2 be Bliss, as I dance along the road to Nirvana...

Me, with my hyperbolic bracelet. My daughter's arm, wearing the hyperbolic bracelet.

Have I blogged about this before? If I have, forgive me. It's become a mini-obsession.  :D Somehow, in between dreaming, blogging, doing laundry, sleeping, vacuuming, dusting, writing, Facebook stalking my teenager, and other duties as assigned, I've fallen in love with hyperbolic crochet. Yes, I know it sounds like some weird dance step or a drug that accelerates the metabolism but it's neither. Actually it's a simple method for crocheting cute balls of fluff with lots and lots of uses. They can be crocheted using any yarn in any color, to match your mood or decor. My obsession started with a search for the perfect flower pattern. Looking at flat, one-dimensional flowers didn't give me the sense of creative urgency I needed to start working the pattern. Then I discovered hyperbolic crochet. Are you now wondering what hyperbolic crochet is ? Yes? Here is how Lion Brand Yarn describes it: Hyperbolic Crochet is the name given to applying a ma...

Nor do I like the word "exercise". I can substitute "movement" for exercise. What can I use in place of "diet"? Hmmm...  Off to the thesaurus ! On another note, I'm sleepy. There was nothing nutritional in my "diet" today. Absolutely my fault for not making sure I ate properly before I left home this morning. When I had time to grab a bite, I was in an area with no options for a healthy snack. And by then, I was feeling drowsy and lightheaded. I felt like anything was better than nothing, if I wanted to make it home safely. So I grabbed a bag of chips and a can of tea. Now I'm feeling the after effects. Yuck.

My diet. Not "a diet". My diet. When I get home, I'm gonna write my diet affirmations on a sheets of white paper and tape them to the walls in several rooms: Today I will only consume food and drinks which I believe will create and sustain my optimum health and healing. Thank you God for making these items readily available to me. And so it is. Amen. .

...Bliss.   Today is a good day. Nothing pressing on my plate. Another funny dream this morning and I awoke in a panic, thinking it was Saturday and hoping I wasn't late for a much-awaited excursion with my church family. Thankfully, five hours of sleep will be enough to last until my next dance with the Sandman. A smoothie for breakfast would have been perfect but waking up early gave me a false sense of time. Instead of eating, I did other stuff. Before I realized it, it was time to get dressed to take my daughter to work. But I managed to snag a bowl of watermelon for the road. So far, so good. One of the Facebook pages I "subscribe" to announced Harris Teeter's Super Doubles Days. And I wondered where I would find coupons since I neither have printer ink nor do we get a Sunday paper. God always makes a way. I was sitting here at the library, at a station that has been without electricity since this branch re-opened this summer. Only I wasn't ...

Many thanks to my new blogging sister Georgia for such an inspirational post ! She has inspired me to create a Day of Happy Hypotheticals. Here goes... Today will be a wonderful day filled with positive energy, love, love, and more love. Lots of peace too. Today I will: Smile at everyone I cross paths with. Radiate peaceful energy to the universe. Treat Baby Bliss to a nutritious lunch when I pick her up from work. Remember to make up the bed so it feels fresh when we get back in it. Polish off the remains of our home made apple pie (thanks Mr. Bliss!) with the other Bliss while we laugh at the questions and answers on Family Feud.  =) .

If my husband would stop snoring, I could go to sleep... *Insert sad face here*

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Sometimes dwelling on the past is a good thing. Today was a good example of such. Around 3 a.m., my eyes were hurting so I figured it was time to turn off the telly and put the yarn and hook away. I also knew I had to be up by 10 a.m. latest, to get Baby Bliss to work on time. Since I was already on the couch and Mr. Bliss has been working the No-One-Has-a-Clue-What-Time-He's-Getting-Off shift, I decided to sleep on the couch. Which may or may not have been the root of the problem. The theory shall be tested soon. When I woke up five hours later, I was not a happy camper. *sigh* Having bad dreams is such a bother. And it was a strange bad dream too. Not so much the details as the tone of it. I'll detail it below and though I dabble in dream interpretation, I welcome any thoughts any one else has as well. *** First, it had elements of several movies: Knowing, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Legion, The Happening... It started with Mr. Bliss and I in a...

Early evening yesterday, I was watching Family Feud and looking forward to watching Law & Order SVU followed by two episodes of Burn Notice. But nature would not be cheated (as one of my exes liked to say). Steve Harvey's antics were not enough to keep me awake. It was time to add some zees to my sleep deficit. When I awoke it was dark; The New Adventures of Old Christine was winding down. Five hours had passed. Waking up at 11:30 p.m. is disorienting but not unusual. My sleep schedule is... different. Learning to work around it has become my forte. So I've been up all night, Facebook-ing and checking my favorite online news sources. No plans for today since my daughter doesn't have to return to work until Friday and I've already gotten groceries for the week. There are things to be done of course but isn't that always true? Today I'm taking it easy and thankful to be able to do so. Amen.  .