val
October 26th, 2004, 04:44 AM
Well things are going swimmingly for me. I'm in a great job... comfy home. My financial situation is as stable as if not more than it's ever been. The building is going up behind the scaffolding quite nicely. The article I turned in on the woman who gave me the great quote was a big hit. And it was only the beginning.
And I just don't find a lot of valid reason to consult the Yi any more.
Plus I'm tired of their seeming to hark on the subject of my long gone boyfriend in the UK... My Great Man. It's been soooooo long since I've heard from him, I doubt I ever will... I'd be really surprised if I did. And I've determined that I imagined it all... that I misunderstood what the Yi was saying with 13.5, etc... that I misunderstood my dreams. I just want to close the door on this imaginary lover that has not and appears will never materialize again. And shutting out the Yi is a good way to do it. So ... I resolved on Friday to never ask the Yi another question about love life again.
I went to Palm Desert with my daughter and grandson for haircuts on Saturday. While I was getting my hair cut, I let my grandson play with my phone. My daughter took it from him after awhile because he was pushing the buttons just a little too much, and she thought he might manage to get a call through. She handed it back to me, and said, "Uh oh Mom... I'm sorry. It seems your grandson has managed to program a contact into your phone." I looked down at the name he'd managed to type in. I froze. I couldn't talk. I couldn't move. Someone kept trying to hand me a mirror to look at the cut, and I just stared in shock at the name on my phone.
It certainly could have been MY imagination all this time... but I KNOW it wasn't my 17 month old grandson's imagination. Through the hands of a babe... the contact name he typed in was jbjab. MGM's name.
Now that I'm over the shock, I'm going to chalk it up to coincidence... weird coincidence... very weird coincidence... and I'm back to my resolve.
And that said... I'm outta here. As much as I love the learning I've gotten about the Yi here, as much as I've grown fond of so many of the people here, as grateful as I am to Hilary for this wonderful opportunity, I'm loving the new friends I've made on my new job...they're so happy... and stable *grin* And I'm loving all my old friends that I've been reuniting with. I love the things we all get together and do in our spare time... and I want to do more... so I just don't really have any spare time left for the net... you know.
If you need me... my email addie is in my profile. Ciao for now.
Love,
Val
And I just don't find a lot of valid reason to consult the Yi any more.
Plus I'm tired of their seeming to hark on the subject of my long gone boyfriend in the UK... My Great Man. It's been soooooo long since I've heard from him, I doubt I ever will... I'd be really surprised if I did. And I've determined that I imagined it all... that I misunderstood what the Yi was saying with 13.5, etc... that I misunderstood my dreams. I just want to close the door on this imaginary lover that has not and appears will never materialize again. And shutting out the Yi is a good way to do it. So ... I resolved on Friday to never ask the Yi another question about love life again.
I went to Palm Desert with my daughter and grandson for haircuts on Saturday. While I was getting my hair cut, I let my grandson play with my phone. My daughter took it from him after awhile because he was pushing the buttons just a little too much, and she thought he might manage to get a call through. She handed it back to me, and said, "Uh oh Mom... I'm sorry. It seems your grandson has managed to program a contact into your phone." I looked down at the name he'd managed to type in. I froze. I couldn't talk. I couldn't move. Someone kept trying to hand me a mirror to look at the cut, and I just stared in shock at the name on my phone.
It certainly could have been MY imagination all this time... but I KNOW it wasn't my 17 month old grandson's imagination. Through the hands of a babe... the contact name he typed in was jbjab. MGM's name.
Now that I'm over the shock, I'm going to chalk it up to coincidence... weird coincidence... very weird coincidence... and I'm back to my resolve.
And that said... I'm outta here. As much as I love the learning I've gotten about the Yi here, as much as I've grown fond of so many of the people here, as grateful as I am to Hilary for this wonderful opportunity, I'm loving the new friends I've made on my new job...they're so happy... and stable *grin* And I'm loving all my old friends that I've been reuniting with. I love the things we all get together and do in our spare time... and I want to do more... so I just don't really have any spare time left for the net... you know.
If you need me... my email addie is in my profile. Ciao for now.
Love,
Val