Saturday, September 20, 2008

Mmmm. . . Kissing Good.

Today the goddess speaks about herself:

I  LOVE kissing. I can't express how much. 

Well, I've kind of been missing out lately. Oh, I get the good-bye peck on the way out the door, the smooch on the cheek when my mom stops by, and the kisses from the kids.

I'm missing the passionate, kiss until you are breathless, kisses. Kisses that leave your lips chapped, jaw sore, and toes curled for a week. Those are the ones I am missing. 

For awhile, one of my groups of friends, was into the double cheek kiss. I think is was after someone's trip to Europe. That kind of kissing is so confusing. I never know whether to go left first, or to the right. I'm pretty sure my European ancestors didn't do the double kiss thing, so it isn't even in my collective, genetic memory. Anyway, this group of friends kept it up for a  couple of years. As much as I love kissing, this style of smooching was fun at first, but quickly became tiresome. The custom lost it's lustre, and died off at some point. Possibly, after a broken nose or two occurred. (Fortunately, I have a small nose). 

I remember kissing someone with a very large nose. It really got in the way. Talk about not knowing whether to go left or right. We were always smacking into each other. That relationship didn't last long. He did have the most amazingly long eyelashes though. I always wondered what it  would have been like if I had also had a large nose. I guess a couple has to figure that kind of problem out. Maybe it comes naturally if you are "meant to be". That was certainly the case for my spouse and I. We had no trouble remaining in a lip lock for a good six months after we met. I don't recall even an eyelash getting in the way. I think I also spent one year of high school in a never-ending kiss, resulting in my current TMJ problem. But, then who didn't spend a year in high school doing something like that? Perhaps not kissing, but some type of obsessive hormonal behavior. I won't attempt to list what those might be. I don't want to delve into the private business of others.

So, kissing. Kissing is good. Not kissing isn't the worst thing, but I've had more fun when it was an insidious part of my life. (Can insidiousness-ness be a good thing? Let's say yes so I don't have to pull out the thesaurus and interrupt my flow).  If kissing were a sport I could watch it on TV. Wait. Scratch that. I think that is called, Porn. Watching isn't anything like doing. Doing elevates the endorphins and may give you a cold. There is more excitement in the risk of doing.

As I contemplate the deeper issue of less kissing in my house, I know that all I have to do is walk out to the guy pressing apples into cider on my back porch, and have my kissing way with him.  He won't object. It is really that simple. What the heck am I whining about?  And yes, it's my husband. 

May peace and more kissing be yours from, The Goddess of Everything.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Not Again (It Turned Out OK)

Today the goddess speaks about her son:

So, my eldest son has a big, painfully swollen for no reason, elbow.

When he was 16 he had a rare staph infection that settled in the bursa  sac of that elbow. It could have killed him. He was extremely ill, and OHSU only saw it once in ten years. He had emergency surgery, and many painful procedures over a couple of months.

I'm thinking, "No, it can't possibly reoccur."

So, I look it up on the internet. Staph that settles in the bone can flare up during times of extreme stress on the body.  Great!
He wants to hold out until morning to go to the hospital. Last time it took four trips, in 24 hours, to get him any kind of real help. Nothing was ever said about his bone being involved before, but no one knew what they were dealing with. It was like watching an episode of, "House". I don't want to have to argue with the hospital about giving him a bone scan. 

I really, really hope it is just bursitis. He's been lifting a lot of heavy stuff lately, and playing in an extremely physical basketball league.  Keep your fingers crossed.

(It seems to be the bursitis thing. He won't go to the hospital, but he is feeling all better now)

May peace and health be yours from, The Goddess of Everything.

Monday, September 8, 2008


Today the goddess speaks about herself:

She cannot sleep. She cannot sleep. She cannot sleep. She tosses and turn, tosses and turns . . .

If I were a songwriter I'd have a lot of good material. I'd have to be a blues singer, I guess. Poor, poor, pitiful me. What a silly goddess I am. What do I need with sleep? It just interferes with living my life anyway. If I were not up right now, I wouldn't be playing scrabulous with the Puzzled Goddess. I wouldn't be enjoying the complete stillness of a quiet house, or the starry sky outside my window.

May peace and quiet be yours from, The Goddess of Everything.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Hospital Drugs Are Not Making Me Happy

Today the goddess speaks about herself:

The amnesia drugs they gave me for my surgery are having residual effects. I have little holes in my memory that are distressing. I imagine a night sky filled with stars, like a fabric in my brain. Except everywhere a star is supposed to be there is a little memory hole.

The aorta strengthening drug and the tissue life extending drug are making me tired, depressed, and are causing me to gain weight at an alarming rate. 

Why couldn't I be prescribed, "Special Brownies" so that I wouldn't care? Oh wait, eventually the depression will make it so that I won't care. Brilliant!

May peace and a better attitude about the miracle of modern medicine be yours from, The Goddess of Everything. (I really am grateful to be alive, I just haven't gotten to the expressing it well part of my personal journey).

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Blah, Blah, Blog

Today the goddess speaks about herself:

Some days I wonder if I will ever blog again. I am currently reading the most recent David Sedaris. On good days, I know that I could be him. (Oh that I had four sisters, a privileged upbringing, and was a gay man). Most days I just wish I could remember to write.

David Sedaris writes a tad like me. Of course, he is way better, and is published, and people ask him to autograph stuff. When I read him, I want to write more. I wonder why I have a job that interferes with my supreme destiny. Yes, I had all summer to establish a writing schedule, and practice the craft. That I didn't underscores my place in the world of 'Amateur'. 

I'm reading, When You Are Engulfed In Flames. I am laughing my face off. I call it research.

May peace and a good book be yours from, The Goddess of Everything.