What's your dream job?
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Publié :7/6/2019 15h37
Dernière mise à jour :11/6/2019 4h34 17321 vues
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This was an exceptionally sucky work week. I usually love my job. This week, not so much. On top of the usual cranky residents and the constant shift wars between my staff, I had to deal with lining up a rolloff dumpster and cheap labor force to deal with the aftermath of 3 1/2 feet of flood water in the basement. The highlight of the week may have been dealing with a new staff member who wants "all the overtime I get", yet "but I cant work those open shifts, I only want overnight." Well, ok princess, let me tell the supervisor to totally redo the entire schedule and move the others who only want overnights to other shifts so you can be happy. Gaaahh.
I have pretty much decided to turn in my boss and pursue my dream job. I want to drive a pilot car for oversize loads. Seriously. That's what I want to do.
If you could have any job you choose, what would it be?
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The Invitation
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Publié :2/6/2019 7h43
Dernière mise à jour :7/6/2019 15h38 19790 vues
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The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for LOVE
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your Moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with Wildness!
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own Soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.” It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
By Oriah © Mountain Dreamer
from the book The Invitation
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Strange pussies
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Publié :31/5/2019 20h21
Dernière mise à jour :2/6/2019 7h44 20754 vues
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in for a wild weekend with not just 1, but 2 strange pussies.
No, not THAT kind, the furry kind. Oh wait, 70's sasquatch bushes are coming back I hear.
The kind that purr when you stroke them, oh wait...
Cats. cats. Cute teensy tiny cats.
My area was hard but flooding this week. Someone I know has a cat rescue, she took in 2 orphaned kittens on Monday, and her home flooded on Wednesday. She has to go of town for work this weekend, and her husband has to gut their house. She was near tears over what to do with the orphans. Being an animal lover, and a not so shitty person in general, I said "well, I can take them for the weekend, I've bottle fed orphaned animal before, even raised a pine squirrel once, his name was Fast Freddy." There were actual tears and long (too long) hugs and after work I went to her house and collected the kittens and supplies.
So my weekend plans are pretty sedate, but oh goooooodnessssss are they sweet!
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Serious question for the men....
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Publié :22/5/2019 13h43
Dernière mise à jour :10/6/2019 17h47 31931 vues
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How difficult is it to shave your testicles? I know how tricky it can be to shave my lady bits, and nothing dangles from my body. Seriously, how to you shave your ballsacks guys?
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Blast from the past
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Publié :21/5/2019 17h09
Dernière mise à jour :23/5/2019 22h34 22510 vues
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I very recently had a chance to become reacquainted with one of the very first people I met here. I know this probably seems like a helluva strange place to meet people that you connect with in a non sexual way, but it does happen. Years had gone by since we spoke last, maybe 8 or 9, but 3 minutes into a phone call we were right back where we were then. Our kids our older, we are older, one of us has had major relationship changes, the other is still working on the same mission project. Careers have changed. Everything has changed, except our rapport. I don't think I can describe how nice it felt to hear his voice again, especially to hear him say my voice in the exact same "what am I gonna do with you" tone. I hope he could hear my smile.
Now, I don't mean to take anything away from the other friendships I have made over my years here, I love you guys too, but he was the one I lost touch with and who crossed my mind often but I had no contact info for. The universe set things up for our paths to cross again, and I am grateful.
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Ah, there it is
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Publié :19/5/2019 10h25
Dernière mise à jour :23/5/2019 22h35 22382 vues
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And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
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Anyone?
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Publié :15/5/2019 14h24
Dernière mise à jour :16/5/2019 6h47 22519 vues
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Anyone else feel this right in the chest?
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Adios mf'er
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Publié :30/4/2019 3h08
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2019 4h11 14672 vues
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There are times in life when we are faced with parting ways with a thing that doesn't serve us well. Could be a car, a worn out pair of jeans, a bad bf/gf, anything at all that no longer suits us.
Today is one of those times in my life. All I can say is "listen here gallbladder, I grew you myself, I fed you a mostly healthy diet, I watered you with good clean water, the sunshine from my very soul warmed you, I never subjected you to excessive alcohol and really no drugs at all (sorry about those edibles, that wasnt fun for either of us) , and you still fail me! You just up and die! You could learn a thing or too from a uterus you know, I put that thing through hell and it's still kicking."
My only eulogy for you, my dear non functioned bile storage container, is you can just go eat a bag of dicks!
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