Let Us See If I Can Write Something....
This ole blog has been quiet for a while.
After my surgery my shoulder felt improved and less frozen and loose.
Unfortunately this also means the injury is now not protected by the frozen muscles, so it is way more painful now even though I have improved range of motion.
I can lift my arm up 45 degrees which is quite improved from "nothing".
My surgery was not a success.
Sorry I am giving you bad news.
The pathology said there is one edge that is not clean.
Plus something more serious has happened to my bladder. It is leaking some how. I guess the stitches moved old scar tissue and it is messing with my valve.
And when they MRI'd my back they found an ovarian cyst by accident.
So things have become quite complicated.
Now I need a bladder scope (Feb 11) to check for VIN3 in bladder as it can go anywhere....
Plus more excision surgery for the VIN3.....and...........now remove an ovary...........and.........repair my bladder.
I had to fight for everything I got above.
I had to make my case to prove I was worthy of proper surgery rather than just watching and see what happens.
I had to remind the Dr. that estrogen fed cancer killed my grandmother, and bowel cancer killed my other grandmother and my mom had the VIN and it went malignant. I don't need to be reminded.
I also clued him in to the idea that what happened to me was a freaky coincidental mimic to the horror that was my Grandmother's cancer. She too had frozen shoulder and was being treated for it when her arm broke because the cancer had metastasized to her bone in her arm and ate right through! Me getting a VIN3 diagnosis at the same time as getting frozen shoulder almost put my parents around the bend with PTSD!
In 1993 I had to fight to get my surgery and in 2010 it is no different.... But weird enough it doesn't feel like a problem with the system..... It seems to be with perception and outlook instead. I don't like to say this because I am really not too much of a women's lib-er. But it really feels like Women's sexual organs/reproductive organs/gyne health is still stuck in an age where MEN seem to have all the say.
I would take all of my organs out and have my breasts taken off if I had to- to keep a strong body instead of a weak one. To be HERE parenting and interacting with my friends and family.
I am not and never will be defined by my crotch or my breasts.
If I have to risk heart attack and stroke for surgery then I would rather risk it early in the problem while I am strong and might live through it, rather than take a wait and see approach which could render me a stroke or heart attack while I am weak and on chemo and or radiation with no hope of surviving!
Question of the day. If a man had a significant cyst in his right nut sack and every time he moved he got a burning twindge in his schlong that would drop him to the ground.....Would The male Dr's take the Wait and See attitude and let him wait 5 more months into the second year of his pain?
HA HA
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I Took a Chance To Tell The Story And 5 young people Wrote Me To Tell Me They Were Going To Go Get Checked Out
I have to thank everyone who responded to my blog post. Some heard about it through the RSS, some heard about it through Twitter and Some through Facebook.
I received over a dozen notes from friends and family over the last two weeks when I basically disclosed the cancer in one sentence on Facebook.
Then when I decided to go public with the type of Cancer I got some of the most emotional notes I have ever heard.
Folks reached out to me from all over the world.
The most important notes were from 5 women under 25 who said that they were going to get checked out.......
If I can get 5 women to go get pap smears and think about their woo woo in a different light, I think I have accomplished more than I could ask for.
I know women over 25 wrote me that they were getting checked out too.....and I am glad for it. I just did not think I would effect younger women in the same way, and I am grateful that so many are thinking about their woo woo more.
And a note to the guys. You can think of our woo woo in a different light too. If you are so inclined to check out the area with your good eye (LOL not THAT EYE) then have a look down there on your loved one's package and make sure it all looks like the inside of your lip and if it does not..... make sure you tell your lady please.......Pink is right White plus brown or black is bad .
I had a crazy day.
That dumb shoulder problem that has slowed down my jewelry making has now stopped it for a bit. I have tendonitis of the bicep.
(Please....just roll your eyes now....because I am)
Now I will be doing extensive physio to get it mostly healed up before my surgery. Hopefully my shoulder will recover quick, so I will be able to brace myself better when moving around after the surgery.
Friday I go to the surgeon and he books my surgery. He felt that it would be within the next 8wks.
I will let you know what I find out Friday....
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Todays Word is: Victory
So, if you have been following along, then you know I am in the Summer Blog-off Contest.
I get a word I must write about before Midnight on Thursdays.
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This is our last competition piece, so we will have a winner by Next Tuesday!
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2007 Blog-Off For Breast Cancer
Well Courtney is really challenging me. Each post is becoming more personal and more personal. First you find out about my boobs and Cross Dresser and Trans Gender and how I used to help them float their boat, and now I have to speak of Victory.
To me Victory is the end of a very long process of self change I am going through as a means to an end.
For those who have been following along since the spring you will know I am on a metabolic diet as my final part of my recovery from my brain injury. The diet itself has not been a problem at all. It is simple and I only required the removal of two things from my diet as I knew it to accomplish weight loss. So I am good with that.
I mentioned that in the future I would talk about a choice I made to also coincide hypnosis into the mix of things.
It became apparent during the treatment of my brain injury and permanent trigeminal nerve damage that there were some things I just had to accept and own. One was that I would never be the same again, and it was up to me to find a new normal so I could be comfortable with my limitations and to feel well about my situation.
I came into the brain injury sporting a long term auto immune disease that the Dr said is a high clue about what is happening to me. She said that I have to accept and own this injury and not try to push it aside or belittle it.
I had to come to terms with my own personality issues that could throughout my life have made me much more susceptible to problems reguarding my auto immune disease, and my subsiquent issues with Shingles of the brain that finally damaged the nerve deep in my brain and throughout my head.. And in feeding these personality issues was definitely taking away from my health.
I spent years and years working on self. I thought that I had covered everything. I missed one clear thing that was easy to see from a medical practitioners point of view. Sometime in my life I seeded a message that to be successful one must push through everything. Work through exhaustion, work through hunger and thirst, and having to pee even for the end result.
You will read this blog and see what I do and say geeze she is a be-all kinda girl. Must be a great friend, and a fun Mom and wife and an exciting person to know. Well, I am kind and I do care way too much about people than necessary. I am exciting because I shift and change and re-invent myself all time. My instincts are cunning and I am a highly competitive businesswoman who just couldn't be good at stuff. I had to be the best. My biggest competitor is myself. In business I chew and spit out people because I expect only of people what I can do myself. Yet to be this high end achiever I shut down my needs to get there, so of course I could never understand why others can't push themselves that one more inch like I can.
Can you see where I am going with this?
If I want to live and stay well and just achieve life, I now have to retrain my whole personality to listen to my body and only live within my physical means. I knew I could not do this alone. This means shedding my ego and listening to my heartbeat. For over 40 years my ego has screamed the rules, it is hard to shut off.
I had to look at the series of events that started way before I stopped driving the transport truck (and being the best darn female truck driver on the face of the earth...said tongue in cheek) and see how they snowballed into my autoimmune disease making me susceptable to a rare form of shingles saved only for those over 60 years of age. When I was 41 years old.
I also had to look at when I gained weight this last time, and what I was doing in my life that put me on the obesity team once more. And when I looked at all this with honest, instead of rose coloured glasses, I knew I was in real trouble.
What good was two years of recovery work, ending with an extreme weight loss if I still had issues that were plaguing me and pushing my body into survivor mode. (Oh look! one of the earlier words)
So now I am ready to tell you about the hardest work I have ever done. And in doing this work I have been burned by my own personality quirks to set me back again and again. I will also tell you about my successes that affirms that this personality shift is doable, and VICTORY is 30 days or so away.
After several attempts to lose weight the right way (exercise and diet adjustment) with limited success, I knew that when it came to the end of my recovery and it was time for the weight loss, I had to have a trump card. I needed that knowledge I could draw upon to ensure that I would not have to go do this weight loss more than once over the age of 40. Once you hit 40 as a woman the body chemistry sets up against you. It is calming down and slowing down to ready you for menopause, and once this starts every body change accomplishment has a really high price tag.
The lady who hypnotizes me is hypnotizing my negative and destructive personality right out of me. The first appointment was to talk about goals and to start a script for the hypnosis.
My script identifies my push through behaviors and quashes them. It enhances my desire to recreationally walk and exercise. It compels me to drink water and to get a very positive feeling from the act, and to not wait wait and wait to go to the bathroom, or sleep or rest. Plus helps me stay focused to accomplish tasks in a timely fashion. And when I don't I pay a price, because my body is being hypnotized to Yell at me very loudly with pain, or sickness or exhaustion. It sounds like a punishment but it is breaking of a vicious cycle.
Who knows when I got this idea that I needed to put ME last for the sake of the doing or the task. I could have been a small child, a teen or an adult. It doesn't really matter, as long as recognize I do have the ability to change all for the better.
So I set out with my intentions in place. I say my script and I write my cue cards for the in-between days when I use self hypnosis, and on the days I see Silvana for hypnosis I just let go in pure trust.
I still compel myself to press on. The last three weeks is a good example. I had at least three times inwhich I chose not to listen to my body and I paid the price with pain, sickness, and exhaustion in a slap in the back of the head kind of action.
But on the days I listen: I exercise, I drink alot of water, I don't hold off going to the bathroom or sleeping or resting or saying no to people, and my life is smooth and I see attainable goals and I get rewarded with energy and weight loss and feelings of wellness.
Can anyone do this? I think so, but the hardest part is accepting that you own it all and only you can control it or fix it, and even when you do fix it, you have to be ready to see and be a different person.
It has been a hard lesson. One that could have cost me my life.
We usually hear that from folks who go through AA or NA and rehab.
Not usually from folks who have a life changing illness, that will block their every move unless they rehabilitate from being themselves.
So what I have accomplished since May? I have a small VICTORY each day.
What do I win? Life, and not just an existence.
Everyone can leave a comment, and the comments will be greatly appreciated.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Todays Word is: Breasts
So, if you have been following along, then you know I am in the Summer Blog-off Contest.
I get a word I must write about before Midnight on Thursdays.
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Hummm......well...........I guess I will tell you the story of the Gal with the continuously growing breasts and what she learned along the way through life.
Once upon a time there was this girl. She developed into womanhood in an average way, in an average place at an average time in history.
When she was a tween she looked at her Barbie Doll and hoped for boobies like Barbie. Hard and plastic, each one pointing outward a bit, with no nipples.
Nipples seemed crazy to her. At twelve those nipples were growing in a weird puffy shape and they were way too embarrassing for a girl to deal with. Spending many days with her arms crossed in the playground, to cover her chest.
When she was seventeen she had figured out that breasts had power. And sweaters became her favorite clothing. Soft angora sweaters with V neck fronts that softened her feature and made her a Goddess.
The girl was hour-glass shaped. She was short and had an average face. But her boobs.....were huge. She thought this was great! Power right out front!
The girl got lots of attention, but the guys were swayed by her attitude, for they thought that a Gal who was a Goddess and had big boobies would surely "put out". Ahh, but alas she would not. The girl was strong-willed and she had "rules of life" she made for herself, and one of those rules was that she would not "put out" until SHE was ready, and she had no intention of rushing.
As the girl grew up and became a Woman she realized that her big breasts may not be all she had hoped for. Perhaps their size was impeding some things in her life. And it was when she started to prepare for her Wedding that she realized there was a huge downfall to their size. They looked horrible in a Wedding Dress, and sizing a dress when you are short and normal sized everywhere else, became a nightmare.
So she decided to have reduction surgery and make them smaller. She went through the surgery and she was excited that there would be no more issues with sizing the wedding dress. The surgery did not hurt. More so, she felt numb while she was healing, so this was a positive bonus to the recovery she did not expect.
Now her breasts were smaller. But truth be told they were not that much smaller. She was a D cup that went down to a C cup. And this was enough of a difference to do good sizing on the dress. Her breasts were extremely firm now and felt really dense.
As the years passed the girl had two babies. She worried about her boobs when she was pregnant. At only 16 weeks pregnant with her first child she went to the Dr. in a dilemma. Her breasts had outgrown any regular bra or nursing bra she could find. It looked like she had two extra torsoes attached to her body, instead of boobs. They were huge and heavy and really uncomfortable. The Dr. assured her that her breasts would not get much bigger and recommended a nursing bra that would be really stretchy.
Ugg when she had her babies and stopped nursing, what was happening to her was not like what was happening to her other mother-friends. They were all complaining that after they stopped nursing their breasts became deflated and flattened out, and lost their luster, and for sure, a bra was absolutely necessary now. The girl/woman now, was not having the same issue. Her breasts began to grow again! They were very firm and had not really lost any shape. But this continuously growing larger thing became a plague!
She tried losing weight. It helped a bit. But they were still growing.
After a few years she gained weight a bit. And they became huge and round.
By this time she was in her thirties. Huge and round gets alot of attention.
She didn't mind the attention, but in reality any attention she got was overshadowed by her uncomfortable physiology.
She was playing violin in bands and it was hard to keep her instrument slung up and over her breasts and tucked under her chin. (her breasts were not tucked under her chin, her violin was!)
Finally this woman had enough! One year she had to have surgery on one breast. She discovered fast growing lumps and the lumps were getting bigger every day and they were hard and gristley. (eeeewwww)
The surgeon took out the lumps creating a new scar. But he didn't remove the extra skin that had stretched over the tissue he had removed.
Once she healed, the woman saw she was in a bit of a mess. It was bad enough having huge boobs, but now she had two big boobs, but one of them looked like part of its side had been removed and skin hung flat to the side and was deflated looking only on the side. Imagine round boob with a flat piece of loose skin just laying there against the side of the chest! (echt!)
The woman was grateful that the surgery did not find cancer, but now she had to figure out what to do with this wayward boob.
She tried losing weight again. It didn't look better.
So she opted for surgery again. This time she did a little more.
She had an abdominal reduction, and lypo suction, and a slish slash at the boobs again!
Thirty-five was peeking around the corner and the woman looked great!
She felt better and was rejuvenated by how she felt.
Life was fine.
Her lifestyle was way different in those days. She did transformations part time for trans gendared gals. (a woman trapped in a man's body). These new Gals had to learn to act like women and be women. They needed to learn how women's psyche is different than men. So the woman would teach them how to wear makeup, and teach them how to sit, and how women make their choices. All of the new Gals would look up to the woman. And she had plastic surgery experience that she could share with these Gals who's future would require alot of body enhancement from plastic surgery, so she could explain what recovery was like. The Gals spoke of dreaming to be so feminine as she was. And they dreamed to grow breasts of their own. Here these Gals prayed for growing breasts, and the Woman dreamed for her breasts to stop growing.
In her mid thirties days was the first time the woman had a story to refer to about her breasts that was amusing, and was a great thought stealer when people got obscessed with her breasts.
The story goes like this:
I have never been much of a drinker. When I was young I couldn't drink because alcohol and coffee would give me horrible pains in my stomach.
When I was a bit older I didn't drink because I was having babies.
Then when I finished having babies I played music in bars, but never drank because I was nervous to ever be out of control when I was doing a job.
When I finally got down to deciding to have a drink or two I chose Tequila.
Usually at this point the Tequila groans come from the audience.
(many folks have bad experiences with Tequila)
I never had been drunk before, I have never not remembered anything I did, and I have never been hung over either-the story would go....
The tequila years passed by with the woman being able to count on one hand the number of Tequilas she had in a year.
Then there was one night. A big grand opening of a London club. Transformation specialists were asked to come in from all over. It was going to be a gala event. And it was private.
So everyone from everywhere in the community converged on this new hotel/nightclub, and the woman was comin in from a long haul truck run in another country to do transformations for this gala.
She arrived at midnight the night before. Alot of the patrons who were staying for the whole event were already there.
Cheering her on as she arrived many of her transformed Gals bought her shots of Tequila as thank yous for her work.
The woman was uneasy with the number of shots that had been purchased in her favour, lined up on the bar top.
She remembers counting 10 shots. Well in a competition with her drummer pal she had drank 7 shots....and didn't die or anything, so she figured she would try to drink the shots and see how she felt after each one, before drinking the next.
The night went on. She took it slow. Conversations and pool cues and great music filled the entertainment room. She was engrossed in the excitement of the night, the great conversations, and talked and congratulated a couple of gals who had their transformation surgery now booked.
The woman didn't feel too bad. So she continued on drinking.
Near the end of the night she had finished her drinks and was engaged in long conversations with a group of friends. She was really tired, but having fun. Laughter filled the building.
All of the people there were also checked-in guests at the hotel, and a group of the Gals planned a girly girl sleepover/spa session. Yep you guessed it. Just like highschool. PJ's on hair in rollers and everyone doing manicures and pedicures while eating junk food. Facials and 45's on the record player with dreams of rock bands from the posters coming alive!
When the group went to go up to the hotel rooms the woman was not feeling right. She couldn't move. Voices were getting long, and the room was losing shape, and her chair felt huge.
It was at that moment the woman discovered something else about her gigantic breasts!
SHE COULD USE CLEAVAGE AS A BUCKET!
I think you can imagine the fate of her situation. For the first time ever she had to shower in her clothes.
A combination of a week of truck driving with no rest, lack of sleep, and not eating enough had turned on her after she drank the Tequila.
And so ends any funny stories related to cleavage.
By the time she was in her forties the woman had gained weight again, and kaboom!
Boobs had grown even more enormous! By this time she figured there was more than just fat to the correlation between the weight gain and boob growing. Her boobs were not soft and mushy with fat. They were firm and dense. She didn't even have a fat pucker at the edge of her bra in front of her arm pit, which is the tell-tale sign of fat fat fat. Instead her boobs were firm and littlerally took shape from under her arm, right to the center.
So she started to lose weight again.
Triple E cupped. Oh men might say dream boobs.
But na-a! Not dream when they could kill a man. They could smother a guy. (yeah and the guys are saying, "Oo I could think of worse ways to die.")
Ha!
So that woman today is droppin the weight fast and furious. And the darn boobs are now a double D cup. Crap!
This time though, the weight comes off and the boobs are sagging a bit. Gravity is trying to take its toll. The skin is not shrinking! So these huge gazungas are there with loose skin all around them.
Eeee ghads! Those horrible nipples are pointing way south! Oh to be Barbie with no nipples....!
Wonder what those trannies would think of their little booby dreams today if they could see what time and gravity can do to these puppies? Who cares if they're firm..... if the melons dropped about 4 inches in the profile, the whole Goddess thing goes out the window.
And the woman sits at the computer writing her story thinking...... Ah nutz! I guess another breast reduction is in my future again. And perhaps we can order a dose of perky magic too.
The Woman dreams of pushing her inner Goddess outward once more.
Anyone can leave a comment.
The Psychic Is Just Back From The Ghost Hunt And Is Now Trying To Pick Just 3 Blogs To Vote For In The Blog Off For Breast Cancer
I have so much to tell everyone about our over-nighter to Niagara On The Lake to talk to the ghosts of Fort George.
It isn't too often that I tell about my adventures as Lynn the Psychic who sees dead people and smells the past. But alas I am more pre-occupied with my task at hand than what I did do yesterday.
My task at hand is to vote for my three top picks this week in the Blog Off for Breast Cancer.
This week our word to write about was HOPE.
All of the work by the members of the competition was fabulous.
I was very stimulated over the last few days as I read the posts. I must admit I had to wait until tonight to read quite a few of the posts.
It figures that the first two weeks of the Blog Off would have me unplann-ed-ly busy, all of a sudden. And this mess won't end until Monday next week.
When I do my voting for the bloggers I get out a recipe card for each week. I first read the blogs who post at the same time as me, or before me on the posting day. I try my best to give an honest comment to each participant. If I don't comment it is because I have not figured out how to comment to a bloggers typepad or lillypad without registering, or I just can't find the comment link. Most of the time I do get it, and my comment is recorded. I do get refused ability to comment in the way I think I can do it, then I end up posting as anonymous and putting in my comment my url and name etc.
I must say that I am not the most savvy techno person when it comes to commenting on some blogs. But I get by.
Tonight I am astounded. I cannot choose a top 3. There are way more than 3 great posts, and I am tormented while picking my choices.
Upp see here I went off on a tangent (bad blogger, bad blogger!) So as I was saying I use the recipe card. After I see my original earlybird posters, then I look at last weeks comments and read the blogs of the ones who commented on my blog and left their linky. (I will put a linky at the bottom of this post with a silly list name so you can see it again) After I have exausted the list of folks who commented on my blog, I go back to Courtney's original list and read every single post on the list. I write the blog name on the card. Then a couple of words to jog my memory of the story, and a one word comment if I am inspired, and then a check mark if I think it is really good.
Most weeks I only pick 3 or 4 really great ones, and I eliminate the excess by re-reading the blogs with check marks and choosing my final 3 by seeing if they meet this criteria: 1)excites me
2)makes me laugh or makes me perplexed and analytical
3)sucks me in
4)teaches me something.
5)made me think
6)entertains me
So I must find the ones with the most checks to remain my final three.
This week it is impossible for me to decide this way.
OOOOooo I don't like having to change my intricate system so I can pick just 3, but I have to.
I am HOPING for a revelation.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Todays Word is: Hope
So, if you have been following along, then you know I am in the Summer Blog-off Contest.
I get a word I must write about before Midnight on Thursdays.
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At first I wanted to make a post using hope in it, yet reflecting the Harry Potter movie release. But instead I decided to go with my first real exposure to the word hope.
In grade 5 I was given a Gideon Bible.
There was one passage that stuck out for me.
This came after some research into Corinthians 13:13
The words working up to this passage are quite profound, and really do explain that no one great belief or deed can effect any change if it does not follow love.
In my copy love is represented by the word Charity, so it was easy for me to set a moral path based on this one piece of scripture on its own.
In my teens you were no one if you didn't have the faith, hope and charity charm on your charm bracelet. A cross, an anchor and a heart.
I know that they are Scandinavian symbols.
The Cross stands for Faith
The Anchor stands for Hope
The Heart stands for Charity (or in newer meanings Love)
The Cross is the easy one... The Anchor because to wish well toward those sailing away enstilled the Hope that they would return. Also to anchor your beliefs. The Heart is the physical representation of romance but we want to enstill the Egape (true love, or selfless love).
I like this whole passage because it tells us that no matter if we are great doing just one of virtues, it is meaningless if we do not hold to us the virtue of Charity or Love.
We have to begin at the beginning.
We have to love first and continuously for hope and faith to flourish.
Love means not judging.
Love means complete
Not when it suits you, or when I get enough attention, or I will if you do this for me.
So here is the Bible Passage to Corinthians 13:13
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
In this day and age, many folks will only do something if they get something out of it. We often ask ourselves What is the Me factor?
But The Hope here is only fruitful if you do it without the Me factor.
For in Charity we do it just cuz.
At least we hope we do.
To choose to do something to aid man because they are our fellow man, and for no other reason is the ultimate hope.
To look upon only the positive and to believe positive and to evangelize that in your own life is how the Faith part comes in.
To believe in oneself, and in other people and in those that are our future because we give of ourselves to promote hope, we give of ourselves for the sake of mankind. And to do this is to tribute our faith. Wow Hope can be generic and have great meaning too!
We hope because we believe in ourselves and others, and we share a morality structure.
We have a movement of Faith that allows us to share Love. But without Love we are nothing within our Hope.
Once in a while I will pull a Bible passage out for my own sake.
This is MY one. The one I chose to relish since childhood.
Yes, us mediums are talked about in this passage.
I don't see this as a negative finger pointed at those that speak in tongues, or foretell things, but as a testiment to a time that will come when speaking in tongues and mediumship will no longer be necessary. A time when we will have it all together and the messages will be clear to all. It is clear that all must Love before the future, spoke of here, will happen.
So this is what I first think of when I think of Hope.
If you are not a participant please feel free to comment.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
July's Blog-off is beginning.
We will be posting new creative writing projects for every Thursday. Please cheer us on each week. There is money at stake! Money for winners and winners for charity!
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2007 Blog-Off For Breast Cancer
To the colony Gabriel was an angel.
When he was a child he was orphaned and was taken in by the Queen’s court as a servant.
The Queen liked Gabriel. She treated him like her own child.
She kept him close and trained him in the ways of the court.
She knew that he would never get the same privileges as an adult as she could lavish on him as a child, for he had no royal bloodline to be recognised.
Throughout his childhood he enjoyed the comforts of her chambers and they dined on the finest nectars of the Gods.
Gabriel would often sit outside in the sunshine and contemplate what his life would be like when he grew up.
He would look to the sky and converse with the Gods and try to bargain with them to keep his status.
Alas, after all the years of hoping, Gabriel grew up and took his rightful place as a court servant to the Queen.
He was determined to be the best servant ever appointed. By doing so, he hoped that he would have great favour with the Gods and possibly be restored as a member of the Royal Court some day.
He toiled each day. He walked many miles to gather materials for the Queen. Whatever her desire, he would find it.
Some days it would seem he would travel for a meagre stick of fruit wood, or some lushess vegetable. And on others he would move building supplies from the farthest colonies for trade.
Gabriel was small. He never grew into a powerful adult. He worked like one of the strong ones though.
As the years passed, Gabriel’s reputation grew throughout the colony.
He was known as The Perfect Little Servant.
Everyone knew of his desire to bargain with the Gods, and they would mock him when he passed by.
“Gabriel, the perfect little servant, prays to the Gods every day for Royal Blood!”
The children would call out as they watched him work so hard.
“Gabriel, the perfect little servant. Favourite of the Queen. Too bad the Gods don’t speak to you Angel.”
The adults would chide at him daily.
Gabriel was not swayed. He vowed to devote time every day to speak to the Gods, no matter what.
It came to pass that the Colony came under attack from the Gods.
There were great fires in the colony and floods, then the crops became poisoned.
Gabriel worked through plagues to serve his precious Queen.
He thought the Gods would notice, and spare the Colony, because of his devotion.
One day he sat on the hill, broken and alone.
“My God, why have you forsaken the Colony? I have been the perfect Angel. I only hoped to become Royal, but I was truly dedicated you and my service to the Queen. You plagued us with fire, and floods, and poisoned our crops. I worked harder and harder...
And all that has become of me is that I am now alone. The Colony is dead. My Queen has perished, and the land is ruined. Yet you keep me alive.
Why do you keep me alive? What is my purpose?”
Suddenly he heard a sound from the heavens, and a thousand faces appeared in the sky.
There were words, but Gabriel could not understand them.
Was he becoming a true Angel?
A beautiful day.... The summer smells are in the air. The kitchen door is open.
Mom is preparing lunch.
The boy is squatting down with a magnifying glass in one hand and the hose in the other.
He peers down at the little hill after an hour of dousing it with the hose.
He spies one lone ant.
He yells out, “Hey Mom! Hey Mom! Come quick! We have a Survivor!”
And Gabriel looks up trying to make out what the God is saying.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2007
2007 Blog-Off For Breast Cancer
I Am Looking For One Good Man Or One Good Woman Who Is Available On Tuesdays In July
Our next blog-off for Breast Cancer will be taking place in July.
Our goal is to each recruit one more blogger to write in the competition.
If you are interested in a competition which has a cash prize, and the remainder of the funds will go to Breast Cancer Charity, please contact me this week by email.
Each new write up will be on Tuesdays in July.
There is a vote for the best done by the competitors.
Each vote builds points. The one with the most points in the end wins.
The subject of each piece will be decided by an outside party (one who is not competing) and we will be informed in a specific fashion.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
The Vertict Is In!
Hey Andre,
I know you are concerned about me not replying to your emails.
I have been all along, and I assure you that your updated email is on the list for updates of this blog.
But I believe, when your company changed to the new email service addresses,
Even my replies to your email are not getting through.
Sorry to worry you ,
Amy
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
2007 Blog-Off For Breast Cancer-Round One-Laughter
When the Sun begins to cast long shadows and snow is melting away we watch the sky and await a special day.
On the single day inwhich the Day and Night are equal in length, the festival of The Vernal Equinox: The Legend of Ostara, begins. For all Winter the energies of the Oak and Holly have been dorment. Winter is the time of the deep sleep. Hibernation of all will end with the awakening.
The Earthen creatures know the time. Pisces, the two fishes hangs onto the new moon, and bows down as it ends it rule. The end of the Zodiac is completed and it is time for us to greet
Aries the Ram.
The true beginning of the Zodiac, and the Equinox rides upon the Great Ram's back.
As the Equinox rides Aries, the power of the Oak and Holly strengthens.
When the Oak stands rule it summons the Earth to release the Princess from her
The Prince has awakened too.
The Princess needs help to find her Prince
If she does not Marry the Prince on this day, Spring will be lost
and the Earth will crumble in one cycle of the Calendar.
Overhead the Princess spies a Fine Bird in the sky
She calls out to the Bird,
"Oh Fine Bird, will you aid me to find my Prince?
I must find him in haste for all life depends on it!"
The Fine Bird swooped down to the Princess and said,
"Oh Princess of Earth I will take you to your Prince.
Hop upon my back and I will fly you there in haste."
The Princess climbed upon the back of the Fine Bird
and flew like the wind over land and sea to find her Prince.
The Fine Bird was a strong and goodly bird, and tookto its task without a complaint. (eventhough that Princess was a bit
of a Heffer. She must of had a sleep eating disorder)
The Princess/Goddess was so happy when she spied her Prince in the distance.
The Fine Bird brought her safely to
Her Prince.He was happy,
And so was She.
But the Fine Bird was not.For the Fine Bird had froze its wings on its speedy flight,
and its wings fell off.
(the bird thought to itself: "Is this the thanks I get for draggin that Heffer across land and sea for the sake of the world? Wings falling off? How am I supposed to impress a mate
for me in this mess?)
The Fine Bird was a fine sorry sight.
The Princess/Goddess looked upon the Fine Bird and said,"Oh Fine Bird I am so sorry your wings fell off.
I pitty you."
She took her staff from beneath her cloak and gently touched the Find Bird
on the head with her staff.
And with her great Magic she gained upon this day of equal Day and Night
and the energy from the battle of Oak and Holly she transformed the Fine Bird into
a Long-Eared Hare. But not just any Hare.(time to watch a video) A special Hare.For that Hare, The March Hare was once a bird.
So to the envy of all creatures the March Hare could lay eggs!
And with the Magic of the Equinox
from the Battle of the the Oak and Holly on the day of equal Day and Night
The Princess/Goddess and
Her Prince joined in a Marriage of Spring.
So when the indoor garden grows
and buds begin to show,
and the earth gives up and allows life to poke out
And the days are bright and the snow is melting.....We see the fruition of the coupling of the Goddess and the Prince.
When the Egg-laying Rabbit roams the land.....
We know that Spring has been successful, and we can count on a future after the completed year.
(And we now know how the Hare and the Eggs got their significance.)
The Goddess and
The Prince will see to it the crops will rise and be ready for the Harvest, in time to greet the Croan.
Welcome Spring !
Enjoy the fruits of the Harvest and delight in the seeds and roots of the ground. 
Party on
Thanks to http://www.phototakeout.com/ for the use of the bird photo.
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