Secluded Desert Island for the Stoopid

Is it bad to lift things you really like?

Like this:

http://www.webwire.com/ViewPressRel.asp?aId=31798


My brain is screwed, I can physically feel it changing: discipline, with a side of Christmas morning thrown in; how can each new day be simply amazing for the fact that it IS and I AM? I wake up and rub my body all thankful for the new day, and it pays me back in a way good way, just a respect for the "temple" that I have never ever appreciated until the budding now. I have much to learn.

Have I dropped this yet? Me & G. STILL haven't had more than tic tacs & kisses, this is like 2 days after the blog sent out earlier today 'cause I forgot to send the draft until today, oh well...

Oh the torture! I have drawn the line, we eat in next 2 weeks or... or... well, not really sure it's like that, more just, "hey! let's do this, k?" All smiles from this end; he's not simply the most funny guy I have ever known, yet a sweety too. Robin Williams is my HERO! Brilliant, funny, short & hairy, what more could a girl ask for?

Okay, okay, for whatever reason, probably like him for the stoopid car only at this point, I'll admit that the 9K shifter has me going a tad. He has not a Kompressor but an S2000 Honda 2 seater convertible, nice... He seems to care, jabbers on about nothing mostly, work maybe, I just glaze over and nod, feels good to hear his voice and look at the fire burning on the barbeque. He feels the same about me, pretty sure...

Ok, kids snoozing, might be close to G-time, HA! Time, silly, silly! Anyone have a remote island up for sale? I'm thinking about pilot"s lessons again.

Mox Smooches,

D.

And

Thanks Kermit for the following realization on Life:


(A discussion between Monks, in my opinion)





What is your purpose in life? To see with a clear eye.
> What is the rationale behind our life? Trick question. There is none.
> Why do we live in this life? Our parents had sex.
> These questions frequently intrigue people who try to find accurate answers. The young monk said that he wanted to be enlightened more than anything. The old master calmly continued to stare straight ahead. When the young monk's attention wandered, the old master grabbed the back of his neck and shoved his face into the water cistern nearby. The young one struggled frantically, but he was no match for the old man. Just when he thought he would die, the old man released him. The monk collapsed on his knees, coughing up water and gasping for air. "When you want enlightenment as much as you want air, you will be ready to study Zen", said the master.