"Orange suggests that an expected change in your situation will be delayed"

I had a dream full of orange, and old friends.

"Orange: Spleen Chakra: The emotions-- This is the center of your body governing your emotions, relationships and creativity. Whe you are drawn to this color there is usually a power struggle occuring in your life having to do with money and/or sex. Use this color energy to help manage desier and express your creativity and life force."

"Tibetan Buddhist monks have long worn orange as a sign of wisdom, spontaneity, intuition and living in the present moment."

"Orange dreams
The best dreams are orange. I usually dream in black and white but now and then there is an orange dream. A most beautiful incredible floating experience. It encompasses all senses, in incredible, unexpected ways. It never lasts long enough and the memories remain strong. I love the orange dreams."

Job description: I pour water from big bottles into little bottles. When I'm finished pouring the water from the big bottles to the little bottles, I pour all the water down the drain. Then I start over pouring the water from the big bottles into the little bottles.

I've decided to do everything earlier-- at least that is the goal for May. I had a momentary lapse trying to remember why I was wanting to do everything earlier . . . go to bed earlier to get up earlier to get to work, to leave work to do what ever it is I do in the evening . . . why did I want to push this up an hour?

Oh yeah . . . work. You would think everyone at my work was very motivated. We get to work pretty early most of the time. We work quickly while in the lab, and we goof off at our desks as much as possible. (Which is considerably easier for everyone else than it is for the lion and I, being that our cubicals are open to the world, and the rest are hidden away in corners. As a matter of fact we were busted by a group of Chinese business men or scientiests, who knows, they were touring the labs. They walked by and looked at us with questions in their slanty little eyes as we sat in our shared cubical munching animal crackers dipped in peanut butter talking about my disease ridden cat.)

All this because of our boss, BS. She is nice, pretty easy going- no micro managing . . .but she talks. She talks loud so we can all hear her over the machines. She talks about nothing and everything. She says the same thing 4 times in a row, or until someone responds. She talks about her car, her ex husband, her boyfriends, her daugher, her diet, her classes, her family . . . oh how she talks! Sometimes I want to stab myself in my ear with a pipetter! But I don't.

And our coworker, E, likes to defy BS. Everyday E wears sandles in the lab. Everyday BS says to E, "Your toes are showing!" (with an air of mock scandalization and the slightest of lisps) Everyday E responds (and with finess) "I know." As if to say, "The showing of this one extrodinarily long second toe hanging off the front of my sandle is the crowning joy of my day." And everyday E walks away with the proud gait of a woman who has raged against the 'the man' and has lived another day to wear sandles in the lab.

Speaking of wearing sandles in the lab, it is against safety policy, as is wearing saris in the lab and "putting out fires which require breathing air." Heck, I am required to breath air all the time! NO fires are going out on my watch. NO! I'm going to be off breathing air somewhere out of the way!

So-- the lion and I stand in the back of the lab and bark at each other, then we say "En Francais!" and we shout, "Le bark! Le bark!" And we laugh because we find this highly amusing, and because we just want to do something to drown out the talking.

"Nevertheless, he was not content, however great his urgency, to settle for less and live the rest of his days with a wife who had large feet and a strong charcter."
Daughter of Fortune Isabel Allende

Which, of course, led to an internet search on the Chinese practice of foot binding. Which I maintained from the beginning must have been a man's idea. So the website tells, a Chinese prince over 1,000 years ago admired the small "golden lilly" feet of one of his concubines and thus the tradition of bending over the toes of a small female child, breading her foot at the arch and twisting the broken feet up on themselves. The feet were then bound with tight winding cloths and eventually the feet would shrink so that an adult woman's feet could fit into tiny slippers only three to four inches long. Of course she had to keep the slippers on all the time because not only where the "golden lillies" ugly as all get out-- the deformed and mutilated bones would begin to seep a "foul smelling substance."

The women could not walk more than a few (very small, shuffling) steps before she was beset with terrible pain. She was only an ornament.

The practice of foot binding continued until 1911 when it was banned by the new government.

fyi be very careful looking up "foot binding" on the internet . . . much like granny squares, things can easily go awry!

How do you measure up?
Username:
Time you were born:
City you were born in:
Intelligence - 95%
Looks - 73%
Success - 97%
Net Worth	$39,182,714.92
This QuickKwiz by waywardpixie - Taken 13793 Times.

and that's the harsh truth about me don't hate me because I'm beautiful

Yesterday I opened my door to go to work and there were little pink tickets all over my walkway. I picked them up and they each said, "You are insuperable."
Huh.
I didn't know what "insuperable" meant, but I put them in my purse and headed off to work.

INSUPERABLE: incapable of being surmounted, overcome, passed over, or solved.

Insuperable is a state of mind. Today I am insuperable, well, actually yesterday I was. I'm not feeling up to it today.

The other day a little girl knocked on my door to ask if my cat could come out to play. I told her my cat was already out playing, and if she could catch the cat, she could play with her. Sounded fair to me.

Last night I dreamed that my cat jumped off a bridge, never to be seen again. The again, I dreamed my pet panda fell off the same bridge on the same day and he too was never seen again. I really miss that panda.

Age eight: I've seen the world-

a child molester rolling by slowly in a beat up Caddy-
In motion

the 'fuck rock' just behind the fence in the woods-
In action

a used condom on the playground-
In full view

the ambulence came-- fat Pam O.D.ed . . .again
she can't do it right

Brenda had my brother's abortion . . .
sophmore year

patty-cake?
You know this one?
"Peanut butter mother fucker, two time bitch
mess around with me you get your ass kicked
'cause I'm a TT tucker and a bad mother fucker."
Mother goose has flown

Mouse was arrested-
all his kids got lice-
his house aint nothin' but roaches nohow

If you touch me there again, I'm telling my mom,
and she'll kill you-- you know she's crazy.
For real.

What'chu laughin' at fool? You on welfare too!

Age eight. I've seen the world.

motion
action
full view
dying
killing
rhyming
incarcerated
crazy
living
life of mine
age eight

"My captures continue to tourment me with bizzare dangling objects. They eat sumptuous meals while I am given only dry cereal to eat. My only consolation is that occationally I am able to destroy a piece of their furniture."

Happy Easter to all you peeps.


Although Just Born acquired Rodda for its jelly-bean-making capabilities, the Born family was fascinated with the three-dimensional marshmallow Easter chicks, called Peeps, that Rodda was also making at the time. Lauren Easterly, the Peeps brand manager at Just Born, said that a group of women at Rodda made Peeps by hand in the back of the factory. In 1953, it took Rodda 27 hours to make one Peep. Just Born mechanized Peep production and was able to bring the confection to consumers on a mass scale by 1954.

"We aren't women if we aren't desperate."

-she didn't want you to know she said it outloud.

"In these two tongue twisters, attention to the aspiration of prevocalic
plosives may be helpful for some students."

(I ask you, if a native English speaker can't read the directions, how can
the students learn to say the tongue twisters?)

pk