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angels at work...

I have been reading a book by Doreen Virtue, who writes about angels and how they help us.  I have a history with angels (more about that later), so I was very interested in what she had to say.  She says that there are all sorts of angels out there, just waiting to help us if only we just ask.  Even travel angels. Okay, so I love the idea of travel angels just smoothing the way for me.  So, I told Bonnie about this idea, on the way to the airport this morning.  I told her that SHE would have to ask the angels herself, since she was the one who was doing the traveling, and she said she would.

So, guess what happened for Bonnie today?  Her first flight (Portland to Minneapolis) was overbooked but they bumped her up to first class!  She was just thrilled.  Her second flight (Minneapolis to Syracuse) was also overbooked and she was afraid she might get bumped, but instead she got to sit in the exit row...again, she was thrilled.  I don't think she has had a more comfortable traveling experience in a long time.  She is really groovin' on travel angels right now.

Okay, so I think that I will be having a word with those travel angels, myself, on Tuesday.

sylvia browne and gordon smith...

Okay, how weird was it to have a psychic named Gordon Smith here in Oregon last night. If you aren't an Oregonian, you might not know that one of our U.S. Senators is named Gordon Smith.

But this Gordon Smith was an awesome medium. Too bad he had only an hour on the stage last night, because he was just fascinating. He was just so right on about people's loved ones, etc.

Then came Sylvia Browne. She gave a 'talk' for a little over an hour, but it really wasn't anything you couldn't have read in her books or seen on Montel Williams. Everyone was given a little paper bracelet with a number on it, when they came in. At the Q&A time, they pulled numbers at random, and then those people got to get in line to ask Sylvia things. This was more of what I was hoping for, but there was nothing but the randomness of hopefully getting called. I didn't. But it was interesting nonetheless.

There were over 4,000 people there. Yikes, we Oregonians must really go in for this stuff, big time...

total excitement...

Okay guys...I am totally jazzed because I am going to hear the psychic Sylvia Browne tonight. Maybe she will tell me something about my reasons for being here that I don't know...

precognitive thoughts...

I am not sure if I love it or hate it when I have little precognitive moments. I love that it is so weirdly mysterious but I hate it that it is so unpredictable (as in, I can't control when these things happen, they just DO).

Today's event:

I went to a movie (yah, all by myself in the middle of the day, the movie: Wimbledon). I have this Regal Cinemas card, the kind where you get a free soda or popcorn or movie every once in a while, quite randomly. As the clerk started to swipe the card, the thought crossed my mind that I was going to get a free movie ticket this time and I started wondering if I could send it to Bonnie to use. As the ticket seller handed me the ticket, he said, "Oh, you got a free movie ticket on your Regal card!"

Btw, this isn't the first time that something like this has happened to me. It isn't all THAT uncommon.

A couple of weeks ago, I was out grocery shopping and I thought, "John is going to call me." I started to unzip the pocket of my phone, waited a minute, and it rang...voila, John.

The most memorable ones happened almost exactly a year ago. My nephew was killed in a car accident and I was at the rosary/viewing. The rosary had just started and I was sitting beside my sister (his mom) and holding her hand when I suddenly thought, "Oh, no. My phone is about to ring." My phone was sitting under a table at the back of the room where I had left it when I had come in an hour before. I was thinking, "Should I get up and get my purse before it rings?" when it started ringing. Horrible embarrassment!

About a week later, I was on my way to my parents' house, in the car, and the phone was sitting beside me on the passenger seat. I suddenly thought, "Adam is going to call." The phone started ringing and I answered it, "Hi, Adam." And in fact, it was him.

These kinds of things sort of freak me out.

Love that Joan...

Yay, the premeire of my favorite show was on tonight. I just love Joan of Arcadia.

What do I love about it? I love that it makes Joan's relationship with God so personal. I love how she is allowed to have her doubts and her anger and her curiosity and there is no one telling her that she has to see her faith in a pre-determined way. I wish that I could run into God here and there and have him say funny, pithy things to me.

I love that it makes me think. It challenges me.

Now, remember, I grew up in a Catholic family. They didn't get really weird till I went to college (though I did do the whole Catholic schools, uniforms, nuns thing...) I even have a brother who is a priest.

There is no room in my family to deviate one iota from the Catholic dogma or the Pope's decrees. There is no room for questioning anything at all. I have been known to say that I don't believe in hell. I cannot believe the outrage that this comment can inspire. So, I am the family black sheep. They see me as some sort of less-than-acceptable, un-blessed Doubting Thomas.

This has been painful for me at times. I have come to accept that they have the right to hold whatever beliefs that they want, about God and about me. I have come to a point of peace about it. But it has been tough. Everyone wants their family to love and accept them and when that doesn't happen, it sucks. But there it is. Life. Rearing its less-than-beautiful head.

all quiet on the home front...

No word from Bonnie as to what she has done to resolve the Christmas-plane-home vs. French Final standoff. Silence has got to be good news.

Quiet night last night, with only Ross and Adam home for dinner. Scrubs season-opener was the highlight. I flashed past the Bush Twins extolling the virtues of their mother...which didn't seem to extend to intelligence, but apparently she is capable of making decent chocolate chip cookies and she is able to drive a carpool. Well...yeah.

Spending quite a bit of time reading 'A Woman's Journey to God'. The best part so far (as it applies to me) is the section just read about people that have left the religions of their childhood. Seems Catholics tend to be the most angry (moi?) due to experiences with nasty nuns, having women being excorciated as the sinners of society, and just general patriarchal bullshit. Couldn't agree more. I am starting to get past the angry stage, though. I never did believe that only Catholics go to heaven...never have despite the way the nuns tried to pound the belief into me. I get ticked off at things like nuns being given no retirement benefits; while priests are taken care of in their old age, nuns are on their own. Women have no place in the church besides dusting it and dragging their kids there. Okay, so I am still a little mad.

No word yet today from the Mom-in-Law, though I have tried to call several times. Hope all is okay. I might have to just drop by later, if I can't hail her on her cell phone.

Adam declares he wants us all home for dinner early, so that he can drive down to Salem and hang out with his Willamette buddies (and his girlfriend, no doubt). Am planning a delicious but easy supper of Garlic Chicken/Broccoli pasta.

The sky has cleared from earlier rains, so I am going to get in my daily walking miles...so, I'll catch y'all later.