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Sunday, March 30, 2008

Sell

OK. Very long weekend with lots and lots of personal growth.

I've been rather long-winded lately so I'll TRY to keep this short. (SarahLou, I can hear you snickering...)

We've established the bit about the lots being the obstacle. I've put out the call for energy. I've downloaded The Clearing Audio (finally) and have been listening nonstop. The Clearing Audio, created by Attractor Factor guru Joe Vitale and Portable Empire author Pat O'Bryan, is designed to assist with the removal of counter intentions and limiting beliefs, the things that block manifestation. The concept is that by listening to the comforting new age music in one of three forms, your subconcious will release the counter intentions holding you back, and once they are removed, you will begin to receive nudges about actions to take to move you closer to manifestation. (The three forms: music only, binaural music with subliminal affirmations, or music with audible affirmations spoken by Joe Vitale. You get all three as a package for one very affordable price.)

Well, here is my partial testimonial. I say partial only because it will be complete when the manifestation happens.

I listened to the one with audible affirmations first (last night). Very nice. Went on to watch TV with the cats. A couple hours later when I got up to put my leftovers in the fridge, I got my first nudge:

Call your cousin in Seattle.

OH DUH. Of course! She'd been interested last year in buying the house to preserve family history. But the price was too high (understandable—the price was set because of the potential for subdivision). Now that it is subdivided, the price for the lot with the house is much lower—half—so maybe now it's within reach.

Long story short. I emailed her sister last night. I called the cousin in Seattle today. Then I spoke with two other cousins I haven't seen in years at her insistence. I'll spare you the play by play, but what I realized later after analyzing it was that I'd misinterpreted the nudge.

I'd seen it as "oh duh, call the cousin, she'll buy it, problem solved".

It wasn't about that.

The reason the house hasn't sold yet is because I HAD BLOCKS PROHIBITING IT. I had counter intentions that lead to my resistance to the sale even though I consciously wanted it sold. The block was this:

I was feeling very guilty about selling. This is our family home, rooted in tradition. My Mother was entrusted with preserving it and did. She passed on this entrusted obligation to us. My sister feels no such obligation; I did, for whatever reason, whether out of obligation to Mother or something else. I was afraid that selling the house was an insult to the rest of Mother's family, and that I would be ostracized from the family for doing so. I was also afraid of losing the connection to Mother's family because I'd have "no reason" to travel to southern Ohio if the "checking up on the house" excuse was gone. The house represented to me connection, love, history. I thought they'd all be mad at me for it.

What my cousins told me changed that. Not only was I granted permission that it's more than OK to sell the house, but I was reassured by Cousin in Seattle that I didn't need to feel guilty, that if it really meant that much to the family to preserve the house, they would have bought it so they had nobody to blame but themselves. The other cousins underscored the permission to sell. Nobody's interested in keeping it. It doesn't represent the same thing to them as it did to me. And the best part was when the last cousin I spoke with asked if I ever got down that way, and when I did be sure to let them know because they would love to see me.

It was all I could do not to cry on the phone.

Liberated. That's how I feel. I've been absolved of any guilt. I am now able to forgive myself, and to allow myself permission to sell the house. My connection to the family is intact regardless of the house.

I am clear.

So all I ask is continued support for the intention: Lots 1 and 3 SOLD. Immediately. For close to our asking prices.

You know, it only takes 5 minutes to sell a property. Buyer decides to buy, calls the real estate agent, makes the offer, agent calls seller, seller accepts offer, agent calls buyer, tells buyer offer is accepted, seller sets time to sign contracts. Done. Five minutes.

This is TOTALLY DOABLE within 24 hours or less.

I'll let you know when the deed (ha ha) is done. PS: I've been listening to the subliminal version all day. Over and over. I'm beginning to feel like ANYTHING and everything is possible.


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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Shoveling Brings Clarity

So I'm shoveling stalls at the barn in exchange for board, did I tell you that? I'm also assisting with the teaching (training) of the barn manager's horses as part of it, Parelli-style, but more on that another day. Shoveling 40 wheelbarrows full of horse deposits tends to allow a lot of time for rumination.

Apparently, I ruminated myself into a migraine yesterday. But when I woke up this morning, I had clarity on this estate situation. (Apologies for the venom in my last post. I'm still learning how to take these opportunities to practice peace rather than detonate. I realize emotional detonation is fear-based, and I need to be more faith-based, so... anyway...)

What I realized is that I was focusing on the wrong thing the whole time.

I also realized that the REAL obstacle is NOT Nemesister, the estate "lawyer", or the estate itself.

The REAL obstacle is the two unsold lots.

If they were sold, the argument would be finished, because we'd know that within 30 days, we'd be closing on the sales, and ALL the profits would be available for distribution. What causes the argument is the open-endedness due to the lots still being on the market, and Nemesister's and my individual financial needs/desires.

I understand that we both have dreams we are trying to achieve, and we both have problems we need to fix, and issues to address, and that while we are both responsible for fixing our problems ourselves and are doing everything in our power to do so independently, the inheritance money would sure go a long way to give us a boost.

I understand that she must be in a horrendous situation to be able to overlook someone else's needs in favor of her own and to find it justifiable to go to such extremes to fix her problems even if it means hurting someone she supposedly loves. So for that, I can forgive her. It doesn't condone her actions or the method of handling it, but it provides me with a bit of peace about it. (Note: this is a really advanced concept for me.)

I doubt there is anything I can say or do that will fix this in her mind. So that leaves only one option.

I need to ask for your help one more time.

All you have to do is this, just like we did before, which resulted in the first sale occurring three days later.

Focus.

Visualize a post.

In it, I'm saying:
OMG THANK YOU!!!!! The two remaining lots SOLD today!!! We got close to our asking price on both!!! We close in 30 days (or less)! Sister dropped all the nonsense because we're dividing ALL the money in a month or less! OMG IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!!!
Put that positive energy out one more time. It worked last time—it'll work again.

I KNOW IT.

Thanks, y'all, for putting up with my drama. May you ALL be blessed beyond belief.



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Thursday, March 27, 2008

And I Don't Care Who Sees It

Y'know what? I don't give a F--- who reads this. Meaning, I'm not censoring myself tonight for fear that someone I don't want reading it might see it. Nope. This is truth.

I received the most preposterous email today from the lawyer handling—or should I say MIShandling—my Mother's estate. It contained some unbelieveable suggestions.

My "sister" (and I use that term very loosely as I now consider myself officially an only child because nobody treats their family that way) has suggested in the past that since she is in debt and needs money to pay her mortgages, she should be given all the money in the bank accounts NOW, and I should then wait until the other house sells before I get any money from the estate.

That basically means I am left penniless until I find a job or until my old house sells. (I've been looking while living off of my ever dwindling savings and what was left of my student loan. Well, I'm still unemployed. And they keep jettisoning thousands of workers into the unemployment lines in my area of the country. And I'm just about down to the bottom of my barrel. Oh. Wait. I still have my 401k. I suppose I could cash that in.)

Note that I have already graciously allowed her to take not one but TWO advances from the estate (to the tune of $15,000) to HELP her.

She bases this on the fact that I "already got my share" by taking the one house. Note. There are two properties in the estate. I was granted the option to choose one as my primary residence and the second would be sold and the proceeds go into the residuary estate to be divided equally. The APPRAISED VALUE is to be used to determine my half share.

OK, so I have the equivalent in imaginary money to one house on my side. (I still have to pay taxes, insurance, and utilities to LIVE in it, mind you, and that's not imaginary money.)

The second house appraised HIGHER than the house I took.

Originally, the lawyer proposed the distribution as follows:
I get the one house
We sell the other
We divide the money in the accounts in half
When the other house sells, Nemesister gets an amount off the top of the sale equal to the appraised value of the house I chose to live in.
We split the rest of the profit from the sale.

Fair enough, right?

Keep in mind that it is practically GUARANTEED that she will make the appraised equivalent value from the sale of the lot the house is on, AND there is plenty of money in the accounts, AND there are two other lots that will bring in profit. So it's not a question of "Oh, if the house doesn't sell high enough I'll get fucked." We made very close to our asking price on one of the three lots. Even if we sold BOTH of the other lots together at HALF of what we're asking, we'll STILL be able to match the amount.

Except Dear Shitster decided that it was unfair for her to have to wait for that (despite an initial payout of several thousand dollars if we did it that way, more than enough—I would think—to cover her debts unless she did something really moronic) and proposed that she take all the cash and I wait.

I responded, "Uh, doesn't work for me." Then I reread the Will, and discussed it with the lawyer, pointing out that what he'd said originally was the best interpretation of the Will and the fairest (and, uh, gee, I have bills to pay, too).

He said, "You may be right. But your sister isn't going to like that."

Oh. So as long as SHE likes it, screw me? Doesn't matter if I like it? Doesn't matter if it hurts me? Oh, but she likes it, so it's okay.

So I hear nothing for awhile. Then I get this absolutely insane email from Her with a very bizarre accounting scheme showing how I—and these are her words—OWE her money. She goes on to insult me, tell me how to live my life, whine about how hard she's worked and how she DESERVES IT MORE THAN I DO.

I went suicidal, but didn't respond to it. I mean, what could I say?

Luckily I talked myself down off the ledge, but for crying out loud!

Oh, but it gets better.

Today's pile of manure from the lawyer (and I use that term loosely) states that he finds it reasonable to give her all the money (oh, we're back to that again are we?) and...

Get this.

SHE has suggested that if I take ANY money from the accounts now, that it should be considered a LOAN FROM HER!!!!!!!!

And that I can pay it back at any time at 6% interest—

BECAUSE THAT IS THE RATE SHE PAYS ON HER MORTGAGE.

And since SHE can't use the money yet to pay down her mortgage, apparently it's okey-dokey for ME to pay her interest FOR HER!

[insert very long loud angry string of expletives]

AND THE LAWYER THINKS THIS IS ACCEPTABLE!!!!!!

What kind of dog and pony three-ring circus IS this?

First of all, THE INHERITANCE IS A GIFT. G-I-F-T GIFT! From MOTHER to us.

NOBODY pays interest on THEIR INHERITANCE.

Secondly, IT DOESN'T MATTER ONE GODDAMNED BIT if EITHER of us is in debt, or has bills to pay, or needs the money—that is our PERSONAL SHIT. You do not, as far as I know, settle the distribution of ANOTHER PERSON'S ESTATE based on the whines and circumstances of the beneficiaries!!!!!

That is not how it is done!

Am I right?

I mean, if that's the case, then why the hell even bother with hiring a lawyer, writing a will outlining how YOU want YOUR stuff to be distributed to YOUR heirs?

If it's as simple as one child saying "gee, Mom and Dad have X in the bank and they're dead now—OK, who has the most debt? Suzy? OK, Suzy, you get more cash. Oh, Tom, you wanted to use yours for college? Well... can't you get a loan? You can? OK, then you don't need it. So, you get a lesser amount. And JimBob. You're not working. So you're a lazy loser who is just going to fritter it away on porn and beer—so, I say you get nothing even though you say you need it. Why don't you just go get a job like the rest of us? As for me, I own two businesses and I'm a hard worker—I deserve it cuz I've paid my dues—so, here's how we'll do it. Suzy and I will split the first 3/4 and Tom you get the last 1/4 and JimBob, uh, you get nothing. Great!"

I mean, HONESTLY.

I'll bet they are both counting on my not being able to afford to hire my own lawyer.

Think again.

She's dead to me.

This goes way beyond where my spirituality is capable of handling. Forgive? Hah. Maybe later.

Yes. I know. Law of Attraction? Negative energy? I'm aware of this. But I ASK YOU. HOW is this remotely FAIR? My God, if my Mother were alive right now... my Mother's Will says over and over again, "divided equally, SHARE AND SHARE ALIKE". EQUAL. FAIR.

Not, OK, one daughter can pay the other interest—I can't even SEE straight anymore! This is unreal! How on God's Green Earth did I attract THIS to me? HOW? WHY? Where is the lesson in this? All I want is to settle it the way Mother said to! The way the lawyer initially said to! It's fair! I haven't complained! I never asked for advances! I took the stance of biding my time, being patient, and waiting for it to settle the way it's meant to settle, not pushing my agenda to try to rape my sister of what Mother wanted to leave to her!

I am utterly disgusted with her. Disgusted.

I was putting the finishing touches on an email to her, a very nice, polite, careful proposal about how to settle it fairly (yet another one). Then I got my email from the lawyer. I'm rethinking nice polite and careful. I have another letter, but it is sure to sever the ties forever.

Y'know what?

I'm not sure I really care.


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Monday, March 17, 2008

Why Blog? A Meme

In lieu of anything more interesting, I'll take a page from Lick My Sticks and post this meme. I also refuse to tag it forward, but feel free to participate if you wish.

1. Why did you start your blog?

Because my Mother was dying and I was knitting. Mom was my outlet. She patiently listened to every story I told, every experience I ever had, and shared every success or triumph with me. Despite our differences, we were best friends. During the Year of Bi-Monthly ER Visits (2006), I rediscovered my love for knitting as a way to pass the time (and my panicking mind) while sitting in the hospitals. I stumbled onto knitting blogs while looking for a technique, I think, and blogging appealed to me as I've been a life-long journal keeper.

As Mother's impending death grew nearer, I knew I needed a place to unleash all of the things I had always shared with her. It was a subconscious choice at the time to develop a blog, but it makes sense now. Writing eases the void I've felt since my most devoted "ear" departed, and the upside is that I've made a lot of new friends all over the world.

2. How did you come up with your blog name?

I'm known for my witty banter and for my love of a good pun. Knitty rhymes with witty, so...

3. Do your friends and family know about your blog? What do they think of it?

My Mom knew about it but she didn't understand what it was. I haven't outright told any of my inner circle about it. I'm not sure why. I guess I think I'm anonymous that way. One of these days I might do a big reveal. It's kind of like having a private journal out in public. Why it's OK for "complete strangers" to see those thoughts but not my oldest friends is something I'm still working through.

4. How do you write posts?

Um, I type them?

OK, I'll be serious. I wing it. When something of note happens (like Tyler's sneeze) that just has to be shared, or if I feel the need to vent, or have a revelation, I write. If I have a project to talk about, I write. I just freestyle it. This is me, writing.

5. Have you ever had a troll or had to delete unkind comments?

I've only had a couple of spams. I did have to delete an unkind comment made on the video of me riding the camel on YouTube, though.

6. Do you check your stats? Do you care how many people read your blog? If you do care, how to you increase traffic?

Eh, I've checked them once or twice. Audience membership numbers don't mean much to me. I'm just glad there are readers at all! :-)

7. What kind of blogs/posts interest you?

I love introspection and self-reflection. Humor appeals to me. I like a combination of knitting and life, really. Franklin, Crazy Aunt Purl, Yarn Harlot—they share projects AND they discuss their perspectives on life.

8. What do you like and dislike about blogging?

The immediacy of posting my thoughts and possibly receiving answers to questions. Being able to tap into the minds of thousands of other people at a given moment by searching. The variety of perspectives, projects, feelings, geographical locations, personalities, etcetera that are out there. Feeling connected to a community. That you can get to know someone through their personality and project choices before ever meeting F2F (so you like them for THEM, not for whatever they display). That you can maybe learn to understand people who aren't quite like you but share the same interests. It makes the global community tighter. That's what I like.

What I dislike? Blog software. Clunky sometimes. The feeling that you never know who might be watching from behind the curtain. Wondering if you ever say too much. Knowing it's all being put "out there" and not knowing what might come back to haunt you (makes you more careful about how you word things).

All in all, I Heart Blogging. It's given me a connection to the world that I needed.

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!



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Bless You, My Kitten! (Funny)

Oh, the times I wish I had a video camera going.

You know how cats will make that chirruping sound, "prrrrrpp"?

So I'm sitting on the couch watching TV. Tyler is occupying my midsection, having just completed a batch of biscuits. He's purring. He's happy. Life is good.

His nose itches.

He sneezes.

In mid-purr.

So it comes out something like "skn-PRRRPP!"



My sides still hurt.


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Friday, March 14, 2008

Change My Name?

So, Rabbitch took this quiz and was nonplussed by the results. In the comments, others said they got a result that was very similar to Rabbitch's. I took the quiz using my name, my stage name AND my birthname, and got similar results.

This leads me to believe the quiz is a come-on, not really a result.

So I made up a name. Surprise! Different results. Whaddaya think? Should I rename myself? It does have quite the ring...





What Ignabadoodle Means



You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life. You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous. You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things. Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.

You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.

People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.

At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?


In other news, we sold Lot #2 of Grandma's property for very close to the asking price this week.

YAY!

This is empty land ready for construction. We've already done the preliminaries—perc tests (passed), surveying. I figured it would work. I just wish I had the finances to be able to sit on the land for a few years and build myself then sell the homes.

*sigh*

Oh, well. Maybe by letting go of an opportunity that isn't that possible for me right now is creating the opportunity to make someone else's vision a reality. Maybe giving it up today will, someday, bring about an even better opportunity for ME where I'll be able to benefit (like the guy who builds on this land). It's a challenge, but it's important to look at this not as my lost opportunity, but as helping someone else seize their opportunity coming at the perfect time. That's positive energy. This ensures that "great opportunity at the right time" energy will find its way to me someday.

When I'm really ready for it.

It's sad, because now the dream of preserving the family land (what's left of it) for the next generation is officially dead; but it's good, because it brings us one step closer to resolving the estate issue forever. (I said "what's left of it" because the house once sat on over 100 acres of farmland. But my Uncle H was farming it at the time of Grandma's death, and he was willed that acreage—if he paid it off—and my Mother got the house and just under 9 acres. There were four kids, but two had already passed. Uncle H then promptly turned around and sold off all the farmland.)

Next to go will be Lots #1 and #3. Lot #1 includes the house and will be the most heartbreaking for me, even though it's very old, needs tens of thousands of dollars worth of repairs (or demolished, take your pick) and has features I couldn't live with as I age (such as a very steep staircase angle and longer stairs due to high ceilings that my poor knees can't take). It was Grandma's house. Memories.

The last Lot, #3, is a slightly smaller piece of buildable land. I can let that go easily. It's the house that'll haunt me.

But time passes, things change. Life goes on. And so must I. Thank you for lending your prayers to this. The day after the request was made, we got the offer. It really does work.

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Saturday, March 08, 2008

Thank You!!!

You guys must be emanating some killer positive energy, because things have changed!

I'll spill the deets after it's set in stone, but on Friday, we got a REAL offer on one of the lots (Grandma's property is subdivided). It's changed the vibe around the settlement to a much more positive mutually beneficial one. We might actually be able to wrap it up based on this one change.

I really believe it's partially due to YOUR help. Just sending up prayers or whatever form your energy took moved mountains. Thank you SO much.

I'll keep you posted. Lots of snow tonight, but at least we have power, unlike my friend in Vermont where they're having an ice storm without power. Spring IS coming. Really. It says so on the calendar.

Remember to Spring Forward tonight. In 24 hours it'll be later than you think. LOL!


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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

I Prefer My Faith Stirred, Not Shaken

Alas, we had an ice storm tonight, foiling my plans to attend InsanKnitty. Just going out to get milk was life-threatening. If I hadn't been down to the last tablespoon, I'd have just stayed in.

Now for a more serious note.

Usually, I'm upbeat, positive, a veritable fountain of wisdom and esoteric existentialism. Nothing seems to get me down, right?

Usually, that's the case.

Despite my latest epiphanies (which I haven't gone into here) about the nature of fear, how I realized I have nothing to fear because fear is just a signal to ask the Higher Consciousness for help, about how nobody can think my thoughts for me/only I can think my thoughts therefore what others say to me or about me should roll off because they aren't necessarily truths therefore they cannot control me...

Despite all of this, I'm in a spot.

It's a spot that is severely testing my ability to stay focused on the preferred outcome and stay positive. It all has to do with the estate, which has gone on far too long IMHO for something that is really relatively simple to settle.

It's very clear cut. There are two houses and a chunk of cash and two people to split it between. Mother gave me the option to keep one house as my residence because I'd lived there for most of my life and because I moved back home to care for them. The other house, which is being sold, appraised higher, so the deal is, when it is sold, the other party gets cash from the proceeds equivalent to the appraisal value of the house I've chosen to keep and we split the additional leftover and split the other cash.

Fair enough, right? The lawyer outlined the distribution in a very clear cut manner shortly after Mother died, and we were both fine with it, although this was before the houses were appraised; we both thought the house I'm living in would appraise higher. (Surprise. Apparently a house on nine acres is worth more than a house on a half acre no matter what condition it's in.)

It was just a matter of waiting through the Probate process before it settled. And it was almost over with last summer.

But then, a complication arose.

*sigh*

There is no way to discuss this without actually going into it, which I want to avoid. But it involves people who feel like they were less "loved" in life than others, petty jealousies, envy, greed, desperation caused by life choices that may not have been the best for them, and control issues. Somebody decided they were being, uh, less compensated than they felt they were "entitled" to be, and complained to the lawyer—who took their side.

Note: the complainee was NOT me. I have always felt that the equal half division was more than fair to both of us. After all, it's a GIFT from our parents—not an entitlement.

This placed me in a rather defensive position last summer and I've been trying to take the path of least resistance rather than giving in and fighting fire with fire because frankly, I see a mess of negative energy being tossed around, and I want no part of it. I know that what goes out comes back multiplied. I'm doing what I can to lessen the burn marks, so to speak.

And then today I get some news regarding the distribution. More cow kaka. More upset. More twisted injustice. If I told you, you'd think that it sounded completely ridiculous. It is—except when it's affecting you and your future personally.

It was difficult, but I chose with all my might to see this as a test, to prove that all the spiritual and emotional work I've done since discovering the LOA in May is actually sunk in. I made a conscious decision to look past the onslaught of negative emotions this news upended within me and to try to maintain the inner peace I'd finally won. I remembered something Joel Osteen said in a recent telecast, how when the enemy starts to fight you harder, it's a sure sign you're about to succeed because they're more determined than ever to stop your success.

OK, so maybe it's a sign I'm about to finally succeed, that this is almost overwith, that I can move on with MY life now, because it does seem like the closer we get to finishing it, the more some people have to fight to change how it's being meted out based on very shaky justifications. Justifications of a personal nature that have absolutely no business being brought into a discussion of clear-cut contract law and the distribution of the wishes of the deceased.

I was successful in righting my mindset for awhile, but it took me four hours to talk myself down from the ledge (so to speak) and some deep meditation before I finally felt centered and at peace. I thought I was fine. But as it goes, night did its magic, and by midnight, I was a mess.

I'm OK for now. Sobbing into 16 pounds of blue purring fur seems to help some.

It's just that nothing seems to be budging for me lately. There is plenty in the works that when it finally gives, relief will come; but it just seems stuck. I realize this is the in-between time, the space of uncertainty between setting intentions and seeing them manifest.

But I'm all alone in this. Oh, I know that God, the Universe, the Higher Consciousness, the FSM or whatever you choose to call that great Divine Life Force is on my side.

On human terms, however, there is just me; and then there is the other party and the other party is bigger in support systems than I am, and the lawyer seems to want to side with them ever since last summer (don't get me started on the ethics of this kind of behavior in a non-criminal contract law case where our Mother paid him to act as mediator—not Attorney for... uh... which one of us is the defendant in a Beneficiary/Will thing? Oh, that's right, NEITHER of us.)

So if you have a heart... please do me a favor.

Pray. Pray for me. Pray for a fast and favorable outcome. Pray for this nightmare to end. Pray for clear heads, reason and rationality to prevail. Pray for things to budge. See me posting an entry screaming with joy that Grandma's house finally sold, the estate finally closed and it all worked out, it went back to the way he said it should go originally (or better). See me writing about how relieved I am that my old house finally found a new owner. (Yes, there are three houses in my life; funny how I can be so rich in property and be increasingly worried about my bill-paying ability.) See me boring you to tears with more hippie dippie positive thinking BS when I finally manifest my preferred outcome.

Just pray, and send some good, helpful vibes my way. The cats and I could sure use the extra energy. While you're at it, send up a little for Tyler, too—he seems to be having a recurrence or it never cleared up to begin with.

You're all in my prayers. Be blessed.


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Monday, March 03, 2008

What? I'm Not Hermione?

This I find surprising, and surprisingly appalling. Also, there apparently is something weird going on with my HTML subheads. I'll fix it. Patience.

Your Score: Hagrid


Don't fight it...it is who you are!


People may think you are an oaf but really you are just a kind hearted soul packaged in an oaf like exterior. Everybody loves you and bonus, you are super huggable.


Link: The Mega Harry Potter Character Test