Category Archives: synchronicity


Before I get on to the funny stuff, I need to tell y’all that on Sunday the neighbor used the word “echo”  in a conversation we were having (which I forget, but I was looking at a pile of river rocks when she said it.  Ok, maybe I wasn’t really paying attention.  My bad.)  And then last night Michael, the son, was sitting here and we were talking about movies and he said “echo.”  Maybe the lapse is over and the echoes have started to reverberate once again.  That was a triple redundant sentence, did you catch it catch it catch it?

So the other night after I went to bed,  there was an awesome Moon.  PD knows how much I love awesome Moons and he took some pictures so that I could see it.  He told me they didn’t come out well.  Just a little while ago I was clearing off some random papers from the dining room table when I came across a photograph depicting four shots of what I thought were pictures of the Moon that PD had taken.


Turned out to be pictures of my kidney stone.  (I made it small because they’re gross.)


[Just to get the technical crap out of the way first, No I have not yet passed my kidney stone and I’m seeing a(n?) urologist tomorrow afternoon.]

You all know how I feel about coincidences and synchronicity.  I go through periods of time when I’m all intune with things and all kinds of cool stuff happens.  Other times, not so much.  But when I am in these states of (let’s call it) heightened awareness, a word or an image or a person will keep popping up and there’s no end to the entertainment for me.

(Juju makes fun of me and my coincidences, but when it happens to her, she’s all like, enthused to share it with me…)

Thinking back, this particular “string” started a couple of weeks ago.  I was out with friends and a guy started up a conversation with me.  We had gone to the same high school but at different times.  Sorta.  Actually, when I was in 7th grade, he was a senior (Captain of the Football team, so I did remember him.)  We talked about so many things but the last thing he said to me was that I needed to find a song and listen to the lyrics.  He said it would make me cry.  He was very sure of this and I’m not sure why he wanted me to cry… but the name of the song was Looking For an Echo.  It was about a group of young singers who were trying to “make it” and would look for places to go and sing.  Anyway, I searched for the song deep in the bowels of the iTunes store and when I found it, I also found another song by Maia Sharp (who I had heard of but wasn’t familiar with any of her music.)  I listened to and liked her song Death By Perfection which is on her cd entitled Echo.  I liked it enough that I put it in my shopping cart in iTunes to purchase later.  That was on a Sunday night.  THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON on my way home from work, there was Maia on my radio station singing Death by Perfection.   I nearly drove off the road when realized it was playing.  So the word ECHO has been infiltrating my consciousness about once a day since.  When I was reading the Wiki article the other day when I wrote the about Razorlight,  I noticed that their 2005 Acoustic cd was recorded on the Echo Label.

Hazel was kind enough to lend me Dooce’s book,  It Sucked and Then I Cried. It’s hilarious and heart-warming.  I finished it last night.  But not before reading 2/3rds of the way down page 248 where it said:  “Alone. (ECHO  ECHO  ECHO)”  Really.  Incidentally, I highly recommend this book to anyone who has ever birthed a child or plans to in the future.  Or anyone who loves Heather B. Armstrong aka. Dooce.

I like to think that maybe someone is trying to tell me something through these experiences.  It’s probly nothing but it amuses me.  I once had the same thing happen with “Las Vegas” almost daily for almost 3 entire years.  It started with Shawn Colvin’s recording of Viva Las Vegas.  I was almost to the point of believing that I needed to go there to figure out why the hell it wouldn’t leave me alone.  And someday I will go there, because I have to know.

Alright, enough of this.  I’m falling asleep.  Tell me your most recent or favorite coincidence.


Update: I originally drafted this post on Saturday, July 4th.  On Sunday night I clicked on a link on Twitter.  There’s a guy I read who writes a kind of FYI column for Twitter.  The first sentence read: “There seems to be a wave of suspensions going around Twitter (Twitter) today, and it’s turning quickly into an echo chamber of confusion and frustration.” I’m not shittin’ you.


Another update and I’m totally not shittin’ you.  I’ve recently fallen head over heels in love with the Hoodoo Gurus and have been buying up all their music that I can get my grubby little hands on.  I got my second cd yesterday (Tuesday July 6th).  Listened to it today.  Guess the name of Track #8… In the Echo Chamber.  F*** in’ hey!!!


It’s cold here.  I’m sure it’s worse in lots of other places.  That’s all I have to say on the subject of the weather.

Here at our house, we’re getting ready to celebrate a couple of things.  One of course, is the Birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  It’s important to me to keep this the center of our focus in this busy season.  PD calls it “Silly Season” due to the predominance of crazy things that people tend to do in the name of Christmas.  First and foremost (of those crazy things) being… and how do I say this…  To him it seems that lots of people decide to be nice and cordial and generous when they can’t seem to pull it off any other time during the year.  He has no time for these people and their transparent “good intentions.”  He figures, and I tend to agree with him whole-heartedly, that if they can’t be nice all year long, why pick this time of year to practice?  I swear to you, I work with a woman who only speaks to me in December.  She starts out slow in the first couple weeks with a casual “Hi” here and there.  And then, by geeze, the second week in she’s actually formulating sentences.  And man, oh man, Christmas week she literally oozes with chattiness.  Yes, it is disgusting.  I have discussed this with a couple of co-workers and the consensus seems to be, “Well, yeah, now that you mention it, she does the same with me!”   WTH?

Anyway, that’s all I have to say on the subject of Christmas Dorothy her.


The other celebration is that of the grandson, Julian’s, birthday.  Which not only falls on the same day as Jesus’,  but 1OO years to the day that my Grandfather (God rest his soul) was born.  (If that isn’t enough of a coolincidence, my cousin has a granddaughter who was born on the 100th anniversary of the birth of our Grandmother.  I kid you not.)

This Christmas Julian will be nine years old and he is the most awesome, interesting, handsome, articulate and talented 8-year-old that I know.  Heaven knows what another year will add to that!

So let’s wish a very Happy Birthday to Jesus and Julian.  🙂

My apologies to Jesus, as I do not have a current photo to share.


So the other day I was walking around the yard with my camera, taking pictures of my tulips. The orange and yellow ones, at least. I thought a nice Spring flower picture would cheer up the look of the old blog.  Well, of course I never got around to getting the pictures out of the camera.
But here’s when things took a turn for the weird. It was the day I posted my horoscope. That seems to be the day-or the first time that I noticed- that WordPress started listing “possibly related posts” at the end of a post. When I saw it, and it wasn’t even on the main page, it was on my dashboard. I clicked on this link. What I saw there was a Pisces horoscope and I was thinking it took me to my own page and my own horoscope. Imagine my surprise when I saw my tulips that I’d only been thinking about uploading. I was like Holy Crap, WordPress is magic! My brain went inside out before I realized that there was another blog out there (Hi Lawgirl!) with a Pisces horoscope and yellow and orange tulips. I guess, though, that you would have had to have spent some time inside my head to fully grasp the freak factor when I saw that page.  And yes, of course I noticed that Lawgirl’s  tulips are sharper and clearer than mine.  Shut up.


I just found out that all of my categories are not listed in my Category Cloud. I promptly went on my Dashboard and went into my Widgets under the Presentation heading and selected 40 categories to be listed instead of the 30 that was shown in the box. I clicked on Save Changes. That seemed simple enough to me. Yeah, right. Well, I’m still seeing only 29 or 30 categories listed in the box. I guess though, that it’s not inconceivable that when I come on here tomorrow 50 or so will be showing there.

Just another in a long, long line of my daily challenges. If you’re new here, you may have noticed that I don’t publish pictures on my blog. Why? Oh, I dunno. Maybe because I’ve tried only about a zillion times and can’t quite pull it off.

And this is weird: Down at the bottom of my sidebar in the box headed Top Clicks, under the listings, I noticed a hyphen. Hmmn. When I clicked on it, up popped a cropped version of a picture of myself holding Raggy’s Maybe Some Day CD that he’d sent me. (Autographed of course, and one of my most treasured pieces of music) How that picture got there is completely beyond my comprehension. When I tried to upload it for the post I’d written about it, I couldn’t do it.

I’m surprised that I even get my posts up most days…

Any advice would be appreciated. Otherwise, we’ll go on as before. It’s good enough for me.

Oh yeah, and as soon as I get permission from the other involved parties, I have a coincidence to share with you. JuJu will be thrilled, as usual…


* Otherwise known as “The Story of My Life


My daughter, (referred to here most oftenly as) JuJu, rolls her eyes at my fascination with coincidences. I experience them on an uncannily frequent basis and while I don’t share every single one, I do tend to gush over the truly freaky ones. Freaky in my opinion, anyway.

Well, it just so happens that I experienced one just this morning that I’m not only going to share with Ju but all ‘a you too. Hold on to your knickers, I’m tellin’ ya…

Yesterday on the way to the mall, PD informed me that we needed to stop at the auto parts store to purchase oil for my car, as he was planning to change the oil in my car today. We went through the same conversation as usual when I volunteer to pay to have it done and he recites all the reasons that it’s cheaper for him to do it for me.

So we stopped and as it turned out (don’t quote me on this…) he wanted 30 grade oil and they only had 20- and 40 grade oil in stock. So he bought the 20 grade. I asked if that was acceptable, considering the requirements of the warranty on my car. He started to explain that the higher grade oils are thicker and the 40 grade might be too thick and cause problems. I interrupted (my bad) and said “So it would be better to use a runnier oil than a thicker oil?” to which he replied in an assentive manner. The conversation continued but that is all, dear reader, that you need to know to grasp the magnitude of my coincidence.

So this morning I’m reading my daily blog list and I come across an interesting post that suggested I visit a site that will conjure up a list of anagrams for my name. Hmmm, that sounds fun. So I go here. And I type in my name and this is what comes up. Let your eyes feast themselves on the seventh anagram.

Don’t even tell me the hairs on your arms aren’t doing that funny little dance number.

Which Classic Dame am I?

Your Score: Katharine Hepburn

You scored 16% grit, 28% wit, 38% flair, and 28% class!

You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.

Click here to take the test, ladies.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you’d make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

free online dating free online dating
You scored higher than 26% on grit
free online dating free online dating
You scored higher than 65% on wit
free online dating free online dating
You scored higher than 40% on flair
free online dating free online dating
You scored higher than 42% on class

function drawPercentileBox(score,varname) { var WIDTH=150; if (score > 99) score=99; if (score WIDTH-1) w1=WIDTH-1; var w2 = WIDTH-w1; var res=’

‘ + ‘

free online dating free online dating

‘ + ‘

You scored higher than ‘+score+’% on ‘ + varname + ‘

Please excuse all this html crap, I was afraid to touch it.  Ha.


*Piglet, I had to post this, otherwise I didn’t think you’d believe it.  I’m tellin’ ya…


I’m having a rather pissy time with the clock thing here at wordpress.  All I get done doing is editing the timestamp and counting up or down from twelve, depending on whether or not it’s before or after noon. Me + Numbers = 😛    Also can’t get tunes on my sidebar.  Grrrrr.

This is my week for coincidences.  They just keep coming. I love that, makes life really interesting.  And takes your mind off the weather for a bit.  I haven’t got time to elaborate on the former and have no desire to elaborate on the latter.

I was so looking forward to watching the full lunar eclipse (yes, a normal blogger would insert a link here) the other evening.  Damn if it wasn’t too cloudy here.  I did talk to someone who saw it.  Sounded very cool.

I thought I had something interesting to say.  I was wrong.  Somebody slap me.