Witches

I am finally reading "The Witch of Portobello", by Paulo Coelho. I've been intending to read it for a while now, but life kept getting in the way. Well, life and the fact that procrastination is a hobby of mine. Check my profile, I don't lie. Haha. I LOVE Paulo Coelho. I always include his book "The Alchemist" in my list of all time favorite reads. I love his use of metaphor and symbolism to tell a simple story. He is deeply spiritual without being overtly religious. Anyway, I'm only a little ways into this book, but I love it already. Why did I procrastinate on this one for sooooo long? One passage has already gotten itself stuck into my brain:

"We women, when we're searching for a meaning to our lives or for the path of knowledge, always identify with one of four classic archetypes.

The Virgin (and I'm not speaking here of a sexual virgin) is the one whose search springs from her complete independence, and everything she learns is the fruit of her ability to face challenges alone.

The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, surrender, and suffering.

The Saint finds her true reason for living in unconditional love and in her ability to give without asking anything in return.

Finally, the Witch justifies her existence by going in search of complete and limitless pleasure."


Which one would you identify with?

But anyway, Mr. Coelho is one of my most cherished friends on MySpace (except for my family/ friends on there. You all are, of course, cherished way beyond Paulo...). Actually, I have once again grown tired of MySpace, but I keep my profile page up there because Mr. Coelho does write the most amazing blogs on there and he does this at least twice a week. I look forward to reading those. Also? He makes a huge effort to answer personal messages on there, which I think is just cool beyond belief. I don't actually write to him a whole heck of a lot. In fact, the only time I did write to him was to send a few words along with my friend request. But he answered me. And he thanked me for letting him know how much I enjoyed his work. I was all excited about that because he is a super-star in my most humble opinion.

P.S. Although I don't spend much time on the MySpace scene anymore, I DO keep in touch on Facebook. If you are so inclined you can find me here:

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Human Error

I don't talk about my work here on this public blog. It might not be prudent, and although its not exactly top secret information, I don't want anything to get complicated because I disclosed information, or whatever. But today, at my office, something went missing. Something that should have been made readily available to a certain Mr. Pitts, if everybody was on top of the customer service thing. He had been called and notified that this item was ready for him to come and pick up. And by the time that he got there, aforementioned item disappeared into thin air. Chaos errupted, and everyone in the building was asked to stop what they were doing and help out....go through their own desk-office-area, go through someone else's desk-office-area, or do whatever it might take to find Mr. Pitts missing thingie. I glanced around my desk a bit, but I am organized enough to know when something is out of place. I was relatively certain that whatever it was that Mr. Pitts needed, I DID NOT have it.

Anyway, the chaos and havoc continued for a while longer, until somebody got smart enough to check and see if Mr. Pitt's thingie got filed under the wrong name, for whatever reason, like, you know...human error. Its unfortunate, but it happens. And then there it was.

Filed under 'T's",for...you know...Mr. TITs. HAHAHAHA! I don't know who made that mistake.

I doubt that it was intentional, although with the bunch of crazy characters that I work with, I guess anything is possible. And although Mr. Pitts was seriously NOT amused, it made me chuckle for the rest of the day.....hehehehehe.

And, in keeping with the "Mr. Tits" theme of the day, here is some interesting advertising space if anyone feels so inclined. And no, it is NOT me. I am not quite so well endowed as this woman.

I think this is someone in England, actually. But if she wears this outfit, then I am pretty sure the message will get noticed a whole heck of a lot.

My new favorite shoes

These are my new favorite shoes. They look like a mary jane, but fit and wear with all the comfort of a sneaker. I bought them in brown, and loved them so much I went back and got them in black, too. I'm having a fit lately with my feet. I hate it. Its part of the ongoing Thyroid saga.....its wreaking havoc with tendons at the moment. I don't think its permanent, but right now its not alot of fun. I've been shoe shopping....trying to find cute AND comfortable. It's not easy. I've been so frustrated over the whole thing that I did a major closet clean-out, and I gave away every single pair of shoes that has ever caused me a moment of discomfort. It ended up being a whole heaping pile O' shoes. I'm being really picky about the replacement shoes that I buy. It absolutely HAS to be comfortable. And not too heinously ugly. And that narrows things down a whole lot. I can't live in sneakers for the rest of my life. I can just see me showing up at Stephen's wedding in a formal dress and huge sneakers ....Clearly I need to be out there shopping for comfortable heels.

Happy Things....

After a 2 month hiatus, finally.....FINALLY my favorite show is back with a new episode tonight.

House is in the House!!! Yeah, ok, I probably need to get a life, but it makes me happy.

And its Monday...again

Stephen King's latest novel came in the mail today. From my book club. This is what? Like his third or fourth novel since his retirement, when he claimed he was finished with his writing career...? Uh, whats up with that Steve? Haha. This book is getting really good reviews though.

I can't wait to dig in. Even though in all honesty, his last book "Lisey's Story" just didn't do it for me. I tried and tried to read it. I kept getting about a third of the way through, and putting it down for so long that I had to start back from the beginning because I had lost track of the story line. I know for a fact that I read that first third of the book at least 3 times, before I finally forced myself through it in its entirety. I hope this one is better. I have a compulsion to read everything Stephen writes. Even if it feels like work....

How is it Possible?

How is it possible for a week-end to go by soooooo freakin' fast, when those week days just drag on and on and on? I don't understand it. So, its almost Monday again. I have been meaning to write a little blurb about the death of Heath Ledger last week. I was really shocked when I heard that news. He was such a cutie. One of my favorite actors. Maybe even on my top ten list...? I still don't know much about the details surrounding his death. I just can't get into the constant onslaught of celebrity news and gossip. I just know he is gone, and that makes me really sad.



Anyway, just so we won't start the week completely bummed out, I want to share this neat little thingie I found. It sooo makes me want to tear out my current bathroom and do a total makeover. I don't want to overdo the fish theme around here or anything, but how cool is this?

I LOVE it. Unfortunately, I doubt hubby would be able to tolerate having it in our house. This one time, years ago, when the kids were....well, Stephen was in 8th grade, playing baseball on the school team. I have no idea why I remember that. But anyway, we had an aquarium. And somehow during the course of cleaning the tank, hubby caught some kind of heinous virus. Like the absolute worst Norovirus anybody has EVER had. It lasted for 2 weeks. No kidding. He was so pitifully sick, I was scared he wasn't going to make it. He went to the Dr. and at some point, the emergency room. Noone seemed to be able to do much for him, other than to give him some kind of medicine that knocked him out enough to kill the nausea while the thing ran its course. He is extremely against having fish in the house now though. Understandably.



And....the hair salon that I go to has this aquarium coffee table in the waiting area. It really is kind of cool. Its just a huge box of a tank with a solid top that all of the magazines are spread out on. I was in there this one time and there was another woman in there waiting with me. She had a toddler, probably about 2 years old or so. He was completely mesmerized by watching the fish. And then......I watched in absolute horror when he took his pacifier out of his mouth, and stuck his little hand down into the open edges of the table, and dipped the pacifier in the nasty fish water. Mom was engrossed in a magazine, so she never saw it. Of course, the kid popped that pacifier right back into his mouth and I.....I cringed right down to the bottom of my soul, knowing what horrors might lurk in fish water. It happened way too fast for me to jump out of my seat and stop him. I probably would have scared the kid to death anyway. It still makes me queasy to think about it.

I hope everybody had a wonderful week-end. Go out and have an awesome week ahead. And above all....Do NOT drink the fish water!!!!!!!