I'm Under Attack!!!

Ants are everywhere.

I've killed dozens of the little demons this morning. (I know Buddha is rolling over in his grave because of my assault on a life form. But...) these are ants. They bite. And they are coming in at the window which is located exactly where Ben & I want to place the bed when we move our room back here. Apologies to Buddha, but I'm not sleeping with friggin' ants. Just a minute ago there was one crawling on my mouse! Eewwww!

We sat out ant traps yesterday and they are bypassing those completely. Crawling over and around them to be exact!

This is war!

I'm going into full combat mode and I will worry about my Karma later.

Ants, ticks, mosquitoes, and scorpions.
The four pests of the apocalypse.
(Okay. I've only got ants, but you get my point.)

I'm heading to the garden center for munitions.
Victory WILL be MINE!!!

My Pooter is in the "Great Tech Hospital" across town..

Sheila and Todd came by tonight and took away my computer. It turns out Todd is something of a computer expert and has all kinds of things to fix it with. He used to do computer repair for the goverment. I'm feeling really confident that he is going to be able to fix it. He thinks he is also going to be able to save my files. It's a complex process of taking them off, putting them on another machine, fixing mine and then returning them.

I'm so excited!!!!!!

Good News Bad News

Bryan thinks my documents, photos, etc. might be saved. They are experimenting with something Friday. Cross your fingers. I can access my cox account remotely, but it's difficult and they just changed the format which seems to make it worse for some reason. I can't reply or get into previously opened e-mail. Even with Bryan's machine I'm having some access problems with Blogger, but Xanga seems to work a little better. I've logged into it some from work when I think no one is looking. Jeez. I'm sick of this. I'm hoping the worst is almost over. I miss you guys.

Where'd the fun go?

My computer is still down.

It looks like I may lose everything on the hard drive. The only time I will be able to log on is when I borrow someone else's machine. Eventually, I'll be back. Until then, don't discuss anything fun.

What is your earliest memory?

What is your earliest memory?

Look deep into your past.



Write about the first thing or things you remember.

Was it your mother's smile?
The view from between the bars of your crib or playpen?
Do you remember your first steps?
Your first report card?

Mine was when I was barely 4 years old. It was early Spring and I was sitting on the floor in the living room. I was leaning against the screen looking out into the front yard. Mother had told me that "we" were going to have a baby. I really, Really, REALLY wanted a baby brother but she wouldn't make any promises. I sat for a long time looking out that door at the green grass, the two pine trees, and the bright blue sky dotted with puffs of white clouds. I was talking to God, cutting deals and begging him to give me the brother of my heart's desire.

In late November my brother Bill arrived. Mom always said we were lucky, but I knew better. I'd made God an offer he couldn't refuse and it will be our secret forever.

Remember My Office???

Remember when I told you that my office space had been eliminated so they moved me and my desk into the storage closet?

Well. . .

Now I am also the kitchen!

Immediately behind my chair is the short refridgerator, with a microwave on top of that, with a coffee maker on top of that. I have to be really careful when I roll my chair back.

There is also a flatbed dolly that is now being stored in the area between one of the three large storage cabinates and a bookcase.
The office is approx. 9'x6'. The bookcase and fridge are cramed into space on the shorter opposing side walls. The three huge storage cabinates run along the entire 9' back wall. My desk and file cabinate are on the opposite wall next to the door. I face that wall and have my back to everything else. (It is a good thing.)

This is a really interesting experience. I learn what everyone is having for lunch, snacks and drinks. I'm getting in touch with my sense of smell. I'm sure this fridge (since I'm practically living in it) is going to get cleaned out a lot more often than my fridge at home.

Buddhist Computer Viruses by Dr. Richard Blackwell:

PHURBA VIRUS: annihilates anyone who sends viruses along with their computer and their server. also purifies the network.
CHENREZI VIRUS: downloads programme into your computer which causes computer to do nothing else but pray for all beings to the exclusion of any other operation.
KALACHAKRA VIRUS: downloads extremely complex ritual into the computer which operator must perform before computer will perform any other operation.
HAYAGRIVA VIRUS: enters computer through a back door and takes entire control of your computer by force.
TROMA VIRUS: chops your files and operating programme into small pieces transforms them into wisdom nectar then feeds the nectar to non-buddhist computers which it visualizes as demons.
MAHAKALA VIRUS: protects your computer from all other viruses but requires you to offer meat and liquor daily through a special opening with which it replaces your floppy drive. EKADZATI VIRUS: allows only one file on your computer.
PADMASAMBHAVA VIRUS: subjugates your computer and takes it with it on the path.
TARA VIRUS: only allows female operators access. causes computer to give long lecture to male operators concerning views on male-only enlightenment.
MANJUSHRI VIRUS: downloads a programme which causes your computer to begin an endless debate over any information you enter.
DZOGCHEN VIRUS: deletes all programmes including operating programme leaving only the blue screen of the unborn dharmata.
MENDROLING variation produces white screen of the clear light essence.

Dr. Blackwell: Healing-Touch-UK. (English)
Photo Source: http://www.eso-garden.com/index.php?/weblog/C5/

Thang Nguyen & Taxes

This is my brother's friend Thang Nguyen. He has been in the United States since 1981. His story of his escape from Saigon, South Vietnam is amazing. He has written about it and posted it on the outdoor network site. I wanted to share it with all of you. The USA has gained a wonderful person. And he is a GOOD cook too.
http://www.okcoutdoornetwork.org/Thang_T_Nguyen.htm




The time has come!

April 17th is just around the corner, AND. . . my sweet hubby is a CPA.

This is a man I love dearly. When the gnashing of teeth and crunching of bitten nails becomes too much to bear, I spend my time, when I'm not at my office, at his office. I've been at one place or the other all day.

So, between now and the 17th, I don't know how often I'll be online.
Think of me often. Only "7" days to go.

Today the Wind Blew

http://www.artbywicks.com/



Little Wind

Little, wind blow on the hill top;
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine;
Little wind, blow off the rain.
-Kate Greenaway

Wind on the Hill

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
-Anon

Western wind, when will thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ! If my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
-Anon

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
-Shakespeare

Wind. I repeat
(to myself, for there is no other),
I am wind.
I am the air itself,
and belong only
to movement.
For I am Eternal.
I am the cleaner of souls.
Worship me!
I bring Rain,
Sun,
Hurricane.
I would refresh you with a breeze,
or steal the warmth from your bones.
I bring both hardship
and relief.
For I am Eternal.
I am Wind.
-Anon


Today the winds raged across the state.
My stockade fence, already broken loose from previous assaults,
waved at me in large "S"s all day and into the night.
It still stands, a testament to either miracles or durability.
With the winds came the rain and harsh bone chilling cold.

How is it poets never write about the pain?
The violence? The unending assault upon the body?
The long low moan ripping at the soul?
Today the wind danced across the sky like a storm trouper in combat boots.
Kicking and flailing as it went.
A vast expanse of parking lot became a combat zone.

The wind, with it's coyote howl, may sing all night.
The music of the spheres, perhaps.
How do you sleep with such a lonely concert blaring just beyond the rattle of your bedroom window?

Meditative Music - Rain

This is a very nice music play thing for a short meditation: Rain

Play around with your mouse ... and click ...

http://www.storynest.com/Pictolaby_web/works/p08.htm

Which Fae are You?

What type of Fae are you?

Love You Guys

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