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Woke up this morning to an e-mail from Cheryl the guitar player, saying would I like to join her at her luthier's shop to play some blues. Why sure, so off I went, not really knowing what to expect but hoping to at least have fun. And fun it was, Danche is a really fun guy with a lot of awesome equipment. And he wants to play a lot woohoo.

so hopefully this can turn into something learny for me, I'm ready to get on with it.

Ugh! It's one thing to wake up with a hangover, it's another thing entirely to wake up with the gloomy doomy sadness that I've noticed happening lately.

Yesterday we went to my friend Maria's daughter's baptism. They are greek orthodox, I had never been to any sort of greek service before. It was LONG for the girls but full of chanting, which I liked. Poor Zoe was not quite as happy with the proceedings and really didn't like getting dunked, but who would? I was interested in the literal casting out of the devil, as I do not believe that little Zoe had anything devilish in her, but I'm glad it's gone anyway.

On the way in Abbey didn't want to go, she said "It's going to be like all of the other churches, boring and long!" So even at 5 and even though we don't ever go she knows... so funny.

So then we went to the reception which was at Wishbone downtown, I had 1 vodka drink and then 2 or 3 glasses of wine. I was a little tipsy but not too bad, we came home and went to bed but I woke up this morning with that pit of despair feeling. I had to remind myself that it was just the gunas making me feel that way (which has worked wonders for all sorts of stuff) but I really think it's the vodka, or the booze in general. I remember my last hangover had that doomy element too and is what had kept me from really tying one on for awhile and now I'll be even more cautious. Because it's no fun. I do not think I get this problem from beer but I have also not had more than 2 beers and a sitting in a long time.

It was interesting hearing John explain the rituals to the girls because he was trying to tell them that the orthodox church is protestant! I was like, nooooooo, I think the orthodox religion is actually more ancient than the roman catholic one... and less changed. I just did a little research on it and the baptism "mystery" has been largely unchanged for 1500 years.

So all in all a very intersting day, the girls got a heads up about the orthodox religion as did John and Zoe was splendid in her fancy dresses. 2 dresses and a towel, rather.

I think I'm going to stay away from the vodka for awhile, though...

Am I ovulating? Already? I think so, I woke up this morning pretty early and have the mittel schmirtz from hell going on. And lots and lots of goo. Glad things are working down there.

Where's the sun, shouldn't it be peeking through momentarily? The furnace can't decide if it wants to kick on or not so it just keeps going back and forth, but each time it clicks I think someone is coming down and it's much too early for anyone else to be up so I'm glad they are not.

Ella has gotten so much bigger these past few weeks after starting school. That last semblance of babyhood is just rolling right off of her, although she is still working hard to not have the cindy brady lisp. I hate to see it go but I'd hate for her to be teased about it.

Abbey is reading. big books.

yay

weird

yesterday while I was up in wheel I felt all of my organs slippy slide up into my chest cavity from their normal resting spots. It was a very kooky feeling and kinda freaked me out. I came out and then they slipped back. They were really heavy! It was just a funky freaky feeling.

I was totally going to try it again today to see what would happen but Ella showed up mid practice and needed a snack so no go.

Tomorrow, though.

Also, the coffee is starting to disagree with me so I think it's back to tea for the winter.

happy monday!! So happy to not be doing what we were doing last week.

So that means that we need to get back to doing what we were doing before. It's funny, or not, but I WAS feeling sort of complacent, or rather, I was noticing it in others. Our family needed a slap upside the head so hopefully it worked.

now I have that baghdad jones tune stuck in my head.

So I finished the women's sutras book and found it to be just fine but slightly less than what I'm wanting. I'm in the choir and on the bus so I need more than the over view. But I was not expecting total enlightenment from this book so I don't want to seem disappointed with it. Not disappointed. It was actually the perfect thing to read in the hospital with Abbey because there are many places to pause and observe the energy flow which was a great thing to be doing then.

I'm not sure which book will be next, probably I'll start each one and stick with the ones that stick.

ok, off

I finished my book, it was a good read although the information was not necessarily new. I'm in the choir I guess, and don't really need to be persuaded. I'm really glad it's what I had to read in the hospital, and I might recommend it to my mom. She's getting there on her little xtian path, though. She'd just be so good at yoga, I wish she'd try it. Markie too...

Now I am reading my new buffy book. Not sure what will be next.

must practice

must practice

for certain tomorrow if not today.

OK

How was that for a week? Who am I again? Oh yeah.

Time to get this wagon back on the tracks.

Today I need to do the last of the sicko's laundry and get the beds switched back. Abbey was on the bottom bunk this week.

I need to practice for this wedding which is creeping up.

I need to fix this problem with the brain cramps and the socks.

yah.

Phew. I felt so incredibly drained last night that I was scared I was going to get the disease too, but after a pretty darn decent night's sleep with only a couple of wake ups but no get ups I'm feeling better. For reals, I felt like I'd been trippin' with that weird taste in the back of my throat and the imbalanced brain chemicals. I tried to drink a beer but then I just wanted to puke so I went to bed fully expecting to wake up sick. But no. I'm fine. It's all that clean living! ha ha h a nha ah ah a

that's some funny shit right there, mostly because it's true these days. I've only had raw food since abbey went in and I think I even practiced 2 of the days. Gotta get one in today...

John is having meetings all day and is just calling into them from here so I can take Ella to school and ballet later. She's hanging in there, she keeps trying to give Abbey kisses but Abbey of course is still quite cranky.

I did something really stupid with my knittin' project and now I have to figure out how to fix it.

time to make the waffles

So we're home again. Abbey stuck a small plastic doll shoe up her nose. After everything she's been through this week, we finally get home and get to the important job of relaxing and feeling better and she sticks the shoe up her nose. So I call her ped who of course says bring her on in. So I do. My mom pulled up with Ella just as we were packing up to go so they came with us. Mostly for me, I'm a wreck I knew that digging in Abbey's nasal cavity for a tiny plastic shoe was going to be harder for me than anyone. so the doc over there couldn't get it and was in the process of referring us to the appropriate specialist when Abbey sneezed and OUT POPPED THE SHOE!! Woo hoo.

So we're home AGAIN and trying to relax AGAIN.

Please please please no more troubles for Abbey today or tomorrow or this week or really for a very long time. Mama needs to stop worrying about stuff.

How many times and in how many ways can I hate on this processed made in china plastic crap?

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down

my lord what a week.

First Abbey gets soooo sick, then she gets better, then the white sox pull one outta their asses, then then then THIS. Thank you universe for reminding me what it's like to be alive.

woo fucking hoo and thank you for all the phish