Dog dancing merengue

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Glad #posterous let's me share this stuff so easily. TY @1capplegate ! Funny stuff!!!

Recently....

..., as in today, I tried something new. It's called guacamole. No, wait, I ate that. I tried something called posterous. It should be interesting to see how it works, since I'm somewhat (as in a LOT) techie, new stuff, web stuff, lot's of stuff challenged. I think it's going to post everywhere on the web, to everyone's site, on everyone's page, and to each and every status update on the planet. This must be the same high megalomaniacs crave.... ;D

EVP's

Q: How often does a ghost tell you his/her name?
A: For me, it's occasionally... but never where someone else could hear it, too. Nor where it was recorded. Until Episode 15 of The Other Side Speaks!

So, here's a clip of the EVP from the show. You'll hear it as it was recorded during the reading, then you'll hear it again, alone, where I isolated at the end of the recording.



Let me know what you think!

Peace, love and light,
LaSal

Dressing Room Fiasco

I had a great time with my cousins yesterday. Went shopping and we tried on about 700 dresses. Each. Then, on our third dressing room visit, there was the 'man in the dressing room' fiasco. He had on woman's shoes, but if you heard him talk, you KNEW it was a man! Store personnel and security people gathered in an ever growing mob at the dressing room entrance, hyper-vigilant, ready to investigate, all wearing their little secret service ear piece-w/mic attachments. They whispered urgently into their mics and moments later store bouncer 'BIG' Bobby came thundering down the isle, making all the home accessories bounce along the shelves. We were grilled with ferocious seriousness as to whether we 'saw with our own eyeballs' this man, or just heard him. Tension mounted, people crowded in closer. Everyone waited indignantly to stare accusingly at this cheeky man as he came out of the dressing room. How DARE HE!!! Finally, he emerged, carrying his try-on garments in front of him. He looked around at the crowd innocently. We all backed off a little sheepishly when 'he' turned out to be lovely little elderly woman, then collectively blinked when she opened her mouth and that deep, masculine sounding voice said, 'It's cute, but doesn't fit right'.
Age and menopause will sometimes do that to a woman's voice. But he really was a she after all. Just goes to show, never judge a book by it's voice.

I Forgot To Mention The Footsteps!

I can't believe I forgot to mention the footsteps, but it happens constantly to the point where I don't think of it as part of the weirdness. Footsteps in the house. Footsteps walking down the hall. Footsteps outside on the patio by the kitchen. Footsteps in the bathroom. Footsteps behind me while I'm on the computer! And every time I check, no one is around.

"Hey, if you noise makers can see this, and need to talk, then talk. How can I help?"

And as I'm writing this, there is the sound of footsteps right outside my porch door.

"Hellooo...?"

Aaaaannnd nothing.

I'll keep you posted.

Peace, love and noisy light...
LaSal

The Noisy Dead

What do you do when the dead won't leave you alone? I mean how do you live with the sound of doors slamming, doors opening, doors shutting, closets being opened and shut, drawers being opened and shut, water turning on and off, and when you check... nothing. Lately there is the constant sounds of people coming and going. And there's the sound of voices, conversations... like the house is full of people! But it's not. I'm getting the the point where I'm not answering the door anymore because most of the time 'nobody' is there. No BODY. Too many times I go to say hello because I think someone has come home, and once again, no one is there. I've asked if I can help... no answer yet. I've asked if there's a message... no answer yet. Have I made the place too comfortable? I've started having tea in the afternoons... do they think they're invited? Do they need invitations? It's getting weird around here. And knowing my life, that's saying something!

Vajazzling? Really?

Have you heard about the newest sparkling trend out there? I first saw it on a twitter post, and then watched the Jennifer Love Hewitt interview on Lopez Tonight and listened as she told the world about her disco ball bedazzled vajayjay. WHAT?? You heard it right. You can now Vajazzle you vajayjay. It's even sparked an endless array of blogs on the subject, as well as a Facebook fan page. Sounds like fun.

But, once you go beyond this new fad, could there a more serious concern lurking in the future of women-kind?

Think of the last 100 years or so, how the landscape of a woman's body has changed. We started out bra-less and unshaven. Looking back now, how saggy and hairy were we? Of course we started shaving off the unwanted hair. It was no longer acceptable to be encased in a forest of fur from belly button down. And braiding the armpits was a no-no. Fine, we took off most of the hair. So we shave, scrape, wax, rip, chemically dissolve...whatever works.

Then came the bra. First it just squeezed our boobs into rocket points. Then it lifted them up. Then it lifted them up higher. Then it added some extra fake boobage in the form of padding, and then water, then gels. The fake boobs should feel as real as possible as your real boobs are lifted as high as modern engineering will allow to have two round mounds jutting out and up against your chin. Eventually they'll join forces with the skin sagging from your jowls and neck, possibly adding yet another cup size. Always attractive.

Then, while the hair left on your head had to be as big as possible, you now had to trim the patch left at the other end. Trim, trim, shape, trim, snip, shape... remember the Mohawk? But even that wasn't enough. We had to wax.... slather the most delicate area with hot wax, let it harden and then RIP it all out. Supposedly it's only the hair getting ripped off.

So, from head to toe, we are coiffed, hoisted, and polished smooth. And now that's not enough. We need to add some sparkles to the newly waxed areas. Why? Is something missing? Makes you wonder if cave-women wove tiny beads and little bone ornaments to their furry, unshorn parts.

What's next? Pittazzling? Shouldn't we bedazzle those bare armpits for summer when everyone can see them? What else? Dare I say it? Assazzling?

I'm actually a little scared.....

Peace, love and sparkling light,
LaSal