It is the winter of my… no, wait, that’s wrong. Four score and seven years ago… no, that’s not it, either. OUCH MY FREAKING TOE HURTS! Yep, that’s it. Its time for my semi-annual, autumn “you will sit and like it” foot/ankle/knee/toe injury. This year’s winner is the ingrown toenail from hell. I’m so mad that yes, I’m going to speak of my disgusting toe. I have a genetic predisposition to this plague. My mother had six of her toenails...
Tonight, I get the first attunement of my Reiki II attunement. To those of you who don’t know what Reiki is, Ima just tell you to google it. I’m running out of time, and dinner service awaits me. In preparation for my full attunement on Saturday, I am supposed to meditate daily and journal. On Thursday, I have to not eat meat (hahaha), no alcohol, caffeine or smoking. I smoke a pack/week right now, I don’t eat meat, I rarely drink anymore and I am a caffeine addict. Lucky for me,...
I had a weekend of pure work and vegging. Absolutely needed vegging, work to finish, but that’s cool. This week is totally devoted to the HM Online Harvest Fair (see me kick it off here!), my next paper on postpartum depression and my Reiki II attunement on Tuesday and Saturday. There is a very special friend flying in for the occasion, too, which makes the Reiki stuff even more amazing. NaBloPoMo is going well, so far. Although, I’m afraid that there is really not a whole lot of bloggable...
Honey, youuuuu and I! I just want you all to know that I wrote out a ton of words that made no sense, all based around the fact that I’ve survived two weeks with four children, mostly on my own, and I have lived to tell about it. But, those words made no sense, except for the part where I called myself “wicked cool,” because, let’s face it, I am wicked cool with a side of hummus. “So, Melia, what’s next?” you may be asking… Well, there’s the...
