I just looked at the clock and it says 17:17. That might not sound very interesting, and perhaps not. But I constantly looking at the clock, by coincidence it would seem, when the numbers on each side of the : are dupicated or mirrored. Most commonly, 11:11. I must look at the clock at least 5 times a week at 11:11.

Some people might just say, huh. So?

Well, apparently that means something. According to this website:

These 11:11 Wake-Up Calls on your digital clocks, mobile phones, VCR’s and microwaves are the “trademark” prompts of a group of just 1,111 fun-loving Spirit Guardians, or Angels. Once they have your attention, they will use other digits, like 12:34, or 2:22 to remind you of their presence. Invisible to our eyes, they are very real.

You might just say, well, they’re crazy, obviously– since when do microwaves announce the arrival of jovial spirits? But then I saw this:

I started seeing 11:11 on clocks, receipts, bank clocks, EVERYWHERE about 7 years ago. Here is what I’ve learned since then. 11:11 is a wake-up call for lightworkers. Lightworkers are people who signed up for a “green beret” type of mission when they were on the spirit plane ( before being incarnated on Earth). What the mission is, in short, is to hold as much Light as possible, as strongly as possible, on this planet. This twenty year period (starting on January 11, 1991) will see matter holding more light than it has ever held before. The vibration on this planet has dropped to a very, very low frequency. That is why it is so difficult to remember our origin, remember that we are all connected, remember who we really are. This is often referred to as the Fall. This mission is very important and very difficult. As I see people around me go through so much, I understand why some go back home. It’s intense here right now.

I know, right? Are you thinking what I am? I bet you are.

Apparently there are many schools of thoughts about people who see 11:11 frequently (such as myself). We are not just fun loving spiritual guardians and lightworkers, as the two websites above point out, but we are midwayers, have access to special portals, have some type of a positive mission to accomplish, own the key to unlock the subconscious mind, and are related to some kind of crytic message on the dollar bill. Yes. I bet you didn’t know I was so powerful, did you?

Next Stop: Sanitation Station

Some people are afraid of germs.

These are the ones who carry anti-bacterial lotion in their pockets, won’t touch a thing in the bathroom and are often seen wiping off their phones with little alcohol pads in the morning. These people typically get worse when they travel. I am not this way. Germs don’t really scare me. I’ll drink out of your glass, sit my ass down on a public toilet as long as it looks dribble free (yes, sorry it’s true), and will happily take a bite off your plate with your fork, as long as you permit me to and your dish looks tasty and there is no dairy in it. The only thing I am really wary of is street food, although I have more than a few friends who swear by their love of various kinds of meat-like products grilled up for you in almost any city street. But I digress.

I realize that not everyone is as carefree as I am. People, some of you have taken your germ conciousness too far.

For example, if you were to pick up this month’s issue of Budget Traveler and turn to page 41, you would see a write up on the following travel accessories:

1) An airplane seat “SeatWrap” ($6.85 – $9.85). This is actually a cover for your airline chair. It comes in seat-back only, or full on chair.

SeatWrap protects you and your clothing from unsanitary airplane seats. Ultra-compact SeatWrap is made of lightweight polypropylene with an anti-microbial coating. It secures to your airplane seat with elastic to put a layer of sanitary fabric between you and germs. Standard size covers the seat back.

It makes me think, what are other travelers doing in their plane seats to make them so unsanitary to begin with? Now if people were sitting their bare asses on them, that would be one thing. But come on.

2) PlaneWrap Feet Wrap ($9.85):

These are little paper slippers to put on so that your feet don’t touch the ground after you take your shoes off to go through the X-Ray in security.

“Take your shoes off. Move along, please.” Mandatory shoe removal at airport security shouldn’t expose your feet (and the inside of your shoes) to dirt, germs or fungi. Just place your shoes in a security tub, and slip into a pair of disposable Feetwrap™ to get the personal protection you’ll need. After you pass inspection, move away from the security area, dispose of Feetwrap, and slip back into your shoes. Great for use in hotels, too! 10 pairs per order.

The “personal protection you’ll need”? One word, people: SOCKS.

3) The Travel Washjet ($133):

This is too much.

From the office to the airplane, you can enjoy the luxury of warm water cleansing at the push of a button.

Yes, this is a portable travel-sized bidet. Can you believe it? I mean, Can You Believe It?? There is even a short streaming (no pun intended) video on the site showing how one can use it, which I highly recommend for you to watch. The Washjet conveniently comes in pink or blue. Great to have in your suitcase just in case you feel the need to rinse your butt.

Look how pretty it is!

4) This wasn’t in the article, but I found it during my search for this posting and had to share it. Have a look:
Restop 1 and 2 are the world’s most portable toilets. Great insurance for those “can’t wait” emergencies, their biodegradable blend of polymers breaks down waste in its sturdy zip top bag and turns it into a gel. Restop 1 (for urine) is splash- proof and spill-resistant. Safe to dispose of in any trash container. Includes instructions, tissues and antiseptic wipes. Four per order.

In case you were wondering, Restop 1 is for when you have to go “#1”. And Restop 2 is for when you have to go #2. Clever, huh? They thoughtfully include TP and instructions in the bag. Actually, that might come in handy. Especially if I decide to venture into the very scary world of street foods.

Finally, aren’t there things you just don’t want to know about? Sometimes ignorance really is bliss. You will not find this little item on my Christmas list this year, that’s for sure:

What is this, you ask? They call it “The Hotel Room Inspector“:

Has your hotel room really been “sanitized for your protection?” Just darken the room and flip the switch on the Hotel Room Inspector to find out. This lightweight device uses ultra-violet light to detect contamination on bed and bath linens, carpets, countertops, toilet seats, or anywhere. Also includes a handy built-in flashlight. Takes four AA batteries. Measures 6½ x 2 x 1”. (3 oz)

Ew. Thanks, but no thanks.

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Joining the Super Highway

I did it! I did it!

I bought a new computer! After months of agonizing over the state of my laptop, I have a brand new Dell Ispiron 6000. This is very exciting.

My old laptop had bad karma to begin with, although I felt fortunate to have it. I received it as a parting gift when my last relationship ended. I got a laptop, he got a comforter. Fair trade, I think. There was a small electrical problem that was hardly noticable at the time, which of course grew like rampant mold until I had to hold the power cord into the computer or else it would shut down. It is hard to get any work done with one hand dedicated to holding the power cord still. It got a little better when I figured out I could temporarily solve the problem if I stuck a hairpin into the power slot along with the cord. No, Mom, I am sure that isn’t dangerous at all!

Then a deal was announced this month for dell computers with my corporate discount. And it was just too good to pass over. So finally, I did it! And it arrived yesterday! I am so gleeful, I am like a 5 year girl old getting a cabbage patch kid circa 1985.

It is sleek and silver and beautiful. I need to think of a name for her. Of course it is female. I know she will get along just fine with my Ipod, Buttercup.

See, look how pretty she is! Now I have no excuse not to blog at every opportunity. Since she is wireless, I can blog from just about anywhere! The possibilities are truly endless.

Glad Tidings

Nothing says Merry Christmas Y’all quite like this…

Well, thankfully, the whole evening didn’t quite go that way.

Last night the gang came over to help me decorate my christmas tree, which Vic had helped me pick out the previous afternoon. I fell in love with the tree the moment the treeman told me it was an orphan and needed a home. Good sales trick. I have never had my own Christmas tree before; there was always a reason not to– traveling, space, time, and the idea of decorating a tree by myself was just too depressing. I could not have been happier to welcome friends and family to my home to help me make this a memorable first tree.

My weekend was mostly a flutter of activity preparing for the arrival of guests into my home. I am not the neatest of people and it gave me an excuse to go through lots of stuff, throw things out and really clean* the place up. I was delighted when I woke up Sunday morning to a snow covered Boston, it only heightened my holiday cheer.

It was so good to see friends I hadn’t seen in ages, particularly Jody (my former downstairs neighbor) and Yolita (a great friend from my childhood). I hadn’t seen either lovely lady in a year or more. Surprisingly, my sister was in town, and her boyfriend came by later. And then of course you will recognize many of the other cast of characters in attendance, Ashlee, Ann, Dabney, Seth, Carmen, Kumeran, Vic, Chris, and Kevin. I don’t host people often at my house, which is strange since I love having people over. I like to feed people and provide them with strong cocktails of many varieties and then photograph the consequences. I think it’s the italian in me that likes to take care of people.

Here is a story in pictures of the evening:

You can see the complete set here.
*Well, mostly. Don’t look under the bed.

I’ve got a fever…

I know it’s getting cliche`. Wait. It probably already is. You know how behind the times I am. But I don’t care. I just cannot get enough of Will Farrell and the cowbell skit on SNL. I could watch it 15 times in a row and not get tired of it. That hairy belly, the intensity, Christopher Walken. It’s a classic.

Click on the picture to see a video of the skit in case somehow you’ve missed it.

Happy Friday, y’all.