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Steven
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Most everyone who has gone to a psychic has had situations where a prediction is given that doesn’t unfold in the time-frame predicted. Why is that? Well, the answer is two fold. First, there is something called FREE CHOICE. A psychic can only see Read more ... a window into the future from the day they do the reading. Anywhere along the way you may make a choice that changes your path; therefore that changes the outcome. You may think the psychic SHOULD know if you are going to change your mind and go in a different direction but that would fall under ‘destiny’ rather than ‘free choice’. That being said, I, for one, can generally pick up when someone is at a crossroads or is indecisive about something or if a change of heart is coming, but free choice is just that - FREE CHOICE. IF a psychic predicts it, then can it be considered free choice? Now, lets look at a situation that many of you have experienced where a psychic gives you a prediction and it does not come true. You may wonder why that happens and is it a bad psychic reading? More often than it being a problem with your psychic it is usually that along the way you made choices that changed the outcome. So, it is important to factor that into things. FREE CHOICE is just that. Free choice. Without that, you wouldn't be free to make the choices and mistakes that you often make. The way we all learn and grow is through our choices. LEARN FROM YOUR choices, good, bad or indifferent; because there are really no mistakes; just detours. But, in the end, if a psychic is good at reading outcomes as I am, they should still be able to predict the end result; even if there are several twists long the way. I remember doing a reading for a regular client who asked me about her daughter. I saw a very bright future for her daughter including becoming a doctor and having a happy married life. At that time her daughter wanted to be a model and had no interest in the medical profession. In her teen years this young woman made some choices and got into trouble as she pursued her career as a model. For a few years she went off course. I held firm in my predictions although my client just couldn’t see it. She was sure her daughter was going to ruin her life. But fortunately she didn’t. Eventually she get back on course. Her daughter got sick and she met a great doctor who tremendously influenced her. They didn’t become romantically involved but they became good friends. She eventually went to med school met a handsome young doctor and they now have 3 young children and are living her dream life! So, the moral is - give the predictions time to unfold. I personally read outcomes. There may be several twists and turns while getting to the outcome.. and sometimes my clients are so sure I am wrong, but inevitably it plays out as predicted. So, when you get a prediction, regardless of time-frames given, the first thing is to wait it out. Give it some extra time since time is very hard for most psychics to predict. Secondly, if you are NOT ready for a situation to play out - then there very likely WILL be delays. The Universe will UNFOLD for you with your best interests at heart. That isn’t always what YOU want - when you want it. That is often the most difficult thing to understand when life doesn’t unfold as you want it or as it has been predicted. People often KEEP things just out of their range; the very things they most desire because they are not ready. When a psychic reads your energy they can feel it and sense it but it is up to the individual to allow it into their lives. Sometimes you need to let go of something BEFORE the next door opens. Other times, the timing just isn’t right. You might need to work through some issues or get clarity on something BEFORE it comes into your life.. So, before you BLAME THE PSYCHIC for predictions that don’t seem to come true look inward and if you are honest with yourself you may see that perhaps you weren’t ready or that you are pushing it away. That can turn out to be the greatest GIFT in any prediction. I see this play out all the time, so be patient. I recently heard from a client that I read for about 3 years ago. At that time I predicted a total change in her career and that she would meet a man through this new career path that would be a mentor within 12-18 months. The reason this client called was about 8 months ago she made a career change. She has now met a man she is dating who is starting to mentor her so she called me to see if he was the man I predicted for her. So, the prediction DID come true in it’s own time-frame. Just allow it! The bottom line is, allow some time for the predictions to play out. In the end, if the psychic is generally accurate then the predictions will unfold, if given time!
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Mary The newspaper's daily crossword puzzle and I are friends of several years' standing now. It has taken me a while to grow accustomed to looking at clues from more than one angle, vantage point, definition -- rather like deciphering the intents and pur Read more ... poses of this world and universe in which we live and move and have such temporary being. I work the daily every day because otherwise it would be a semi weekly event and you get nowhere with that kind of commitment. Monday is always the simplest puzzle, working up to most difficult pinnacle on Saturday. Sunday's puzzle is in a category all its own with many more words but on a scale of ability somewhere between Monday and Wednesday. I can now work Monday without help from J.E. (the master at crosswords, keeper of crossword books, undaunted tackler of the challenging NY Times puzzles), and with no strike overs. Tuesday I'm gaining up on and almost solo. Wednesday is sometimes solo, sometimes with help. Thursday usually requires intervention as does Friday. Saturday is my lost cause where I sit in the reading room with coffee and pose the riddles to J.E. so we can work it together. Sunday is mine. I own the puzzle on Sunday. Well, it's fun to use the brain this way. I never thought I could E V E R get into or be so eager to find the puzzle in the Florida corner of the daily comic strip page. BUT I'M THERE. Folding the page into 1/4s and clipping it to a clipboard that has attended and listened to many high level medical business meetings in the past, me keeping assiduous notes and then transposing them to files after said meetings, all such corporate bs loaded with nuance, rivalries, and your basic loads of crap, but that is not our theme here. That is for another day. Puzzles are the theme here. Enigmas. Riddles. And how they relate to and inform our daily thought patterns, our search for answers, the right answers. Puzzles are not ambiguous. There is a right answer. And on this note diagrammatically revealed as a giant cross on the board of life, I leave you to consider the words and the Word. What they mean, signify, explain, obfuscate, et cetera. Love!!! M Mc P.S. I did need J.E.'s assistance today to find the missing bridge that completed the route to knowledge for today's puzzle.
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St ALTER SERVER TRAINING 1 TABLE OF CONTENTS *.ALTAR SERVER PRAYER *.DEFINITION OF ALTAR SERVER *.DRESS CODE *.RULES *.SACRAMENTALS AND DEFINITIONS *.STEP-BY-STEP GUIDE ALTARSERVER'SPRAYER Loving Father, Creator of the universe, you call your people to Read more ... worship, to be with you and each other at Mass. Help me, for you have called me also. Keep me prayerful and alert. Help me to help others in prayer. Thank you for the trust you’ve placed in me. Keep me true to that trust. I make my prayer in Jesus' name, who is with us in the Holy Spirit. Amen. DEFINITION OF ALTAR SERVER It is a great privilege to serve at the Altar of our God and therefore Servers are chosen from those who display a desire for a more intimate union with our Lord and God, Jesus Christ.Our loving Savior becomes present on the Altar, just as He was at the Last Supper and Calvary.Accordingly, Servers have a solemn responsibility to do their assigned duties with dignity and reverence. Our parish has Altar Servers (boys and girls), who start after their first communion and continue for as long as we can keep them.All people of good faith are welcome and those who think they may desire to serve are encourages doing so.All that is requires is a desire to server at the Altar of Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. DRESS CODE FOR ALTAR SERVERS ·SHOES– dress shoes (preferably black or brown shoes for boys and brown, black or white for girls) should be worn. ·HAIR– Hair should be neat and trimmed, appropriate for boys and girls.Girls should have their hair tied back so that it is not in their face. ·JEWELRY– Do not wear anything that will make noise and/or will be distracting, or that will cause you to have problems serving.Girls may wear “appropriate” earrings to serve. ·VESTMENTS 1.ROOKIE- Alb and Cincture 2.ALTAR SERVER– Alb, Cincture and Wooden Cross 3.ACOLTYE– Cassock, Surplice, and Wooden Cross 4.SENIOR ACOLYTE– Cassock, Surplice, and Metal Cross ALTAR SERVER RULES vAttend Altar Sever Training Classes vAltar Servers should not leave the sanctuary after the start of Mass for any reason except bathroom emergencies, illness, or when directed to do so by the priest. vServe at every mass that you scheduled for, or make arrangements to have someone cover the mass vArrive at least 15 minutes before the Mass starts to get dressed and make sure that the Altar is prepared vMake sure the candles are lit, bread, wine, water, towels, bowl, prayer book, and any other sacramentals are in their proper place vPerform the duties assigned during the mass in the prescribed orderly manner vMaintain a prayerful posture during all times in the Sacristy (if you are not doing something your hands should be folded in your lap) vAfter the mass, return to the Sanctuary, Sacristy, and preparation areas to ensure that everything is set up for the next mass vBe quiet and respectful when on the Altar, you are role models vBe attentive and respond immediately when the priest asks for help vMake sure that your alb and cincture are returned the way you found them vPAY ATTENTION ALTAR SERVERS STEP-BY-STEP GUIDE BEFORE MASS: 1.Arrive and be dressed 15 minutes before the Mass begins a.Make sure the alb is the RIGHT SIZE, the bottom should be right above the tops of the shoes b.Check the calendar to make sure the cincture is the right color 2.Check to make sure that everything is set up, on the altar, for the mass (If there is a visiting priest, talk to him ahead of time to see if you need to do anything differently for him) 3.Gather in the Community Room with the priest, lectors, Eucharistic ministers, and anyone else who will be in the entrance procession. a.Make sure you talk to the other servers to determine who will carry the candles and be the cross-bearer b.Remember, candles are only used if there are at least 3 servers c.Light your candles and leave them on the table until after the prayer is done ENTRANCE PROCESSION: 1.After prayer, the altar servers will line up in the following order: a.ALTAR SERVER #1-Cross-Bearer, who will line up in front of the Baptismal Font b.ALTAR SERVERS #2 and #3 (Candle bearers) 2.Once the choir has begun to sing, the altar servers will begin to process in a.The Cross-Bearer will walk to the right of the Baptismal Font, along with the candle bearer on the right b.The candle bearer on the left will walk on the left side of the baptismal font c.WALK AT A NORMAL SPEED, Do not run down the aisle 3.The Cross Bearer will keep walking, bow their head when they reach the bottom of the steps, and go the right of the Altar, and put the cross in the stand (in the room behind the altar) 4.The candle bearers will keep walking, bow their heads when they reach the bottom of the steps, and go the left of the Altar, and put the candles on the counter in the room behind the altar (They stay lit the whole mass) 5.The servers go to their chairs on the left or right, and stay standing a.The server who carried the cross in will usually be responsible for the Sacramentary.
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Pyntngen Our love story started long before Matthew and I ever actually met. And when you think about it, most love stories start that way. Every moment leading up to the one in which you meet your future husband or wife somehow shapes you and prepares you f Read more ... or that person you were fated for. Any previous heartbreaks or dark days or lonely nights can be crucially important in the grand scheme of things—sometimes we need to know what something feels like when it’s wrong before we can ever really know it when another thing is RIGHT. So that’s why I need to start the story with a little bit of background. The whole “girl meets boy, boy and girl fall in love, boy and girl get married” model is a little too simplistic for my needs. You people want details, don't you? Of course you do. When I was 18 years old and working as a waitress at a little family restaurant, I met a guy who was 10 years older than me. He was the one who came before Matthew. We dated for three and half years, and even lived together during the last year and half of that relationship. We moved into a tiny little house and owned Gracie and Cooper together and our relationship was never a terrible one. He was a good guy, I was a good girl, and we really did love each other. But for every moment of those three and a half years, I had a nagging, itching, aching feeling that he would never be the right one for me. Despite his great heart, he lacked ambition and drive and handled his finances very poorly and, at the heart of it all, was very insecure despite being a bright and attractive guy. I understood him, though. I understood that his family had never prepared him for LIFE, and the poor decisions he had made as a younger man had him caught in a sticky web and a hole he just couldn’t seem to dig himself out of. As the years went by, he could give me less and less of what I needed. Things became strained between us. I was a terrible nag, and I see that now. But the problem was that there were just too many things about him that I wanted to change. And as I began to realize that I could never change him and shouldn’t have to, I struggled SO much with what the right thing to do was. It ate away at me day and night, because I honestly couldn’t imagine my life without him. And being alone TERRIFIED me. Somewhere during all this, I read the book The Secret which is all about the law of attraction. I really, really believed in what it said. It inspired me. I realized that I had not arranged my life in a way that allowed for all the things I so desired. I hate to skim over this because it’s so important, but let’s just say that I KNEW I had to decide what I wanted my future to look like and start taking active steps towards attracting that future. And staying in my current relationship at the time was a major roadblock. I knew in my heart that if I stayed where I was, life would always be a struggle. So one day the breakup finally happened. We talked and cried for hours and finally decided that we could never truly work. He decided to move out and let me stay in the house and keep the dogs because, on his income alone, he couldn’t afford to live there (I made enough waiting tables to cover the bills if pennies were tightly pinched). I can honestly say that the 48 hours after that break up were the toughest of all my life. I ugly-cried those kind of tears that come from somewhere inside you didn’t even know existed—a place of fear and sudden awareness that you are completely alone. And that’s the place I was in when I met Matthew. We met a mere 48 hours after the ex and I called it quits, which could either be considered really terrible timing or really great timing. I choose to believe the timing was perfect. But let’s back up again for just a minute. Remember how I was working at that little restaurant? Well, for a couple of years I’d been waiting on my future in-laws without even knowing it. We’ll just call them Mr. and Mrs. D for our purposes here today. They were an odd couple. Mrs. D was a beautiful blonde and friendly as can be, and Mr. D was quiet, reserved, and hard to read. I really enjoyed waiting on them, though, and I found it amusing when Mrs. D would occasionally mention their son in California and how perfect he and I would be for each other. She mentioned this to me on at least two or three occasions, but I always laughed and just politely reminded her that I had a boyfriend. I came to find out later that, in actuality, Mrs. D talked a whole lot more about Matthew and I one day meeting than I ever knew at the time; Mr. D now says he had to hear about it every single time they came to the restaurant, and Matthew, when he was in town, would always go to eat there and would hear about me then, too. But for some reason, I was never working when Matthew happened to stop in with his parents, and our paths never crossed. But then one day, on January 19, 2009, our paths DID cross. And to make it all the more strange, I wasn’t even working that day—the encounter was, TRULY, by chance. Little did I know when I woke up that morning, Martin Luther King Day and a university holiday, that my life was about to be turned upside down. Chapter Two It was a Saturday that the ex and I had broken up, and by Monday morning, though I was by NO means “over” the breakup, I was feeling ever so slightly hopeful; or at least looking forward to a fun breakfast with a friend. One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother to me; we were hired on at the restaurant around the same time, and over the six and a half years until this point in the story, he and I had become close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing to catch up on the events of each other’s lives. A week prior to this aforementioned Monday, he and I had planned to meet for breakfast at the restaurant where we worked – only I got called into work when another waitress went home sick. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was a game-changing move. One of those moments where the Universe intervenes because that particular event wasn’t in keeping with the greater plan. Truth be told, if I had met my friend for breakfast on that previously planned date, or if I had shown up to the restaurant even a single moment later on the day we DID end up meeting, Matthew and I would have never met. My life would be drastically different right now. Funny how the smallest little decisions and changes of course can alter the entire plot of your life. So on that Monday morning, January 19 of 2009, I woke up, got showered and dressed, and headed out to a 9:00 AM breakfast with my friend. Like usual, I was running a couple minutes late. Once I arrived, I parked my car and walked across the lot and into the little diner where my friend Chris was already waiting in the line to be seated. We chatted for maybe thirty seconds before the outside door of the restaurant swung open and, to my surprise, there was Mrs. D! She seemed excited to see me and exclaimed, “Jenni! I know this might seem strange, and I know you have a boyfriend, but my son is here in town—we were just leaving, and I saw you walking up—I’d love for you to come out and meet him!” I gave her a hug and laughed, saying, “Well, actually, me and my boyfriend just broke up, so it’s ok.” I thought I’d humor her. Many proud mamas had bragged on their sons to me before, and if or when I ever did end up meeting these “handsome” princes, things were usually awkward and anything but a match made in heaven. Mrs. D led me just outside the little foyer where we’d been waiting. Her car was a few feet away, and the driver’s side door was still open where she had gotten out. I peered into the car and there he was: the infamous son. I’d be lying if I said I heard a choir of angels singing, or if I said a bright light shone upon him like some supernatural vision from God, but there truly was instant attraction. He reached over from the passenger side seat to shake my hand and said, “Hey! Nice to finally meet you!” He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, and from then on I was in somewhat of a stupor, which is not unusual for me when faced with awkward social situations (especially involving shockingly attractive members of the opposite sex). I said something along the lines of, “It’s really nice to meet you too! I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, and I just love your Mom!” Mrs. D mentioned then that Matthew was going home to California the next morning but would be back in a couple weeks. I replied saying maybe we would see each other again when he returned, and the conversation wrapped up. But in typical Jenni fashion, I had to say at least one ridiculous thing before going along my merry way, so just as I turned around to walk back into the diner, I decided to poke my head in the car one more time and say, “oh, excuse me SIR? What did you say your name was again? I already forgot!” Yes, I called him SIR. And as soon as that word flew off my tongue I was mortified with myself. Why the !@#$ did I just call him “sir?” What an idiot! He just laughed and said “Matthew.” “Ok, thanks!” I replied. “Maybe I’ll see you again soon!” They left, and I went back into the restaurant where my friend was waiting. And just a couple moments later we were inside and seated at our table near the back of the little one room diner. We ordered our breakfast and, after a few more minutes, the hostess walked up to our table and slipped me a little note. “That guy just came back in and told me to give this to you. He saw you sitting with Chris and didn’t want to be rude and interrupt,” she told me. My heart skipped a beat. I unfolded the little note. Matthew had written his name and phone number and the message: Be back in two weeks. Would be great to hear from you! I was shaking. I can’t explain it, but I felt like I was dreaming. My mind was racing with thoughts of how completely serendipitous this encounter was, but how completely awful it felt to be entertaining thoughts of another relationship so soon after my last one ended. One of the waitresses at the restaurant, a good friend and mother-type figure to me, stopped by our table and read the note. She had seen the whole thing unfold, and the way Matthew had come back in and stared back at me as I chatted obliviously with my friend. With a knowing look on her face, she said “Jenni, it’s a God thing.” And she turned out to be very, very right. Mrs. D and Matthew both corroborate the story that, when they had left the restaurant after our initial meeting, Matthew matter of factly told his mother that I was the one. That he knew it. And she said she had always known it. She told him what I said about my boyfriend and I breaking up, and Matthew demanded she turn around. They came back, he scribbled his note on that little piece of paper, and he went back in to find me. And I COULD just say “the rest is history,” but that really wouldn’t be doing the story justice. The part that comes next is half the fun! I suppose that sometimes fate might whisper, but in our case, it screamed. Chapter Three Three full days passed after that fateful encounter, and the little note Matthew had left for me remained tucked away inside my wallet. I certainly wasn’t following any rule on how many days to wait before calling a guy; rather, I was feeling pretty terrible about calling him at ALL, given my still VERY freshly single status. My ex-boyfriend hadn’t even moved out of our house yet, and although I remained fully aware of that note and secretly wanted to call the number on it, I refrained. It just seemed so wrong to be having thoughts about another guy so soon. Then, on the afternoon of the fourth day, I went to work and, as I clocked in on the register, I noticed a bright blue, folded sticky note with my name on it taped to the window beside me. I pulled it off and opened it, and there was Matthew’s name and number again, but this time in the handwriting of one the hostesses who answers the phone. I turned to my manager and asked what it was all about. “This guy already gave me his number!” I said, confused. “What is it doing here again?” My manager gravely told me that Matthew had called the restaurant and asked for me the day before, but since I wasn’t there, he simply left his name and number with the hostess. “Is this guy stalking you? Do you want me to call him?” he asked with concern. I laughed and said I didn’t think so. But secretly, I was impressed with Matthew’s tenacity. He was interested, and he wasn’t beating around the bush about it. I liked that. I texted him that afternoon and apologized for not calling. I told him that I’d wanted to, but it had only been several days since my ex and I had broken up and it felt a little irreverent to be calling another guy so soon. I said that I’d call him when I got off work that night. The reply I received went something like this: Ok, little miss four days later! Good thing I remain optimistic, ‘cause it was beginning to look like I wasn’t going to hear from you! Matthew later told me that those were the most torturous four days of his life. He kept his phone within an arm’s reach and pondered whether or not I was playing hard to get or something. When he didn’t hear from me right away, he had called the restaurant (from California!) in case I had “lost his number.” Patience is not this man’s greatest virtue; I can definitely attest to that now! I don’t want to skim over anything, but I also don’t want to drag this out for weeks. So let’s just say that I called Matthew that evening, and by the end of about a one hour conversation, I knew I had just met the man who would one day be my husband. I called my best friend the next day and told her so, which, naturally, was met with a somewhat apprehensive “umm… ok?” Truth be told, the relationship encountered quite a bit of trepidation from my friends and family, and understandably so. Everything happened so fast and so furious and so SOON after the end of my previous relationship. Matthew was almost seven years older than me, had a successful career in insurance and financial services, lived states away, and still seemed dead set on ME. People didn’t trust him, and even I had my moments of doubt as things moved along at lightning speed. During the week after our first phone call, we talked for hours every night. I learned that he was a huge fan of the book The Secret, just like I was, and he told me that he, too, tried to live his life by the principles of the law of attraction. Coincidence? I think not. He also told me he had moved his trip back to Texas up a few days so he could spend more time with me, and our first date was scheduled for less than two weeks after our initial meeting. I remember getting a text from him just a couple days before he flew back down to Texas, and it said that he “couldn’t wait to have me in his arms.” I was a little alarmed by this, given that we hadn’t even had our first date yet, but I sort of loved it all at once. It was nice to feel wanted without that veil of pretense and cautious, “acceptable” behavior. Matthew is one of the few people in this world who throws themselves shamelessly and without hesitation at whatever they desire. So we had our first date. I wore a little black dress with heels and a bright green sweater, and he wore jeans and a black button up shirt. We met at Starbucks, we hugged like old friends, he led me to the car he’d borrowed from his dad, and he opened my door for me like a true gentleman. He started the car and a CD began to play – all my favorite songs, one after another. I demanded that he admit he’d stalked my Facebook and made a CD from all my listed favorite artists, but he denies it to this day. Either he’s lying, or we just have identical taste in music. Either way, it was perfect. And that evening began a week of “first dates.” We had dinner together several times, went to the movies, visited the nearby Natural Bridge Caverns and Natural Bridge Wildlife Ranch in San Antonio, spent his birthday with his parents and grandparents, and then said a very bittersweet goodbye before he headed back to California. I think it was on the third date that week that I really fell in love. We were deep under the ground in the chilly caverns and listening to the tour guide as she lectured on stalactites and stalagmites, when Matthew wrapped his arms around me from behind and just held me there as we stood. I can’t explain it, but it just felt… RIGHT. A few days after he went home to California, on Valentine’s Day 2009, I received a very special delivery while I was at work – a gift that would turn out to be one of the most amazing and romantic things I’ve ever been given. Chapter Four In part three, the story left off just after our week of first dates and Matthew’s return home from California, and just before Valentine’s Day two years ago. I was at work that Valentine’s Day evening when a special delivery arrived for me via Matthew’s mom! I was too busy to chat with her much when she arrived, but she dropped off my gifts along with a gorgeous dozen white and red roses from Matthew. He had arranged all this before he left! I waited to open my gifts until the restaurant was closed for the evening, but believe me, I thought about them ALL NIGHT LONG! Once the last customer had finally left, I sat down at a table with my roses, a large yellow manila envelope, and a wrapped gift. A note on the outside of a card instructed that I open the wrapped gift first. In order to understand the significance of what comes next, you have to first understand my obsession with New York City. During those few weeks that we had know each other up until this point, Matthew and I had discussed how much we both loved it there, and how it is my absolute favorite place on Earth. So I opened my gift and found this adorable New York picture that Matthew had hand decaled with romantic little words: I was tickled by that, of course, but what was in the big manila envelope was the real kicker. Matthew had created this full page invitation (with a beautiful photo of a bridge in Central Park faded in the background), and it read: (My Name) You are hereby cordially invited to “The City of Lights” On Monday, the Ninth of March, Two Thousand and Nine at The Ritz Carlton New York, Central Plaza Enchantment will start promptly at 8:00 PM, Romance will begin at first site, …..Falling in Love will last a lifetime Host: Matthew (Last Name) Price of Admission: Your Company, Your Smile, and Your Grace Please RSVP by February 16th, 2009 We apologize for any inconvenience, Kisses are the only form of payment accepted at this time Ummm, yeah. CAN WE SAY EVERY GIRL’S DREAM COME TRUE?!?! And Matthew had also created a fake airline boarding pass with the assigned seat “next to your man” and with flight and confirmation numbers matching the days of our first two dates. I know. Sickening! I’m here to tell you that not every man is completely clueless when it comes to romance! So needless to say, I accepted the invitation, and that trip to New York City with my future husband turned out to be the most fabulous few days of my life. The Ritz Carlton ruined me for all eternity. I will compare all hotel experiences to that one, and nothing will ever match up. Matthew convinced the poor fellow at the front desk to upgrade our stay from a basic room to a two room, two bathroom suite, at no extra charge (the guy is a sweet-talker, what can I say?), and from our room on the seventh floor (my lucky number) you could sit on the window seat and gaze down at sixth avenue and central park below. I spent many teary moments on that window seat, wondering when I would wake up from this lovely dream. Thankfully, I never did. Matthew had brought along the movie Serendipity for us to watch while there in New York, and the next day after watching the movie in our cozy room, Matthew surprised me with lunch at Serendipity 3. Appropriate, yes? Here we were inside the restaurant: After that New York trip, Matthew and I continued a long distance relationship. We would see each other every 3-5 weeks on average, he flying down to San Antonio where I lived at the time, or me flying up to Huntington Beach, California where he lived at the time. In June of that same year, we took yet another trip, but this time to Maui, Hawaii. Mind you, we had only been dating four and half months at this point, but I had a feeling a proposal was imminent. A couple of days into our stay, Matthew surprised me with a limo ride to a location away from our hotel, where we found a small table set up near the beach, complete with white linens, a candle, and a little vase of fresh flowers. We had our own private chef, who was arranged about 10 yards away, cook us one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever eaten (some type of grilled Hawaiian fish – whatever it was, it was amazing!). BUT. Things really did not go as Matthew had planned for them to or at all how he had envisioned. We laugh about it now, but our romantic and private little dinner table was smack dab in the middle of a grassy clearing between another hotel and an enormous ugly apartment complex with hundreds of balconies overlooking our little spectacle. We were also within about 15 feet of an outdoor shower spicket which people were coming up to from the beach to shower off under! It was awkward to say the least, and Matthew was pissed. At one point he went over to the chef to “check on our meal,” but he was really asking for the ring back – it was supposed to be “served” to me with the dessert, but Matthew was so displeased with the atmosphere that he decided to postpone the proposal. The meal wrapped up, and I was feeling anxious. Knowing Matthew, I had a feeling he wouldn’t propose under these imperfect circumstances, but I wasn’t sure! We ended up taking our limo back to our resort – and BY THE WAY. The limo was 1980’s style Uncle Guido GREEN, inside and out, which was another scenario Matthew had not planned for! The whole ordeal was definitely laughable. So when we got back to our hotel, Matthew suggested we take a walk before the sun set. Mmm-hmm, “a walk.” Ok, buddy! I thought to myself. As we walked along beside the gorgeous floury-soft sand beach, we suddenly reached a little clearing where there was a patch of green grass beside the sand, and Matthew stopped. My heart skipped a beat, and before I knew it, he was on one knee, saying something about loving me a whole lot and wanting to spend the rest of forever with me, et cetera, et cetera. Honestly, and sadly, I might add, I don’t remember his exact words. Even though I expected this proposal, I was still in some sort of weird shock. Maybe it had something to do with the gorgeous shiny rock that was sparkling up at me as he spoke – just sayin’! Obviously, my answer was YES. And I believe they usually end these little fairytales with “happily ever after.” man, I miss that tan. But the truth is, things haven’t always been super easy; living states away from each other for that year before our wedding was really tough. Once we DID get married and moved into our home together, we had to learn to live as a couple – but I can honestly say that when you are deeply and unselfishly in love, things aren’t that hard. And I wish each and every one of you, if you haven’t found it already, a love story just like ours – not because our relationship is perfect (because it isn’t – honest), but because we have found a way to love one another despite. Despite our imperfections, despite our quirks and idiosyncrasies, and despite a sometimes uncertain future. This first year of marriage has taught me a lot, and I can’t wait to share our journey with all of YOU. This life can be a beautiful thing – sometimes sad, sometimes tragic, sometimes full of sorrow and suffering and pain – but ALWAYS full of love. I’ll leave you with something I wrote on a private blog on Valentine’s Day two years ago, just after receiving those gifts from Matthew: I have learned to listen to my heart. I have learned that if you never make room for better things and better ways to be, if you never clear out the things in your life that stand in the way of your happiness, then you are not aligning your universe to allow for amazing things. In this life, you don’t find yourself. You create yourself. And the same goes for love: you don’t find love, you create a road for love to travel and wait for it to come.
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Central CATCH THE BUZZ Radio frequency ID tags on honey bees reveal hive dynamics CHAMPAIGN, Ill. — Scientists attached radio-frequency identification (RFID) tags to hundreds of individual honey bees and tracked them for several weeks. The effort yielded Read more ... two discoveries: Some foraging bees are much busier than others; and if those busy bees disappear, others will take their place. The findings are reported in the journal Animal Behaviour. Tagging the bees revealed that about 20 percent of the foraging bees in a hive brought home more than half of the nectar and pollen gathered to feed the hive. "We found that some bees are working very, very hard – as we would have expected," said University of Illinois Institute for Genomic Biology director Gene E. Robinson, who led the research. "But then we found some other bees that were not working as hard as the others." Citizen scientist Paul Tenczar developed the technique for attaching RFID tags to bees and tracking their flight activity with monitors. He and Neuroscience Program graduate student Claudia Lutz measured the foraging activities of bees in several locations, including some in hives in a controlled foraging environment. (Watch a video about this work.) Vikyath Rao, a graduate student in the laboratory of U. of I. physics professor Nigel Goldenfeld, analyzed the data using a computer model Rao and Goldenfeld developed. Previous studies, primarily in ants, have found that some social insects work much harder than others in the same colony, Robinson said. "The assumption has always been that these 'elite' individuals are in some way intrinsically better, that they were born that way," he said. While it is well known that genetic differences underlie differences in many types of behavior, the new findings show that "sometimes it is important to give individuals a chance in a different situation to truly find out how different they are from each other," Robinson said. Removal of the elite bees "was associated with an almost five-fold increase in activity level in previously low-activity foragers," the researchers wrote. The change occurred within 24 hours, Tenczar said. This demonstrates that other individuals within the hive also have the capacity to become elites when necessary, Robinson said. "It is still possible that there truly are elite bees that have some differential abilities to work harder than others, but it's a larger group than first estimated," Robinson said. "Or it could be that all bees are capable of working at this level and there's some kind of colony-level regulation that has some of them working really, really hard, making many trips while others make fewer trips." Perhaps the less-busy bees function as a kind of reserve force that can kick into high gear if something happens to the super-foragers, Robinson said. "Our observation is that the colony bounces back to a situation where some bees are very active and some are less active," he said. "Why is that? We don't know. Do all bees have that capability? We still don't know." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by Bee Culture, The Magazine Of American Beekeeping, published by the A.I. Root Company. Find us at -Twitter. Facebook. Bee Culture’s Blog
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Steven Most everyone who has gone to a psychic has had situations where a prediction is given that doesn’t unfold in the time-frame predicted. Why is that? Well, the answer is two fold. First, there is something called FREE CHOICE. A psychic can only see Read more ... a window into the future from the day they do the reading. Anywhere along the way you may make a choice that changes your path; therefore that changes the outcome. You may think the psychic SHOULD know if you are going to change your mind and go in a different direction but that would fall under ‘destiny’ rather than ‘free choice’. That being said, I, for one, can generally pick up when someone is at a crossroads or is indecisive about something or if a change of heart is coming, but free choice is just that - FREE CHOICE. IF a psychic predicts it, then can it be considered free choice? Now, lets look at a situation that many of you have experienced where a psychic gives you a prediction and it does not come true. You may wonder why that happens and is it a bad psychic reading? More often than it being a problem with your psychic it is usually that along the way you made choices that changed the outcome. So, it is important to factor that into things. FREE CHOICE is just that. Free choice. Without that, you wouldn't be free to make the choices and mistakes that you often make. The way we all learn and grow is through our choices. LEARN FROM YOUR choices, good, bad or indifferent; because there are really no mistakes; just detours. But, in the end, if a psychic is good at reading outcomes as I am, they should still be able to predict the end result; even if there are several twists long the way. I remember doing a reading for a regular client who asked me about her daughter. I saw a very bright future for her daughter including becoming a doctor and having a happy married life. At that time her daughter wanted to be a model and had no interest in the medical profession. In her teen years this young woman made some choices and got into trouble as she pursued her career as a model. For a few years she went off course. I held firm in my predictions although my client just couldn’t see it. She was sure her daughter was going to ruin her life. But fortunately she didn’t. Eventually she get back on course. Her daughter got sick and she met a great doctor who tremendously influenced her. They didn’t become romantically involved but they became good friends. She eventually went to med school met a handsome young doctor and they now have 3 young children and are living her dream life! So, the moral is - give the predictions time to unfold. I personally read outcomes. There may be several twists and turns while getting to the outcome.. and sometimes my clients are so sure I am wrong, but inevitably it plays out as predicted. So, when you get a prediction, regardless of time-frames given, the first thing is to wait it out. Give it some extra time since time is very hard for most psychics to predict. Secondly, if you are NOT ready for a situation to play out - then there very likely WILL be delays. The Universe will UNFOLD for you with your best interests at heart. That isn’t always what YOU want - when you want it. That is often the most difficult thing to understand when life doesn’t unfold as you want it or as it has been predicted. People often KEEP things just out of their range; the very things they most desire because they are not ready. When a psychic reads your energy they can feel it and sense it but it is up to the individual to allow it into their lives. Sometimes you need to let go of something BEFORE the next door opens. Other times, the timing just isn’t right. You might need to work through some issues or get clarity on something BEFORE it comes into your life.. So, before you BLAME THE PSYCHIC for predictions that don’t seem to come true look inward and if you are honest with yourself you may see that perhaps you weren’t ready or that you are pushing it away. That can turn out to be the greatest GIFT in any prediction. I see this play out all the time, so be patient. I recently heard from a client that I read for about 3 years ago. At that time I predicted a total change in her career and that she would meet a man through this new career path that would be a mentor within 12-18 months. The reason this client called was about 8 months ago she made a career change. She has now met a man she is dating who is starting to mentor her so she called me to see if he was the man I predicted for her. So, the prediction DID come true in it’s own time-frame. Just allow it! The bottom line is, allow some time for the predictions to play out. In the end, if the psychic is generally accurate then the predictions will unfold, if given time!
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