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Elizabeth Cassidy

Certified Life ,Transition and Intuitive Coach, Writer, Reiki Practitioner

I am a life and Intuitive coach for women who are looking to re-invent their lives or polish up the one the lives they are leading. Branching Out Life Coaching helps people to discover "Creative Solutions for Challenging Times." I also use humor and make offerings to the chocolate goddess if it wi...

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No Sex Please! And Other Things That Didn't Happened This Weekend

So Rev. Ed Young of Someplace, Texas wants all married couples to have sex for a week.  Did he say with each other?  Walter is in upstate NY this week so that  isn’t gonna happen. Did he say with each other? Not that I have anyone else in mind...Daniel  Day Lewis, George Clooney, that sexy  actor from CSI that they killed off on the first show of this season (bad move in my house), Hugh Laurie and any man with an English accent (all his teeth in some shape or form is vital). So it’s not like I have a ridiculously long list. I am not greedy.  But if a man came over to me dressed like the Rev. Ed, I’d have to say that the Righteous Brother is looking for a singing partner.

There was talk of thunderstorms and possible tornadoes. Hello – this is New York. We don’t do tornadoes. Get a damn GPS.

That thingy thing on the clothes dryer sort of snapped. Not sure if we still have a warranty. So duck tape worked. For a while. None of my clothes were hurt in this experiment.

Was going to get a haircut yesterday at a new place with Ruben and Rafael from NYC. Looked outside and decided I should wait. My hair waves big on a non humid day. Yesterday I would have picked up life on Mars.

Doris, one of my cats, has kidney disease. 3 days a week I bring her to the vet to get fluids pumped in her. We can’t do it here anymore. She is too strong. We have kept her going an extra year. She is happy,  has gained some more weight and is a bitch. Takes after her mother. Duncan, my black Siamese cat, drools now.  I am happy to have a black cat again, but I have one who talks all the time. Except when I have to give him his meds in a dropper. Then he throws up on my comforter. I ask him  how he would like it if I did the same thing to him.  He just sits there and drools on my rug. He knows I don’t throw up. In front of them.

I worked on my sample chapter yesterday and today. I gave myself a deadline to the end of this month to complete one chapter. I am pleased with the work I have done. One day I would like to see sarcasm raised to an art form.

I am winding down the day and feeling like I accomplished a lot.  I promised myself that I would be 3 –D  by the end of the weekend. And I think  I am again.  My friend David, figured out how many days till  the next election.  I got so excited, but decided not to talk to him till then. You just can’t go teasing a girl like that. Can he, Rev. Ed Young?