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Of Hangovers and Stomach Flu
Hello and how are you?
Please excuse my cheerful demeanor. I may be laying it on thick because I still feel under the weather. New Year’s Eve I drank my ass off. New Years Day started with cold sweats, vomiting, headache, and diarrhea. Of course, at first I was thinking I have only myself to blame. Serves you right August for drinking so much last night. However, when it lasted throughout the night and yes into this morning; I had to concede defeat and accept the fact that I have caught the stomach flu that has been running through the countryside.
Being the constant optimist that people almost never accuse me of being; I have considered this a fine way to start the new year because I believe it portends better health for the remainder of the year. I have been able to keep food down, and I see that as a good sign as well. In the spirit of hangovers, I would love to hear your best cure for one. I would also like to hear your methods for defeating the stomach flu.
Have a wonderful new year!
August A.
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Catching Up
Well well well,
That absent blogger August A. has returned for one small encounter with her readers. DH is playing Black Ops, and I just finished some homework. DD is dancing around the house with the kitten to AWOLNATION that I am blaring from my computer speakers as I write this. (I ♥ Aaron Bruno, his music speaks to me, and to my loving DH).
So where does one begin when catching old friends up on all the goings on in a person’s life? I landed myself a new job. I work for a company that helps those with mental health concerns. Just taking my career one step closer to my ultimate goal. I have been rocking a 4.0 thus far in my masters degree program. My awesome mom and closest cousin both earned their bachelors degrees in the same week. I am so proud of both of them!!! My youngest cousin just had her first child, and she is adorable. I found a kitten many many weeks ago that was only 5 weeks old at the time on the side of a highway, and he is a monster now. I love him though. Never thought I would say that about a cat, they are typically despicable creatures.
So, despite how wonderful this all sounds we are still working on getting our finances back into shape after the move. We have experienced an increase in family obligations we were previously exempt from due to distance. An example of this is my DH and I pulling up carpet at my grandparents home because my grandfather does not have the sense to keep his dehumidifier on. The master and guest bedrooms are full of mold. However this was unnoticeable to him since he sleeps in the living room all the time. My grandmother will be moving back in soon after a time of convalescence, and she sleeps in the bedroom. We have to make certain she is not breathing in black mold as she sleeps at night.
My work has me in homes that are less than unhygienic. My clients have me breathing in so much second hand smoke because none of them have the sense to quit or to at the very least smoke outside the home. I am scared of many of them and trust none of them. I miss the security of massage.
The space needed to conduct massage is nearly sacred in a sense. It has to be to allow for two people share a quiet moment in peaceful harmony. The discord I deal with in working with these individuals in their home is not helpful to their conditions. They could use some quiet time in a massage room. I am reminded of the clinic I would one day like to open, and realize more each day that I am going to need to become certified in craniosacral therapy. I would like to work more with somatoemotional releases than the unproductive work that I am currently involved in.
I like watching my career develop and follow a path that seems to have been laid out directly before me, guiding me to the one place I belong in life. So many aspects of my life have had the same experience. The circumstance under which my husband and I met were nearly as guided as the way my career currently is. Please share your stories of the guidance you have had in your lives, I am always interested to learn more about how we move and interact with one another.
That is all for now,
August A.
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Back in Missouri
The move is complete. So much of our belongings are missing. I am frustrated on so many different levels.
We found a home that is part of a shop, with beautiful walls made of golden pine. There is not much in the way of storage, and the gentleman who owns the home was not eager to rent either. So many aspects of this new life are working out but failing at the same time.
My DH and I are working hard to find places of employment. He has had some job offers that he is considering, but he does not seem to be willing to commit to any. Again, they seem like a good fit, but not completely. I have had a job offer that will be an excellent fit, but they will potentially not hire me for a reason that is now beyond my control. I must wait and see how this plays out.
I found a kitten on the side of a busy highway, where the speed limit is 60 miles per hour. The poor fellow was only 6 weeks old when I found him. He is now getting fat and fiesty. My husband and I are not cat people, so this is another large adjustment for us.
My grandmother is ailing, and I am providing the majority of the day time care for her. She is grumpy for good reason. After a broken hip, broken collar bone, hip replacement surgery I would be grumpy too.
As for the good news, the home we are renting is close to family. We have a big support system, although everyone seems to be stretched very thin right now. I am plugging along with the masters degree. I hope that we can find some resolution to the other issues. I also apologize for the large gap in communications.
August A.
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Yoga and Witches
So I have this massage patient who is very esoteric in nature. We have discussed in the past that he attends yoga sessions, and I am no stranger to yoga myself. However, I had a dream that he was teaching me yoga. So I am left wondering if my body is saying “get your butt back to yoga,” or if I am supposed to stay in contact with this young man because in some way he is supposed to enlighten me.
My other dream was of me in a bar with friends. We were getting ready to play shuffleboard. Someone mentions to these friends that I am a witch (not in real life folks), we discuss it quietly to ourselves.
At some point I leave the table and head to the bar to get a refill on my beer. While there I am asked to provide massage to a patron who is laying over two bar tables holding his low back in pain. I begin to massage him, when another woman walks into the bar with a hood pulled down over her face.
She declares she is here to challenge the local witch to a duel. After this proclamation she begins to wave her hands in the air supposedly developing an incantation to do battle with me. I immediately am able to see her aura and can tell she is not a true witch because in order to complete her spell her aura is limited to around her head and a tiny bit around her hands. The bit around her hands is reminiscent of a sparkler. I cast a quick spell that sends her back out through the door, and I turn around to sob into the arms of Paul Bettany. I have no clue what my subconscious wants of me from this dream.
Sweet Dreams,
August A.
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Aliens and the Government
So my best weird dreams always come in the morning time, which seems to be when most people have their craziest dreams. I am not certain how many of you remember that my goal is to become a clinical psychologist. So the dream begins that I am at my grandmother’s home. In the dream it is my home; I have already achieved my goal and I am a clinical psychologist.
I receive contact from the government that they are dealing with a problem. They have language experts and cryptologists working to interpret alien writings. The government is requesting that I work with abducted military members who have been returned home that have an intense fear of bright, white light. I learn through working with them, that the aliens use this bright, white light to control the men and women of the military. Something about its wave length penetrates into the mind through the ocular nerves to create pacified drones, allowing the aliens to use these humans anyway they wish. Much like with hypnosis, these military personnel whenever exposed to this light become fearful at first (to the point of panic), but then quickly revert to calm, and awaiting further instruction.
The dream ended with a bright, white light illuminating the entire external portion of my house. I had a dream about UFO’s last week, and prior to this I have not dreamt about aliens/alien topics.
Love to hear your thoughts, or share your dreams with me.
August A.
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HP 7 part 2
Hello again.
I am back from another night out at the theater. We watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. Honestly it was even more spectacular and beautiful to watch than part 1 had been. It was gritty, and it flowed very well. Fans of the books are going to be disappointed that so many liberties were taken with the details, but the same point is made.
My DD noted that for a large portion of the movie, I was dabbing tears from my eyes. I only cried at two points in the book, but the movie had me crying for probably half an hour. I hope that gives those who tear up easily a cue to bring tissues when you watch this film. Emma Watson has certainly blossomed into a fine actress, while the other children seem to still be too stiff in their delivery. Molly Weasley has her big moment in the battle scene, unfortunately I do not think the anger was conveyed the way it was in the book.
My DH who has been disappointed with every single Potter film, deemed this one the best of the series. I’ll share with you that he is a bit of a movie snob, so that is saying quite a bit if he loved it.
I would love to hear what your thoughts were on this movie, or on any of the others in the series. Did anything really annoy you? Did anything standout as really well done? Did you cry?
Get back to you again soon.
August A.
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Hello again,
Must be a full moon or something that has me writing again so soon…
I have a male cousin who is married. He has always been a bit socially awkward, and his health has been poor for much of his life (bad knees, bad teeth, etc.) He married a woman who is simply put, the female version of himself. They both simply look, act, and speak as if they come from the worst gene pool imaginable.
Most weeks I get to read about three or four posts between the two of them about how each is the love of the other’s life. How lucky they both are to have each other, how they cannot wait to see one another, how their family is so perfect, how they are married to the most perfect person in the world; these are all common topics for them. The word darling is thrown around excessively too. I know that I use the abreviations DD and DH, but that is not the way I speak in real life.
Conversely, we also are permitted to read about all the drama they deal with in their lives. Currently it seems that my male cousin did something wrong, she has either moved out or is staying somewhere else for the time being, and he is posting pictures of her all over facebook letting everyone know how special she is to him. Rather, he is putting us in the middle of their drama, and trying to woo her back with these saccharine sentiments.
When others ask if they are able to help, if they need to talk, what is going on etc. they always become cryptic at that point and say that they do not want to talk, “just making statements”. I was finally unable to take it any longer. I wrote a private message to this cousin and I told him to stop sharing his business with his wife over the internet for all of his friends and family to read. I was not harsh, I reminded him that the people he is associated with on facebook care about him. I would like to unfriend them, but alas we are family. By unfriending him on facebook I would receive the wrath of his slightly drama seeking parents as well. Hiding them seems my only option, but even that seems inappropriate.
How many of you have friends or family members who over share their drama/love? I fortunately do not have friends who share their every activity on facebook, but how many of you have friends who commit that social network crime? Have you ever confronted any of these electronic parasites? I have not heard back from my cousin yet, and his feed still shows up on my account. I hope this means I did not offend him too much with the slight chiding and offer of help.
Have a great day,
August A.
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