Addicted to Blogging

I did not put the widget on my blog because I don't want it looking too messy but apparently I am 64% addicted to blogging. That score is a combination of blogging & reading blogs which I do just about all the time now. I found a website called Cats With Blogs and you guessed it, now I am thinking of letting Crash blog. My goodness, why not? He has a lot to say besides his meanderings on food and cat litter. He has some very strong political views. "MEOW!" says he. See?

Question for all Bloggers?

Do any of you know how to search for a specific blog on here; meaning I want to know if a name is taken by searching for the name I want to use. Any ideas?

The Road to Hell is Paved with Food

I am living in my own little hell today. Dear hubband had a stomach virus starting Monday, ending last night. Guess who has it today? Despite my best efforts to keep a distance between us, I am ill. Ugh. And do I listen to the very good common sense advice, "put nothing in your gullet and nothing will escape your exhaust pipe?" Of course not. What? "Why not?" you ask. Duh. I like food. I like to feel full. I like having energy. But right now lunch; lunch being two Italian shake-n-bake encrusted chicken tenderloins, one half cup Uncle Ben's Long Grain & Wild ready rice, one third cup of peas, two small pieces of garlic bread (made from a French loaf), and a small cup of green tea; is roiling around in my guts and I am completely regretting every last bite, especially the tea which tends to upset my stomach if I drink too much. Lesson learned? Probably not. Tonight's planned dinner is Smoky Black Bean, Cheddar and Spinach Burritos. I may not cook it (dear hubband can be persuaded, I am sure), but I will have to have at least one. I believe I could be mortally wounded with my innards lying about and I would not pass up the chance for a bite of Mexican food. There would be no sweeter last meal.

January Skyline

I just wish you all could have been there to see the most magnificent skyline tonight. Brett and I were heading home from the support site, heading toward the Mediterranean. The sun had already set but there was residual light. The entire length of the sky was a rainbow. I don't mean the curving kind of rainbow with a pot of gold at each end. I mean the entire length of the sky from left to right, as far as the eye can see was a rainbow. Starting at the ground the sky was red, above it orange, next yellow, then green, a soft blue and indigo blending into the night sky above. It was gorgeous! I was so engulfed in the view (and trying to keep my car on the road while I gawked) that I completely forgot to stop to take a picture.

Face Eating Mosquitoes?

Hmmm, is there such a thing really? Well, perhaps "face eating" is an overstatement but I am here to attest that these Italian mosquitoes like my face. Over the course of two nights, because these heinous, flying, buzzing, nuisances only attack at night, I have received 5 bites on my face alone. My left cheekbone is swollen, my very own hideous carbuncle (well, thank goodness it is not oozing at least). I look like a pubescent adolescent. I need a plan because I am sitting here as I type and two of those nasty, vile face eating mosquitoes have swooped at me. I'll bet they are planning their next offensive! Where's my DEET?!?

CHAOS!

The joke is on me. For the past two years I have worked on my spiritual side. I have questioned mightily my actions and reactions. I have watched. I have felt my breath, my inner body. I have asked, "Can I know with absolute certainty that it is true?" I have started the practice of meditation, actually felt myself growing calmer. I have affirmed. I have visualized. I have had glimpses of presence. I thought I saw a glimmer of enlightenment. Then BLAMMO! One situation out of my control happens and I revert back to brooding, pacing, stressing, thinking, thinking, THINKING until I want to rip my hair out. Have I learned nothing? Have I gained nothing from all of this work except maybe a delusion? I long so to be free of myself.

It is true that answers come when you take a step back and let go. I didn't do that exactly. In fact, I did something I don't normally do and that was think about the situation logically and then try to look at all possible solutions. It came to me today, after I let anger go and accepted the situation. There is more than one answer. The answer is win win (in my humble opinion) for all parties involved. I cannot talk with any person about it because of this damnable time difference. I am short of breath with thinking about it. I am impatient to tell. CAN SOMEBODY HEAR ME? PLEASE WAKE UP! What can I do to divert my attention for the next five hours? I might drive myself mad.

WTH

It really irks me when I want to write something & blogspot.com does not cooperate. WTH? (That's What The Heck cuz I am trying to stop the cussing habit).