My life in short paragraphs:
UGH, roaches.
If you live in the city, they're everywhere. If you're poor, it's even worse. One of my neighbors must have sprayed or bombed recently because there are giant roach carcasses all over my patio and in the entryway, and even inside my apartment. Last night I was brushing my teeth and one fell out from behind the medicine cabinet. That triggered my over-active gag reflex and I puked toothpaste and Snack Wells devils food cookies all over my sink.
I had a 20 minute conversation about our children's poop with my friend Vicki who I've known since kindergarten. We traded poop stories and laughed at each other's mishaps. Then the discussion turned to farts, and then to sour patch kids candy.
One of my clients who is also a friend is coming over for a reading tomorrow. It sucks when your clients are friends because trying to keep the two roles intact can be very difficult as is the case with Tim. I was at his wedding 2 years ago where he married a prostitute. He didn't know she was, but everyone else did. He seemed to think he had everything handled, and he was SO happy, so like the friends we were we kept our mouths shut. Well, after a few months he found out about it and they separated. Then they got back together and started verbally abusing each other. Last week he told her if they didn't go to counseling they should divorce. She told him she'd rather divorce than seek therapy. At work the other day, Tim asked if I had seen their break up in previous readings but decided not to tell him. The truth is, I didn't. In fact, while reading him, I never saw her AT ALL. I was always saying, "I don't see Megan in here anywhere so I don't know what that means, I'm sorry." I feel bad for not catching it and warning him, but what can I do? Even if I did see it coming, there are things that as a friend you can't say but as a psychic you should. So where do I make the distinction? I never am sure, but I'll say this, there are friends that are so close to me that I will never read them.
Being with the same man for 12 years is awfully cool. He knows what it means when I make that clicking noise in my throat. He hands me my first cup of coffee and then stands there and waits to see if he made it right, and if not he'll pat me on the head, take the cup, and make me another. And he knew me in my ugly hippy phase. And he still loved me.
I wish California wasn't going to have a series of giant earthquakes one day. I would like to move because of it, but I am in love with this state too much. Even with the over-crowding, the traffic, the fact that english is no longer the local language, the cost of living is too high, etc.....It's worth it for the good parts. The entertainment, beaches, mountains, culture, museums, I could go on....I guess if I die in an earthquake, I'll be dead so who cares. Most people here aren't afraid of them, but me and Mike are. Our son isn't though. It's funny when we have one cuz Mike and I are trying our best not to flip out and scare the boy, who's just riding it out like it's a minor annoyance. Ridiculous.
That's all for now. BORING!
UGH, roaches.
If you live in the city, they're everywhere. If you're poor, it's even worse. One of my neighbors must have sprayed or bombed recently because there are giant roach carcasses all over my patio and in the entryway, and even inside my apartment. Last night I was brushing my teeth and one fell out from behind the medicine cabinet. That triggered my over-active gag reflex and I puked toothpaste and Snack Wells devils food cookies all over my sink.
I had a 20 minute conversation about our children's poop with my friend Vicki who I've known since kindergarten. We traded poop stories and laughed at each other's mishaps. Then the discussion turned to farts, and then to sour patch kids candy.
One of my clients who is also a friend is coming over for a reading tomorrow. It sucks when your clients are friends because trying to keep the two roles intact can be very difficult as is the case with Tim. I was at his wedding 2 years ago where he married a prostitute. He didn't know she was, but everyone else did. He seemed to think he had everything handled, and he was SO happy, so like the friends we were we kept our mouths shut. Well, after a few months he found out about it and they separated. Then they got back together and started verbally abusing each other. Last week he told her if they didn't go to counseling they should divorce. She told him she'd rather divorce than seek therapy. At work the other day, Tim asked if I had seen their break up in previous readings but decided not to tell him. The truth is, I didn't. In fact, while reading him, I never saw her AT ALL. I was always saying, "I don't see Megan in here anywhere so I don't know what that means, I'm sorry." I feel bad for not catching it and warning him, but what can I do? Even if I did see it coming, there are things that as a friend you can't say but as a psychic you should. So where do I make the distinction? I never am sure, but I'll say this, there are friends that are so close to me that I will never read them.
Being with the same man for 12 years is awfully cool. He knows what it means when I make that clicking noise in my throat. He hands me my first cup of coffee and then stands there and waits to see if he made it right, and if not he'll pat me on the head, take the cup, and make me another. And he knew me in my ugly hippy phase. And he still loved me.
I wish California wasn't going to have a series of giant earthquakes one day. I would like to move because of it, but I am in love with this state too much. Even with the over-crowding, the traffic, the fact that english is no longer the local language, the cost of living is too high, etc.....It's worth it for the good parts. The entertainment, beaches, mountains, culture, museums, I could go on....I guess if I die in an earthquake, I'll be dead so who cares. Most people here aren't afraid of them, but me and Mike are. Our son isn't though. It's funny when we have one cuz Mike and I are trying our best not to flip out and scare the boy, who's just riding it out like it's a minor annoyance. Ridiculous.
That's all for now. BORING!
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Isn't it amazing how poop and farts become de rigeur topics of conversation once you have a kid? It never fails to amaze me. But it happens to us all. I am also entertained by how moms cheer their babies on when they burp or fart...life as a parent occasionally has a tinge of the surreal. If 16 year old Me would have seen Mom-Me, she would have been completely appalled...and simultaneously enthralled.
How bad are the earthquakes where you are? In NYC, we had one ...shit, like 15 years ago. It was enough to shake the house, but some folks slept through it, so it wasn't all that fierce, obviously. I really want to move out to the West Coast someday, but I'm usually thinking northern California or Oregon...mostly cuz I want to stay far away from the black hole of bullshit that is LA.
Gotta jet and get some sleep. I love when you update...makes my friggin night.
wait that may not make sense to you .
oh hell.