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So I'm really bad with LJ. I won't leave it - I do come back from time to time, but I've pretty much become a MySpace only user.

Since most people seem to have that too, please add me http://www.myspace.com/ladycirce

I miss you guys.

:)

Oh yeah - I'm also over 2 months pregnant today! I had my first ultrasound. It looks like a potato blob. I got to see the heart beating, and I must say that it's kind of cool to see your uterus in live-action on a monitor.

Our bodies are pretty fantastic. The utrasound pic is in my MySpace.

5 Weeks & 3 Days

I'm pregnant!

I'm 5 weeks and 3 days along right now.

I have a due date of Saturday July 19th, 2008.

Please keep us in your thoughts for a healthy and happy pregnancy. :)

KrisCrafts is HERE!


Very few of you already know because I've tried to keep it pretty hush hush, but my online store is now ready for orders!

I've started my own company, KrisCrafts - selling bath and beauty products. There are some really great products, all handmade by me! So please tell your friends! :)

If you enter in the coupon code FRESH until 9/30 you can get 10% off your online order of $10 or more.

Those that know me personally and live in the Atlanta Metro area can enter in the coupon code LOCAL to remove the shipping costs (for local pickup).

Anyway - go check it out! Please tell your friends and family!

KrisCrafts Website

Nawlins is SMELLY



I'm back from New Orleans. I took some pictures. I am too lazy to re-size more than 75.

You wanna see? Click here.

It's been so long...

It's always so long, isn't it though? Anyway, this funk seems to be perpetual.

I'm going to New Orleans on Saturday. I'll be there for a week. I'm still working at the same place. I still have an awesome dog and an awesome cat. My rat passed away almost a month ago, she was being cared for by a friend. I'm really hoping to take pictures in NOLA. I got bangs and new glasses (after 6 years!). Oh, and also I am pretty happy minus the artistic funk stuff.

Lovers without love.

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
- T.S. Eliot


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Definitely.



Inspiration is a beautiful thing.

I'm living in a dream state. Floating on clouds. Surviving on wishes.

And it feels marvelous.

God does not play dice with the universe.

A few years ago I was listening to NPR, and there was this episode of the Infinite Mind that talked about satisfaction. Yesterday, there was an exchange of words that reminded me of this.

I e-mailed an ex and asked him about it because I figured he, of all people, would know exactly where to find a transcript or something. He sent me a link to the lineup of the show (yay!), and to my surprise - they said they just aired this February of this year. Crazy!

Basically, the show goes on to explain how we, as Americans, are becoming more and more dissatisfied with our lives, even though we are becoming more successful and have more options. The problem is just that, though. We are exhausting our minds thinking about so many options...being far too analytical, that we are not being grateful for the things we have that would satisfy us. There is a parable about a man who thinks he is unhappy until he follows his rabbi's advice and moves a cow, a goat and some chickens into his tiny house and becomes miserable. Then, he moves them all out and then his life suddenly seems very satisfying.

One of the psychology professors on the show suggests that you can find your satisfaction through friends, family and exercise. You should set realistic expecations and not to feel as though you have to have detailed studies about every choice you face.

Another doctor, a professor of psychology and religion, suggested that at the end of every day to write down a few of the events throughout the day that you feel thankful for, and that this can help boost your sense of life satisfaction.

Although this seems like a relatively simple procedure, I understand that it is a commitment, and people with difficulty commiting to things may not benefit from this "prescription". I would still suggest it. I think I am going to start it myself. I have plenty of blank canvas around my room begging for my innermost thoughts, gratitudes and ideas.

In other news...There is a radio host named Krista Tippett that has a show called "Speaking of Faith" which is a public radio conversation about religion, meaning, ethics and ideas. Today, while working, I spent listening to her latest podcasts...Einstein's God and Einstein's Ethics. I found it particularly interesting, given my adoration of science.

A snippet:

In an address at a conference on science, philosophy and religion in 1941, Albert Einstein declared that science can only be created by those who aspire toward truth and understanding. He famously concluded: "Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind." Einstein understood science and religion to be separate realms, but joined by reciprocal relationships and dependencies. Most often he stressed how both realms acknowledge and honor the human sense of mystery.

The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. He who knows it not and can no longer wonder, no longer feel amazement, is as good as dead. A snuffed-out candle. It was the experience of mystery, even if mixed with fear, that engendered religion. A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestations of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty. It is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute the truly religious attitude. In this sense, and in this alone, I am a deeply religious man. I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the type of which we are conscious in ourselves. Enough for me, the mystery of the eternity of life and the inkling of the marvelous structure of reality, together with the single-hearted endeavor to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of the reason that manifests itself in nature.


My boss also had a conversation with me on Wednesday that had me nearly in tears. Sometimes it is hard to accept critism, especially when you think that you are doing well in your current field. Because of this conversation, today was the first day that I didn't want to go to work. I even slept in until 9:45 and debated on calling in sick. While I was at work, I wanted nothing more than to just come home. I worked my full 8 hours plus and came home to a rambunctious puppy dog and a hungry cat. I ate some dinner, took out the trash, soaked in the tub, spoke with a friend and then decided it was time to sit down and write this.

I start to write sometimes, and there are so many secrets, so many personal things I want to say...but I don't want to let them out. I am holding secrets right now. Not just my own, but other people's. It's becoming kind of heavy.

To you - who read this far, and to myself...for when I read this later...start being more thankful. Show gratitude. Don't expect everything to be the 100% absolute mind-blowing best, because setting such high expectations will only leave you unsatisfied. Life is a journey and it shouldn't take so much to achieve happiness. Take your one bad day out of 8834 or however many days old you may be and leave it at that. Breathe in, breathe out. Listen to the Rolling Stones...you can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find...you get what you need.

Dear Mr. Blue,



Mr. Blue,
I told you that I love you
Please believe me

Mr. Blue,
I have to go now, darling
Don't be angry

I know that you're tired
Know that you're sore and sick and sad for some reason
So I leave you with a smile
Kiss you on the cheek
and you will call it treason

That's the way it goes some days
A fever comes at you without a warning
And I can see it in your face
You've been waiting to break since you woke up this morning

Mr. Blue,
Don't hold your head so low
That you can't see the sky

Mr. Blue,
It ain't so long since you were flying high

Mr. Blue,
I told you that I love you
Please believe me

Hungover.

I have heard before that animals can pick up on your emotions.

I think my dog knows I'm hungover and is acting nice and calm today just for me.

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