Tamara Temple's Blog

A long weekend away in San Jose visiting family and friends.

Had lunch with Chelsea on Thursday. We got sammiches from Le Boul and ate them at her home while waiting for delivery of a fridge — they’re doing more remodeling on the kitchen. Chelsea is lucky she’s not going to be around for it as she left on Friday for Tulane, which she was all excited about.

Friday had lunch with Tig and talked over all kinds of stuff. Was a great chance to catch up on personal things and just spend time with her alone.

Saturday morning was birthday breakfast for Ruth up at their house. Lise was rolling around with her foot in a cast. She seems to be holding up well, if a bit confined. Was fun and good to see them both.

Saturday lunch was with Tig, Gail and Paladin. We had a good lunch and then did a little shopping. Outside the bookstore there was a group of ANONYMOUS protesting the Scientology bookstore next door. I took their leaflet and chatted them up a bit.

Long drive home on Sunday, good to be home.

Just had another EMDR session, and made progress this time. Held the image and feelings in my head, and processed it through and had several changes in feeling in both body and mind and got breakthroughs. By the end of the session I could hold the image in my head and didn’t have the associated feelings. It felt pretty good. This holds promise.

I’m going to be vigilant for repercussions — this may not be the end of it, there may still be fallout from it, but at least I was able to go through it once and come out the other side. This bodes well for the process.

Funny Pictures

Where’s Waldo he’s gone.

“If guns kill people then…
Pensils spel wurds wronge,
cars make people drive drunk
and spoons make Rosie O’Donnell a fat pig.”

If Guns - Animal Humour - CKA

Well I held you like a lover
Happy hands and your elbow in the appropriate place

And we ignored our others, happy plans
For that delicate look upon your face

Our bodies moved and hardened
Hurting parts of your garden
With no room for a pardon
In a place where no one knows what we have done

Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Well you held me like a lover
Sweaty hands
And my foot in the appropriate place

And we use cushions to cover
Happy glands
In the mild issue of our disgrace

Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum

Well I know I make you cry
And I know sometimes you wanna die
But do you really feel alive without me?
If so, be free
If not, leave him for me
Before one of us has accidental babies
For we are in love

Do you come
Together ever with him?
Is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
Do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?

What about me?
What about me?

–Damien RIce

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late nights and cigarettes, bad memories and crappy feelings, tears and pain, such is life.

Alan Taylor’s blog, The Big Picture, has some fantastic images of the Earth as seen from above. Simply gorgeous!