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The coolest thing just happened.

Erica text messaged me to say that a friend of hers had come into the tattoo shop, and was wearing a bird’s nest necklace. E. asked if it was one of mine, and the girl said she didn’t know who this Deirdra person was, but EVERYONE asks her that. She tells me what it looks like (goldy-bronze with weirdish pearls), but Oh! Her friend got it in North Carolina.

I check my records, and realize I’ve actually made a nest of that description and sent it to North Carolina.

I fire back, asking if she knows a woman named H. I made two nests for her, each going to women she loved wholeheartedly.

Bingo! The nest on the left went to the woman who is now H’s roommate.

So I once made a nest and sent it winging away to North Carolina, and now, it’s come back to roost.

I’d like to take this opportunity to say that this is a rare instance, and purchasing a nest will not force you to move to Mississippi or anything like that.

I’m taking a break from feeds, blogs, social networking, etc. until my life is less of an oily, hyper-caffeinated ferret (no offense, Mr. Ham).  I’ll be checking email often because my job warrants it, but less regularly than usual. I still need to write up my yoga stuff, but that’s not really blogging. That’s homework.

Feel free to contact me, though: just be forewarned I might be slow.  Locals take note: phoning/texting me might actually be more reliable than email for once.

Good Stuff

• Anusara Immersion: Bhagavad Gita studies, plus Tattvas next time around.
• Square Foot Garden: commence! I have 21 plots of forthcoming tastiness, including lots of basil, tomatoes, and chili peppers. Basils, tomatoes and chili peppers rule my summery world. I recently purchased some lovely heirloom tomatoes for eating, and I hoarded the seeds. Since I don’t know the varieties, I named them for fun: Rhumba Panties! Tangerine Coinpurse! Sneaky Stoplight!! I have crazy happy Rainbow Lights Chard, spicy Mesclun mix and wintry squash seeds for later. Loving husband wandered endlessly around stores at my whim, and then braved the sun while using power tools. Yay, loving husband!!
• Friday was fixed on, er, Friday. She has been extraordinarily sweet-natured to us since.
• Teaching Yoga: I taught my first studio class in a million years last Thursday. I’ve been meaning to post about it thoroughly, but I’m facing the sudden and pressing reality that I am teaching THREE classes in the first week of June. If you were coming to my class, what would you want to do?
• My sister‘s tenth birthday is in a week. We’re trying to make it pretty special for her. She’ll be spending the summer in Florida, and I hope it’ll be completely awesome.

Bad Stuff

• Steroid shot for crazy flare. Steroid + weekly immune suppressants = double suck.
• The dogs fought last Saturday, and Matthew and I were caught in the crossfire. M. got bitten once, and I got two nasty puncture wounds. We went ballistic and tried to cleanse the wounds of the contagion. Matthew’s was great!
• My left hand swelled up like a balloon. No, seriously. It was so bad that when I was sitting in the doctor’s office, I was quietly chanting Don’t pop… Don’t pop… Don’t pop…
• Antibiotics that make me delirious and sweaty + Antibiotic Shot + steroid shot + weekly immune suppressants = Ridiculous crazy quadruple suck.
• Friday has Evil Tail Syndrome.  Seriously.  I wish I was kidding, but for the last few months, at least daily, she freaks out, attacks her tail viciously, screams in pain and does it again.  It’s very disturbing. Anyone else out there with a completely neurotic animal who thinks its tail is out to do them harm?
• Yoga really sucks when you are having to hold awesome ever-improving alignment without using the two outer left ball mounts/fingers.

Sleep now.

Migrating to WordPress broke my birthday fund button. Here’s a link.

Happy birthday, wonder girl.  I realize you’re very busy sussing out things like breathing and eating and GRAVITY, but hi!  Welcome to the world, beautiful girl!!!

We actually have power and intarwebz.

Here’s what happened in our neighborhood. Most of the trees around here start branching out well over the tops of our houses, so a lot of these pictures don’t accurately portray the soul-crippling magnitude of these downed limbs.

http://picasaweb.google.com/birdofparadox/TornadoApril42008

I loathe this holiday, mostly because people don’t get the difference between righteous pranking and behaving like a childish asshole.  My mother (smartmouthed trickster she was) ascribed to the former school, and chose to die on April Fool’s Day eleven years ago.  It was an appallingly perfect sunny day. Today, it’s a dreary, miserable day, which means it’s perfect tattooing weather.  I’m making an appointment for a tattoo that will serve as a constant reminder of her, and all the things and people in my life that keep me strong.

I read too much I Can Has Cheezburger and I Has a Hotdog.

This morning, I received an email entitled  Mississippi Symphony Orchestra BRAVO! series 25% discount on Saturday dinner.

My brain could not process Saturday.  It insisted it said Caturday.

Folks, I am sick and need help.

I decided to move the majority of my writing from LiveJournal to a proper blog because I disliked the idea of a company being able to censor my opinions, or topics that made their Board of Directors uncomfortable.  I, too, am uncomfortable, because I’ve had a LiveJournal account since 2001, and the thought of hauling myself away from the torrent of words leaves me feeling “friend”less and naked.

The community at LiveJournal is incredible, and I’ve forged many valuable friendships through the site.  I’m still going to be reading, and possibly cross-posting.  Has anyone found a decent feed reader that handles LJ permissions well?

Jill was kind enough to create a Syndicated Account for this blog, so those of you who want to keep up with me via LJ are free to do so.  Just, PLEASE, comment here (and use OpenID, because it’s both easy and awesome.)

When I think of my country, I think of the men and women who said they’d rather do without their tea, without their luxuries, without their necessities and even their lives if they didn’t have a fair say in the way they were treated. I think of the indictment of a terrible tyrant, and the subsequent declaration that this republic would stand apart from tyranny and religious oppression. I think of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.

That said, we do not have a yellow ribbon on our vehicle, because I am the type of person who would rather send care packages overseas than buy a magnet. I am not the sort of person who plaster the truck or my clothes with the flag like it’s another designer brand.

I registered to vote the morning of my eighteenth birthday. I actively take part in our government as a concerned citizen. But I absolutely disagree with our nation’s current public and foreign policy, and I sat in a bathroom stall at work today and wept for what happened six years ago, and the subsequent mess.

I do not feel the need to prove my patriotism, nor do I feel that putting a sticker on your car dissolves anyone of any further civic duty. I would rather feed a mouth than wave a flag. I love my country, but hold no love for our president or his agenda. You CAN love your country when you’re not very proud of it, just as I know you can love someone who makes maddeningly bad choices.

I am thankful to know so many thoughtful, intelligent, compassionate people who are serving our country in various ways, just as I am thankful to know so many who fully embrace the concept of citizenship. I am just disgusted that those of us who don’t ascribe to a somewhat nationalist sect of patriotism are seen as unpatriotic, or that we have somehow forgotten 9/11.