the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Well, last night it snowed 1/4 of an inch. So they shut down all of Seattle and Tacoma. Isn't life wonderful?

A Gaelic Holiday

Well, I'm at my parents house in the dungeon where I spent my entire month of August. Today is not as busy as I thought it would be so since I had a minute or two I figured I'd post something here. First, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Or as I like to call it, Happy Stuff Yourself So Full That You're About Ready to Vomit Then Start Over Again An Hour Later day. It is funny how celebrating the union of two cultures from a long time past has evolved to eating loads of food with family and/or friends. Some people don't even recognize the holiday while some simply pass it over waiting for Christmas. If you're Canadian, you already celebrated Thanksgiving last month while others have yet to celebrate it.

Hopefully everyone will be able to take a minute or two out of their gorging to think of how our culture came to be and who we should truly thank for surviving during colonization.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Home, Where My Thoughts Keep Thinkin'

Well, I'm getting ready to head home tomorrow. I'll be leaving around midnight since it seems I avoid all the traffic that way. I'm really excited. Yes, the drive will be long but I'll get to spend some time with my family and friends. It's exciting. And since I won't be able to post anything for a few days, I'll post a Thanksgiving Poem I received now.

May your stuffing be tasty,
May your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump,
May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize,
May your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off of your thights.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Small Apology

Alright, pardon the post about not calling Monday through Thursdays. What I should have said is if you call on those days there is a very high chance that I will not call you back until the weekend, so please give me some time. Thanks for understanding. And if you haven't already, please go and read this blog. I'm curious as to the responses.

May Bay-Bee

One of my ex-coworkers sent me this. (Hi Debbie!) And I thought it was applicable so I figured I'd post it. It is one of those where you determine what your personality is by some trait, and it this case it is the month of your birth.

May

Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High-spirited.

A Little Reminder

For those who call on certain days, I love you, you're great, you're very important to me and I appreciate you. Please remember . . .

MONDAY THROUGH THURSDAYS I AM FULLY ENGAGED IN SCHOOL SO LEAVE ME ALONE UNLESS YOU ARE BURNING TO DEATH AND YOU NEED ME TO CALL 911!!!

Friday - Sundays are good days to call and I can actually talk. So if you call on one of the aforementioned days, you can understand why I won't call you back immediately.

Frogs, Clients and Therapists

I was reading this evening, and I really wanted to post this before I went to bed. It seemed, quite eye opening for me. I'll post the first part today and the rest later.

One sunny morning, a big frog decided to swallow all the water of the earth. It sat there proud, full. It looked like a mountain of water, blue and green, its skin almost transparent under the tension. It could not move; it was too heavy. So it just sat there staring at all the animals and humans gathered in front of it. "What are we going to do?!" cried all the living beings, "we will all die if it does not give back the rivers, brooks, and oceans." They prayed and begged the frog for three days to let go of the waters. But the frog would not move. The children were crying, the elderly suffering, and the desert sand could be seen creeping closer to the horizon. Something had to be done.

What would you do to attempt to get the frog to open its mouth and free the waters?

To My Nephew

Hey Javis . . .



Happy Birthday

Scooter!

Sorry I can't be there.