June 16, 2006

• The Game

   
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  "the game": from Kali Mama 1. I'll respond with something random about you 2. I'll challenge you to try something 3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you 4. I'll tell you something I like about you 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of 7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you 8. if i do this for you you must post it in your journal tkinokc 1. You sparkle. 2. Photograph yourself. 3. azure 4. you are a real friend, a true friend, a friend who will call me on my bullshit 5. For real: When I was freaking out about staying home with the kids, and I was asking you on the phone, what was I supposed to do all day? And you gave me a great suggestion: to join the MOMS Club. And then we became friends. 6. wolf 7. Do you believe in reincarnation?

  
  

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  I do believe in reincarnation.  I think that we all get to keep trying this life out until we "get it".  I see people do the same things over and over and over and never learn from it.  I think we are doomed to keep doing the same things in another life unless we get it figured out in this life.  Once we get it completely figured out, that's when we get to rest.

  
  

  When I was in my early 20's, I had a friend who was really into looking into her past lives.  She helped me once "go back" and it really startled me.  So much so, I really didn't want to do it again.  It was feelings and emotions that came to me more so than actions.  It was overwhelming to have all those "feelings". 

  
  

  I remembered being a rock-n-roll singer who died too soon.  Actually, I remembered a passionate love of singing and performing and that it was over too soon.  TOO SOON.  A panicky feeling of it being over too soon.  I "saw myself" and looked like Ritchie Valens. 

  
  

  

  
  

  A year or two later the movie about Ritchie Valens came out.  It totally freaked me.  It was familiar, but at the same time in my mind I was saying, "that's not true"  "that's not how it happened".  That memory of when I "went back" flooded back to me and that's when I put together that it was Ritchie Valens that I looked like.  Now, I'm not saying that I *was* Ritchie Valens, but that's what it felt like when I "went back".

  
  

  Have you ever met a kid that was wise beyond his/her years or just the opposite?  When Stormy was little, I kept saying she was like a brand new person, freshly made.  She had absolutely no street smarts about her.  Well, she still doesn't.   Lovebug on the other hand, she's been around awhile.  She remembers things that happened before her lifetime.  One of those things that she first told us about was that Gravy Train commercial.  Remember it?  It hasn't been on in years around here, but one night at dinner Dh and I were being goofy about the gravy.  We started singing "Graaaaveeeeey" like the commercial.  Lovebug pipes up and says "that's the

  
  

  

  
  

  song where there are horses pulling a wagon and dogs are chasing after it".  She was about 2.5 when she said this.  Dh and I just looked at one another in amazement.  How could she have known that?  She's doing that kind of thing all the time.  So much so, I don't remember each of them.  Just the other day, though, we saw something somewhere and she said, "that's what Flappers wear."  I just looked at her in amazement.  She was right.  It was what flappers wore.  I can't remember now if it was an outfit or a hair style.  Doesn't matter.  She'll do it many more times, I'm sure.

  
  

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  Now for photos taken of myself.

  
  

       

  
  

  This is really me.  I'm always driving someone somewhere.  The last picture . . . I'm turning into the driveway, hopefully for the last time today.  But I'm not counting on it.    

  
  

  

  
  

       

  
  

  Here I am in front of the refrigerator.  Another part of my life . . . I feel like I'm always preparing food, putting food away, eating food.  I feel like I spend way too much time in the kitchen.

  
  

  

  
  

  Here is where I'd rather be most of the time.  Outside. Under my Pecan tree.  With iced tea.  In a tall glass.

  
  

   

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