tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-168019282024-11-01T06:35:26.003-04:00 A JOURNAL OF "BLUE MAILBOX" MOMENTS, SYNCHRONICITOUS EVENTS AND MEMORABLE OBSERVATIONS/INTERACTIONS/IMPRESSIONS...Carehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11022434797821371219noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16801928.post-86054700579341687232012-12-27T15:51:00.002-05:002012-12-27T15:53:12.846-05:00

Visit my new blog, Tipsy Yogi, at this Wordpress link Thanks!

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A crazy idea should never be voiced, particularly when it’s 2:00 in the morning. Furthermore, crazy ideas shouldn’t even be whispered when they sound something like “what if we didn’t drink any alcohol during the month of September?” And when you’re talking to a person who will be on a silent meditation retreat for ten days of the month anyway, you might as well not even open your mouth because

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I always smile big at the sight or sound of the first hummingbirds that return to our clematis vines each season. I can never think of the word clematis so, like a good student of Ms. Magnus’ Latin class, I’ve chosen to call it by another, easier to remember noun – Chlamydia. I can never remember the word camellia either, so it too is often referred to as Chlamydia. As usual, Doc B. puts up

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One month ago, I got a new job - a lateral promotion that came with an office and a door. No more cubicle work-life for me. There are three walls, a lockable door, a wall of windows, and a view of the Capitol (along with a view of the Five Points MARTA station, "Upperground Atlanta" and a McDonalds that recently scored a 46 on scale of one to 100). This is the first time I’ve been in

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Putting up with three of the four of us Clothing Line Clashes:  Banana Republic Mad Men meets Lane Bryant for Kids Can you read the magazine title baby brother or are you just looking at the pictures?  Yes, It's Playboy Never Looked Better - unless you count today! If you keep up with me on Facebook, you know that my dad recently received the Citizen Award,

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 Hoodie and a Fist Bump - Happy and cool...  I’m logging back into blogger after an almost two month hiatus. While it wasn’t necessarily on purpose, I have published at least one blog entry every month since September 2005. Wll, there was August 2008 that I missed for some reason and June and July of 2009 that got neglected for some other reason. I bet if I looked back on those dates I’d

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Wimp Yourself I’ve always known it, and yesterday confirmed it, I’m a wimp. Have been since I can remember and there’s no reason to believe I won’t remain that way. It’s caused me grief in the past and probably will in the future, but at my age, I’d say that’s just the way it’s going to be. I’m okay with it.  And I'm okay with my gravestone marker including the quote "she was so nice"...

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Urdhva Dhanurasana (Wheel) Due to the love/hate relationship I have with MARTA, I’ve often referred to it as my “inconvenient truth.” This past Friday, I found myself in one of the love phases. Not because it was actually on time. It wasn’t. Not because nobody had their pants so low to the ground that there were Calvin Klein underware in my face. They did. Not because 

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Sri K. Pattabhi Jois This past Friday was Guru Purnima. If you know what that is, without Googling it on Bing, you win the yet-to-be-determined lavish prize package, second only to those handed out to Oscar nominees. I didn’t have a clue what it was until Doc. B. got me into Mysore yoga classes 6 weeks ago. And if you know what Mysore is, without Googling it on Yahoo, you win the other

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The Grandmothers Slumber Party! Snow Monsters Tub Fishing  Every year when it hits July, I think of those lucky numbers, 7 and 11, today’s date. My dad was born on 7/11, so I’d say they are lucky for at least me, my siblings, my nieces and my nephews. I’ll let my mom decide for herself if those are her lucky numbers but I suspect that they’re in her top three. It’s always hard to

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Doc. B. called me at work a few weeks ago and asked me if I’d ever made up a bucket list. I responded in the negative but said I’d always wanted to. I spent the rest of my day, well, breaks and lunch, working on ideas. When we came home that night, we opened a bottle of wine and shared what items had made it onto our lists. What made my list? Okay, if you must know, here you go. And by

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It's Miller Time - should be a good Memorial Day Weekend for these ladies! I love calling my family. Makes me wonder why I don’t do it more often? One of the reasons I’ve never liked calling people on the phone is that I always feel like I’m imposing. Like I’m interrupting a much needed nap, the third course of a 5 course dinner, or the planning of a military coup . I can only

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Don’t tell my mom but… How many times have I started a blog with that line? I should go back and look. Okay, so let me start again. Don’t tell my mom but, I’m using pot. Neti Pot, that is. For those of you who’ve never heard of a neti pot, it’s a cheap, at-home, saline irrigation system that cleans out all of the crap in your nasal passages. Just heat up 6 ounces of water, dissolve in 1 ½

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What do you think of when you hear the words black bag?  I think of Marcus Welby, M.D. or other famous doctors who carried around cure-all potions and instruments in a leather black bag.  Or other times I might think of a really expensive purse that a co-worker or friend purchased that was pretty but not worth sacrificing that utility bill I really need to pay or that dental

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHSgAGeh8gw April 10, 2011 marked the 30th anniversary of my parents buying a two week share of time at the Sea Crest Surf and Racquet Club on Hilton Head Island. I’m sitting in the Dock Master, sleeps 8 Unit, as I type. It’s a two bedroom, two bathroom, pull out couch and bunk beds, 1980’s era (still) condo just a block from the beach.  Several of my

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 me and baby brother   I want one Million dollars for that rolling rabbit!  oh look, the cat likes the fake bunny!  With little Maddie Cat in a better place, it’s time for me to move back to a self-deprecating mode. Let’s start with a children’s poem to get us back in the groove. "Little Bunny Foo Foo Hopping through the forest Scooping up the field mice And bopping them on

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Madison: May 12, 1988 - February 27, 2011 Yesterday, Maddie enjoyed a stroll on the screened porch. It was a wobbly jaunt, but a walk in the fresh air none the less. She circled the perimeter, taking in all of the smells and sights. She lost most of her hearing years ago but I bet she heard a few birds too. This was her last moment in the sun, at least on this earth that is. After three days

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Thursday after work means two things.  Doc. B. goes to sangha to meditate and I make plans to go out for drinks.  I put that word in italics because it seems sacrilegious to put sangha and adult beverages in the same sentence.  But then again, Doc. B. saw the following bumper sticker yesterday: “Want a taste of religion? Lick a witch.”  I guess if that Wicca-supporting

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Ruby-Crowned Kinglet? I’m so grateful to have my J - O - B, but I'm not so much lovin' on it right now. In today’s economy, it makes little sense to spew "I hate my job" tirades when I have friends who don’t have them or have one that doesn’t pay half of what they previously earned. This caused me to start thinking of the many love-hate relationships in my dolce vita.  Or

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Come on people, it's just basil! Yeah, I know, we've all seen these questionnaires before - but they're fun!  Well, they're fun when you have all the time in the world, like when you are on your third snow day!  A new friend of mine sent this out with the following perfect intro: "This is a mindless break from other activities.  And a perfect day to receive/send because all we

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Last night I playfully busted the neighbor girls playing ding, dong ditch.  Here’s the routine: they ring the bell and I open the door to quiet giggles in the distance - but of course no one is in view.  So I hide patiently behind the front door, with a smile on my face, waiting for them to tip-toe up the front steps to try it again.  When the bell rings this time, I fling open the

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Lose weight, blah blah blah, drink less, blah blah blah, exercise more, blah blah blah, be more mindful, blah blah blah, don’t agree to your partner going on a week-long silent meditation retreat over new year’s eve, blah blah blah. Sounds like a pretty standard set of 2011 resolutions, eh? It’s strange and unsettling enough that January 1, 2011 marked the first time since 1776 that there has

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It's DISH Network, they want to know if we want to upgrade our service? I decided to take yesterday off of work to read the new Oakhurst Leaflet, wait for Christmas cards to arrive and get my energy up to watch Glee.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that our neighborhood newsletter had increased its font size and not so surprised that the first holiday greeting card delivered to our

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I rarely remember my dreams. But last night’s was so vivid, it stuck with me most of the day. Here’s how it went: I was driving the 4-Runner, Doc. B. was in the passenger seat. It was dusk and chilly. We slowly maneuvered the car into the back alley; the distance of 6 houses on our right and three on our left. I could see the light of the television in one home – the University of Georgia vs.

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Last weekend, right before we were to go to a rather large holiday shindig, I scraped my chin. Well, not really my chin, more like that area between your lip and your chin. Okay, it’s actually just below the right corner of my lip and closely resembles a cold sore the size of a dime that’s been placed in one of those coin crushers at the county fair. You know, flattened out into the shape of a

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