What did I just have for lunch? I’ll tell you: it was the end of a bag of Veggie Booty, a small container of quinoa salad from Cantwell’s, and 1/3 of a Debbie’s brownie accompanied by some Yogi Tea or other that Jackson chose last time we were at Whole Foods. It’s the sort of no-effort lunch that I excel at. My husband, on the other hand, came home at noon and cooked. Since lately we discovered something in his astrological chart that explains his drive toward culinary achievement, I don’t feel quite so lax in comparison. Well, yes, I do, actually, but I can blame my indolence on the lack of Virgo in my astrology!
I had my chart done a couple of weeks ago. I’d always felt sort of idly interested in what my planetary aspects were, but never enough to shell out 100+ bucks. But somehow, this felt like the time. (I heeded the mysterious call of the stars!) I contacted someone I found through the Internet who appeared to be extremely reputable, and we set up a time for a phone call. That time turned out to be 11/11 at 11 a.m. I’m not weird about numbers, but hey! That’s a lot of elevens.
It turned out to be one of the most empowering 75-minute conversations I’ve had in quite some time, or maybe ever. It wasn’t so much that she told me anything I didn’t already know about myself, but she let me see that parts of myself I’d been dismissing or shoving down were really just asking to be integrated with the parts I was comfortable with. I suppose any shrink could tell you that, but it was one of those times where the right person says the right thing and the information finally clicks. Be whole!
I don’t see the point in telling you the rest (except for that Saturn’s letting me go after 30 years of breathing down my neck! And a shout out to the 11° Libra sisterhood!). In the meantime, I would like to bring it back around to lunch and recommend my friend Chris’s new blog! He’s a good cook and a good egg who recently adopted a dog named Jackson, so how can I not invite you to go over and say hello? (Warning: there may be Virgo in his chart as well.)



















Hippie. x
Get a job!
xoxo
Patchouli!
Gesundheit
Perfect!
Would love to hear who you used. I could use some hippie patchouli up in here!
Me too
And, so it is done. November ends with the stars aligning.
If Saturn bothers you anymore, let me know and I’ll kick its ass.
NamMyohoRengeKyoBloPoMo
ahhhhhhh thanks for reminding my why i come here now and again.
OMG don’t you remember the great Veggie Booty scare of 2008? Or whenever it was?
Oh, 2007: http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN2929291520070629
I’ve often had the urge to shell out $100 just to have someone tell me…something that would make sense of this crazy life. Planetary aspects, you name it. So I’m glad you got your money’s worth!
I do NOT remember that scare, my local Booty retailers must have quietly pulled the product before we got our hands on any tainted goods. Was that the summer of poisonous spinach? I may go back to eating freeze-dried astronaut sticks if that happens again.
I don’t remember the tainted booty scare either, but very much enjoyed writing the phrase. What I do remember is that Weight Watchers used to calculate the entire bag as a measly four points because the Booty people were (intentionally or not) printing wrong information on them. They fixed the info, the bags were then 16 points, and I never tasted Booty again.