I prepare? Nope.
Who ever fixes anything on a car unless it completely stops working? Especially a 20 year old car.

I am left with the question - worth fixing the wiper motor to sell or just unload as is? We have been talking about selling this one for a slighty less crappy piece of crap.

Tough call. The part locally is twice as much as is should be. We don't have all the tools to follow the instructions on the You Tube videos I have spent the morning pouring over. But who would pay good money for a car that immediately needs repairs?

That is the problem with old cars. I am just not sure I want to spend time on my vacation to muck around with this. Perhaps just order the part and give it a try....and then take to the mechanic if/when we realize this is over our heads.

I went out and looked at the one there, and think that I can handle it. But, could be overly ambitions as I remember of the time I said 'I can check the oil, no problem, don't worry about it I got it!' Then, proceeded to check the steering fluid. The oil thingy is in a very hard to reach spot on my car, I learned.

Oh well, I learned. I learned I desperatlye need an oil change too.

Time for a new used car methinks. Think I can use this pic for the ad to sell it, this is from when it was new to me, and I still liked the car. Got to get in the right frame of mind to convince someone this is the car for them.
So, I will spend one last effrot, money-wise and time-wise, to get this crappy car on the market and then try to find another, less crappy, car to get me around. Would be nice if it fits all the grown kids too. Hopefully the sale of this, and a wee bit more on our tight budget, will lead us to something better.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Two for Tuesday! I Will Buy You A New Life with One Hit Wonder

It's another installment of 'get this song into your head - so it gets out of mine'.
And a bonus Two for Tuesday, because I just didn't have time to hit "publish" on this blog yesterday.

We have this album, Everclear's So Much for the Afterglow, released in 1997, and it got put in the CD player the other week.

Yes, we are old-skoolin' it with actual CD's in a CD player.
(Not completely okd-skoolin' it with an AM Radio though)

As you may have forgotten, when you start a CD player, it plays only the songs that are in there. I do think we are lucky to have a 5 disc player, and I believe it does have a shuffle feature, but that is not set at the moment so it plays one CD, moves on to the next, repeat 5 times. Also, if you forgot, it is kind of a pain to find CD's you actually want to listen to from your 15-25 year old, rather large and vaired collection. So you put in a set of 5 CD's and there they stay for weeks.

So, this CD has been in the player, getting played again and again and again. It is actually a great CD to listen to from start to finish, not one song that you cringe to or want to skip. But, the songs do play over and over in your head as well.

Add to this the fact that we did more gardening this past weekend, and bam, "I will buy you a garden where your flowers can bloom..." is playing in your head, over and over, as you are planting the plant with flowers that will bloom.

The "new car, perfect shiny and new", would be nice as well. My ancient beater of a car is shaking rather oddly lately.

And that "big house in the west hills" ? Yeah, I do love the mountains so add that to the list.

Over and over the lyrics play. So give it a listen, I give it to you so I can get it out of my head.

The bonus song, One Hit Wonder, also is a sticker.

Especially when one comes home to their hubby painting on 5 small canvas boards at once, (I know I mentioned before he is an artist) all spread out on a table in the middle of his workspace, which just happens to be off the kitchen on the way to the living room. So, I walk in, the stereo is BLASTING loud, like at volume 52, to this song and he is there shaking his wee little booty like no tomorrow (or as they say here 'wee little bonky') singing along.

"They can't hurt you unless you let them
I will say it again
They cannot hurt you unless you let them"

Tru Dat! 
The lyrics talk about Loopy succeeding and making it to the big time. Only he can determine whether or not he can survive, which leaves him in control, which is what he wanted in the first place.
Sounds about right for a motivational song for an artist.

And good luck getting that chorus out of your head. Just typing the lyrics makes it play in my head.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Thursday Thought of the Day ~ Your Mind Will Quit......

from Pinterest via
My mind was the one that had the bright idea to try the early morning Cross Fit class.
I knew I had to do it, get back to seriously exercising, but I was afraid.
I had not been to Cross Fit since the end of May.
Plus, I did very little in the way of any other exercise.
I stopped getting up early for run/walks.
I hardly walked on the beach.
Swim? Nope.
Kayak? Once.

Eat? Hell yeah! I ate. I ate pizza, fried fish with French fries (yumm), and more pizza, had cookies, pies, ice cream. I even broke down and had a Wendy's burger with French fries (yummm). (I LOVE French fries)


By yesterday, after polishing off half a pie in 2 days, I was downright feeling fat, disgusted with myself. Now, I DID enjoy everything I ate. I made sure to. I knew all along it would catch up with me. And yesterday it did. I felt like I was rolling down the hallways at work, sloshing around the house. When I sat I felt like Jabba the Hutt.

I know this is largely all in my head, but I sure felt it. Add to it the fact that my balance started getting worse, making me feel like I was drunk by losing balance in the shower, going down stairs, having trouble getting up from a crouched position, etc. It was time for some action.

So I did it. I consulted hubby, and the sweetie he is supported me 100%, even said he would get up before 5:30am with me so I could get out the door and be there by 6am. (In reality, I think he noticed me fluff up and finally admitted that me working out isn't such a bad thing.....) (He did not actually get up with me, as it turns out. He didn't come to bed till 3am - he was creating some artwork (!) so I forgive him)

I spent the whole of yesterday afternoon afraid, anxious, a sort of nervous dread. I knew what Cross Fit was like. I was in for a hard WOD (workout of the day for those of you not familiar with Cross Fit jargon). So I had to keep reminding myself: My mind started this whole thing, my body would be just fine.

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Well? Was it fine, you ask?
Well, yes it was! I didn't sleep well, for fear of oversleeping and missing the class, but I made it there, and I survived. Dare I say it, but I really enjoyed it! YES, I really did. I even thought I could have used a heavier weight! True: I am sore and I am tired. If I sit for more than 10 minutes it hurts to get up. But I survived. And to top it all off, I heard Journey's Don't Stop Believin' on the radio on the way home......I won't stop believin', rock on! I could not have planned that if I tried.

So, I am going to go back. Next week, Thursday early morning class. The early morning workouts really are pretty good. There is some logic to 'get it done and out of the way' so you can get on with your day. It is not a crowded class either. Only truly crazy people can get their asses to the gym for Cross Fit at 6am. And have just as crazy hubby's who support that crazy. Again, thank you, hubby.

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Music Monday! Thank U

Not often enough do we say it.
I started this blog last night, thinking how thankful I am, despite the all the stresses and unknowns.
It was a very nice weekend, time spent with family relaxing and doing some fun stuff too, so this song seemed to be perfect. I WAS thankful, content.
But then, this morning - not enough sleep is never a good way to start the day - I could feel the grumpies set in. I was in a foul mood.
Then I remembered I was going to use this song.

At first, I thought - No way, this does NOT fit today at all.
I almost wrote it off completely, wasn't going to do a blog at all, but then I thought about the song.
The questions in it suggesting we just be thankful. Why not? How bout it?

How bout stopping eating when I'm full up

How bout me enjoying the moment for once

How bout remembering your divinity

Well, how bout pushing the grumpies right out?
How bout approaching the day with seeing things through eyes of gratitude instead of through the eyes of things not going according to my plan or how I thought they should go.
How bout just concentrating on the beautiful things, the things that make me happy, and not give merit to the things that were irritating me? Which this morning was nearly everything. Everything irrelevant to a happy life - like putting your dirty cups by the sink, and the napkins you use actually in the garbage, and the full dishwasher that needed to be emptied, and the fact that I got a little over 3 hours sleep and have to go grocery shopping later. Why were these things so irritating to me?
How bout being thankful?

These things are not things that sour our lives, at least they certainly don't have to.
Look at the day through grateful eyes and those little things mean, well, very little.

So I let go of the grumpies. Instead I concentrated on the wonderful things I do have.

And you know what? My day got a little more pleasant, I felt the grumpies float away. I could get through this day, and it will be great, especially if I remembered how thankful I should be, remembered all the little things that are actually pretty great, which honestly outnumber the things that are irritating. I gave more weight to the great little things than the irritating little things. I started finding the good in even less than good situations.

The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down.

Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence.

Thank you Alanis, for reminding us to be thankful.