I got a fabulous case of food poisoning Friday night. It started with an upset stomach. A few hours later I was moaning in my bed unable to deal with the pain in silence. Then I got a fever and decided I couldn't lay in bed anymore so I moved to the floor of our hallway. I thought it would be the best place for me to sleep. Mom found me almost dead laying in the middle of the hallway and asked me what was wrong. All I could say was, "ahhhhhh eeeeee eeeeeeerrrrrtttttssss. Caaaaan moooo". As mom looked over at the already half drunk pepto bismo bottle i bought an hour ago she said "did you drink all this" and i replied "ehhhhhhhh". Man, let me say if you feel like talking to death during a lunch break grab yourself some moldy cheese and get ready for an adventure!
Last Monday night I got to take a trip down memory lane. Some raleigh's folks and I headed to Kitty's in Oakland/emeryville for some seriously ghetto reggae dancing. The scene looked like an older version of my days back at the teen center!! Lots of great dancers and good hip hop music!
Andrew (from Raleigh's) and I took a trip to the city last week. Our first stop was Oreilly's Irish Pub in North Beach. A little disappointing b/c there wasn't any live music or much of a scene. We also went to Casanova lounge in the mission which can be a pretty cool spot to sit and lounge around on the sofas while listening to some live music. It was another "#1 best of the bay" according to the guardian.
While it was nice to get to explore somewhere new the best part of my night was getting to know a new friend. Andrew is a natural comedian who is also a twin, loves traveling (spent a semester in a little village in Italy!), likes surfing and the beach, majored in Italian and history at Cal, pursuing law, enjoys cooking things like cinnamon rolls, obsessed with the Celtics, played soccer when younger (decided basketball was more his sport when he punted the ball into his own goal as a goalie and held the record for the least amount of goals scored as a forward), enjoys fishing and crawdad hunts and camping....and best of all is down to do just about anything fun in SF with me!
In counseling I'm learning more about that inner child inside me. The one that is always trying to tell me things, but that I tend to ignore b/c like any crying child who wants attention sometimes you just want to walk away.My inner child comes out in the form of sweaty palms, a racing heartbeat, a headache, a turn in my stomach etc. I'm learning it's a good idea to be compassionate and loving and attentive to that inner child and see what it needs. Interesting stuff!!
In counseling I'm learning more about that inner child inside me. The one that is always trying to tell me things, but that I tend to ignore b/c like any crying child who wants attention sometimes you just want to walk away.My inner child comes out in the form of sweaty palms, a racing heartbeat, a headache, a turn in my stomach etc. I'm learning it's a good idea to be compassionate and loving and attentive to that inner child and see what it needs. Interesting stuff!!
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Oh yes the inner child. A person one must not ignore they say. I read writing a letter to your inner child or just talking to her is therapeutic.
Love,
Momma
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