Not going to attempt explaining away my lack of blogging; though you'd think I'd be pretty good at it... I am. Here's whats been happening.
1. Got sick, got an ambulance ride, met the public health care system and later called an insurance agency
2. Shot Rituals entire range of products and got to eat the stuff. Pet peeve is not being able to
3. Got duped into buying pajama jeans. they are comfy. I type in them, in this lovely cold March weather
4. Started a Facebook Page... then another, then another. I don't know what the last 2 are about
5. I've got a crush on my doctor, the female one. She's so smart.
6. $800.36 away from registering my website... a freebie-ish generic one.
7. I'm not giving anything up for lent. I'm no common sinner.
Showing posts with label anti-lent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anti-lent. Show all posts
Friday, March 25, 2011
Monday, March 22, 2010
OMG Carnival’s Over?!
What on earth do I do with myself now? Too sudden this climate change, from rainy season to carnival season to dry season, made harsher with calls for water use regulation. And the little kid in us go, “Oh we’ll see,” as we embark on a crusade of purposeful water wastage in what we think is vengeance for not being able to smoke in public, property tax and all other unethical practices made law while we were intoxicated with Alcohol, a safe bottled alternative to water and hence water conserving. That’s right; I brush with the tap running.
What happens when the last band packs it in on Tuesday night is fascinating, if one is easily fascinated. A complete transformation from the minute the ash on our forehead Ash Wednesday gives us amnesty from all sins of yesterday. We become meek, head bowed, humble servants, while thoughts swirl in our head “40 days and 40! nights!!!? Wheyyy!” I’m on your side because giving up chicken is a very big deal in itself and clearly makes one’s heart pure ‘nuff. And not partying, until beachside bikini brams all Easter weekend? Clincher.
Though actually I have been subtly aspiring to reach a Dadi Janki like state of awareness where I can say, truthfully and without smugness, “I don’t club.” For now I am, in fact, part of an elite group of girls who have never had their picture taken in Zen’s washroom; or any other club’s or washroom for that matter. A loud spot in a dark corner, less than 7 pushes to the bar is fun enough. And this is precisely where we’ll be for the next 40 days and 40 nights; we don’t participate in ‘Lent’.
***Published in ETNT Weekly Magz 2.03.2010 Bleh
What happens when the last band packs it in on Tuesday night is fascinating, if one is easily fascinated. A complete transformation from the minute the ash on our forehead Ash Wednesday gives us amnesty from all sins of yesterday. We become meek, head bowed, humble servants, while thoughts swirl in our head “40 days and 40! nights!!!? Wheyyy!” I’m on your side because giving up chicken is a very big deal in itself and clearly makes one’s heart pure ‘nuff. And not partying, until beachside bikini brams all Easter weekend? Clincher.
Though actually I have been subtly aspiring to reach a Dadi Janki like state of awareness where I can say, truthfully and without smugness, “I don’t club.” For now I am, in fact, part of an elite group of girls who have never had their picture taken in Zen’s washroom; or any other club’s or washroom for that matter. A loud spot in a dark corner, less than 7 pushes to the bar is fun enough. And this is precisely where we’ll be for the next 40 days and 40 nights; we don’t participate in ‘Lent’.
***Published in ETNT Weekly Magz 2.03.2010 Bleh
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