March 17th, 2003


Yeay Money Breathing Room, Phew

Hey everyone, do you remember when I wrote that I did a mini Tarot reading and drew an Ace of Coins? The Ace of coins is a nice friendly little card that can mean, "Hey You, stop worrying, here comes some money." I was so happy and thought, thank God, because I was poor poor poor, with lots of stupid little eBay payment auctions due, and sellers clamoring for their money.

Things had gotten so low because, long story short, Mom, who controls my trust accounts, got uptight about money, and refused to transfer funds from our trusts to our checking accounts. At the same time, the man who handles our brokerage accounts quit and forgot to tell the new guys in charge that they have to transfer moneys into a certain account by the first of every month. So the money I depend on every month to pay my bills just wasn't there, and all of my checks started bouncing.

Things were looking very scary and grey there for a bit but now, all of a sudden, everything is okay again. I have money in my accounts and my credit card has agreed to give me a bit of credit to tide me over until I can pay them. Ace of Coins, see.

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Hey Look, President John Quincy Adams didn't feel like getting down and partying on Saint Pat's Day either.

Happy Saint Patrick's day to all my fellow Irish.

A Talking Hebrew Fish

OMG did you hear this about a Carp/Gefilte fish that suddenly became animated and began shouting Biblical prophecies in Hebrew just as it was about to be slaughtered? I'm not kidding. I just heard about this on the radio.

What is even more shocking is that the fish cutters killed it anyway, chopped it up and sold it. Man, you would have to be an idiot whose stupidity lies somewhere well beyond the known borders of idiocy to kill a fucking talking fish. Let alone a fish who can speak Hebrew and knows Bible prophecy.

Beau loves this Talking Billy Bass site.

Sleeping Together With Kids

Beau went to sleep tonight without my help. He didn't need any cuddling and so far he hasn't awakened and come to ask me to help him fall asleep. My poor darling Beau has been having night fears. He has trouble falling asleep because he thinks that someone is watching him as he sleeps from just the other side of the door to his second room. When he gets afraid of sleeping in his room he likes to come and sleep with me. But he is a little bed hog with whirling arms, and my sleeping is so disturbed and light with all of my health complications, that it's better for me when he sleeps in his own room. Plus, I am a tiny bit worried and a little bit ambivalent about our sleeping together.

He's twelve now and while my instinct says, it's fine, I'll know if it ever gets weird and isn't right for us to sleep together, I'm still mindful of how other people feel about this. I even used my ex-brother-in-law's sleeping with his Mother when he was in his late teens as an excuse to judge them. I'm sorry about that now, it just goes straight to my lifelong lesson of every single judgement I have ever made against someone else boomeranging back against me. When Beau was an infant, I was a big proponent of The Family Bed. I read all about bundling. I sometimes think about how George Washington and Martha invited people into their own bed, to sleep with them. I'm also all about battling down the decrepit stodgy old walls of convention. So, just as with breast feeding, we are finding our own way.

Still thinking about that fish...