When we stepped into the main concourse at O’Hare, I couldn’t believe it!
The place was fantastic! It was stunningly bright and gorgeous with its high-beamed superstructure enclosed in glass! Oh course, this was a bright and beautiful sunny day, I did stop to wonder, a few times what it might be like in there on a dark stormy day, or when it snowed?
It was too cool!
The mall-like atmosphere was colorful and exciting at first. Yet, we soon we realized on our, near mile trek to the next boarding gate, there were only about a dozen different vendors and restaurants that kept repeating. Starbucks absolutely came in first showing about every third storefront—but hey, this is America!
After we found our gate in a lesser, not as fancy terminal, probably the older part of the venue, we scoped the joint for lunch. Nik decided on a Chicago Style Pizza (like we can get at home, but hey, we were really in Chicago!)
I had a hot dog of the same fame (though I usually don’t eat hot dogs, but this was vacation time). It was okay. I was very disappointed there was no sauerkraut, but I did have the nice little Asian lady add tomatoes, pickles and onions—that was different. The same nice little Asian lady granted Nik her pepperoni pizza pie. It smelled excellent; Nik concurred, it tasted such too.
While we waited for the next flight, I told Nikki I had dibs on the window seat again, but I really was thinking there would be no window seats as we had seats 1A and 1C—right up front and personal. She gave me just enough resistance to make me feel selfish, so I allowed as she could have the lookie-out side.
Well, as it turns out, Columbia, So. Carolina, albeit the capitol of the state, is not the most popular place on the planet. The plane we boarded was quite a bit smaller than the 757 we were privy to earlier. So small, in fact, we had to board the old-fashioned way… way out on the runway!
Oh, we walked through the boarding apron in the usual way only to find a stairway that emptied us outside on the tarmac!
Wow, what a shock it was when we stepped out into the frigid sunshine! Nik and I both giggled and laughed with glee at this unexpected event. Our breath came out like white, billowing smoke… brrrrrrrrr.
We were dressed warmly enough to endure the several-hundred yard walk to the gangway. One gal in front of us had on nothing but short sleeves, capri’s, and flip-flops. She obviously wasn’t expecting the hike.
I lead the way into the plane, so happy and chipper, and immediately hopped into the window seat. Nikki sat and said nothing, although she looked at me a bit apprehensively when the stewardess told us we MUST stow our gear above as there was nowhere to stash it under the seat since we were in the front row of the cabin. It took me a few minutes to remember I had offered the window seat to Nikki. I remembered simply because she commented that she had the perfect view of the cockpit.
“Ooooh—cool!” I replied, immediately curious to see too. Then she reminded me of our prior agreement. Oops. I offered to switch seats, but she said she’d take the windows on the way home. Okay.
There was snow everywhere on the ground, a solid six-inch layer everywhere except trafficked places. Nikki marveled, ooed, and awed. She’d never seen it like that before. (I think only once did her dad and I take her, Max, and Roz to the mountains at Big Bear to experience snow.)
The tall, thin, nicely dressed older gal seated across the aisle from Nik mentioned she was from Wisconsin and there they had had over 90-inches of snow! The snow banks were way over her head, and she’s 5’8”.
The sun was setting during the 90-minute flight to Columbia. I could see it somewhat through ports on the other side of the cabin. Very lovely. So much water… rivers, lakes… water everywhere. As the sun went down, the city lights went on and the plane began its descent.
I was absolutely fascinated; it was beautiful! Why have I allowed myself to be so sheltered for so long?!
And then, as we neared touch-down, the epitome!
Wow, I couldn’t believe it.

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This Hugo and Nebula Award winner tells the sweeping tale of a desert planet called Arrakis, the focus of an intricate power struggle in a byzantine interstellar empire. Arrakis is the sole source of Melange, the "spice of spices." Melange is necessary for interstellar travel and grants psychic powers and longevity, so whoever controls it wields great influence. The troubles begin when stewardship of Arrakis is transferred by the Emperor from the Harkonnen Noble House to House Atreides. The Harkonnens don't want to give up their privilege, though, and through sabotage and treachery they cast young Duke Paul Atreides out into the planet's harsh environment to die. There he falls in with the Fremen, a tribe of desert dwellers who become the basis of the army with which he will reclaim what's rightfully his. Paul Atreides, though, is far more than just a usurped duke. He might be the end product of a very long-term genetic experiment designed to breed a super human; he might be a messiah. His struggle is at the center of a nexus of powerful people and events, and the repercussions will be felt throughout the Imperium.
Dune is one of the most famous science fiction novels ever written, and deservedly so. The setting is elaborate and ornate, the plot labyrinthine, the adventures exciting. Five sequels follow.

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I got home yesterday and posted in LJ, finished up looking at sites I check daily and started feeling rather pathetic. Wanting to do something, but not. I felt like I needed a nap, but I don't like naps. Well, I do, but they really mess me up. I also wanted to get out. I was bored.

So I finally decided to go see a movie. Unfortunately, I was looking at the wrong theatre when I was planning in my head how to get there.

I was on the Movies 12 listings and I had thought it was City Centre. I wanted to see "Bride Wars" and it started at 1:30. Now this is where my brain will prove it's capability to really rearrange things into a messy mess. By the time I got there, I had in my head I was going to see "I Love You, Man" because it was the only one showing at City Centre I was even remotely interested in.

I got the ticket and went to the ticket taker and was planning to rush to get concessions because I didn't want to miss previews. The ticket taker said, "You shouldn't have missed too much of it." I screwed my face in mass confusion, looked at my ticket and screwed more (if possible) as to why she gave me the 3:10 one.

At this time, I didn't realize I was the one who made the mistake. I had even thought the ticker said 1:30. So after deciding I was really intending to see a movie at that time so I can get home before 6, I went to the ticket office and asked if I can get a refund because the website and ticker said 1:30.

So that was handled and I was pretty huffy by the time I got to the lobby level of the mall and sat down to look at showtimes on my iPhone. This is when I realized it was my fault. I had missed all the mid-dayish showings and everything else next I was interested in was 3-4ish.

I was still wanting to see "Bride Wars" and I decided to text Dave and somehow I got the idea that I could go see the 4:15 showing and Dave could pick me up at the theatre when he got off work (because I figured since the timing showed itself) and we could go to the Applebees beside the theatre.

Before I go on, let me "sidebar" why this felt like a fabulous idea. My original intention for Canada was to live by myself here and Dave and I could date for awhile. I knew we would get married, but I just wanted to experience that. So when I had this idea I thought, "Well, at least it could feel like dating." The spontaneous, "Hey, when you get off work, wanna come get me at the theatre and have dinner?"

So anyway, it was decided and I had a couple of hours to kill. I decided I wanted coffee, and the iPhone showed a coffee shop about a block away, but I saw Second Cup at the exit. So I got a Caramel Chocolate coffee thing, sat down and sipped at it as I used the iPhone to figure out what bus I needed to take.

I said yes to the WiFi, but then nothing connected, so I turned it off and figured things out. I walked out and still had time to kill so went to this store with unique, artsy stuff. I keep thinking my friend, Harmony, would LOVE it there. I bought a couple of things. What I really wanted was this book that was $45 but marked down to $20 but it was too heavy for me to be lugging around, so I hope it's still there when I'll be going into town and then straight home or something.

Then I went where I thought the iPhone said. I don't know what nearside means. I have done this trip before so when iPhone mentioned bus 2, I knew it meant Lessard. Otherwise I'm confused as to which direction. When the bus comes along and says Clairview, I'm glad I still had another chance. I spend the 10 minutes until the next bus walking around and finally giving up that the blue dot is not accurately representing my location. I finally find another stop with 2 and see that the other buses are heading to WEM (a good sign). I also wonder why just a block away on the same side of the street, it's going the other way. I thought the other direction was always on the other side of the street. The bus system is so confusing sometimes.

I'm watching my clock (apparently more than watching where I am) and eventually I text Dave whining that the bus is late and we should have been there 10 minutes ago. Then I see we're coming up on WEM. I realize I missed my stop. I get off, text Dave that I might as well see what's playing here and ask if we can still get dinner.

I found "I Love You, Man" was showing, but I didn't have long to get there. I've been here plenty of times to know that it takes 15 minutes to get from one side to another. I was flustered and this didn't help. I decided to go to the washroom on the way. There was one at the entrance, then much to my further dismay, I had a visitor. I had considered bringing the needed thing just in case, but thought that I felt no signs, so not to worry. Well, I was so very wrong.

The vending thing in the washroom had the kind I don't like to use (only twice and to swim), but I figured why not, but it was broke. So I went into the mall, rushed into one of those cigarette stores and found what I needed and well got that all taken care of.

I had to stop by the information desk and ask where the theatre was. I was headed in the wrong direction, so I rushed off and grabbed a map (which I ended up not using) and wondered where the *#@ the escalator was. I found it, but it was broken. I climbed it and when I came upon the theatre, I spitefully threw the "useless" map in a trashcan. By the time I got to the theatre, it was good that the escalator there worked because I was feeling pretty murderous. I got my ticket and it was already starting, but I need my concessions, so I impatiently waited wondering why the one couple ahead of me was still there when I saw two couples in the other line finish up.

I got up there and that's when the dragon show started. I had to yell my order and the kid, sweet and nice, was chattering about the noise, and I normally appreciate friendly cashiers, but just give me my popcorn and Fruitopia and call it a day, ok?

I got in there as the previews were playing. Nothing to cause serious wrath, but I do like previews.

The movie is not like it's portrayed in the previews. Yes, the guy yells a few times, but only the times it shows in the preview. It's not about a man whose angry. He has issues, but it's a sweet movie about guys being friends. And it shows the sweet side to "bromances." Usually buddy movies show guys all macho, but this shows guys can actually relate and confide in each other and care and stuff. The kind of relationship I like to see in guy friends. Though, I must warn my friends with certain sensitivities, that it does often have people talking about sex and it's rather crude.

Anyway, after that, Dave picked me up and he had his own little adventure finding a place to get into. We ended up at Olive Garden. YUMO.

When we were leaving, some guy asked us for money. Apparently, the YMCA shelter makes you pay if you're from a different province. I ranted about this. I still plan to check with a church friend that works at a YMCA about this. But it seems like a bunch of bull-crap to me. I try to give and be compassionate, but when they give those sob stories, I just roll my eyes and think, "Whatever." Dave gave them $5 which I try to tell myself isn't much for us, but could be a lot to him. I just can't help think it's for drugs or something. The story was just so far-fetched. Why would a charity make you pay just because you're not from that province? That just doesn't add up for me. (Please no comments about this. I know both sides of this debate and I'm constantly trying to find a balance of giving but not being a fool. I've been caring too much about not being a fool, and I'll admit that.)

I will see "Bride Wars," but maybe next week after my poor legs heal from this week's adventures.

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I feel as if the days since my last post have stretched themselves into months.

Moreau House goings-on and the incredible dinners that tie everything together, three extremely thought provoking literature classes, and one of the coolest road/camping trips in a long time have forced me into physical, emotional, spiritual, and intellectual overdrive. Sometimes I put it into 5th begrudgingly; regardless, I wouldn't take back any of these last few weeks (except maybe never going to class).

I noticed that I forget to mention in my list the belated birthday dinner my dad came to the house and cooked for me, Brother Stephen, and fifteen other guests. Austin and I helped and it still took over fourteen or fifteen hours to prep and actually get down to business. Needless to say, it was a dinner for the ages; although, in my opinion, that isn't always a good thing.

This road/camping trip is by far the most important of the things that have gone on since the last post and boy, was it cool. Together Paige and I did Big Bend with Dr. Shirley and co. and then everything between here and Tucson, Arizona in seven days. The power of this trip however isn't due necessarily to the places we saw and the people we met but it owes itself rather to the combination of these things along with the bizarre drama that occurred the night prior to departure. We were supposed to hit the road at 6 a.m. the next morning and by 2 a.m. it was unclear whether either one of us was going. Needless to say the whole situation was stressful

I won't go into the details of what exactly transpired but dozens of colorful people, ten bottles of wine, the opening night of a huge photo show, crying, barfing, past mistakes, missing leadership, and a shared Moreau House feeling of collective uncertainty about the rest of our lives might give some indication as to the level of emotional, physical, and spiritual strain on Paige, myself, our friends, all the guests at Friday dinner, and Moreau House itself.

The kind of community we have built (Brother Stephen, Brother John, Matt, Adrienne, Kurt, Julia, Scott, Carina, Austin, Leela, myself, Paige, and all the other official and non-official members of the Moreau House) doesn't come without drawbacks. After that night I see this clearly and I presume it will remain fresh in my memory quite some time; Beware the mistakes of the past for it is during the most joyful and unsuspecting hour in which they return to rear their ugly heads.

The trip wasn't all doom and gloom. That was mostly the night before we left; although the rough stuff actually happened during the second part of the night. The trip was awesome and I have gained an almost endlessly reservoir of stories and memories from which to draw from. In addition, I also observed some incredible natural wonders and living history as well as spent time in a region of the U.S. which is completely unknown to me; the cherry on top of the Sunday was that all these things I experienced with a very special person.

I am too tired to write about everything we did and all the events that have taken place in the last couple weeks in more detail so I'll stop short for now and write a longer and hopefully more flashy and interesting post next time.





Before I end this post I want to make an unusual disclaimer. The whole time in writing this post I have been wondering to myself, "Who gives a fuck about the petty details of Andrew McGill's life." More than most of the time I myself find them rather pathetic and uninteresting. If you don't know me and stumble upon this post and find it trite, mundane, or feel these rants concerning the common elements of my life are unworthy of description I understand your complaints and I don't totally blame you. At the same time however, I also challenge you to think of this blog as an honest attempt at creating a discussion about something more interesting than myself.

I write lots of poems, produce lots of fiction and non-fiction and am dating a photographer who takes pictures of me and the things I do all the time, but the dilemma for me is that I cannot post all these things at the expense of the loss of their creative value. Unfortunately, the cheap version of Google Blogger is still years away from being a good medium for creative expression and networking. If I am judged by this then I am a failure, however I hope this is not the case. My casual honesty and the candor with which I attempt to illustrate more complete portrait (as opposed to only the good parts), of a young, 22 year-old, undergraduate, aspiring poet, with a streak of chronic self-destructiveness, and a sense that we are all equally as pathetic as we are all glorious is the real aim of this blog. Honesty to myself is all I can really expect from this thing.

Whether deserved or undeserved, I am aware that people's blogs are judged harshly. Mine I am sure has been through the critical grinder, but do not make the mistake you who find these things silly and egotistical, because if anyone is the the most critical of my blogging it is myself and myself alone who passes the most brutal judgment on the things I write. I am not writing a paper I plan on getting published or a poem I intend of sending off somewhere (although I occasionally post these things), I am simply allowing other people to observe the primitive process of brainstorming in all it's ingloriousness.

I will admit that in the beginning I intended this blog as a vehicle to somewhat say, "Look at what I'm doing! Aren't I cool?" This is undoubtedly a mistake on my part. With this said I have not taken down the things, instead I have left them alone, as a testament to my humanness and as a museum of the emotional, spiritual and intellectual maturation process. In essence, from its inception, the entirety of this blog has been a measuring stick for myself as a person. If it is uninteresting. Fine. But judge it on this and on this alone.

If a large amount of fault is found with my blog and my posts I hope that this will become evident: If we are honest we find others pathetic or uninteresting because we are each of us is pathetic and uninteresting ourselves. Every instance of negative feeling about someone else is, in even the smallest way, always the realization of our own failures merely reflected back at us through their manifestation in these targets. Human spirit has been designed to direct itself continually towards the inside and it does this by observing the outside. It is as unavoidable as breathing, for as long as we live we will see ourselves in others no matter how horrible, how honest, how beautiful, how ugly, how intelligent, or how stupid they might seem. They are only so because we are so.

I imagine the poet Charles Simic relating a phrase from one of his most recent collections to a person involved in a discussion like this, "The world doesn't end." And I will add to this imaginary comment that the world does not end, it merely loops around and rams us from behind, sending us off the edge of the precipice only end up on the other end of the world, of the truth, the supposed end all be all of precipices to repeat the scenario over again until we die. Those who understand this best are the most happy and successful. Those who struggle, no matter how wonderfully, can never win because the struggle for stasis is not against the outside but against oneself. It is the world which judges us, but ultimately it is the self which is the harshest and most important judge of all.

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Another work week is done and I'm so happy it is the weekend. However, as I was leaving work Friday I stopped in the break room and saw a flier on each of the tables. It was for a rally of some sort for equal rights. I was intrigued and read on. Apparently it is in support of California's Prop 8 that recently passed. This was the second time the definition of marriage has been voted on in California and the people have voted that it is between a man and a woman. I was disturbed that one, this is being advertised and supported in Arizona (which had a similar proposition voted on). This is California's issue and should be dealt with in that state. Each state has their own issues, and I don't think other states should get involved. Secondly, the people voted, this is what the majority of the state of California wanted.

Anyway, enough of me on my soapbox. On a completely different note, today was the primary program in church. It was done very well and there was obviously a lot of work put into it. And it was great to be able to see so many nieces and nephews involved. However, the best part was watching the Sunbeams in the very front wave to their parents every time they stood up for a song. So much fun. :)

And Friday we had such a great night. We decided we hadn't been on a real date in quite some time. So we went to Cafe Rio for dinner and then to the dollar theater after (sound like a familiar date spot?). It was so fun and carefree. It reminded me of when we were dating. We seemed to speed through that part so fast and it's nice to remind ourselves why we are so in love. (I know it's cheesy, but it's true!) Hope everyone else is having a great weekend.

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So, today is a snow day. My first since I got to college. First one ever for my bff (from SoCal). It looks like a fucking blizzard outside. Classes were canceled, followed by a campus-wide closing notice. So both class and work is canceled. Someone told me this is the first time in five years that NYC public schools are closed.
Spring break begins Friday. I may or may not have some form of a date on Thursday evening after my (short) Mass Communications midterm, or maybe Friday during the day if hes free. I have no classes Friday (miracle coincidence, not because of class not being in session), just work from 9-11. And my train to go home doesnt leave til 9pm. Obviously some packing is going on during that time, but theres also a nice big chunk of time for something. Lunch, maybe. Who knows. I wouldnt mind going to see Slumdog Millionaire, either.
I ordered my little brothers birthday present last night - Pokemon Platinum comes out three days before his birthday. So I preordered it, and set it up to deliver straight to the house with his name on it, because I wont be home for our birthdays. Hopefully he likes it.
Last night my roommates had shadows (little potential freshmen?). Not the roommate I like, but the other two. Those poor little shadows. I felt so bad for them, one actually looked at me (after she was ditched) and said Do you actually like having them for roommates?. Not only that, but they dragged her around in the fucking blizzard outside to their boyfriends house (which reeks of pot and beer) when the shadows werent even supposed to leave campus (theyre under 18). They also forgot to feed them - you shouldve seen the poor girls face when I offered her a PBJ sandwich and a Coke. She started questioning me about whether everyone here is like them. I felt so bad, so I took her down to my bffs room to meet my friends, so she didnt think all college kids were idiots like my roommates.

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7:22 AM:
So, it seemed like the bleeding from the j-tube drain had slowed considerably before I went to bed last night, and the swelling also seems like its gradually getting better. When I met with my surgeon before surgery, she told me that the thing I would need the most of during my recovery would be patience; it seems like thats proving accurate.
Today I finally get my catheter out - yay! Also, the packing in my vagina gets taken out. Theres something like 30 (thats thirty ~feet~) of packing inside me; no wonder Im still waddling.
So, I get to actually see how much of a mess I make when I pee today (Im going to make a mess until the swelling gets considerably better).
I also have to start dilating today. Since my vagina was surgically constructed I have to dilate it to help keep its shape and depth and width. They gave me the dilators the other day, and all I can say is that Im very intimidated - even the small one is ~big~. Like, ~big~. So, Im very excited to get the packing out, but Im kind of nervous about how dilating is going to go, especially at first.
 
7:57 AM:
Okay, so Im rotten, but Im pretty glad that Im out of Boston during the crazy snow today. Its not like Id be able to shovel anyway, but a foot of snow? Damn.
 
8:00 AM:
Hmm, gonna be a busy writing day apparently. The tears are getting crazy; I cant stop crying tears of joy; I am just so happy. There is peace and joy and bliss and and I have ~never~ felt like this before - I feel magnificent.
 
9:25 AM:
All showered and ready to leave the Morning After House. Im definitely riding mood-swings; for a few hours Ill feel like Im doing great and right on track, and then Ill feel like it looks horrible and is too swollen and taking too long. Im thinking this is pretty normal for this process, but its kind of emotionally taxing.
 
3:49 PM:
Back at the hotel. Ive been to the doctor, been and de-catheterized. The dilating process was so not as bad as I was fearing. There is enough swelling that the doctor made that concerned doctor face, but she settled down pretty quick and essentially said that patience should resolve it, and within three weeks the swelling should be way down. I actually got up to the middle dilator and didnt feel pain at all. I mentioned the blood to the doctor, and she said, re a woman now, get used to it. And I said, Hey, no making fun of the new girl.  ;-)  Yep, I really like my surgeon (she said that she likes me too).
After the doctor Wendy and I went to lunch and then to the Social Security office in town where I changed the gender marker on my Social Security file. Big, big YAY!
 
4:28 PM:
I forgot that while I was on the table at the doctors office dilating I was using my hand mirror to see what I was doing. I turned the mirror just a little so I could see my face, and I said to myself in the mirror, You have a pussy; and you have a dildo up your pussy. I confess that it made me feel pretty awesome. Im such a goofball sometimes.

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So, its officially Singles Awareness Day, as its known to us single folks, or Valentines Day as its known to the lucky bastards who have someone. Im single, homesick, and dont even have any friends to spend the day with - theyre all either dating, going out together, or going home this weekend. Im currently sitting in a room with three of my best friends here at school, yet I feel like Im on a whole other plane. I cant explain it. Im just not included.
I just read Nick and Norahs Infinite Playlist. Rare occasion where the movie was totally better - the book fucking sucked. But it made me wonder - a concept was brought up (in jest, of course) about loving someone based on their playlist. Do you think theres anything to that? I think secretly there is. I dont know how exactly, just that I really think there can be a connection based purely on music.
The thought crossed my mind that I am not possibly the only single, lonely person around today. So I fell back to my boredom habit of scanning CraigsList - yes, I admit it, I do it. I dont post, I only answer ads from time to time. But there was a guy, he seems really cool and normal and was kind of cute. So I answered his ad. Well see what comes of it. Hopefully he answers.
Fuck this weekend. Seriously. I just want it to be over with already. Maybe Ill sleep it off.

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When you start an astrology business, it is like getting a ticket to adventure. Plus that, there are a lot of new people waiting to meet you. Everybody loves astrology and gets a thrill out of seeing their horoscope. You will find that your market is large and growing.
But, what is astrology? Astrology goes all the way back to ancient Egypt and to the Babylonians. Later, the ancient Greeks and Romans depended on astrology to guide them in battle, reap the harvest, build cities, and establish a happy and fruitful family life.
Astrology is a way of reading a person’s character, discovering his or her inner strengths, and uncovering clues as to what he or she should do in the future. Astrology is based on the position of the sun, the moon, and the ascending sign when you are born.
Astrology is also tied to the zodiac. The zodiac is similar to a giant belt in the sky. It contains twelve constellations, also known as sun signs. When you are born, the sun is in one of the zodiac sun signs. It takes twelve months for the sun to pass through each of the sun signs.
Charting an astrological chart is easy today because you can do it with the help of one of many computer software programs.
Here are a few ways to start a home business in astrology and make money:
1) Start a Home-Based Business
The easiest way to start your home business in astrology is to join a trade association. It is a place to meet other astrologers, take courses, get accredited, and find job opportunities. A well-respected trade association is the American Federation of Astrologers.
2) Find Clients
Many astrologers find their best clients on cruise ships. They are paid and get free travel by applying to the cruise line. When hired, you are taken on as part of the entertainment staff. This job is fun and gives you all the practice you need.
Show clients credentials. Clients love to see them. Have at least three references. You can get these from friends and family. Join a trade association such as the American Federation of Astrologers. Become a member of the Chamber of Commerce and the Better Business Bureau. Clients like to deal with a member of a large organization. It is also important to have a resume and a cover letter.
Event planners are good clients. Offer your astrological readings to them for a flat fee. There are countless charity events, parties, and political fund raisers that are seeking interesting persons like you to make their event a success.

Design a great Website to advertise your services and products. Offer a prepaid membership site where clients can come for astrology readings.
You could also sell membership to a toll-free telephone line where clients can get an in-depth reading. Make the readings prerecorded and update them bi-weekly or weekly.
3) Offer Astrological Products
You can sell products and tie them into astrology in interesting ways. One of these products could be food. Think about recipes that are perfect for each sign of the zodiac. The famous astrologer, Sydney Omarr did this and wrote a best-selling book, Cooking With Astrology.
Other products that are popular now are cakes decorated with a zodiac sign, as well as jewelry, wild socks, wall plaques, book plates, greeting cards, and playing cards with zodiac signs.
If you feel it is time for you to use your ticket to adventure and make money, you could start astrology business today. However, if you are not sure and just want to get your toe wet, you could start an astrology business and work at home on a part-time basis.

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Miami city is located in the Florida state and worldwide famous with well-known name Magic city. Millions of sightseers come here with enormous and adventure journey with spending his/her holidays. One of the best place Miami in the worldwide, Miami city always appear In hot destination lists. His near by area are south Florida 20 miles far, Naples only 106 miles far from that city. Its audacious city, including beaches, cheap hotels(including bargain rates hotele, may be you get cheap hotel rooms at lowest rates), hot beaches fun, resorts, hiking, enormous sites seeing places at there. His climate is as well vast mild and extend pleasure atmosphere at there. Its a bundle of activities and fun place where located further important and awesome places like Jungle Island,, Miami Metro Zoo, Bayfront Park, Oleta River State Recreation Park, Venetian Pool, Lowe Art Museum, Bass Museum of Art, Jewish Museum of Florida, Holocaust Memorial and etc. these are tremendous place where you will take some adventure and amazing memory with nearby delicious meals in which including seafood much more with other famous meals.
In other hand, mammoth activities located at the beach and nearby area, a large amount of tourist visit at the beach for his awesome activities like surfing at wind, walking, sea beach activities, swimming, sun bathing at there, sunset views, camping, fishing, fly fishing, boating, deep boating fishing, sightseeing at nearby area and further activities. Camping and fishing activities are the best and memorable activities and their because in night life camping at sandy land is produce awesome atmosphere, its great only when you go with his group not lonely camping great. Most of the tourist always reserved at near by area hotel and take a great view in his front beach views always. Every beach of the Miami city is too superb and not forgettable and memory creates in every mind. Some other mammoth activities to be found at there like Gocar tours, Lummus Park Beach, Haulover Beach Park, Miami Orange Bowl,hope you will enjoy that actions.

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When reading historical fiction, the reader feels transported to another time and place. You can go on an adventure, learn about history, feel intrigued by courageous men and women, or fall in love all over again. “Jenny’s Dream” (ISBN 9781589824461) is one such novel, where dreams can come true. Melynda Gascoyne of The Amherst Bee Newspaper: Buffalo, New York wrote: “Clarke draws the reader into a world full of color and intrigue right from the first page.”
Jenny Roberts has many dreams, but will she be able to fulfill them? Jenny is home from college and is restless. She feels the need to spread her wings and fly away. She has dreams of becoming a writer and wants to pursue it. When her kindred friend, Will, asks her what her outlook on life is, she answers, “Dreams are an important part of life, and without them, life would be so dull. If we can envision it, then I believe it can be accomplished.”
Jenny’s dreams also include falling in love. She feels that one day she will find a man to love, the “prince of her dreams.” But is it possible to find love in one’s own backyard? As the summer passes, Jenny begins to recognize her true feelings for Will. When she realizes that he means more to her than a kindred friend, she must now choose between a career and romance. The only thing standing in her way is an unpleasant memory from her past, which has haunted her since childhood. She must learn to forgive before she can choose which dream to follow. This book is about the miracle of forgiveness.
Betsy Brannon Green, Best-Selling Mystery Author, wrote: “Clarke’s characters are well developed and her setting is compelling. But what separates this book from others is Clarke’s historical accuracy and meticulous attention to detail. The reader feels transported to another time and place.”
While Jenny is trying to realize her dreams, her father is concerned about the safety of his family. A ten-foot grizzly bear is seen in the area and its boldness has frightened the community. There is one man with the courage and determination to protect his family and neighbors: Gilbert Roberts! He attempts to defy this great beast but Melinda will not have her husband be part of it. Gilbert has other ideas. Old Half Paw must be stopped. “Jenny’s Dream” is the story of a young girl’s desire to become a writer and how she finds love and forgiveness, with the legend of Old Ephraim as the subplot.
Paige Lovitt, Reader Views, wrote: “Jenny’s Dream tells a beautiful story that incorporates the value of loyalty, love, family and forgiveness into it. I found myself greatly enjoying the romances between Jenny’s parents and between Jenny and Will. Each relationship demonstrates friendship, respect and love. I also enjoyed how the author put real experiences, taken from her family, into the plot. This is a great touch because it makes the story seem real. Jenny’s Dream is a wonderful story. It is a wholesome novel that will be enjoyed by family members of all ages. I think this series is destined to be a classic.

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So today was a much better day. Praise the Lord. I started my day with a devotional and prayer. My devotional was in Isiah 49:16, "See I have engraved you in the palm of my hands." My response to this was how lucky I am to know Christ. That I didn't choose him, but he chose me! How great is that!?! And obviously, since he knows me, he has a definite plan for me. (Which I will let reign in my life, let reign in my life... I am trying here people.)

And I was not completely honest when I posted last night. I left one frustration out... which is funny because its the biggest of all and the hardest for me to give up. I'm putting this out there and trying to be humble... so please be gracious and merciful as you read. And don't laugh, because I know I am silly! One of my biggest struggles used to be with sex. I had previously engaged in pre-marital sex (shocker, I know) and couldn't grasp the concept of a relationship without it. I questioned my patient girlfriends about how it could be possible?! After a lot of praying, God finally changed my heart. I made the decision to commit to abstinence until I am married.

God's working ways are so amazing. Shortly after my decision, not only in my heart, but voiced to many of my friends who will keep me accountable, God opened my heart to the idea of a relationship. I actually wanted to date again.

(Back story: I was in a 3 year relationship where I lived with a guy, got a dog, broke up, moved out, lost the dog, and he knocked up a girl about 6 months later. Ouch. I was a serial dater. Then I became a serial game-player- not wanting anything to do with commitment or even a syllable of the word- where I just kept guys around for my benefit and to call on when I needed or wanted something. I cut ties with a lot of these guys that were at my finger tips and I have definitely been tested... and am still working through getting over my past!)

So He places this desire in my heart and a couple situations blossom. Purely situations... But, the situations I had come to know, were not of God, and therefore, these Godly situations were a bit daunting. For example, I can talk to anyone, I am a question prompter, debater and listener (and talker, duh). So when I used to talk to guys, I had what I like to call, a "game". (This is where it may become humorous.) I mastered the "game"...it usually involved drinking and a lot of flirtation. Cue to my 'situations' that are of God. I have no game... zip, zero. Like Ariel in The Little Mermaid when she can't speak anymore. That's how I feel. Which I know is God because my 'game' is so not of Him. Still, I am left frustrated because due my mastering the "game", it was very easy to get what I wanted out of a situation. Whether it be a drink, phone call, pursuit, invite...whatever... I was able to get what I wanted and take it as far as I wanted- I was in control. Again, cue to my 'situations'- these situations are Godly and therefore, so not in my control. So, I am trying to lose myself in God and rest in the "game" of Trusting Him, rather than controlling little men not even worth my time.

So I had an awesome lunch with my dear friend Ashby. I know Christ has used her to teach me. Sometimes when she gets on these tangents, I know Christ is speaking through her. I am so thankful for her friendship and her ability to be a vice for God to speak to me! I went to her house and she made some awesome healthy turkey panini's. We actually spent our lunch hour [and a half] at the pool... it was so refreshing. And we had great conversation... as always. I was telling her about my struggles and discerning between God's will and my overbearing justifications of "maybe, this could be what He wants..." She is great about helping me get right with God. We have also tossed the idea of me moving in with her and her sister around. I still haven't come to a conclusion, but we threw around some ideas and decided I just need to pray for clear direction. (I am having issues with thinking about living more than .3 seconds away from the fam- Cut the cord already.)

Now that I am trying to lose control and rest in Him, I find myself question is this God's Will or MY will? So I decide that I am going to do a Facebook Fast, just for four days starting at midnight. I am so obsessed with Facebook and since I work on the computer a lot, I constantly pop on and off or just leave it up. It has been a great tool for communicating with my friends, especially my dear friends who have moved across the country and across the world (Hello, my name is Alicia and I am a justifer.) Every night for the past couple weeks I talk to my great friend, Matt, a high school friend who attends Bible College in West Virginia. He is a pastor's son and so wise about the Bible and just man after God. We used to have Catholic vs. Protestant debates back in the day, and frankly, he'd kick my butt. Anywho, we talk every night on Facebook and he has become my Bible Trainer (like personal trainer, but trainer of the Bible). He recently lost his phone, and not that we have talked on the phone much at all, Facebook is our main segway of communication. He never got on all night and as the minutes tick away, I was dreading not being able to talk to him before my fast. Well, at 11:57 pm, he texts me, I found my phone. I mean, really, God? You are so cool. THEN, I was blog-stalking and was reading a girl's blog that goes to my church and was talking about a Facebook Fast. So, I get it God, this is a wise choice (I will talk about the boldness later).

Stick with me here, God is still working and teaching.

So Matt and I text back and forth a bit. The front door unlocks and I hear a bustle, footsteps, mens voices and beer bottles clanking together. (Yay the roomies are home! And they brought guests! How exciting!....sarcasm) Frustration ensues and I am twitching in the thought of living here longer. I ask him to pray for my sleep since people are over and wish him goodnight. ONE minute later, (mind you its 12:17AM) my realtor emails me about the place I saw on Monday asking me what I thought and if I want to move forward.
So now I am left with the question of... is this God sending me a sign? I am I living by my will and ignoring His? (I had kinda decided it my head that I would stay even though my roommate doesn't really pay her bills... or ever even close to being on time) So, God, are you telling me that I should move into this other place? I ask for clear direction... and I think this is clear... what do you think?
(Dear God, please respond to this blog. Please tell me point blank what I need to do. I would like to see, "1 New Comment from God: MOVE ." Or if you cannot do that because you're on a different internet, perhaps galaxnet, or there aren't computers in Heaven, please speak through my friends in their advice. And soften Maria's heart if I do move. Sorry I am so hard-headed sometimes... I'll get better at seeing Your Will... In Your name I pray, Amen.

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