Full Moon Shenanigens

I was in a car accident on Wednesday. I had just dropped my husband off at his workplace and I was going to run a few errands. I had baby in the backseat, in a car seat of course. I guess they call it a highway. Two lanes going in each direction with a turn lane in the middle. I was driving on the inside lane which was wide open. The outside lane was backed up with car waiting to turn right I suppose. One of the cars had waited to allow a car coming out of a parking lot to enter the roadway. Only problem is, she was trying to turn out to the turn lane which meant that she would have to cross my lane to get there. I saw her nose come out and I tried to stop and swerve to miss her but she gunned it and crashed into me. She took out the whole right side of my car from the front tire to the rear tire. I was knocked over into oncoming traffic, thankfully there was none. I prayed in that second for the car not to flip over. I seriously thought it was going to.

Once the car came to a stop, I looked back to make sure that baby was ok. At that time I wasn't sure where we had been hit and I dreaded the thought that we had been hit right where the baby was (She was on the passenger side of the rear seat). I looked back and there she was looking unfazed by what had just happened as her blue eyes beamed at me - she's so cute! Once I felt that she was ok, I pulled the car into an automotive shop that was right next to me and got out to assess the damage.

Cosmetically, it didn't look as bad as I thought it would and I thought I could drive it. A witness, a guy who worked at the automotive shop and saw everything happen, said there was no way I could drive it - look at the wheels, they are bowed out. Hmmmm......

Finally the police came and took a report and gave the other driver a citation. Thank god it wasn't my fault!!! This would be the second accident in less than a year - both not my fault! What the hell is going on???

It was pretty obvious who was at fault, although, the witness and his coworker both agreed that it was actually the person who allowed the other driver to enter the roadway's fault. It is against Washington State law to be on a roadway and stop to allow someone to enter the roadway from a parkinglot. That's my version of the law - if you want to know the offical law, look it up.

So both our cars were a complete wreak - no pun intended...ok, maybe a little - and our cars had to be towed. I got a rental car and had baby checked out by her pediatrician. She looks good. I'm still acking a bit but I think I'm more emotionally hurt than anything.

It's probably the combination of the stress of the accident on my body and mind as well as the scary realization that I could have lost my sweet baby in those few seconds. I am feeling extremely vulnerable right now and with my husband at work - it feels like he's there all the time now - I feel a little depressed. It makes me realize how precious life is and how it can be taken from you in an instant. So let's just say I'm still getting over the shock of the whole thing.

"Mediate"

Hallucinate
Dessegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hate

Love your mate
Don't suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one world state
As human freight
The number eight
A white black state
A gentle trait
The broken crate
A heavy weight
Or just too late
Like pretty Kate has sex ornate
Now devastate
Appreciate
Depreciate
Fabricate
Emulate
The truth dilate
Special date
The animal we ate
Guilt debate
The edge serrate
A better rate
The youth irate
Deliberate

Fascinate
Deviate
Reinstate
Liberate
To moderate
Recreate
Or detonate
Annihiliate
Atomic fate

Mediate
Clear the state
Activate
Now radiate
A perfect state
Food on plate
Gravitate
The Earth's own weight
Designate your love as fate
At ninety-eight we all rotate

Hallucinate
Dessegregate
Mediate
Alleviate
Try not to hate

Love your mate
Don't suffocate on your own hate
Designate your love as fate
A one world state
As human freight
The number eight
A white black state
A gentle trait
The broken crate

A heavy weight
Or just too late
Like pretty Kate has sex ornate

Now devastate
Appreciate
Depreciate
Fabricate
Emulate
The truth dilate
Special date
The animals we ate
Guilt debate
The edge serrate
A better rate
The youth irate
Deliberate
Fascinate
Deviate
Reinstate

Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate

Survivor - China

**My apologies in advance if this blog seems a bit fragmented - remember I'm a mom!!!! haha **

Like any good Buddhist, I like to waste my time watching tv. Usually it's stuff that exposes the sad pathetic shallow self centered world that we live in - like The Pickup Artist or Doctor 90210. I enjoy watching these programs almost as if I am studying the human condition! hahaha!

So this season, Fall 2007, I have begun to watch Survivor CHINA. Two tribes: Fei Long and Zhan Hu. We are two episodes in so far and I don't feel connected to any of the contestants yet. No one really stands out. They all seem the same and blend in to the scenery. With the usual bitching and whining one team is stronger than the other. I just like watching how people, even a survivor scenerio can still act like little children.

Zhan Hu tribe visited tribal council for the second time - yes, they are the week team. Last week they voted off the old hick named Chicken (he's a chicken farmer) and this week they voted off the pro wrestler Ashley. Too bad she was such a loud mouth, I was enjoying her the most and would have liked to have watched her through the series.

There was one challenge I was a bit taken aback by. In the second episode they were mud wrestling to get these two wooden balls to their respective goals....the survivors were ripping each others clothes off. WTF??? This is CBS not FOX or UPN right?

Well I guess they decided to make the challenges the characters instead of the actual survivors....good on ya.

What's It All About?

They say write what you know. But what I've learned is that I don't know as much as I thought I did. It's a humbling realization. Granted I still like to think that I know a hell of a lot - it's an ego issue I suppose - one that plagues humans more than any other. And so here I go! Blogging for no one in particular except myself and maybe the amusement of my husband.

I think that everyone has a story to tell. We could all write a book about our lives or at least one specific moment in time, albeit some might need the help of a ghost writer! Since I am a mother of a seven year old and a three month old baby, I hardly find the time to brush my teeth let alone write a book, so here is my outlet - Blogger.com.

The title of my blog comes from different labels that I am familiar with and I suppose will be revealed through the blogging process. I guess I'm a walking contradiction or maybe more of a challenge to people's ordinary concepts. To use a label, I am a Buddhist. But to look at me, you would not think I was one. In fact, you'd probably think I was more of a heathen atheist with my fake red hair and tattoos that grace my limbs. I don't listen to Yanni or John Tesh. Give me Silversun Pickups or The White Stripes anyday. I love Bettie Page and all things pinup. My exterior does not represent what is going on in the interior.

Time permitting, I will attempt to blog about the many joys and struggles of being an unconventional wife, mother, and Buddhist.