WOO HOO!!!
From "worst" to "world series" and for the first time for this 11-year franchise history, they have the Magic Touch -- dance with me to this killer song:
Robin Thicke's "Magic" from his new album "Something Else"
XXOOXOXO
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Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Sunday, October 19, 2008
TAMPA BAY RAYS - WORLD SERIES
THE TAMPA BAY RAYS ARE GOING TO THE WORLD SERIES !!!!!
WOO HOO!!!
From "worst" to "world series" and for the first time for this 11-year franchise history, they have the Magic Touch -- dance with me to this killer song:
Robin Thicke's "Magic" from his new album "Something Else"
XXOOXOXO
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WOO HOO!!!
From "worst" to "world series" and for the first time for this 11-year franchise history, they have the Magic Touch -- dance with me to this killer song:
Robin Thicke's "Magic" from his new album "Something Else"
XXOOXOXO
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
A Glance Back
Don't you ever wonder what you were doing a year before or what you were thinking? Keeping a blog is wonderful tool to aid in recording portions of your life. This time last year I had received two gifts from Tawny, a mahjongg-inspired bracelet and a dragonfly silver necklace she had made. The entry talked about magic with the bottom paragraph punctuating the blog entry:
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When you're a kid growing up in a less fortunate situation, you tend to have more faith and hope in magical things. In the shadows of them you know there is a reality which keeps you grounded. Hopefully, the shadows don't out grow the faith and hope of finding real magic as an adult. A glimmer of magic is worth believing in and fighting for even when things seem insurmountable, but that is why it is called magic because anything is surmountable with it. Abracadabra! or Open Sesame. It is not the words but the faith in knowing magic happens.After rereading it, I can honestly say I sometimes forget who I am/what I am/what I can do and the words I have inside still waiting to have life breathed into them so that they may be released into the universe to live in other people's minds.
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Thursday, January 10, 2008
Magic Possession
"what is this MAGIC thing that has possessed you????"
The question above was inbox response I read about an hour an a half ago. I laughed out loud for a good while and called Tawny to share. Talk about a great line if it were in a movie! If I have to explain the magic that has possessed the AGOL, a book will indeed have to manifest to catalogue all instances...
Didn't feel all that great this morning, but remembered I had to look extra sharp as clients were visiting our facility today. I wore a long sleeve red shirt (over black slacks) that I got for Christmas from my aunt and uncle. It is a nice blue red. Wore my new red cuff bracelet that Tawny's mother-in-law gave me and a cute red pin that Tawny gave me last year. I was hoping the red color would lift my energy up...and it did.
I usually don't let strange conversations take over my lunch hour, but that's what happened. A friend on facebook decided to explain something by sketching it out, scanning the image and sending it to my e-mail address...so we could discuss it playing message ping-pong on facebook. OMG. Finally, I begged to go on instant messaging to speed up the story. I nearly spewed the tea I was drinking from laughing so hard. The trouble it took to get a story explained with the visuals provided was well worth the punchline, but good golly! three -- count them three -- modes of communication had to be tapped before I could enjoy some butternut squash soup.
Attended a two-hour conference call meeting in the afternoon that made me want to poke my eyes out and that was only because I was sitting next to Tawny. Just kidding! We contributed quite a bit during the call, but really the eye poking thing was imminent.
Worked late and stopped at the store to get Cabal some treats and dinner fixins' for me. I knew I would not be working out tonight and decided to relax instead. I needed some more magic to possess me.
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The question above was inbox response I read about an hour an a half ago. I laughed out loud for a good while and called Tawny to share. Talk about a great line if it were in a movie! If I have to explain the magic that has possessed the AGOL, a book will indeed have to manifest to catalogue all instances...
Didn't feel all that great this morning, but remembered I had to look extra sharp as clients were visiting our facility today. I wore a long sleeve red shirt (over black slacks) that I got for Christmas from my aunt and uncle. It is a nice blue red. Wore my new red cuff bracelet that Tawny's mother-in-law gave me and a cute red pin that Tawny gave me last year. I was hoping the red color would lift my energy up...and it did.
I usually don't let strange conversations take over my lunch hour, but that's what happened. A friend on facebook decided to explain something by sketching it out, scanning the image and sending it to my e-mail address...so we could discuss it playing message ping-pong on facebook. OMG. Finally, I begged to go on instant messaging to speed up the story. I nearly spewed the tea I was drinking from laughing so hard. The trouble it took to get a story explained with the visuals provided was well worth the punchline, but good golly! three -- count them three -- modes of communication had to be tapped before I could enjoy some butternut squash soup.
Attended a two-hour conference call meeting in the afternoon that made me want to poke my eyes out and that was only because I was sitting next to Tawny. Just kidding! We contributed quite a bit during the call, but really the eye poking thing was imminent.
Worked late and stopped at the store to get Cabal some treats and dinner fixins' for me. I knew I would not be working out tonight and decided to relax instead. I needed some more magic to possess me.
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Monday, October 29, 2007
Blissful Blur
Cooler breezes followed me from my early walk with Cabal at 5am to my day at work. I remember being present and working. Bridget and I exchanged weekend Halloween party photos, I finished my portion of the software testing, and I answered lots of e-mails both professional and personal. I recall chuckling at some of my favorite blogger's recent entries and hearing the following joke from Demented IT Guy Kevin that had me giggling for quite a while:
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A six and a seven year old (brothers) decide that they are going to starting cursing one morning. The older one says, "Okay, your word will be hell and mine will be ass." Downstairs they went for breakfast. Their mother asks the younger brother what he wants for breakfast. He replies, "Oh, hell. I'll just have some Cheerios." The mother smacks her son for cursing. After administering the punishment, she turns to the older brother and asks him the same question. He had seen what had happened to his brother who was still sobbing at the table and begins to rethink his decision. Tentatively, he replies, "You can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios!"By day's end, it was like a mysterious zephyr had carried my memories making them into gossamer curtains waving away along with any worry or stress. Strange indeed, but nice. Spent a gentle evening enjoying quiet time with a Chinese dinner, playing with my Pretty Boy Dog and watching a new episode of Heroes before sipping some jasmine tea. Its warmth filled me and my being with a comfort strong enough for me to desire sleep. Amazing.
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Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Magic Happens. It Does.
I bought some grits with some bacon for breakfast at the cafe in my work building. As I rounded the corner with my goodies, I saw Tawny and three other coworkers enjoying their meals. One of them shouted, Sarah smile! I missed a step and looked at Tawny whose eyes became large as saucers. We explained that Tawny had texted me on Saturday morning about the very same thing from the Hall and Oates song. He said that Tawny hadn't said anything to him. I told him I knew because of her reaction. I showed him my pearly whites and laughed. The universe was reminding me again...
A quick run down until we get to the next section: I received a notice about an error in an e-mail address. See extra entry today for more of it....Shared a nice lunch with Jeff and Tawny...My boss went home because of one his sons being ill (poor babykins) which made Bridget and me thankful to not be in desperation for tranquilizing devices...Shared gifts in the afternoon with Bridget that I received in the mail. We love cool new stuff and the items cheered us immensely.
The next portion is about magic...
Now I have an older friend and a newer friend who if I shut my eyes and go based upon their stunning similarities of background, names in their lives, age, birthplace, how they express themselves down to the phrases they use, how they approach things, their dream (full-time) job and how they react when things get a little off-kilter, I would swear on a stack of bibles that they are the same person. But as far as the universe is concerned, they are not. (If they were, I wouldn't be too surprised. That's how my quirky life goes and that person better worry about karma paying them a visit very soon. Ha! There is a more-famous-than-AGOL blogger living in Los Angeles who writes just like me. Reading her everyday is surreal. Don't we all have some kind of twin somewhere?) These two individuals are both born artists, let's just say. So why am I surprised that both do not fully believe in magic or the possibilities in fantasy turning into realities? What happened to if there is a will, there is a way?
Finding out someone doesn't believe in real magic is an agonizing revelation for me. It seems that less and less people are believing in magic -- even children! Somewhere adults who no longer believe perpetuate the idea of its nonexistence down to generations. In my darkest moments and there have been many over the years, I believed magic existed. When I was unemployed for seven months several years ago, my rent check cleared by three cents! To me that was magic. The magic that things can happen and possibilities exist in our world. Some things don't have plausible explanations yet and until then it is labeled as magic (or miracles!).
My newer friend said to me today, The greatest part of any fantasy is the reality - the reality creates the fantasy. Holy hell. I thought it was the other way around. I was stunned.
Flight. Medical cures. Television. Radio. Telephone. Limb replacements. Cinematic special effects. Nano technology. Someone had the fantasy of these, the magical belief that they could exist or at least ask What if? Kids do it all the time. Parents sit in surprise at every fantastical idea their child expresses and nod like automatons because they don't see it, but don't want to shatter the moment either. Thinkers/dreamers in previous generations didn't believe how things could happen, but just that it could because they thought it. It may have taken generation or two until technology made them possible. What once was magic, is now reality. In our real moments, we use fantasy and magic to create until reality catches up.
In the 80s movie, Flash Gordon, little orbs (eyes) follow the human aliens around in their visit to an alien planet ruled by the Emperor Ming and watch their every move. Today, the space shuttle has camera orbs that float with the astronauts to capture the astronauts moves, too. Something started as a fantasy somewhere. I doubt DaVinci based his drawings on reality. Stephen Hawking dreamed a man in a wheelchair could fly, too...and he did fulfill his dream of floating weightless on a zero-gravity jet this year!
Humans as a species exist with a divine magical spark within them are the same species that put limits on time, space and even their ideas of love. Those are measured and tested ad nauseum. If you wanted to be conventional about magic, you could say that opportunity meets preparation. What is it that makes less conventional magic turn into reality? Belief. In order for magic to happen, you must believe. It is called having faith. But then again, maybe others are just not prepared.
A quick run down until we get to the next section: I received a notice about an error in an e-mail address. See extra entry today for more of it....Shared a nice lunch with Jeff and Tawny...My boss went home because of one his sons being ill (poor babykins) which made Bridget and me thankful to not be in desperation for tranquilizing devices...Shared gifts in the afternoon with Bridget that I received in the mail. We love cool new stuff and the items cheered us immensely.
The next portion is about magic...
Now I have an older friend and a newer friend who if I shut my eyes and go based upon their stunning similarities of background, names in their lives, age, birthplace, how they express themselves down to the phrases they use, how they approach things, their dream (full-time) job and how they react when things get a little off-kilter, I would swear on a stack of bibles that they are the same person. But as far as the universe is concerned, they are not. (If they were, I wouldn't be too surprised. That's how my quirky life goes and that person better worry about karma paying them a visit very soon. Ha! There is a more-famous-than-AGOL blogger living in Los Angeles who writes just like me. Reading her everyday is surreal. Don't we all have some kind of twin somewhere?) These two individuals are both born artists, let's just say. So why am I surprised that both do not fully believe in magic or the possibilities in fantasy turning into realities? What happened to if there is a will, there is a way?
Finding out someone doesn't believe in real magic is an agonizing revelation for me. It seems that less and less people are believing in magic -- even children! Somewhere adults who no longer believe perpetuate the idea of its nonexistence down to generations. In my darkest moments and there have been many over the years, I believed magic existed. When I was unemployed for seven months several years ago, my rent check cleared by three cents! To me that was magic. The magic that things can happen and possibilities exist in our world. Some things don't have plausible explanations yet and until then it is labeled as magic (or miracles!).
My newer friend said to me today, The greatest part of any fantasy is the reality - the reality creates the fantasy. Holy hell. I thought it was the other way around. I was stunned.
Flight. Medical cures. Television. Radio. Telephone. Limb replacements. Cinematic special effects. Nano technology. Someone had the fantasy of these, the magical belief that they could exist or at least ask What if? Kids do it all the time. Parents sit in surprise at every fantastical idea their child expresses and nod like automatons because they don't see it, but don't want to shatter the moment either. Thinkers/dreamers in previous generations didn't believe how things could happen, but just that it could because they thought it. It may have taken generation or two until technology made them possible. What once was magic, is now reality. In our real moments, we use fantasy and magic to create until reality catches up.
In the 80s movie, Flash Gordon, little orbs (eyes) follow the human aliens around in their visit to an alien planet ruled by the Emperor Ming and watch their every move. Today, the space shuttle has camera orbs that float with the astronauts to capture the astronauts moves, too. Something started as a fantasy somewhere. I doubt DaVinci based his drawings on reality. Stephen Hawking dreamed a man in a wheelchair could fly, too...and he did fulfill his dream of floating weightless on a zero-gravity jet this year!
Humans as a species exist with a divine magical spark within them are the same species that put limits on time, space and even their ideas of love. Those are measured and tested ad nauseum. If you wanted to be conventional about magic, you could say that opportunity meets preparation. What is it that makes less conventional magic turn into reality? Belief. In order for magic to happen, you must believe. It is called having faith. But then again, maybe others are just not prepared.
Monday, September 17, 2007
He Meant Hat?
Love Quote of the Day
Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat*.
- Ben Hecht
*..Really? He didn't mean ass? I'm not saying anything. I'm just saying.
Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat*.
- Ben Hecht
*..Really? He didn't mean ass? I'm not saying anything. I'm just saying.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Karmic Banks and Faith Tested
This AGOL train is still at full speed. It was busy but manageable. My boss finally volunteered to take a couple of things off my plate which he should be doing anyway. Might have to log in to work from home myself during the weekend. Let's see how motivated I get to try and catch up. Too exhausted to thinking about it now.
I felt guilty for not properly ooh'ing and aah'ing about Lisa's well-deserved new vehicle. I couldn't go see it when she wanted nor could I join her for lunch thanks to my meetings. Her feelings were hurt I could tell, but my hands were tied. Brought her a piece of gourmet chocolate cake as a peace offering when someone's birthday cake in my area was available which cheered her.
Gave Tawny an unexpected ride home. Her weekend plans were shuffled back when her husband had to stay and begin the process of installing a financial application on 14 servers over the weekend. If you're Jeff, you're thorough which means a serious and single focus of getting the job done correctly. Poor Tawny. She's accompanying me tomorrow when I get my hair darkened for the first time in two years. We talked about our karmic banks and when we would be able to cash in our investments which brought expressions of frustration...
Sent Bridget a text message to see if she was behaving at her boyfriend's party that he was giving a friend. She was nervous about every little thing including showing her temper at annoyances that were sure to be present. I reminded her to be gracious and nice and make her boyfriend proud of having her there because it is the right thing to do even when other people are being jackasses. If push comes to shove, the gloves come off, of course. You can't be a chump.
Speaking of being gracious and nice, let's get back to the karmic bank thing Tawny and I were discussing earlier. My nature is to be openly giving and loving, vivacious, kind and generous (to a fault). I try being less, but it doesn't happen. My karmic bank is busting at the seams, but I see no relief in sight. I wonder when a touch of magic will finally be in my life to stay and not just flit in for a spell.
Sometimes I think that great things don't happen to good people. Good things do...just enough to dangle the proverbial carrot to keep their faith up. Seeing countless uncaring people receive the blessings/graces I've been keeping my faith in to receive is deeply disheartening. Why is it so easy for them and they don't even appreciate what they receive?
I've lived in two countries, suffered losses, lived an unusual life and have been loving to most people I've ever met. I don't ask for much, materially anyway, because things are just things. My faith has been severely tested in these 36 years. If this is indeed all that there is, I'd rather leave it. Why not check out of this life and try it again? Maybe I came into this one at the wrong time? I honestly don't know anymore. My once strong faith is paper thin at best lately. It's going to take a Divine Touch and not just a touch of magic to restore my faith in Source and in Life. Perhaps these are just words from an exhausted soul. I am tired. Tired of many things.
I felt guilty for not properly ooh'ing and aah'ing about Lisa's well-deserved new vehicle. I couldn't go see it when she wanted nor could I join her for lunch thanks to my meetings. Her feelings were hurt I could tell, but my hands were tied. Brought her a piece of gourmet chocolate cake as a peace offering when someone's birthday cake in my area was available which cheered her.
Gave Tawny an unexpected ride home. Her weekend plans were shuffled back when her husband had to stay and begin the process of installing a financial application on 14 servers over the weekend. If you're Jeff, you're thorough which means a serious and single focus of getting the job done correctly. Poor Tawny. She's accompanying me tomorrow when I get my hair darkened for the first time in two years. We talked about our karmic banks and when we would be able to cash in our investments which brought expressions of frustration...
Sent Bridget a text message to see if she was behaving at her boyfriend's party that he was giving a friend. She was nervous about every little thing including showing her temper at annoyances that were sure to be present. I reminded her to be gracious and nice and make her boyfriend proud of having her there because it is the right thing to do even when other people are being jackasses. If push comes to shove, the gloves come off, of course. You can't be a chump.
Speaking of being gracious and nice, let's get back to the karmic bank thing Tawny and I were discussing earlier. My nature is to be openly giving and loving, vivacious, kind and generous (to a fault). I try being less, but it doesn't happen. My karmic bank is busting at the seams, but I see no relief in sight. I wonder when a touch of magic will finally be in my life to stay and not just flit in for a spell.
Sometimes I think that great things don't happen to good people. Good things do...just enough to dangle the proverbial carrot to keep their faith up. Seeing countless uncaring people receive the blessings/graces I've been keeping my faith in to receive is deeply disheartening. Why is it so easy for them and they don't even appreciate what they receive?
I've lived in two countries, suffered losses, lived an unusual life and have been loving to most people I've ever met. I don't ask for much, materially anyway, because things are just things. My faith has been severely tested in these 36 years. If this is indeed all that there is, I'd rather leave it. Why not check out of this life and try it again? Maybe I came into this one at the wrong time? I honestly don't know anymore. My once strong faith is paper thin at best lately. It's going to take a Divine Touch and not just a touch of magic to restore my faith in Source and in Life. Perhaps these are just words from an exhausted soul. I am tired. Tired of many things.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Resetting Monday
Thankfully remembered to attach my new pedometer before I walked Cabal this morning. The manual recommends getting a base reading for the next three days. Sometimes I do follow instructions on things when it is important to me...
I was bopping along this morning after dog walking by eating a fiber-filled breakfast cereal, switching laundry around, and noticing belatedly that I had leaned on the washing machine long enough to accidentally reset my pedometer. Rats! Not a setback. I can remember around how many steps I had already taken and add it later to my total for the day. You can become obsessive checking your progress every 15 minutes. It paid off in this instance.
A gold box greeted me at my desk at work. It contained a mahjong-inspired bracelet similar to the one Tawny has that I've been admiring. She found another one during her trip to St. Augustine this weekend and picked one up. Tawny also included the dragonfly pendant she made from Precious Metal Clay which when sculpted and fired leaves the silver behind. Pretty, huh? My precious.
Made a walking date for Flatwoods this weekend with my friend Kim. It'll be a good way for us to catch up and do a positive yet healthy activity. I can't wait!
Yummy IM'ed me in the afternoon. He was amazingly none worse for wear after walking 40 miles over three days. I thought he may be flat out in bed already after having to be in work today. Must be the English air sustaining him. I sent him a link that is related to a health book I've been reading and he was appropriately grossed out. He thanks me for sharing, I'm sure.
He and Anton came up with some rather charming thoughts during their dragonwalk which I will leave him to tell on their blog. It was something about magic which brings to my mind my own beliefs on magic.
When you're a kid growing up in a less fortunate situation, you tend to have more faith and hope in magical things. In the shadows of them you know there is a reality which keeps you grounded. Hopefully, the shadows don't out grow the faith and hope of finding real magic as an adult. A glimmer of magic is worth believing in and fighting for even when things seem insurmountable, but that is why it is called magic because anything is surmountable with it. Abracadabra! or Open Sesame. It is not the words but the faith in knowing magic happens.
I was bopping along this morning after dog walking by eating a fiber-filled breakfast cereal, switching laundry around, and noticing belatedly that I had leaned on the washing machine long enough to accidentally reset my pedometer. Rats! Not a setback. I can remember around how many steps I had already taken and add it later to my total for the day. You can become obsessive checking your progress every 15 minutes. It paid off in this instance.
A gold box greeted me at my desk at work. It contained a mahjong-inspired bracelet similar to the one Tawny has that I've been admiring. She found another one during her trip to St. Augustine this weekend and picked one up. Tawny also included the dragonfly pendant she made from Precious Metal Clay which when sculpted and fired leaves the silver behind. Pretty, huh? My precious.
Made a walking date for Flatwoods this weekend with my friend Kim. It'll be a good way for us to catch up and do a positive yet healthy activity. I can't wait!
Yummy IM'ed me in the afternoon. He was amazingly none worse for wear after walking 40 miles over three days. I thought he may be flat out in bed already after having to be in work today. Must be the English air sustaining him. I sent him a link that is related to a health book I've been reading and he was appropriately grossed out. He thanks me for sharing, I'm sure.
He and Anton came up with some rather charming thoughts during their dragonwalk which I will leave him to tell on their blog. It was something about magic which brings to my mind my own beliefs on magic.
When you're a kid growing up in a less fortunate situation, you tend to have more faith and hope in magical things. In the shadows of them you know there is a reality which keeps you grounded. Hopefully, the shadows don't out grow the faith and hope of finding real magic as an adult. A glimmer of magic is worth believing in and fighting for even when things seem insurmountable, but that is why it is called magic because anything is surmountable with it. Abracadabra! or Open Sesame. It is not the words but the faith in knowing magic happens.
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