The Masons & Me Part ll

Curiosity is a cool thing. I wonder if the Freemasons ever allowed women to join their secret society? And is it really true George Bush and John Kerry are Freemasons?

Food for thought. Food for thought.

The Masons & Me

Yesterday I woke from a startling dream about the Masons. Before I get to the dream let it be known since reading the Di Vinci Code by Dan Brown years ago, my fascination with them is heightened.

On a trip the year before my dad passed away we drove to Detroit for a family wedding. To keep the to conversation going thus making the drive seem shorter, I engaged my dad in highlights from the book. My neurotic enthusiasm probably just about drove him over the edge. He finally confessed his brother was a Mason to my utter astonishment. By then, he opened a can of worms and must have regretted ever telling the daughter who never stops talking.

Fast forward to yesterday morning at 6am when I woke from this weird dream. Basically the dream entailed returning a scared book to the Masons in New York City. The sequence of events included some of my Does and my two sons.

Upon entering the Masonic Temple in Times Square, we were guided up a beautiful cream marble staircase in a place that looked similar to Ripley's Believe It or Not store with all the trappings of Mason handiwork.

Basically I was chosen to become a Mason. In my dream I remember saying No! No! Make my sister a member not me, shoving the book in her hands, thinking all I needed was another club to added to my already busy schedule. In a desperate plea to avoid membership, I protested that women were not allowed to be in the Masons to no avail. Some dream.

Later that day, I retold the dream to a Doe and we got a chuckle out of it without a doubt that dream definitely will not come true. Good night and sweet dreams.

Weekend begins

The boys are home today so I stayed in bed longer that usual to avoid making HH java. I need my rest, lol. Now he's off and I have a quiet house until the boys wake to be fed and play.

Yesterday, I sat in my car getting some papers ready and thinking about a c.v. I sent out early in the week and coincidently bumped two guys who work in the office in the matter of five minutes of each other. Weird.

I watched the last episode of Grey's Anatomy last night. It was good but Meredith's character bugs me at times, especially when she jeopardized her pregnancy to be with Derek. I admit to being a Grey's fan. I also caught The Good Wife too. Great show.

Today, it's haircuts for the boys and justing hanging around home. Tomorrow, HH and I attend an engagement party.

Happy Anniversary

Hot husband plucked down the big bucks this year and bought me a new laptop. What a great surprise. My immediate reaction had to be: what did he do? Then how sweet. For a couple of months he mentioned how he owed me a very nice anniversary present. It took me off guard since I needed not remind him about the date.

So here I am logging a post to my blog on my new and very exquisite laptop thanks to Hot Husband. I am a very lucky wife.

So here's to one happy anniversary woman. Cheers.

Oprah Live

This past weekend I had the pleasure of being in Oprah's company. She was amazing, with an ignamic personality she draws you in. Like the rest of mostly women we were captivated by her presence. I spent the weekend in NYC with one of the Doe Sisters to attend Live Your Best Life series celebrating the 10th anniversary of O magazine.

Oprah open up the weekend festivities with a very short introduction and gave the floor to Elizabeth Gilbert of Eat Pray Love, who by the way is terrific. Later that evening Oprah spent almost two hours telling us about her life and how she became the biggest name in show biz. From her roots in the south to her arrival on T.V. in the early 80's.

In the mix, I got to see Dr. Oz live and in person. What a handsome and sexy doc! Also, Martha Beck, an O columnist who equally captivated her audience.

But that was only the beginning, lets just say Oprah treats people exceptionally nice. I came home with a beautiful purse and an inspiration book of quotes and other countless items. If you have have the opportunity to see Oprah take it.

What did I leave NYC aside for the cute pink purse I bought but best of all I came home with very insightful messages on living your best life. Enjoy.

Toxic Friends

Recently I came across an article about toxic friendships. To be honest I did not really read it in entirety, wishing now to read it. Today, I experienced what one could label a toxic friendship and just realized it's been like this forever.

In short form, I noticed yesterday my friend lets call her DoePhin sneakingly went behind my back. For what reason? What was she to gain? One upping her friend. In a perplexing daze, I set up harmless trap to see where Doephin would take it. This morning to my less than surprised self, I got it, finally. Like a child flustering for attention, she tattled on me.

Actually, her behavior never wavered, I am the one who chose not to dwell on her less than ideal qualities. Is this a toxic relationship? The anger and disbelief is directed at me, kicking myself in the soul.

So what is a Doe to do in a situation like this. Well, I thought for a while about revenge but remember some saying that its similar if not the same as to agression, yadayada. I vow to stay clear of her and let the friendship fade out over time. Like my resolve at turning forty, I am keeping the positives and dropping the negatives.

Relief.

Colds and Nightmares

This weekend a head cold decided to visit me for the weekend. It dropped by on Friday afternoon without any warning, it's usually modus operanti. Friday left my boys in a quandary and wondering what to do for the evening with mom in bed. Off they went to the movies. Hot Husband despite missing a day at the office went to his Rock Band practice. That night brought a restless sleep and my body up around 7am.

In the shower in an attempt to wash away the germs that plagued me to no avail and out the door by 8:45 to sign the little one up for summer camp. Back home two hours later to pick up my older one and try and make a food grab at the local Costco and get lunch. Not nutritious but food in their bellies. The worst is having two hungry boys, no energy to prepare lunch and no food in the pantry. Then back home to bed. That night the cold began to subside replaced by a dry cough. I actually made dinner to my boys delight.

That night I figure would be much easier to sleep. Hah. I had two of the worst nightmares in a long time that left me perplexed and frightened. Even a day later, the dreams are vivid. Yuck. I attribute this to my cold which is nothing but an occasional cough.

Ca la vie. Have a great day. Three days to Oprah!! Hooray.