A New Earth

You're not going to believe it! I'm participating in Oprah's webinar! I bought the book A New Earth by Eckhardt Tolle. This first event is on Monday. Apparently there are hundreds of thousands who have reserved a FREE web seat. That makes me a part of something really big! It feels a wee bit silly to be doing this but then I started reading the book. The first chapter or so is, well, pretty "new agey" but very soon after that he (Tolle) starts to make some very good points. His writing is dry, very dry, but thats because he is brilliant, I guess. I'm sure some of my "Reality" friends would object at his book but.......whatever. So far, I have seen that what he teaches is actually in sync with what Jesus taught, he just puts different names on things. At any rate I recommend the book very highly. It would also be so very fun if someone else I know would do this with me! I'm just saying! What else do ya'll have to do? Love ya.....

Graffiti

I was just going over some old photos in my computer and found these. They are pictures that Matt took in Nicaragua. Of course it is graffiti. I wish I knew more about this culture. Matt is really a great graffiti artist. I've seen his work on paper (and perhaps in town but didn't know it was his). There is so much more than simply defacing public property, to this form of expression. Is it wrong because it is on public property? If so, what about that poster artist guy who went around gluing his political protest posters all over town. He was sort of a hero. People were willing to get arrested to glue up his prints. I can't remember, exactly, what his issue was. I'm sure it was a political figure, but not a president. Maybe a mayor??? I'm thinking that he targeted more than one person and or issue. I'm sure Scott, Jennifer and Mon know just who it is that I'm speaking of. They are soooo smart, those guys! Anyway, I personally think that graffiti is kinda cool. Matt once shared with me that everyone has there own style and name, like a nick name. He said that what he saw in Nicaragua was different from anything he's ever seen. To the ordinary person it looks all the same so what I want to know is, what are the differences. What makes one better than the other. What constitutes a great work. I love this swirly one. The movement and color use is brilliant, I think. And then there is the restaurant in SB, on Milpas, that has a huge brick wall that seems to attract graffiti like lead to a magnet. The owner of the restaurant was tired of painting over the graffiti so he hired someone to paint a beautiful mural that depicted alot of what SB is about. It was graffitiesque. So of course, the cops (dirty rotten coppers) made him paint over it. What???? This world. Honestly.

TGIF

Hello world! Its me! Gita. Feeling great. It's Friday night and I'm alone and lovin' it. Really! I never thought I would enjoy myself so much. I find myself talking to....well....me, alot. They say ("they" being the expert people who know everything about everything, like, how hard big people will fall, and, you don't need to buy milk when you can get free cows, and just exactly how sharp the sharpest tool in shed is) , that talking to yourself is only bad when you answer yourself. That's dumb. What use is there in talking to someone (even if it is me) if they don't answer you back.

I am reading "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. This book became so trendy to read that I almost boycotted it. Silly thinking, I know, but I simply don't trend bend (unless it suits me to do so). Oprah has so much power that any book she endorses automatically becomes a NYTBS even if it's not a good book. Don't get me wrong, I like Oprah but it just feels wrong to buy things just because she says so. So, I wasn't going to buy "Eat Pray Love". But I did. And I love it. So you should buy it too. There is a part in the book when she (Elizabeth or "Liss" as Mr. Medicine man says) is in Bali and her Balinese guru teaches her how to meditate the Indonesian way. He says to sit and smile. He says to even smile in her liver. Sounds very philosophical indeed but, really. In her Liver? I took the challenge. I was at Mrs. Dupees and decided to smile for an hour. Trouble came when anyone came around. I quickly dropped the smile as it became sort of like putting on a face for a politician that you really hate hate but must remain politically correct so you smile. Kinda like that. After the person who came around would leave, I would smile again. Like the creepy politician just walked in the room again. Mr. Medicine man from Bali said that if you did this you would statically collect "happy energy" from the universe and we all know, I need happy energy. Maybe it worked because I'm here on a friday evening, alone, and I am happy. Really!

Pee

New post. All is good. Mrs. Dupee had a little stroke on Monday which sent her to the hospital in an ambulance. She never likes that. She was talking garbly gook. It was kinda cute. She would try to say something which would come out this way..."gundy per codter"...which actually meant..."try calling the doctor"...but then she was able to say " isn't that ridicules". The E.R. Neurologist said she had a stroke but nothing showed up on her MRI. It didn't really seem to phase her as she spent all day today (literally) complaining about whatever she could drum up to complain about. Actually that's a good sign. She is back to normal.

Fishing is only two weeks away from the new season. I'm going on a charter the beginning of March. I want to take Matt and Rachael but with the season just starting and I would've had to get a bigger jump on the payment for the reservations. Soon, Matt and Rachael (sorry Ian, Rachael's gotta have a little girl time, ya know). Good news is that my club put together a fundraiser cookbook with some really great recipes. Many recipes that cook whole fish. Not deep fried, but layer on a bed of bay leaves ,that is layered on rock salt, then drenched with seasoned olive oil and butter, for example. Another one calls for little slits in the side of the fish that you fill with slices of ginger. Yum! Great for rockfish, snapper, whitefish, chucklehead etc.

Tomorrow Jennifer, Mom and I are house hunting. Knucklehead ( I shouldn't say that. I don't really mean it. He's a good person. I'm not bitter. I really love this learning phase of my life. Wouldn't trade it for a loaf of bread. ) is putting the pressure on to sell the house. I guess if I can put my share of the equity right back into the real estate market then it's "half a dozen of the other".

Some great things are:
I like being my own self. Go figure. I'm kinda fun all by myself. Well, with Dizzy.
I have a blog.
Of course there is the fact that my kids are healthy, fun and happy.
It has been sunny the last few days, and warm!
I got my own car insurance. All by myself. Actually it is no big deal but I might as well list it with all the other great stuff.
Oh, the best news, Betsy's one month old baby goats that were stolen, were found "randomly" "wandering" some trail on San Marcos Pass.....by a goat rancher! Uh huh! At least they are back with Mama.
Actually there are too many good things to list as I really have to pee, so, ciao!

Upper north fork river rafting 2006

Just learning how to add a pic

Vomit

What to say......humph......well, I guess I can say whatever I want because this is my blog and thats the purpose of having a blog. As a matter of fact, I'll just bet blog stands for "blubbering long orations from Gita" or " because life overwhelms Gita". It's not like I have to have any kind of critical writers format. A beginning, a middle, an end. No morals here. Just vomit. Verbal vomit. Like the stuff that's always going on inside my head, even though I have become pro at keeping it in my head or else I would be walking around with verbal vomit swirling around my body, like the dust around that Charlie Brown guy. However, I do have something to say to the universe, as a matter of fact! I AM NOT CRAZY! My shrink told me so. So there. I am also not abusive. I am, however, sweet, genuine, caring, compassionate, fun, smart, funny, talented, and probably more but for the fact that I am also humble, I'll stop there. Notice that crazy is not in the list of what I am. Although I don't feel it right now I know this to be true; I am also strong and I am going to be ok. I have a great family. I love my sister and my mom and I know they believe in me. My kids are GREAT and they believe in me too. There will be life after you know who! For shits sake!

Mom, Your comment was so good. I guess thats my Kriptonite also because I REALLY hate those little people too. I suppose we can have more than one Kriptonite. You know what else I really hate? People who barely know you but send you political forwarded emails. Like the woman from my fishing group who sent me a anti mexican immigration punch, complete with a defamatory picture of four fat mexican men with no shirts on. I really hated that.

Superman

Question of the day; Whats your kriptonite? One night, sitting around doing nothing, the kids started talking about irritants, like Katie and her aversion to food touching each other etc, and Otis said something about something being his kriptonite. That such a perfect words for irritants. Mine is cotton in the mouth. Or napkins. Napkins are the worst. When you bite them they kind of squeak and it makes my skin crawl. I literally can't tolerate it. Makes it very hard to sit still in the dentists office. Augh! So, whats your kriptonite?????