I would love to mop the floors but, alas, I've just painted my nails, so the floors will have to wait.

Actually, I've been having several very deep thoughts over the last few weeks. I've not shared them with you because, hey, the superficial stupid stuff is more fun. Plus I don't do serious well. However, for example: I was at Yoga last week when it came to me that my Daddy was 71 when he passed over (and I miss him terribly!). I will be 35 next month. That means that I've lived just about half of my Daddy's life. So if I were to die at 71 like my Daddy, that means I have just a little over 35 years to accomplish whatever it is I hope to accomplish.

If I were to die right now, my epithet would read, "Here lies Krystal. She was incredibly fertile and could give birth really well. She had big boobs and enjoyed sex."

I think I'd like something different. I'd like to be a specialist at something that I keep my clothes ON for. So here I sit.

I could meditate on the subject, but I get monkey mind and I keep thinking about the laundry, the floors, the kitchen, what I'm going to make for dinner the next few days, the shopping list, do we need milk? how are we on bread and peanut butter? Either that or I wind up on the bridge of the Enterprise going "where no one has gone before." (Sorry, I told you that I don't do serious well.) You're suppose to totally clear your mind when you meditate. I can't do that.

It did happen on the back of that motorcycle Wednesday. I'm still giddy about that. For the first half I had my eyes open and was looking around thinking, "Way fun! I need me one of these!" For real though, when that bike was moving and the wind was in my hair I could close my eyes and NOTHING was in my head. Absolutely NOTHING. Why can't I do that while meditating? Wish I could though because DAMN! my head needs a break now and then. Maybe I need to relax more and not try so hard.

Anyway, I'd love to focus more on my craft, study the Runes and Ogham more. I love candle magick, reading cards, Reiki. I LOVE these things because I can help people. I love my Reiki because it isn't always just physical. I can't go any further than that because, well, I just can't.

***My daughter just came in here to tell me that her brother "blahed her." I didn't know what she was talking about so she tells me, "I was talking and he blahed me." Translation: She was talking and he went, "Blah, blah, blah." Wonder where he got that from...***

Alright, that pretty much ended my moment of introspection.

I had this crazy dream last night. I have some friends who have started off in the gem stone business. I saw some last night at the Dojang. They were beautiful. So I have this dream that my lovely, well behaved children got ahold of these gemstones, took them out of their containers and started to throw them all over the Dojang. I'm looking at my Sabunim saying, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I pay for all of them! I'm so sorry!"

Then the alarm went off.