New Delhi Palace, Pasadena

My most recent restaurant review…

http://www.examiner.com/restaurant-in-los-angeles/the-new-delhi-palace-a-family-owned-restaurant-serving-pasadenans-for-20-years-review

Word for the day…climbing without safety equipment

I cannot remember where I picked up this word, but it sounds like one thing and means another….

scansion (noun)

the metrical analysis of verse. The usual marks for scansion are ˘ for a short or unaccented syllable, ¯ or  for a long or accented syllable, ^ for a rest, | for a foot division, and ‖ for a caesura or pause.

Etymology:
1645–55; Late Latin scānsiōn- (stem of scānsiō), Latin: a climbing, equivalent to scāns (us) (past participle of scandere to climb) + -iōn

Source cited: “scansion.” Dictionary.com Unabridged. Random House, Inc. 28 Feb. 2012. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/scansion

Energetically, Diane Tegarden
“How to Escape a Bad Marriage-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women”;
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Scrying…a look into the future

If you’d really like to “see into the future”, try this method. You can do it at home and it doesn’t cost that much.

Have a quiet time and place set aside where you won’t be disturbed. Create a quiet, meditative environment. Set out a candle in the middle of a small table and compose yourself to relax (this may be the hardest part).

You can have on soft music, but hopefully it won’t have words, or your mind will start sending you thousand of annoying, distracting messages again.

Start with a few deep calming breaths, but not too many, the idea isn’t to become light headed, but clear headed.

Next, clear your mind of mundane thoughts and simply look at the candle flames, trying to quiet the incessant mental chatter. Once you can quiet your mind, just sit for a few minutes, allowing your mind to wander in a serene calm, and see what comes to your mind naturally.

This is a kind of meditation, part future seeing (scrying) and partly just to help you gather calm energy for the day ahead. If the candle technique doesn’t work at first, give it time to become part of your weekly routine and you may be surprised what eventually happens.

Alternately, you can use a bowl filled with water, or a mirror as the scrying surface.

Energetically, Diane Tegarden
“How to Escape a Bad Marriage-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women”;
“Light Through Shuttered Window”; “Anti-Vigilante and The Rips in Time” at BarnesandNoble.com, Amazon.com, firewalkerpublications.com

Adorable kitten playing with a remote controlled mouse…

Here’s my favorite animal video for the week. I wish I had one of these mice so Ivan could play with it!
http://pettube.com/Kitten%20afraid%20of%20remote%20control%20mouse

Friday Funnies- Marriage in Heaven

On their way to get married, a young Catholic couple was involved in a fatal car accident. The couple found themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to process them into Heaven.

While waiting, they began to wonder: could they possibly get married in Heaven? When St. Peter arrived they asked him if they could get married in Heaven.

“I don’t know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out,” St. Peter replied and left.

The couple sat and waited for an answer, two months passed. While they waited, they discussed the pros and cons.

They wondered; Should they get married, what with the eternal aspect of it all? What if it didn’t work out? Would they be stuck in Heaven together forever?

Another month passed.

St. Peter finally returned looking somewhat bedraggled.

“Yes,” he informed the couple, “you can get married in Heaven.”

“Great!” they chorused. “But we were just wondering; what if things don’t work out? Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?”

St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slammed his clipboard to the ground.

“What’s wrong?” asked the frightened couple.

“OH, COME ON!!!” St. Peter shouted. “It took me 3 months to find a priest up here! Do you have ANY idea how long it’ll take to find a lawyer?”

Almost snuffed out by speeding driver…

Tuesday I had lunch at the New Delhi Restaurant in Pasadena, met a new friend, had great food, an uplifting convo and was full of happy energy by the end of lunch. After lunch I wanted to go check out a new foot massager I’d heard about and didn’t know exactly where the store was, but had vague directions, so went off in search of the store location.

Driving cautiously westbound along Union Street, I was slowing down to turn left and saw a car speeding through the intersection against the red light. I slammed on my brakes, my car skidding to the left in the effort to stop, as the white sedan crossed right in front of me. I stopped a scant few inches away from its side as it flashed by.

My heart was thudding so hard against my breastbone that it hurt to breathe. Thank Goddess there wasn’t a car behind me, or it would have smashed into the back of my car pushing me right into the sedan’s pathway.

Without consciously thinking about it I started repeating “thank you Goddess, thank you Goddess” over and over again. I decided to go straight home, not wanting to brave more traffic and crazies for the moment.

I guess it just wasn’t my time to “clock out”, so to speak, because if I had been going a little bit faster, or if a car had been behind me and pushed me even a foot further into the path of that speeding car, I might have been seriously injured, if not killed outright.

Greet the day!!

It’s coming…IT’S COMING….

Dear Wordmeisters, Wordsmiths and Word Wranglers:

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Even in the year 2012, most women are overshadowed by the men in their fields of expertise and I try to shine some light on these virtual unknowns in my blog.

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Phrase for the Week…a bird in the hand

It’s entertaining to find out how some of these common phrases have come into being. For example: “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”, means that it’s better to have a lesser but certain advantage than the possibility of a greater one that may come to nothing.

According to the “phrase a week” website, this proverb refers back to medieval falconry where a bird in the hand (the falcon) was a valuable asset and certainly worth more than two in the bush (the prey).

The first citation of the expression in print in its currently used form is found in John Ray’s “A Hand-book of Proverbs” (1670), in which he lists it as:

A [also 'one'] bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

For more insight, read the entire entry at: http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/a-bird-in-the-hand.html

Energetically, Diane Tegarden

Sail Away with me…Regatta by Diane Tegarden

Regatta
06/04/10
by Diane Tegarden

After the third elimination trials,
the rebuffed regatta contestants gathered on the shores
of Lake BetterNextTime to watch the finalists,
while sunning and sipping brews.

Author’s note:
A regatta is a term used to describe either a boat race, or series of boat races. Although the term typically describes racing events of non-powered water craft, some powerboat race series are also called regattas

Energetically, Diane Tegarden
“How to Escape a Bad Marriage-A Self Help Divorce Book for Women”;
“Light Through Shuttered Window”; “Anti-Vigilante and The Rips in Time” at
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Agonizing over the plight of being a Wordmeister…word usage and abusage

ARRRGGHHHHH!

The other day Wade pulled up to a gas station (the truck was on empty), and I sat silently grinding my teeth. Busy pumping gas, he didn’t notice until he got back in the truck that something was bothering me.

“OK, what is it?” he looked around wondering what on Earth could have gotten me so disturbed.

“Those signs,” I moaned “doesn’t anyone have a dictionary in this wretched place?”

“What signs? What are you talking about now?” He looked around the gas station and couldn’t find anything wrong.

I pointed, finger shaking in indignation, at a column with wording that instructed drivers to “Move forword to the front pump”.

“OK, what’s wrong with the sign?” he sighed, not understanding how a simple instruction could get me upset.

“First of all, there’s no such word as ‘forword’. If they mean the direction, it’s spelled ‘forward’, if it’s in the beginning of a book, they mean ‘foreword’.”

“So what? No one knows the difference.” Then he looked at me, and amended “Ok, not that many people would know the difference, or even care!”

Breathing a deep sigh of disgust, I realize he’s right. I guess it’s the agonizing plight of being a Wordmeister…