tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.comments2009-05-06T00:49:17.422-05:00Margaret Howardnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-8315806899449401752009-05-06T00:49:00.000-05:002009-05-06T00:49:00.000-05:00Thanks, PMRSC. For your TX version of protection!Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-71952435644735116222009-05-06T00:34:00.000-05:002009-05-06T00:34:00.000-05:00Big, badassed cloak of loving protection to you. Hope you don't need it anymore.PMRSChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08071730634876530147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-12703300694768289402008-11-18T20:05:00.000-06:002008-11-18T20:05:00.000-06:00I love you. This is awesome! As experience, as writing. Awe-some!<BR/><BR/>Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay<BR/><BR/>YayPMRSChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08071730634876530147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-90785521671662736272008-04-04T08:34:00.000-05:002008-04-04T08:34:00.000-05:00You, too, Stef. Thanks for hosting. We should do a potluck every couple of months, don't you tink? It was really inspiring. And I loved the cupcakes!Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-7215496977053088552008-04-03T18:39:00.000-05:002008-04-03T18:39:00.000-05:00It was so nice to meet you. Glad you could make it!Stefhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01248736087756634030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-56182955175952171052008-04-02T09:47:00.000-05:002008-04-02T09:47:00.000-05:00Yes. I shall call you!Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-91693190637858005882008-04-01T11:22:00.000-05:002008-04-01T11:22:00.000-05:00Yes Ma'am, I did paint that!Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-87895630430690934572008-03-28T23:01:00.000-05:002008-03-28T23:01:00.000-05:00Did you paint that??KELLY SCHMICKLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06855543273804405134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-63767743008315435582008-03-28T11:21:00.000-05:002008-03-28T11:21:00.000-05:00Sooooooo yes yes yes. No exhausted disgust for me!! <BR/><BR/>Also, way sad that The Boss is still a soul killer. <BR/><BR/>Pifft. Call me, huh?PRSChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08071730634876530147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-15412528460890633572008-02-15T19:44:00.000-06:002008-02-15T19:44:00.000-06:00Congrats!!!KELLY SCHMICKLEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06855543273804405134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-1248672430109750112007-12-28T12:20:00.000-06:002007-12-28T12:20:00.000-06:00Well, that sounds delicious, and delightful. Sorry about the surly teenager. <BR/><BR/>We had goose, which is also simple. And a tarte au poire a la bourdaloue which was not simple, but was super good. <BR/><BR/>Visitors are now gone, so I am basking in some introversion.<BR/><BR/>Holiday hugs!PRSChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08071730634876530147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-60177926392113683952007-12-02T13:49:00.000-06:002007-12-02T13:49:00.000-06:00Oh, honey, I'm sorry that you're under the weather and the gun and that people who have things to take for granted take them for granted. I send you health and endurance. I send them some freaky empathy.PRSChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08071730634876530147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-86816395265488053072007-11-06T14:02:00.000-06:002007-11-06T14:02:00.000-06:00Sasha: Thanks. But who are you, and how do you know I'm talking about someone named Frank? Identify thyself!<BR/><BR/>Yes, I too like the Jungian view that all in the dream is the dreamer. Mostly. Though of course that doesn't leave room for Visitations, as when my Nonie comes to see me. But that's beside the point.<BR/><BR/>And also yes to what you say about the dream trying to tell me something -- thus the title of the post. I'm just trying to figure out exactly <I>what</I> that something is. I have a 5year+ history with Metal Ox, and plenty of observation of the ways in which he is distant and manipulative, yes. But why is he God, for sure? The feeling that I have in the dream is very much like have if waking life when he doesn't answer my phone calls, or won't come when I need him. I feel abandoned and hurt. The astronaut, to me, is just the ultimate manifestation (besides death, I guess) of the distant he needs to create between us, his unavailablility. That part is easy for me to see. But there is something else I am not getting, clearly, or the dream would go away. I'm after the part I'm not getting.Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-51740908152119752007-11-06T13:51:00.000-06:002007-11-06T13:51:00.000-06:00Thanks, dear. Did you get the email I sent you, resonding to this post? Sounds good! Let's plan a cook-drin-talk night.Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-79854407872453471582007-11-03T11:15:00.000-05:002007-11-03T11:15:00.000-05:00Hello! How have you been? Sounds like your cooking gig went well. I've been thinking about that?<BR/><BR/>So, going to see the Dalai Lama? Do tell!<BR/><BR/>Only about four more weeks of school left. Shall we plan a night of cooking, drinking, and talking soon???KELLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06855543273804405134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-21545866135695488402007-10-31T20:58:00.000-05:002007-10-31T20:58:00.000-05:00It's easy, when we dream of someone, to think the dream is about them. But the dream is some aspect of them that we see in ourselves.<BR/><BR/>I believe everything in a dream is the dreamer. For instance, if I dream that my car won't start. I say to myself, I am a car that won't start. How does that make me feel? How do I feel in the dream? Dreams are first and foremost about emotions. Pay close attention to what you are feeling in your dream. <BR/><BR/>Frustration, anger, love. This is the real message of the dream. In my car example. I say, "I am a car that won't start. I am frustrated. I want to go somewhere and I can't go."<BR/><BR/>Then I ask myself, is there some part of my life that's like this? Am I feeling stuck? Am I frustrated? Am I feeling like my life is going nowhere?<BR/><BR/>In your dream, Frank could be playing the god part because there may be some part of you that thinks he believes he's god or that he acts like god. Or the dream may be saying, "he's not god, don't give him so much power." The Frank in your dream is not the real Frank. The Frank in your dream is the Frank you <I>think</I> Frank is (I hope this makes sense).<BR/><BR/>The fact that this dream keeps recurring is a definite sign that this is something that you need to deal with. Once you learn from it the dream will change or stop occurring.Sashanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-20923232594196560562007-10-17T14:28:00.000-05:002007-10-17T14:28:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-72680447719243818552007-10-11T23:25:00.000-05:002007-10-11T23:25:00.000-05:00The dream about the astronaut is not about a person. The dream means you are trying to connect with your spirituality and it's not working. You are frustrated. You feel like everyone else is getting through to God but you. You know for certain He is ignoring you and you are angry. The more you try to force it, the worse it gets. The dream is telling you to relax, don't force it.Sashanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-59077480208141743602007-09-05T10:06:00.000-05:002007-09-05T10:06:00.000-05:00Yes, I will! All you have to do is show up at my house and I will make you (and whoever the other voter might be) that souffle.Ms Unseen/MsF/Redlotusblossomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-90725805024194397242007-08-31T21:41:00.000-05:002007-08-31T21:41:00.000-05:00Does that mean you will reward the voters with a chocolate souffle?KELLYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06855543273804405134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-65735564026305265442007-08-17T13:22:00.000-05:002007-08-17T13:22:00.000-05:00Ya, you now have your own nickname. I like the "means something else too"-ness of it.<BR/><BR/>Eggs Benedict with mimosas happens to be my all-time favorite brunch. And is in the top rankings of potential other times of day meals, as well. Nice going, first try. There is a joint in Carbonale that makes the EB with avocado, which I think goes very superbly with the hollandaise. And, sad to say, I would start every day of my life with a mimosa if they wouldn't fire me at my, u-hum, aviation day job. It's only one of the five million reasons I'd rather be working at Sauce. Maybe one day they'll get wise and hire me! Here's wishing (said with my water glass in my hand, pretending it's a mimosa (or kir royale, my other current favorite). <BR/><BR/>BTW-- to get me to brunch? All it's take is a phone call! ;-)from Margaret Howard:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-91840623480051929152007-08-17T12:53:00.000-05:002007-08-17T12:53:00.000-05:00Yeah, a nickname!<BR/><BR/>In addition to the caterpillar roll, we had the "Jeff's Roll" (white tuna, seared tuna, black tobiko, sesame oil, cucumber, avocado, and soybean paper), "Shogun Roll" (Deep fried lobster salad, tobiko, asparagus, cucumber and avocado. Served with sweet wasabi soy broth), & I think the "Rasta Roll" which had tuna (and maybe crab) with mango and jalapeño.<BR/><BR/>I haven't been to I Love Mr. Sushi, but I've heard it's good. I'll have to try that soon!<BR/><BR/>By the way, I've been cooking up a storm the last few days. And I have to admit that I am really proud of myself. You'll have to venture over the river some weekend soon for brunch at my house. I'll make you some eggs benedict, which I mastered with one try, and mimosas. Yum.FCCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-85248701561227081252007-08-15T14:51:00.000-05:002007-08-15T14:51:00.000-05:00Yes, that's for sure. At least the uneducated patriarchally identified are being honest in their self-hatred. One thing I'm most shocked about is how little an undergraduate eduation seems to educate women.from Margaret Howard:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-62587795773860082362007-08-15T14:50:00.000-05:002007-08-15T14:50:00.000-05:00I appreciate the thought, and if I wrong about their gender... oh, wait, do you mean the 'pussy' part? Not the 'boys' part? I know. I struggle with that one. In the end I feel that the word does not describe femaleness. It describes whimpiness. But still... hum... what would I replace it with? What says it so well? What would make them <I>feel</I> it so well? Suggestions?from Margaret Howard:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16061398.post-67887884745511742042007-08-15T14:47:00.000-05:002007-08-15T14:47:00.000-05:00They're in Italy? Is that what the cc means? The info I found said Florida. What are you thinking Italy? I would rather they be Americans.from Margaret Howard:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16675619613726221764noreply@blogger.com