Blog Police

I was writing an email to a new friend today and thought - wow I could save some time and just post this email - Is that impersonal? does that break any Blogger laws? Are the Blog Police coming to get me if I don't post an "original thought" - Is it not an original now because I hit apple a, apple c and apple v?? hmmm am I a reproductionist and not a real Blogger - which sorta leads me into the discusson of "am I stealing art when I look at someone elses work and get ideas of my how and turn what I see in their work into my own creation?

okay here i go - apple v and then the sirens blare
From: info@thefairypond.com
Subject: Re: Message From Daven : Re: Thankyou!
Date: January 18, 2005 10:53:13 PM PST
To: MessageNotification@tribe.net

I just watched "under the tuscan sun" It was a perfect ending to a perfect day. I woke up bright and early and went to the orthodontist with both my girls, their father and his new wife, the orthodontist said that the girls both need surgery to correct their overbites and that it isn't covered under the insurance (his new wifes choice of insurance as of Jan. 1st the girls had to stop going to the ortho/dentist that we had been seeing) then we were off to look at prom dresses - I thought the whole family would go since I "assumed" he would be paying for 1/2 of the dress. But no he didn't come he returned to his beautiful home in the oakland hills with his new wife and their new puppy. But Jessica tried on the most beautiful, Classy, elegant dress in the shop, it was the dress I picked and the dress that covered up the most skin, she was amazing in it - breathtaking actually and of course there is only 1 size 2 left in all of the USA and if we didn't buy it then it would probably be gone since every teenager in america wants this dress - then the price tag came and it came up to $509 - that's about $450 more than my wedding dress, and about $500 more than my checking account balance - Fine dress stores don't do lay away I found out. :( But we had a blast anyhow trying on every dress she could and taking beautiful pictures of her in them, with real expensive jewlery and tiara's - It is every little girls dream to get accepted to one of the top 5 colleges in the country and to be taken to your Senior Prom by Last Years Senior AllStar Jock who is madly in love with you and is also the most gorgeous man you have ever seen even if he is only 18, and to walk into that prom with the world at your feet. How can I not do this for her - I have to find $509 really fast - I have to get this dress for her some how.

Oh Im sorry did you say something in your email - gosh I am even self centered in email conversations. How bad is that?

ok let me read your email again - I am so sorry. - ah yes fighting - oh wait I have to tell you the rest - so after the prom dress thing we went to lunch at el torito and had tortilla soup (mine and Jesse's favorite thing (actually the only thing we have in common i think) It was a wonderful lunch - us three girls were happy and bright and cheerful and kind to each other and had conversations about boys and cars, and beaches and dogs, and prom and grades and college and sex and drugs and even a little rock and roll. ( I asked if the hip hop pop guy justin mcCartney was a beatles descendent) It was spectacular - then we came home - sam and I attempted to clean the pool (that's a whole other story) but determined that when we found a dead rat in the pool that even if we could get the filter and heater to work that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to jump in just yet. After that I piled the doggies and my boyfriend into the car to rush off to the beach and watch the sunset. It was a perfect day with a perfect ending. There was a little more that I will save for another theological discussion today I just want to revel in the glory that my kids actually had fun with me today and that I was able to have good, meaningful conversations with their dad and his wife without hating them or being snide and spiteful inside while pretending to smile to keep the peace.

ok so back to fighting vs. arguing - it is difficult and challenging - I think it's important to stop and make a conscious effort to look at your own actions, motives and words to make sure that they are lining up with the way you want to be seen by others (and yourself) - Sometimes we have to step back and say " you know I think I may have been out of line - what i am really trying to accomplish here is blah blah blah - can you forgive me and allow us to move past this moment into a happier more peaceful way of communicating?" It has happened three times today - once jojo had to say it to me, once I had to say it to my daughter Sam and to my joy and happiness I heard her say the same thing to her sister later on - (which is a huge change from the knock down drag out fights that those two have gotten into over the years - I could write a book about sibling fights and make millions)

Ok so where was I - Oh yeah You - Wood working - boring class - Yes I tried ceramics last year - I went 5 straight weeks with 90% elderly seniors, 2 richly bitchy hottie potties and a lovely young polish man who was working out his frustrations through ceramics. But then I had this accident and herniated some discs in my back and bending down to pick up a 25l bag of clay was out of the question - I hope to some day find a class that is on a little faster pace - closer to home and more oh i don't know just More I guess - It wasn't enough to keep me interested enough to put up with the pain. Oh well there are more classes more teachers and more opportunities somewhere else down the road.


Wow - I am not even stoned heheheheh - but if you don't mind I think I will cut and paste our conversation onto my blog today I haven't written anything in a few days and well this email just epitomizes me today -

Hope you are feeling much better - enjoy the weather - go to the beach - oh shit you are in vista - YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE OCEANSIDE PIER - THERE IS A HOMELESS GUY NAMED "SLOJO" HE IS DEAF AND HAS A BLACK DOG NAMED "MOJO" I LET MOJO MOUNT MY DOG PENNY TO MAKE PUPPIES AND THEN I HAD PROMISED SLOJO THAT HE COULD HAVE ONE OF THE PUPS - HE CHOSE CHICKEN - THAT'S ANOTHER STORY BUT ANYHOW MOJO AND HIS SON CHICKEN ARE THE BEST DOGS IN THE WORLD AND I WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU COULD JUST GO TO THE BEACH AND SEE THE PUP AND LET ME KNOW THAT THEY ARE OK?

so anytime this summer that you happen to make it to the beach for sunset - look near the pier - if you don't find chicken or have bad news I don't want it - okay? okay!


Well tata for now - I am off to read the 17 messages from the various message boards that i have been conversing with lately.

Have a great night - go tell your girlfriend how she makes you feel when you wake up in the morning and see her face and when you go to bed at night and feel her warm body next to yours. Tell her how she makes you feel when you are taking a shower and can't stop thinking of her beautiful body!


On Jan 18, 2005, at 8:54 PM, Daven wrote:

There's a new message in your Tribe.net inbox from Daven

Message details: Re: Thankyou!

Don't know if i remember much of last night's fight. Just another one, another pattern I suppose. Oh, that's right, it was about being open without the walls. One has a wall, which makes a reaction inside the other and then the stupid Details come. Details are the most annoying thing inside of fighting. Who cares who did what, it is the past and the reality is that every moment you can be born into loving conciousness again.
I have been trying to let go of the past lately. Being totally present helps so much, but getting there from being behind a wall is by far one of the hardest things I can imagine doing.
I agree with you, fighting is different from arguing. Fighting is screaming, pouting, being childish and throwing things. Arguing takes on more of an adult role I suppose. Still not being loving, but more on the way.
Need sleep, sick with something. Had my first woodworking class at palomar college today. The first class is always boring from going over rules and aplications and introductions. Had four hours of it today. I like the idea of doing it though. Just another art form to me.
Ever played with that kind of stuff?

Namaste!
Davers