Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Save the Last Dance for Me

Well, guys, this is it. I move out of here into my new abode tomorrow night and it's time to say goodbye to this old house.

As much as I hated it, I'm really going to miss it. It's like an old friend or a pair of worn out shoes whichever way you want to look at it, but it's been my home for the last 12 years and it's kinda sad leaving it.

My last two kitties I'll ever own are buried underneath the bush out back. I hope the new owners tread carefully around it because they were really special to me. I can't take them with me but everytime I ride by, I can glance at the bush in the back and remember just how special they really were.

I'll miss the daily walks around the chicken houses the most, I think. It was the time when I did a lot of reflecting. The dogs would be at my side and oh the memories. When my twin soul died, I did a lot of walking around those chicken houses, talking to him, pleading for him to tell me it was some sick joke and he was really alive.

I'll not forget the rows and rows of corn that were planted in the summer and what a backdrop that was. And the birds flying above...

And in the fall when they cut down the corn, you could see the deer grazing just beyond the field in front of the woods.

Simply beautiful.

Oh, I could go on and on, but I'm running out of time and there's still so much to do.

We're down to the big stuff. I'm really exhausted. We've been hauling truckloads over there for days it seems. Boxes are piled to the ceiling almost and it's going to be awhile until we finally get it the way we like it.

And it's freaking cold there. The water isn't but a few yards away and the wind blows across it with such force you'd think it was a hurricane. Or so I thought today while lugging boxes in...awfully cold.

It's nice, though. Probably the nicest place I've ever lived in. I can't wait until the day when everything is unpacked and I can have a full day of rest.

They take my computer down tomorrow evening so I guess you won't be hearing from me until I get it back up and running and when that happens, I'll be sure to let you know all about it and I'll have pictures, too.

So goodbye old house....and I'll be talking to you all in a few days...Calgon....

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Henri the Ghostest with the Mostest Interviews Paranormal Author Deborah Woehr!

How would you like to be interviewed by a ghost?

Today, Deborah Woehr, author of Prosperity: A Love Story, is interviewed by Henri de Montemorency, the Ghostest with the Mostest at and Disneyland won't be the same!

Deborah Woehr's virtual book tour is brought to you by Pump Up Your Book Promotion, an innovative public relations agency specializing in online book promotion. You can visit their website at

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Valentine's Day Special - Relationship Experts Answer Your Questions!

Rachel Greene Baldino and Judy Ford, authors of the self-help book, The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Enhancing Sexual Desire (Penguin, Dec. ‘07) will be stopping off at Long Relationships for part four of their their week-long stay to talk about increasing sexual desire and other relationship issues. Today’s discussion is, “What can we do this Valentine’s Day to create an intimate rendezvous with our lover?” Rachel will also be stopping off at TWL Author Talks and will be answering your relationship questions on a one-on-one basis!

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Just like the Dorothy in Wizard of Oz, this Dorothy is about to land in a place far, far away from home.

But, it’s not really. Chincoteague, Virginia, isn’t but about a half hour drive from here, but it’s a whole ‘nuther world over on the island and in six days I’m going to find out whether I’ll be wanting to click my ruby red slippers and crying, “I want to go home. I want to go home" or not.

But, I can’t. Once I sign that lease, Chincoteague will be my new home and I better stop this whining or I’m not going to make it any easier.

I’m now understanding why they say “home is where the heart is,” because as I walk around this old house, I feel like I’m losing one of my soul mates. Out of 53 years that I have been alive, I have lived in this house longer than any other house I’ve ever lived in – twelve long, yet short, years.

Okay, the rent was cheap.

And I complained the whole time I was here.

But, never mind that. It still was home. When I ran the hair dryer, I knew to turn off all the lights or the circuit breaker would go off and I’d be stuck standing there naked as a jaybird in the dark fumbling for clothes and matches so I could head outside and flip it back on.

If it rained, I knew to keep a careful eye on how much it was rising at the back door so I could bail before it came into the house and ruined my washer and dryer (it caught me a couple of times at work and now my washer and dryer have rusty bottoms).

If it was going to be below frigid temperatures, I knew the drill. Duct tape every crack I could find, hang the sheet up in between the living room and dining room to keep out the draft from the antiquated back door that I could do nothing about and keep water dripping.

Oh, but let’s not talk about the wild kingdom artifacts. A baby snake skin in my silverware drawer and this was after I moved in and wasn’t there when I did move in so Lord knows where the mama of that sucker was all the time I was living here.

How about the funny little flying insect thingees (flying termites perhaps?) that came out every spring before BF sprayed around the house that would fly around in mobs around my son while he was sleeping?

Oh, how about the time I was sitting here on the computer and I looked out and there was a rat standing in my kitchen staring at me? I froze, he said Pffttt, slowly turned around and wobbled back behind the stove, leaving me sitting there in shock, unable to move, scream, pass out or do anything but try to keep that steady flow of air coming in and out of my air pipes.

Oh, yeah, it’s been a blast.

But, as each inconvenience appeared, there was always a solution and we took care of it. It just seemed that there for awhile, the inconveniences started adding up to the point where we really wanted out of this house, but again, the rent was cheap and we were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Do we get something better and more expensive and give up our luxury vacations and being able to buy whatever we wanted?

And despite how run down this house became, it still kept that roof over our head and still was a place we could come home from work and find a little bit of sanctuary.

We move in five days. Or at least start moving. We’re dragging it out because of conflicting work schedules and we don’t want to kill ourselves lugging our worldly possessions we just can’t do without to a condominium with 2 floors, so we won’t officially be in there until that following weekend.

It’s going to be different all right. Come to think about it, for the first time in twelve years, we will be living normal without snakes, rats, flying bugs and a busy highway a few yards from our front door.

Oh, yeah, in time I will forget ever having any sad feelings for this old house, I suppose. But it’s still going to be sad leaving it for these reasons:

This was the house where I found my independence.
This was the house where I met BF.
This was the house my son’s doctor announced he had Marfans.
This was the house my daughter become a nurse.
This was the house l learned how to use the computer.
This was the house I took that knowledge and became a successful online small business owner.
This was the house where I saw the Smokies for the first time and declared it my spiritual home. This was the house where I found out my twin flame died.
This was the house where I found out the news that suicide bombers had threatened our sense of peace and belief that we will always be safe in America the same week my twin flame died.
This was the house that Chelsea, my first Cocker Spaniel, died which we replaced with two more – Cassie and Max.
This was the house where I buried Frosty and Bebe, the last two cats I will ever own.
This was the house I have cried and laughed for the last twelve years of my life.
This was the house I have memories of good times and bad times, but it was also the house where I triumphed and became the kind of person I knew was inside of me in terms of professional and spiritually.
This was the house that held many years of living and this was the house of which I now have to say goodbye so I can turn over a new leaf and start anew.

This was a house filled with bittersweet memories which will never go away.

Sometimes I want to get to the point where goodbye won’t be painful by believing that this move is going to be the best thing I’ve ever done for myself; but yet, there’s a little bit of me that’s going to remain behind.

There’s a bit of me that’s still going to be hoeing that garden out back (something you can’t do in a condo) or taking the dogs on laps around the chicken houses or pruning the roses or planting new seeds and watching them sprout. Those “outdoor” things I think I’m going to miss the most living in a condo.

But, Feng Shui-ing your life is about looking ahead and seeing the positive, so that is what I’m going to work on for the next six days while I wait until moving day grabs me by the reins and whips me into reality.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

This one's for you, Dick

I know that if you want to be in the Feng Shui state of mind, jealousy shouldn’t even come near entering it, but I am so jealous of my friend, Dick.

Read all about it here!

Monday, February 4, 2008

Day 26

Some of you know that I've got to move. Before today, I had no way of knowing where. The landlord has sold the property and it threw me, really threw me. I think the fact that I only had 30 days to relocate was the point where I really freaked. It's not like this place has any options, believe me...I've been looking for the last 12 years for another place.

Days before I found out the house I had lived in for the last 12 years had been sold, my daughter and I were shopping in Bed, Bath and Beyond (a bomb of a store if I've ever saw one) for a bedspread. It was there she saw a CD with Feng Shui music.

I had heard of Feng Shui, but never really explored more into it. After listening to the music, my daughter said that she was going to Feng Shui her bedroom and leave the music running all the time. It's beautiful...flutes and everything.

Well, days went by...and we had no options except for this waterfront condo on Chincoteague (an island connected by a bridge to the mainland). It was expensive, but between all of us and because it was just the most beautiful place to live in I've ever seen, we looked into it.

More days went by and we're fretting...what if they don't accept us? What about the pets? What if we can't afford it?

But, that's negative thinking. I talked to every single spiritual being that has control over my well-being that I could. I said, "If we get it, it's because we can afford it," and that was going to be the reason they would turn us down. They had already said pets were okay with a pet fee, so if they turned us down, I knew we couldn't afford it.

Today, I found out we got the condo. I'll be blogging about it at my new blog at about how I'm going to start over and use Feng Shui techniques to totally redo my life.

I also wanted to tell everyone about an article I have at I wrote that when I didn't know.

So, today is the day I Feng Shui my life. For real. And I'm so freaking excited.

And that picture at the top of my blog post? That's what I'll be seeing out my living room balcony. Is that cool or what?

Saturday, February 2, 2008

28 Days

Thanks to Autumn, I thought I'd better catch you up on what's going on.

Well, we found a condo we might be able to get. Expensive, but I think we can do it. Only catch is, we have dogs so we'd have to pay a pet deposit, but I'd do anything not to have to give up my pooches, not that it would be an alternative because I'd sleep on the streets first.

It's in a neighboring town called Chincoteague. Beautiful place. High tech. Your own personal dock. Private balconies, the whole shebang. And a dishwasher! I haven't had a dishwasher since my daughter was born and that was 29 years ago. My, my, my, have I let my lifestyle go by the wayside.

It's not concrete, though...we've not been approved yet. And, if we don't get approved, I don't know what in the heck we're going to do but look again. However, the time clock has started clicking. 28 days left.
Daughter is psyched about it. I had tours going out (my online business) the next day and, on top of that, I was neaseaus. I'm sure it was nerves. I had been pretty much exhausting myself to the point where my body just couldn't take it anymore so she went to look at it by herself. She picked up her dad and he went with her which I thought was nice. In his words, "If it were me, that money would be in their hands today." He liked the dock, I'm sure.
Today, I'm better. As soon as the conversation goes to "moving," I start feeling sick again. But, I'm getting better.
28 days isn't long to find a house and pack up 12 years of accumulated stuff into boxes and work, too. It's really hard. I've taken a break today because tours have gone out, but after work tomorrow, I start back in.
I'm realizing now, though, how bad this house really was. You kind of don't see it if you live in it. Or, you ignore it because you can't do a damn thing about it.
I cleaned out one closet and found out that mice had torn apart precious books I had in a box at the bottom. I knew we had them but when we had the cockadooing chicken running around, we've not had a problem since. However, the damage has been done.
Daughter cleaned out her closet last night and was throwing away a lot of damaged clothing.
But, you know, moving is a cleansing sort of thing. Out with the old and in with the new.
It's 3 a.m. and I have to work in the morning, but I'll let you know what happens. I'll be glad when it's over.
Oh! I'm going to Feng Shui everything! It's going to be a total living space makeover!
So that will be something to look forward to. Cross your fingers for me and pray they accept our application because it's nothing worse than not knowing where you're going to call home.