Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I Have Made Myself a New Home

I have moved this blog to a new location!

Click here------->The Glass Dragonfly

Please check it out, update your bookmarks, and let me know how the new site works for you. I've got a few little things yet to work out but it is up and running! This blogger site will no longer be updated....unless, of course, things go terribly wrong!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Healing Touch



It sounds nice. Felt nice too!

I went to a Mind Body Spirit Fair yesterday and had the opportunity to have a short Healing Touch session. It was really quite lovely.

From the University of Minnesota Healthy Lifesytle Pages:

Healing Touch is an "energy therapy" that uses gentle hand techniques thought to help re-pattern the patient’s energy field and accelerate healing of the body, mind, and spirit.

Healing Touch is based on the belief that human beings are fields of energy that are in constant interaction with others and the environment. The goal of Healing Touch is to purposefully use the energetic interaction between the Healing Touch practitioner and the patient to restore harmony to the patient’s energy system.

I don't know about the effectiveness of this practice, but wow, it felt wonderful.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Monday Mix

 
 
 
 

Saturday, February 7, 2009

An Afternoon at the Movies

Slumdog Millionaire Film Clip - The Boys On A Train

Starr and I went to see Slumdog Millionaire this afternoon. We both liked it very much. Was it my all time favorite movie? I don't think so, but I am glad that we finally managed to get out to watch it. Bits and pieces of it will stay with me for a long time.

We had a little conversation in the car on the way there:
Starr: I heard this was a Bollywood movie, with dancing and stuff.
Me: I heard that it wasn't.
Starr: I am pretty sure I saw a clip of dancing...Bollywood style.
Me: I am pretty sure that isn't the case, but we'll see.
Turns out we were both right...in a way.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Escape to Seattle

It was the Summer of 2007, just a few short months after the accident. Life and emotions were raw and overwhelming. We were having difficulty making sense of our surroundings. My parents offered to help us get out of town for a few days and Starr and I decided to go to Seattle for a long weekend.

It was truly an unplugging.
  
A much needed break.

We did all the touristy things.

...and had a good time.
  
We weren't able to forget everything, there were many random moments of tears, but getting out of town, getting away from the day-to-day was crucial. Everything was still waiting for us when we returned, all the pain, the reminders...but taking a break, that break, was just what we needed.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

25 Things (or more) About Starr

As my back is still giving me serious pain and I can't sit at the computer for long periods of time I thought I would steal Starr's 25 Things list and post it here. It made me smile...and I needed that:

1) My hair is probably the #1 thing I like about myself . . . and I am second guessing my haircut :( lol

2) I love watching documentaries about anything and everything.

3) Nobody laughs at me when I try to be funny, but everyone laughs at me when I'm being serious

4) In middle school and high school I bought sweatshirts everywhere I went, now I have 30 or more they take up an insane amount of room in my closet.

5) I want to travel the world and go to every continent minus Antarctica!

6) I'm really excited to see what my siblings end up like when they get older, hopefully they are as cool as me! Haha they're already probably cooler than me!

7) I like to make funny faces in the mirror when no one is around. It's surprising nobody has caught me yet!

8) I hate the cold. A lot.

9) I LOVE the smell of pool. Chlorine is probably my favorite smell, that is except for hot apple pie

10) I LOVE MY FRIENDS because they still love me <3

11) I'm afraid that I'll get Alzheimer's so I take crazy amounts of pictures of people and the places I see so that I never forget.

12) I'm pretty sure that I'll be famous one day for one reason or another. When I was younger I was pretty positive that I would be a super model . . . I still have my hopes ha after I get a personal trainer lol! Most likely I'll become friends with Oprah or a friend of mine will become famous and I'll be famous by default

13) There's probably a name for it, but I have a phobia of bumpy growths on people and things . . . like excessive amounts of moles or warts or those trees with the bumps on the leaves. Makes me sick.

14) I want a ton of kids that all look like the kids from John and Kate Plus 8. I think that I'm going to have ugly kids though . . . At least I will love them and I'm sure they will be talented:/

15) I've been to random countries like Norway, Iceland and The Isle of Man, but I've never been to Mexico. Lame.

16) I have a problem with commitment. I have played field hockey, volleyball and softball; played the violin, cello and saxophone. I have been in choir, done speed swimming, synchronized swimming, cheerleading and fencing, tried to learn spanish and french, joined knitting club and Shakespeare club, done ballet, modern, musical theater, gymnastics and baton twirling. I just couldn't chose.

17) I don't see the point in watching sports games until the playoffs. Before that it's boring.

18) I bet you can't guess my favorite band.

19) I want to and I will make a difference in the world with the help of my best friend and an ANGEL

20) If I could wear flip flops everyday for the rest of my life I think I would. Even to my wedding.

21) I love talking about myself. I could do it all day haha

22) I hate it when people say "we were just talking about you" . . . whether what was said was good or bad it makes me really uncomfortable.

23) I'm afraid of being forgotten . . . please don't forget me!

24) I'm a really picky eater, really picky, but I will eat whatever is served if someone else made it for me and I will say that I loved it!

25) I will- never eat snails or caviar (to the dismay of my grandparents), never leave the house without looking in the mirror, never go a day without saying "I love you", never like music by Barry Manilow (Skye & Starr "Her name was Lyla, she was in the circus"), I will never see 11:11 without kissing a wall or run a yellow light without touching the ceiling and never ever will I ever shave my head or play a sport that could compromise my face.

Hope you liked it!!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Flashing Lights

With each attempt to move...flashing lights! Stupid (insert long list of creative and explicit cuss words here!!) pain!

All that catching up that I managed to do recently has been completely undone. Starr has been staying here to help me out, but between my immobility, and her casualness....oh well...it will come together again when I get better.

Bruno suggested a hot bath which sounds wonderful...but sadly I don't think that my back will allow it.

Monday, February 2, 2009

The Things You Take for Granted

This is not a philosophical post. Just a bit of whining.

Mid-afternoon, yesterday, I was doing some dishes when I felt a little twinge in my lower back. Within seconds, I was in pain. Moving, sitting, standing, all causing pain. Moving from sitting to standing is nearly impossible. And bending over? Unthinkable.

I immediately took some Motrin and plugged in a heating pad, but as of this moment, a nights sleep and several doses of pain "reliever" I have had no relief.

You don't realize just how many times you bend over, sit, stand, walk, reach, go to the bathroom!! (ugh) until you can't or it causes such pain. Diet coke is my morning coffee. I can see it there on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, pushed towards the back. Teasing me with it's nearness. Yet unattainable. Damn it!

I am afraid that it is going to be a very long day!

Friday, January 30, 2009

The iPod Game

One of those Facebook memes going around my circle these days:

The iPod Game

INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Put your iPod or other music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
* I added an mp3 link when possible. The links without a play button (like this --> "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" - Vampire Weekend) will take you to a place where you can hear the song. Sadly there were a couple songs that I couldn't find at all.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Rattlesnake Charm (Dream Machine) --Sean Hayes

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Sex and Mayhem --Devastations

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Say What You Want --Texas

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
No More Running Away --Air Traffic

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Red Light --Jonny Lang

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Superstar (Carpenters Cover) --Sonic Youth

WHAT IS 2+2?
Kid Fears --Indigo Girls

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Don't Dream it's Over --Crowded House

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Eleanor --Low Millions

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
The Way We Get By --Spoon there is a free download at betterPropaganda!

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
When I am Gone --Sparrow House

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Postcards From Italy --Beirut

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO (hear) AT YOUR WEDDING?
Waiting For the Sun --The Jayhawks

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Oxford Comma --Vampire Weekend again there is a free mp3 at betterPropaganda!

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
If You Fall --Azure Ray

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
The Very Thought of You --Billie Holiday

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Love Revolution --All Mighty Whispers

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
In the Time We've Got --The One AM Radio

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Over My Head (Cable Car) --The Fray

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Double Vision --The Ponys

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Happy --MaryKate O'Neil

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Coffee and Cigarettes --Michelle Featherstone

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
There's a Girl --The Ditty Bops

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Solome --Van Elk

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Won't Be Long --Ferraby Lionheart

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Precious --The Pretenders

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Goodbye --Elephant Parade

WILL YOU POST THIS?
I am Not My Hair (Konvict Remix) --India.Arie feat. Akon

Thursday, January 29, 2009

It's About the Dog

A short while ago, I wrote about finally cleaning out the boxes in my garage. The boxes of salvageable items from Starr's car. Thankfully the police officer who gathered these items for us was careful and there wasn't anything in the boxes that had blood or glass on them. I can't say the same for the local coroner who handed me Starr's purse and wallet, just days after the accident. I will always hate him just a little bit for that. It was his attitude and the things he said, like he was trying to do things to purposefully upset me. I was already upset. Hell, I am still upset.

The way he brought me to the back of his truck and opened the doors just so we could stand there by the gurney that had carried Sunny's body. We didn't need to be there, he already had Starr's belongings in his hands. He then handed me the wallet and started picking bloody glass out of it while I was holding it. Tossing the bits, bits of Sunny, onto the parking lot while "apologizing" for having tinted windows in the back of the truck "but he needed them because of the types of things he carried back there." Was he taking it upon himself to make sure that I knew something terrible had a happened? Trust me, I knew. Was it some sort of cruel punishment for being the parent of the survivor? It was cruel and I will never forget it.
 


*deep breath*

Back to the boxes. One of the items salvaged from the car, was this little stuffed dog. He was the girls constant companion. He was there for all the fun that they had and he was there when Sunny died. I have adopted him and he sits in my room, clearly visible at all times. He does bring back memories of Sunny with each and every glimpse, but for some reason he doesn't make me sadder. I appreciate this token and the memories he carries. This dog will never be just another stuffed animal thrown in a drawer or box and forgotten.

He means something to me.