Chuga Chuga

Warning! 

You'll read this and feel like you've just embarked on a getaway train 

rocking to and fro way too fast on a curvy track through the mountains. 

Yeah, just like that.

1. The images in that "I spy..." post were created by the olive oil bubbles in water. I was supposed to be making pasta. Hubby took over....

2. The tax guy asked me "so, whattaya doing, are you working yet?" I said "nope, I'm still a bum. But I'm an artistic bum now. I was promoted."

3. At this time of year I always panic. What if I forgot how to ride the motorcycle? What if I take off, lift my feet, and fall over like a sack of potatoes. You do know by now how dramatic my head is, right?

4. I can't wait for the first warm day when I can drive without a coat. Isn't that the most glorious feeling? It makes me feel like I just lost 20 lbs and then I can celebrate my 'weight loss' with a little dessert. :)

5. Some of you know I've been on a spiritual quest along with all the other parallel quests I find myself in. It's become a habit to regularly talk to my angels and guides as when I'm driving "angels, keep the animals behind my car and drunk drivers far ahead of me" or "angels, tell my Mama's angels to stay close". The one that's become a running joke at home is "angels, please tell me how I can make money". You see, the thing is after I ask that something always blows up at my hubby's job. Literally. Being an electrician he needs to gather his crew to fix the blown transformers. He arrived from a 36 hr shift and I felt guilty for being a slug at home while he works his butt off. I asked the angels to help me make money again. Within a couple hours we received the call. Another transformer blew. Off he went and just returned from a 30 hr shift with a message from the guys "tell Elena not to ask the angels for money atleast for another week, we're dead tired".

6. Did you know that the more you connect to guidance (God, the angels, your higher self, whatever) the more it's like opening a door? It's like clearing debris from a sewer grate and suddenly everything flushes through. Except, the flushing of information happens between 4-5 a.m.. Not so bad except the images and information coming into my dreams is so insistent that it won't stop until I wake up and write it down. Cool. But after a couple days it leaves me feeling a bit discombobulated.

Thus this train wreck of a post.