Triman

I only ever read fan-fic written by an LJ friend. I thought it was good but I really have no interest in anything fan fic. No offense to anyone who is into fan fic but it is totally not me. 
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Cheech and Chong are smoking up and brainstorming on their stage act.

Cheech: I thought of a bit. We take Eddie Torres and put him in a stag shop. You, you get a blond wig and big fake boobs. I'm Eddie Torres, E.T. the Extra Testicle. I just go in with the 'meep, meep.' cause that is all he says. Then you ask me what I want and I only answer with the meeps.

Chong: We could do it. I would ask if you want like a blow up doll and you would 'meep' or 'meep, meep.' Then I could go to all the different sex toys and mime how to use them.

Cheech: You would show me then I would do it right there. I would start going at the pocket pussy.

Chong: I would try to stop you and everything.

Cheech: Then I could like jizz on you.

Chong: I would reach up and wipe it away from my eye.

Cheech: I miss being Eddie Torres.

Chong: Still I think we can do something better. We can top that shit.

Cheech: We'll act it out and make it bigger when we work on it.

Chong: We will, man.

Cheech: You are my director man.

Chong: I was thinking we do like a political thing. Where we campaign to outlaw drugs. We do it in a way that is over the top man. Where we say we'll give these drug addicts 10 years in jail for like smoking a cigarette.

Cheech: I can be a reformed smoker. I can preach it how messed up I was when I was on weed.

Chong: Yeah, the 20 year prison term for two joints turned your life around.

Cheech: The tight asses might like it too much.

Chong: Well the reason it will be funny is because it is us. They will get it. I want to do a cop thing too. A cop thing where they have a little thing for each other.

Cheech: You mean we finally break down and profess our love.

Chong: We'll be fighting crime and shooting guns then turn over a new leaf so to speak.

Cheech: You just want to kiss me on the mouth don't you?

Chong: That stuff isn't even shocking anymore though.

Cheech: Everyday on the street kind of stuff now. I think I walked past these two cop dudes making out in the cruiser just this morning. They were giving tongue to  each other. I pushed my face up against the car window to get a closer look but they stopped and looked at me so I took off. 

Chong: How about we do like a dog whisperer kind of thing? Except we get like a really bad trainer.

Cheech: Except we are the dogs. The trainer can be on the sound track.

Chong: I think I want to be the trainer. You can be the customer.

Cheech: I want to be the dog. You be the customer. We imagine the trainer. It'll be a good bit. It will work.

Chong: We'll try it. I want to say, 'You want me to do what to my dog?'

Cheech: That face is perfect man.

Chong: I know the dude is stoned. He thinks there is a dog trainer but there isn't.

Cheech: Then I'll start talking to him and shit as the dog.

Chong: Classic.

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That is enough fan fic for me. I don't think I will ever write fan fic again.

If you wanted me to come back to you from my affair with Facebook, taking over my screen with your ugly Best Buy ads is NOT the way to do it.

It's funny to me how the chiropractor can spend about 15-20 minutes working on me and I feel like I've done a very difficult workout. I'm a noodle right now, and I've got tons of fairly physical things to do. All I want to do is lay down and rest.

My back was killing me on Thursday. Between the treatment Wednesday afternoon and spending 8 hours in the car driving (well, I drove for 4 hours and was a passenger for 4--my daughter drove back--and that change in position helps a lot), I could barely walk Thursday night. It was the worst my back has felt during all of this. Friday, I walked and did my exercises and I gradually felt better and better. My run on Saturday felt good; the irony is the drive back was the most difficult part for me. Sunday, I felt good enough to run but skipped it to enjoy home things.

So today I went back and told him how I'd felt. He did all his manipulation stuff and told me (again) that, while I may feel pain one place, it is all a back problem and the seated position is just a big problem for my injury. Afterwards, I'm doing my exercises for the other doc and I'm simply weak. I can't complete one of my side planks, and my extended squats on the side that's been worked on send me into a sweat. I've just got no strength there.

Frustrating. I have every confidence in the world I'll come out of this pain-free and stronger and better off than before but I'm wishing for a little more progress at the moment.

I'm going to give it my all and try not to stroke out, have a heart attack or kill anyone before Christmas! Seriously, I think I need to take my blood pressure but I'm afraid to.
Anyway, screw it all...Merry Christmas to anyone and everyone reading this, if you care enough to follow me and my family know that I really appreciate it...thanks.

Laura Dunn's documentary, THE UNFORESEEN, was a breath of fresh air for me.

Focused on Austin's Barton Springs & the Aquifer, I immediately felt at home watching it, recognizing places & landmarks, faces & intonation.  These people are like my neighbors.  The place I love to swim.  The "Castle".  Even the politics of it all was familiar to me.

The official website says "THE UNFORESEEN is a powerful meditation on the American dream – on the destruction of the natural world as it falls victim to the cannibalizing forces of unchecked development.  It is an intricate tale of personal hopes, victories and failures; and of debates over land, water and the public good."

The correlation drawn between Austin's rich natural water source & our own circulatory system made the nightmarish content so extraordinarily organic for me.  "Pay attention" it said, without uttering those words.  Punctuated by my exclamation of "Oh my God" in response to the climax of the filmmakers through line, a watershed moment for a watershed issue.  The picture was delivered exquisitely.  I especially loved all the shots of faces, hands, eyes & nature.. just being.  Music serene & spiritual.  The colors & sounds so vivid.  Very well done.

It very much reminded me of many conversations jfrands  & I had during his 2 week outbound study program here, following me & my practice.  During that stint, we discussed at length a book about the cost of living.  (Maybe he'll pipe up & remind me of the name of that book.)  Adding up the amount of time we travel to & from work, time away from home & on the clock as well as time preparing for that job.  It was fascinating to find some folks literally make pennies for all the furious efforts they maintain to have a certain job.

We talked alot about tuning into the earth & striking a natural balance between what we want & what is best for the environment.  It's worth mentioning that after 2 weeks of following me around, the now M.D. told me that if he learned one thing from his time with me that he could take back & translate to his patients.. "It would be to listen."

And perhaps that is the message of this film, as well.  In all that we endeavor to create & develop.. first, let's listen.

Big Ups to triman  for sending me the DVD in celebration of my new TV!  =D

Anyone have experience with the POSE method?

http://www.posetech.com/

I just found out about it and it looks interesting.

Secondary question: Anyone try Chi Running?

xposted to runners

I really need to vent. I loathe the pressures at Christmas. I love Christmas. I love that I have Bob and the kids and our own family but fuck all the rest. My mother is pressuring me to do something that will only be painful and end up a train wreck. I'm not inclined to do any of this. Why does everyone think I should be the one to do EVERYTHING...for the love of fucking pete I have a family of my own, I've lost my favorite dog ever, I have a sick kid and one healthy kid and I need to sleep...yes, I've pretty much quit sleeping...hahahaha, and it's showing on me...seriously. I'm not a bad person, I'm far from it but god dammit leave me alone for awhile. What a dysfunctional family I come from, so does Bob, we are the normal one's and that, in and of itself is scary as hell. Baaaa Humbug asswipes.

My book of fiction will be Riding With The Queen.

This book is one of those random pick up at the discount book store books. It is a chick book but I couldn't resist buying it because it is about rock and roll and mental illness.

It was about a typical bipolar family. The single mom had some problems when she was young. The daughter took off and became a singer in bands. Then when she was older she returned home and reunited with her mom who was now receiving treatment and not being crazy. The daughter would hallucinate and would see the ghost of this blues singer who was her guide. It was a sweet fun book to read.

The thing that made me love it was the author said in the liner notes that this was a book about how she wished things could have worked out between her and her mother. The author's real bi-polar mother died before they could be reunited. This let me know it was very personal piece of fiction.

I think that is the way to write fiction. You write about real life things that are close to you and just let go with fantasy and imagination.

Skipping ahead to get this done I will write about a non-fiction book.

The last book I really loved reading was The Hungry Cyclist.

This British dude biked from New York to Rio searching for the perfect meal. It was a two year journey where he criss crossed the continents. It was one of those amazing adventure kind of books that I love. It reminded me of biking across Canada.

There are some books you read for the story. There are books you read to learn. There are books with themes and ideas. This book was just a book to read. Just a little story every day about a place and some food. It took a long time to read because I wasn't drawn into the narrative. I knew he would eventually make it to Rio and write a book. It was like reading someone's livejournal while they did really cool stuff.

Waiting for my boy to get back from driving his girlfriend home, so thought I'd post.

Today, I went out to Bastrop to do the long run that I missed because of my back. Everybody else in the training group was falling back this week, so I expected to run by myself at some point as I needed to do 25 or so. Except I found myself alone from the get-go; it seemed there had been some schedule change. Normally, I double check the webiste before I head out, but Diana and I had talked about what I needed to do the last Saturday, and they'd never moved a long run before...anyway, I was by myself.

It was probably a good thing. When I run by myself, things process. It's not like I intentionally go out thinking I'll think about difficult things or resolve issues; it just happens. Sometimes, unconsciously. I worked on some things that were really troubling me. By the time I was on my third loop (I did two long loops and one short one), I felt peaceful and unstressed. I think I'd go crazy without long runs. I'm not sure what I did to destress before I started running. I'm not sure I did anything.

The run was pretty slow. That, too, happens when I run by myself. I just don't care too much. I tried to make a point to make my loops pretty even. I'll know how successful I was when I write it down in my log, but I don't care right now. It was a very easy pace, and I surely could've done 30; I briefly thought about it, in fact, and decided that was overkill. Plus, I just wanted to get home.

It was a long day, and when I got back, my daughter and I made the buckeyes for our annual Lights Extravaganza. Well, we half-way made them; we made the center, and they need to be dipped in chocolate tomorrow. By dinner time, I was in a fog. We wound up going out to dinner instead of cooking. (I have had more alcohol and gone out to eat more in the last two weeks than probably in the last two months previously. Crazy.)

Boy, am I tired right now. Hurry home, honey, so mama can get to bed!

There is wisdom in the Pause.

( where I go on & on + TMI )

Capitalistmas is coming. That is what elven_ranger  calls it. This year it feels like it.

November really sucked. It was depressing and tragic. I got stressed out but not badly.

Until Thursday I was stressed out, grind my teeth stressed out. Then I got most of my Christmas shopping done and felt better. I had the pressure of buying stuff for people who don't really need or want anything.

Thanksgiving is quickly becoming my favourite holiday. It is one day and then it is over. Christmas has so much hype and commercialism. It is not a day, it is the Christmas season.

I told my niece and nephew that I was getting them vegetables. My niece was upset and said she wanted toys and candy. I told her vegetables are better than toys and candy. My nephew didn't seem to care. He recently inherited his dad's itouch. It has this motorcycle game that he loves. He is only three.

I got them good presents. My niece is getting a guitar. She asked for one and it was on her Christmas list. There were kids guitars on sale at this discount store for $35. I didn't have to buy it though. I won it in a draw at work. It was perfect. She is not getting vegetables.

Kids can't really handle the hype of Christmas. I remember needing to know what I was getting. Now in retrospect it was kind of mean to tell my five year old niece I was getting her vegetables for Christmas. She knew I was joking and kept saying, "Tell me the truth!"

Somehow it all worked out and the next day I won her present. Maybe telling her she was getting vegetables was good for my karma.

Being socially Christian means I usually flit & light upon a number of Christmas Parties each year.  Since I didn't commit to any out of state family visits, I'm taking the opportunity to come over to Austin for Christmas Week 2009.  Between all the internal & external changes I've been processing lately, I've decided to spend a few days at an ashram.

Barsana Dham is a retreat full of love.  While I may actually be more Zen Buddhist than anything else, I certainly enjoy Divinity in all it's forms.  From Sufism to Hinduism, Jaina to Taoist.. I am in love with it all.  When it comes to belief systems, someone once called me a "Blender".  Quite accurate.

Not only is this outlying Temple a perfect place for me to retreat, it will also serve my basic needs so that I may focus on the internal.  All meals are provided (Vegetarian).  I opted for a private room instead of dorm style, that way I have plenty of privacy & bonus.. I can entertain any guests who may wanna come up & tour the grounds with me.  I foresee many lovely walks.  General visiting hours are 8:15am - 10am & 3pm - 5pm only.   [Be sure to gimme plenty of heads up if ya wanna come visit so that I don't leave my phone & wander off God's know where & miss you.  Nooo.. *laughs*]

It's a nice blend of structured freedom, quiet repose & group adoration.  Besides the 3 mealtimes, I'll also be participating each day in Satsang (group meditation) at 6:30am & Kirtan (group chanting) at 7:30pm, Dec 22 - 25th.

I'm leaving Barsana Dham in the afternoon on Christmas Day & then I'll probably go check into a hotel somewhere downtown for the weekend.  I haven't thought that far ahead yet.  It's an evolving process.

So.. what are you doing Christmas Week/end?

Nerve conductivity test lasted almost 2.5 hours yesterday. She was in tears at one point with her daddy and I holding her hands. She was so strong. Her sympathetic nerves won't turn off...the nervous system is just unable to turn off for some reason. We're working to get on with treatment. I'll go into this as we progress. Several schools of thought. The fact that she's young is to her benefit, you can retrain the nervous system until the age of 20...more or less. She finished her last final today. She got home and got on the couch and has been asleep for about 3 hours, she's exhausted. She rocks. Rob finished his finals today...both of them are tickled, hell I'm tickled. He's off at a movie. As we move from this phase to the next I'll keep all posted. Decisions decisions.
At least it's not a tumor, it's not MS or MD.
I'm whipped today...and I feel like I'm getting a sinus infection or maybe it's cedar..whatever, I sure didn't need this...course, no time is good for that kinda shit.

A lot of coaches will say once you start a workout you have to finish it. The main reason is because quitting is a bad habit to get into. I am going to abandon this 30 day writing thing because it is getting kind of stupid.

Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago--I could do this easily because of facebook.
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently--Like you really need to see my ugly mug.
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy-since you put it that way, stick it.
Day 13 → A fictional book--A fictional book meaning a book that is not real. Hmm, a book that hasn't been written.
Day 14 → A non-fictional book--This would be a real book that exists in real life.
Day 15 → A fan-fic--Any fan-fic I would write would be suitable for the desk of Larry Flint.
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)--Whatever, like that is going to happen.

Actually I will stick with it. Day 10, a picture of me from over 10 years ago. This was from about 14 years ago.



This was my head shot from college. I was taking journalism. They needed a head shot on file for if we wrote a column. I was at least 50 pounds lighter then. I also had more hair.


Day 11, a recent picture.



This is me drinking at a friend's party. Yes, I am now a big fat drunk.

Many of you on my Friends List know Stephanie & Eric Nelson.  [ensnelson ]
I first met them several years ago at Poly Big Fun.
Two mad-about-each-other free spirits.

On Tuesday afternoon, Stephanie passed away unexpectedly at their home in Austin.  Funeral services will be held tomorrow (Friday) at 10:00 am with a reception to follow.  It will be held at Triumphant Love Lutheran Church - 9508 Great Hills Trail, Austin, TX 78759.  obit

Stephanie was a sweet supportive friend.  We will miss her dearly.

While I don't know what Eric may need at this time, please send him your loving vibes & hold him in your warmest thoughts.

Thank you to kulilinei  for informing so lovingly & passing along the information on Eric's behalf.

This is a picture of my dog with my sister's dog. I think this was taken in 2000.

I took this picture on a bike ride this year. I am posting it as a break from the dog theme.

Any pictures of this dude make me angry. I don't believe he is the Prime Minister of Canada. I just don't think about politics because I get angry and discouraged. I guess he is Prime Minister because the other options suck too. Pictures of Bob Rae also make me angry. That guy sucked so bad as the Premier of Ontario and now he is in federal politics for the Liberals.



I have been really enjoying writing about things that are my favourites. This exercise just makes me angry and sad at the story state of Canadian politics and our lack of choice.

Please see my other post with a picture that makes me happy. That made me much happier.

Pretty much any picture of my nieces and nephews makes me happy.

Pictures of my dog make me happy and sad at the same time.

This picture makes me happy. I swiped it from my brother-in-laws facebook. I hope he doesn't sue me for copyright.



These are two of my sister's three dogs. They are nice dogs, really they are.

ML has had a really good couple of days...last night was rough, she woke about 1AM with massive cramps in the foot and calf of the right leg...the calf was hard as a rock. Took me awhile to get it loosened up...her daddy fetched the heating pad and I worked on the spasms. After that calmed down it seemed like every 20-30 minutes it would try to go back into a full fledged cramp...so I stayed in her room and held her...we'd work the spasm out and then she'd go back to sleep on my shoulder. It wasn't a pleasant night for her but she got up and went to school and took two finals today...