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My Life In 400 Words or Less?

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I seriously need to add some levity to this day!

One woman I was dealing with was on a tear!  She was SO unreasonable that at one point, just for fun, she was emailing me to mark a check mark on a piece of paper and scan it and send it back to her – three times!  She kept finding “something” wrong with the way I filled out her form.   I was born under a Grand Water Trine so this kind of energy feels good to me – how about you?  Yes, let’s get emotional, feel our feelings, have a good cry if necessary, let it all out and move on.  Let us not be jackasses to others because we feel crabby today.

In other news, our tax return was rejected on April 15 because someone had already filed under my name and social security number.  I spent a small fortune with the CPA this year getting our house sale and other matters straightened out, so trust me when I tell you I was not thrilled to death to hear that.  Yesterday I had a notice from the Is it Really a Scam department asking me to confirm my identity before they processed my 1040-EZ (ha! I wish!  our return goes on at length), so as it turns out it may have been a mistake rather than a fraud.  There is a man whose name appeared on the “fake” return with me who I’ve never heard of, but it turns out that he is a respectable professor who was born in my birth state and in my year who happens to currently live near me.  He may simply be getting elderly (!) or needs some eyeglasses and missed a digit.

Lori wrote Could You Tell Your Life Story in 400 Words when someone she hadn’t seen in 43 years asked her,”How are things with you?  Whatcha been up to since I last saw you?”  She suggested that if I wrote it, I didn’t have to share it.  I find it difficult to write and not share, you know what a kook I am that way, so extemporaneously and just to burn off today’s energy, here we go.

First thought, I cannot possibly do this in 400 words since most posts run from 1,200 to over 2,000, and that’s just on the topic of one train of thought.

Incidentally, my husband was just looking up,”How to make my wife shut up.”  The thing is, I rarely speak, but when I do, I want to finish my train of thought completely.  So does he.  Usually at the same time.

What have I been doing since I was 4?

I was born so that I would be 9 when we celebrated this country’s 200th birthday.  I remember sitting around the table at my parent’s friend’s house and using sparklers in their car port.  Everything was red, white and blue.  This was during the CB radio phase (Convoy!)and their Dad had one.  It’s like blogging and having Facebook today (well, kind of).

Then my Mom got sick with some unidentifiable disease for 25 years when I was “14 1/2” (according to one psychic – my Dad verified) and my best friend’s Mom died but mine lived.

At this point I realized I have a terrible memory AND a selective memory, so other than a few scenes that stick in my head like a movie, I have to ask someone else to remember my past for me.  This is usually my husband, father, Paul, or any of my girlfriends from Stuart Country Day School (44 girls in the graduating class, no boys).

When we graduated, we were all outside in white dresses and during the ceremony a butterfly landed on my head and everyone noticed.

I’ve been married twice and have two blonde boys who are night and day.

In between high school graduation and now, a lot happened.

How was that?

No good?  Well, I still have a few words left.

I appreciated Supernatural’s season finale because they played Can’t Find My Way Home , one of the best songs ever written, just before Dean was turned into a Demon.

I think all those years as a kid of fighting other people’s battles, being the counselor to all of my friends, knowing all of the answers because I read all about it before I knew they’d come along asking, and studying so hard were preparation for (intuitive?) work that’s yet to come, except for the battles I wage for my son, which is the only person besides my immediate family I would ever go to battle for now.

I learned to set excellent boundaries.  Not saying I’m perfect, but after a life of having no boundaries and being an unknown (to myself) empath I pretty much sit in nature, enjoy friends (including internet only connections, love how the world is so small now) and try to keep my juju in balance.  I learned to recognize that my pissy attitude was because I was taking on everyone else’s emotions, which led me to shut down and become a smoker just to wave them off and keep them away.

I want to re-learn yoga this summer and just bought a tumbling mat for me and my son to BOSU, balance ball and stretch/push-up our way to health.  It is currently in the garage breathing out all of its toxic fumes, which is ironic and also the reason why I have a giant bruise on my arm right now – I almost passed out and hit my elbow on the wall trying to get away from the fumes.  There’s an irony for you.

While I could tell you all about astral traveling, doing readings, being intuitive, and all of the technical aspects of what I’ve accomplished, do for a living, where I live etc., really all I have been doing since I was 4 is sitting here in nature, thinking, observing, listening, reading, learning and commenting.

Oh, and that’s my owl baby who is sitting right next to me.

Nature’s getting closer.

So if you also had a bad day – or especially if you didn’t – leave me one excellent comment about yourself.  Or don’t.  You have permission to be factual, ramble, or pull a completely (probably) irrelevant memory out of your butt.  Today is a special day.  Tomorrow will be, too.

If you know me, you might also want to write something about my past or me to jog my memory or that I might find relevant or nice to know in my old age with my non-memory.  Someone pointed out to me today that it was her 25th anniversary of her college graduation and since we are the same age, it’s MINE, too.  Oh dear.