The old man with the pipe

•November 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I bought a dress for an event I’m not going to attend

I keep waiting for someone who didn’t say he was coming

I keep peeling so someone else can suck

Keep sharpening but never sharp

I keep wanting, but I’m not able to

Five years with the ghost of you

You with without.

By tuttysan © 2009

Fabulous body work classes

•October 19, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Two Fabulous Half-Day Classes,

Sunday, November 8th in San Rafael, CA

with Techtuitive Bodywork Maestro Niles Szwed

Wrist & Hand Self-Care Class: Are you at risk from carpal tunnel syndrome, tendonitis or repetitive stress injuries?  This class is for bodyworkers, office workers, computer geeks, and anyone else who wants to insure pain-free longevity of your hands while you work … Just say no to tendonitis! (morning session)

Also, for bodyworkers and bodywork afficionados…

Secrets of Amazing Neck Work: Good work is common, but great work is rare, especially in this sensitive & complex region of the body.  Learn to deliver the most with the least effort.  Keep your clients coming back for more!

(afternoon session)

Register Now! $75/ half day, or $150/ whole day.  Discounts available. Credit Cards Accepted. Learn more at WWW.RADIANTUITIVE.COM

Niles Szwed/ Techtuitive Bodywork Seminars, 707-782-0428

” Niles Szwed is both a fantastic bodyworker as well as a competent teacher…  His extremely calm demeanor and… steady pace allowed for all students to feel at ease and progress as a group.  He would gently coach each student according to their needs… so that everyone was always learning.

“One thing that stood out about Niles ‘ teaching was the relevance of the material…  He was open about sharing many “tricks of the trade” that come only from experience.

“…Niles Szwed is a genuinely caring human being, truly one of the best masseurs that I know ( …and I am very picky!)…”

Hylah Egeland, former instructor,  World School of Massage & Advanced Healing Arts

Between the ears

•August 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

The silence is deafening;  the pause, lasting

thoughts starving in a fruitless brain, exhausted

dragging toward each other

only to die before coherence can find them.

There’s nothing to say, no tears to shed

no one to blame, nothing to regret

Owning, and knowing in dreadful peace

exactly where you are supposed to be

with whom you’re supposed to be

doing what you should be

your life made by design, of your own

no reason to weep, no fingers to point

but to self.

Crickets in the night, and the mute silence of nothing but a keyboard.

By tuttysan © 2009

Ok I’m changing careers

•July 10, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I made this prediction way before this psychic came out! :P

Psychics see magic in Michael Jackson’s life – CNN.com

Unlike other souls that stay in the nonphysical realm anywhere from 70 to 150 years, he said, he believes the singer’s soul will return quickly — within the next 20 years — because Jackson was such a perfectionist that he will want to “pick up where he left off.”

Of weeds and Michael

•July 1, 2009 • 1 Comment

After five months of having family over, my husband and I are finally alone with our newborn daughter. You would think I’d be exclusively preoccupied with her care, but instead, I find myself worrying about other rather mundane things, namely:

Michael: Why? Why? Why did he have to die so young without getting a chance to come back and offer more of his music, maybe heal his tormented soul a bit? I find myself so saddened by Michael’s death it feels as though I lost a loved one… and I was never really that big a fan. Not that  you had to be one to know a lot of his songs, love his videos and be completely mind-blown by his performing ability. He was simply a god on stage… and then there’s Michael the man who regressed into a little boy’s psyche, was reclusive, scared and vulnerable. His life was both glory and tragedy. The tragedy, not only of his early death, but of his loneliness, sadness and his inability to heal his spirit. A phrase I heard long time ago comes to mind that there is no chemical answer to a spiritual problem. When you have everything Michael accomplished at such an early age, you need to be spiritually grounded or else. Else is what happened to Michael. That beautiful spirit that was able to transport one and elevate one with his music succumbed to the reality of human fragility. I keep thinking this is just wrong. His story. Something doesn’t make sense. A crazy thought crosses my mind that Michael will come back. He’s got to reincarnate as a new person. He needs to come back and do it right this time. Do right by himself. He deserved much more than what he gave himself. He deserved peace, love, happiness… and we deserve another entertainer of his extraordinary caliber, in our lifetime. Oh, and could his father please stop using Michael’s death as a way to promote his ventures? The nerve!

On a lighter note – or maybe I shouldn’t speak so soon – today we found out that we’ve been nursing some monster weeds until they’ve become four-feet giants, all the while believing they were echinaceas. Hehe… those suckers got so big, I thought they were going to eat me. Landscaping our own home is fun. :)

My sister’s keeper

•June 12, 2009 • Leave a Comment

The latest brain candy I picked up turned out to be a tragedy. It’s not that I was expecting a happy ending per se, but that I never saw the final twist coming. The character development in this novel is quite good, with the caveat that several characters get to narrate their side of the story… as it happens, forcing the reader to look at all the different perspectives within the plot.  Since I only developed a like for a couple of characters, sympathizing with others was particularly challenging. I also found that the vocabulary attributed to the young characters was a bit too sharp… more appropriate for an adult… or maybe I just haven’t hung around many 13-year olds lately. The book’s a page turner, dealing with moral vs. fair issues, stem cell research/health, family, motherhood and sisterhood. There’s a movie out about it. Alec Baldwin’s in it!

Next, I think I’ll hit the latest  Stephanie Plum for a few laughs. This last book was heavy!

Entonces debo matarla con cariño?

•May 29, 2009 • Leave a Comment

La siguiente historia la encontré en un blog. No es precisamente lo que andaba buscando, pero me dió oportunidad para reflexionar… aún así, se aceptan sugerencias. :P

Oportunidad – Cómo envenenar a su suegra?

Hace mucho tiempo, una joven China llamada Li se casó y fue a vivir con el marido y la suegra. Después de algunos días, no se entendía con ella. Sus personalidades eran muy diferentes y Li fue irritándose con los hábitos de la suegra, que frecuentemente la criticaba. Los meses pasaron y Lee y su suegra cada vez discutían más y peleaban.

De acuerdo con una antigua tradición china, la nuera tiene que cuidar a la suegra y obedecerla en todo. Lee, no soportando más vivir con la suegra, decidió tomar una decisión y visitar a un amigo de su padre.

Después de oírla, él tomó un paquete de hierbas y le dijo: “No deberás usarlas de una sola vez para liberarte de tu suegra, porque ello causaría sospechas.Deberes darle varias hierbas que irán lentamente envenenando a tu suegra. Cada dos días pondrás un poco de estas hierbas en su comida. Ahora, para tener certeza de que cuando ella muera nadie sospechará de ti, deberás tener mucho cuidado y actuar de manera muy amigable. No discutas, ayúdala a resolver sus problemas. Recuerda, tienes que escucharme y seguir todas mis instrucciones”. Lee respondió: “Si, Sr. Huang, haré todo lo que el señor me pida”.

Lee quedó muy contenta, agradeció al Sr. Huang, y volvió muy apurada para comenzar el proyecto de asesinar a su suegra. Pasaron las semanas y cada dos días, Lee servía una comida especialmente
tratada a su suegra. Siempre recordaba lo que el Sr. Huang le había recomendado sobre evitar sospechas, y así controló su temperamento, obedecía a la suegra y la trataba como si fuese su propia madre.

Después de seis meses, la casa entera estaba completamente cambiada. Lee había controlado su temperamento y casi nunca aborrecía a su suegra. En esos meses, no había tenido ni una discusión con ella, que ahora parecía mucho más amable y mas fácil de lidiar con ella. Las actitudes de la suegra también cambiaron y ambas pasaron a tratarse como madre e hija.

Un día Lee fue nuevamente en procura del Sr. Huang, para pedirle ayuda y le dijo: “Querido Sr. Huang, por favor ayúdeme a evitar que el veneno mate a mi suegra. Ella se ha transformado en una mujer agradable y la amo como si fuese mi madre. No quiero que ella muera por causa del veneno que le di”.

El Sr. Huang sonrió y señaló con la cabeza: “Sra. Lee, no tiene por que preocuparse. Su suegra no ha cambiado, la que cambió fue usted. Las hierbas que le di, eran vitaminas para mejorar su salud. El veneno estaba en su mente, en su actitud, pero fue echado fuera y sustituido por el amor que pasaste a darle a ella”.

En la China existe un adagio que dice: “La persona que ama a los otros, también será amada”.
La mayor parte de las veces recibiremos de las otras personas lo que les damos y por eso ten cuidado !!!

Acuérdate siempre: “El plantar es opcional, pero la cosecha es obligatoria, por eso ten cuidado con lo que plantas”.

All I can say is… QUE DURO!

Prayer for an Angel

•May 25, 2009 • 1 Comment

The ones you took for granted

who now you view from afar

with tears in your eyes

regretting what you destroyed

the gifts you pissed away

the talent you wasted.

And you look from afar

feeling undeserving

of the love that was once yours

of the ones you fooled

the ones you mistreated

thinking you never really needed them.

You had it all

and you pissed it away.

You had them all

and you pushed them away.

You wanted all

Now you’re wasting away.

A prayer for you, Angel.

That I cry thinking you’ve cried

that your hurt is my hurt

that I believe in second chances.

A prayer for you,

that you deserve to experience love, health, peace.

That you deserve to regain

what you once had

Grateful, this time,

Careful, this time.

Life believes in second chances,

you just need to ask.

By tuttysan © 2009

Chinese Soy Sauce Fish

•May 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

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My mother in law has been making this dish for us utilizing different fish and I just love it every single time. Couldn’t believe it was that simple. Here’s the recipe. Serves 4:

You’ll need:

  • Two fresh, gutted, scaled and dried whole fish, cut into sizable pieces. We have used trout and red snapper very successfully. Any big fish will do, i.e. halibut or sea bass. A 1 lb. fish serves two.
  • Cooking oil
  • Ginger -  a tablespoon, minced
  • Garlic – a tablespoon, minced
  • Green onions – chopped
  • Cooking wine – 1/4 cup
  • Brown sugar – one tea spoon
  • Light soy sauce – three tablespoons
  • Salt to taste

Optional ingredients:

  • Hot or black pepper
  • Cilantro
  • Anise seed – a few stars

Preparation:

On a big frying pan or wok, fry fish on both sides at high temperature until golden brown. Take out. Place the chopped green onion, fresh  ginger and minced garlic in the pan with oil, water and sugar. Add soy sauce and salt to taste. Place fish back in the pan and simmer until excess water evaporates and the fish is thoroughly cooked inside (about 10-12 minutes). The juice left will be thick and full of flavor. Serve fish on deep serving plate, pouring the sauce on top and on the sides. Great with white rice and vegetables.

The optional ingredients can be added just before serving for an extra kick or as a garnish.

Tip: do not use defrosted fish for this dish, as it may not hold together while being fried/simmered.

Enjoy!

A mother’s cold dinner

•May 10, 2009 • Leave a Comment

When my mother came to care for me after labor, she wouldn’t stop giving unsolicited motherly advice. She made sure to tell me what her mother told her, that “a mother’s job never ends, she eats when she’s no longer hungry, she sleeps when she’s no longer sleepy… a mother’s life is one of patience and sacrifice.” I heard as I rolled my eyes during my first week of recovery,  refusing to let go of my life as I knew it and crying in the shower with hormonal disappointment, confusion and fear. Why would anyone do this I wondered? Why give up your life. I even wrote about my struggles trying to get sleep while my baby was awake. Insanity. And suddenly it hit me. I stopped needing so much sleep to function. I started forgetting to take my sleepers off when going to the market… and laughing about it. I started accepting all the help I could get because those showers are precious and I began loving every minute of motherhood.

Now, as I finish the cold dinner I started to eat two hours ago, I think of my mother and how characteristically right she was. I sit here with a cold bite and a warm heart. Happy mother’s day to all you moms. I am blessed with a great mom and am thankful for the privilege of calling myself one.