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I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest...

I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country

I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection...

I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life...

I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife...

I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me...

I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living...

I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed.



What you can expect to find here:
  • the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area
  • reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!)
  • complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined
  • pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing
  • my love of irony
  • links to kooky news stories
  • way too much scatological musing for sane people


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    Tuesday, November 30, 2004
    Pass the Lysol...and the Ethanol

    My hubby is sick - bronchitis or some similar evil chest/throat/cough-inducing thing. He's at the doc now, and fter I get offline I'm wiping down every handle, doorknob, and nonporous surface AGAIN in antibacterial spray.

    On another note...

    I had a really wierd dream last night; in it deceased U.S. Senator Paul Simon was talking to me-  bow tie and all - giving me some sort homespun "advice" although now I have no idea what the specifics were! Argh! I mean, how many people get nocturnal visits from dead U.S. statesmen?!?!?

    I hope it was nothing too important, like how I can save the world from strife or end poverty and disease. I am guessing he was telling me not to feel too badly about driving my internal combustion engine vehicle, since the gas it uses contains ethanol and thus helps the economy of my downstate Illinoisans. Yeah. That's the ticket.

    Posted at 10:59 am by brandy101

    selfindulgence
    November 30, 2004   10:38 PM PST
     
    Paul Simon? I have to admit, I've never heard of anyone dreaming of the bow-tied one. Certainly a good man though, so if one must dream someone, it beats dreaming about um....Someone not as nice.

    Hopefully I can put my tagboard up again in a bit.
    brandy101
    November 30, 2004   02:54 PM PST
     
    Be nice, Adam! Sheesh - the diceman's twin is one to poke fun! ;)
    Adam
    November 30, 2004   11:59 AM PST
     
    Did you say anthing back to him? With those ears, I'm sure he could have heard you, even from the otherworld! :D
    princessdeirdre
    November 30, 2004   11:10 AM PST
     
    Hope hubby feels better soon. :(
     

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