posted December 03, 2004 07:17 PM         

I fell off the wagon today – its bad. It started out innocently enough, went to the mall, spent a long time at Walmart (no problem there)…

But then we went downtown. No harm in that. And I walked past this bookstore…. A BIG bookstore. A big bookstore with a BIG New Age section. Before I knew it, my feet were walking in there. (Should’ve known I was in trouble then, what with the holidays + all) But I thought I’d be OK, I’d just stay by the murder mysteries and Harlequin romances.

But my disease was in control, I walked right over to the “forbidden” section. And this book just drew me toward it, like I was hypnotised. “THE MEDICINE WHEEL – Earth Astrology” by Sun Bear and Wabun (illustrated by Nimimosha and Thunderbird Woman) With trembling hands I opened the cover – Prentice Hall Press, © 1980, pub 1986.

Then started all the justifications – “ It’s just 1 small book. What could it hurt? I’ll only read this one” “It’s an old book, a used book, it only costs $4 – who knows if it even has any potency?” I just couldn’t resist, it was starting.

But wait, it gets worse. Further down the aisle I spied another BIG book…. Love Signs. Well that was it, LG has always been practically my favorite think… (I'll admit it, I'll think almost anything) I think you know what happened then, it was all over. I wanted it so bad I even begged the $ off my sister (she always has been an enabler when it comes to this sort of thing, but I’ve never been honest with her about just how bad it is)

So now I’m sitting here in this empty place, all alone on a Friday night with these 2 unopened books in front of me. It wouldn’t be so bad if I could read just one chapter, maybe 2, three at the most. But no, not this Aries, I’ll just go on + on, thinking + thinking, knowing me I’ll probably think all night. Start with the little one + move on to the heavy stuff. Then I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop!!! Probably forget to eat, get online and type some inane gibberish I won’t remember and have to apologize to you all for later.

Please I need some tough love here. Scare me with stories of what my life will be like if I continue down this path. Help me stop, I really don’t want to think anymore!!! Its making my life too difficult!!! Life would be so much easier, like jwhop said (oh jwhop, will you be my sponsor, you 1st opened my eyes to what my life was becoming) At least let me know what I’m getting into with that 1st one, if I read would you consider me a serious thinker? (already know about the 2nd)

Thanks for listening and all the support – I couldn’t make it without all of you!!!

posted December 03, 2004 11:09 PM         

You could have picked up a book on Egyptology and thought about something relatively simple....like who really built the pyramids and how but you, in typical Aries style, went right to the jackpot questions.

First things first....caution, don't open those books. Instead, sit back, take a deep breath and put your mind in neutral. Now, relax and have a martini.

Works for me

Besides, you won't find any answers to your questions on Earth and after jumping through black holes at the center of endless galaxies, you'll eventually arrive in a galaxy with a single sun with a single planet with a single building and a little man out front watering his petunias.

When you ask him what's the meaning of life and the purpose of the universe, he'll shrug and say "No entiendo inglés".

posted December 04, 2004 07:49 PM         

thanks for the suggestion Jwop, alas I had no booze in the house but I'll have to make a point to keep some around for just such emergencies....

My head hurt this a.m. from my fall from grace, but the best thing I did was spend some time at "Rapture Ready" + the photo's of the vacation certainly was the momentary cure..

Please keep the suggestions coming in, as long as I have braincells left (working on that) this will be a problem for me.

posted December 04, 2004 10:08 PM           

To the living room!

posted March 24, 2005 11:49 PM         

cause I realized the reason I haven't been signing in much lately's cause I fell off the wagon, and yes.... I've been thinking too much... it's a vice I can't control...

jwhop my sponsor I'm counting on you....
Libra Sparkle you just can't run out on me you know you're partially responsible for my fall from grace.. and Johnny you know how it feels.. I hope you've survived

posted March 25, 2005 01:32 AM         

Here, have that martini I suggested

Then head over to http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum7/HTML/003998-10.html where I left you some doughnuts. Mmmmm, delicious when dipped in a vodka martini...especially the chocolate cremes...Mmmmmm. Guaranteed to take your mind off thinking.

Next time you feel a thought coming on, wrap your mind around one of the following bits of nonsense..before it gets a chance to surface. Works for me

On Top of Spaghetti

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table and onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden and under a bush,
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush.
So, if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
Hold onto your meatball and don’t ever sneeze.

Tiny Tim

I had a little turtle, his name was Tiny Tim.
I put him in the bathtub, to teach him how to swim.
He drank up all the water, he ate up all the soap.
And now when he talks, there's a bubble in his throat.

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder, like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?

Camp Granada
Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh, here I am at Camp Granada.
Camp is very entertaining,
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.

I went hiking with Joe Spivey; he developed poison ivy.
You remember Leonard Skinner?
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.

All the counselors hate the waiters
and the lake has alligators.
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called "Ulysses."
Now I don't want this should scare ya,
but my bunkmate has malaria.
You remember Jeffrey Hardy?
They're about to organize a searching party.

Take me home, oh Muddah, Fadduh,
Take me home, I hate Granada
Don't leave me out in the forest
Where I might get eaten by a bear.
Take me home, Fadduh, Muddah
I promise I will not make noise
Or mess the house with oth - er boys;
Oh please don't make me stay,
I've been here one whole day.

Dearest Fadduh, darling Muddah,
How's my precious little bruddah?
Let me come home if you miss me -
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me.

Wait a minute--it stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming,
guys are sailing,
Playing baseball--gee, dat's bettah!
Muddah, Fadduh, kindly disregard this lettah!