My world and welcome to it....

I believe in preminitions, having had them work on me and my first wife, together and independently. Omens are a different thing, and may only work if you inadvertently cause them to happen because you believe in them.

I'm way too supersitious for my own good, but can't shake it, so just accept it.

What are the portents, dare I ask?

Listening....

(Although I may take my Beastly Cold to bed early. If so, I'll check my dreams for portents.)

Re: My world and welcome to it....

No.

horse feathers

Re: My world and welcome to it....


what he said, in a girly "not-so-much" way.

I certainly believe in premonitions and "nagging feelings". I think they are just parts of our subconscious that have put two and two together and are gently trying to let our conscious know that it's four.

oooh, horse feathers bad portent

Totally.

for sure.

We're so, like, 80's....

Taking Beastly Cold to bed.

Factor A: Omen.

Factor B: Interpretation of Omen.

I very much doubt that the cookie crumbs on the rug advised you to make Mo--or any of Mo's blood kin--a special Kool Ade cocktail.

When my thumbs prickle, something wicked is headed my way.

Trust your personal radar.

Sorry it took so long to get back. My computer is still not working.

We had a power outage for a big chunk of the day. It went out with a big pop and my keyboard seems to be fried. I haven't been able to tell whether anything else on it is fried.

I had decided to make a lot of the good luck foods on the New Year's thread. Everything was happily bubbling and roasting when the power went out so most of our good luck meal is now in the trash.

Still, I'm kind of enjoying our low-tech celebration. It's all nice and quiet and we're all just goofing off. Mr. B and Mo trundle off to take a nap so I go to the bookstore. When I get back they haven't napped and Mr. B, not Mo, is all cranky.

Mo is getting hungry and we don't have a lot of things to eat that don't require cooking so I decide that we will go out to dinner. Mr. B is napping so I shake him a bit and tell him I'm taking Mo to get something to eat so he gets up all snarky and sarcastic and acting put upon. WTF?

He's usually not like that at all - I'm the sarcastic one around here. I have dibs on snarky.

Our last visitor of the old year was Mo's bio-mom; the first phone call of the new year was Mo's bio-grandma.

So anyway. The holiday was spent with Mr. Hyde in a cold house with ruined food, with people I don't particularly like floating around the edges.

I thought about going to check into a hotel for the day and I really should have just done it!

buy some white sage, close every window and door and fill your home with smoke.
open one window, and ring a loud bell.

then open all windows and doors and air it out.


( trots off talking to the people in my head )

Omens and portents, no. Hunches and intuition, yes.

I hate when I go to take a nap and don't get one. I'm with Mr. B on that one, although I try not to take it out on T or Yaya.

Chalk it up to a bad day, or bad hair day for Mr. B.

See, I'm superstitious, but I spin the superstition in all kinds of weird ways.

Like, I might take the Good Luck Food Gone Bad incident as an indication that it's fruitless to try to influence the future, and as a reminder to go with the flow.

Short-term, though, bummer about the power outage and Oregon Fried Computer!

I can see how starting off the new year with a day like that could make you apprehensive towards the future. I'm with soz -- I think you should spin it. Maybe you've gotten the worst of the year over with. Maybe it can only go up from here.

So do I have to be here while that stuff is burning!? I do have a cool temple bell that I could ring....

I hate it when I go to take a nap and don't get one too but really now, how many "wants" like that do you get to do when there are kids in the house?

I want to lay in the bathtub and drink a nice martini while reading my new book - only about a three hour sabbatical, about the same amount that one would spend on a nap.

My chances?

Fat.

I wasn't so much trying to influence the future as I was trying to establish some "traditions" in my house. It seems important this year.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself for filling both sides of his bio-family in on Mo's birthday plans - that I was having a party for him here and that they would all be invited and that the other "side" would be invited and that everyone was welcome and that they were all expected to behave. (See the soon to be posted thread where I will be asking advice on how to throw a birthday party.)

I'm establishing traditions, damnit!

And then a big wind came along laughing.

Anyway..... Mr. B is apologetic, the power is on and the computer is working once again.

Maybe the flow will be a bit kinder today.

Thank you all for listening.

It does sound like a nice tradition. You said that most of the food was ruined, but that sounds like not ALL -- how about you eat what's left with great relish, and make it again next year?