Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Dreaming... Can be weird...

I just awoke from this beautiful dream... It was quite amazing...
There was this wonderfully beautiful spirit of a man, who helped me (figure some shit that's not relevant)
I was at this hotel in this place I didn't know. I couldn't remember my room number...
He said he would help me...
He had this head of soft brownish auburn hair, it had this lovely natural curl to it. This charming almost impish type smile, with these beautiful dimples that appeared from no where when he smiled.
I had felt so lost - I had remembered my key code number to get into my room, but he helped me get to the front desk, get the info needed.
He put his hand at the small of my back as if to protect me from anyone else while I was feeling vulnerable.
I was escorted all the way back to my room by him, he insisted on carrying the tote bag I had with me.
As we got to my door, he had been talking to me the whole way with this soft tone, and just made me smile as he calmed my nerves.
After I got my door open, he gave me a charming smile a small wink, joked about a damsel in distress. When our eyes locked I couldn't breathe for a moment, my breath hitched slightly, I smiled as I began to try to thank him.
He stepped forward wrapping an arm around my waist and kissed me. Not hard or intrusive, not insistent or explorative - just this beautiful little lingering kiss that made electricity shoot through my body, my breathing stop, my eyes instinctively closed, and there was a trapped little whimper on my lips.
It lasted but a moment... But it was amazing... And that one kiss told me all I needed to know... When I opened my eyes his big brown puppy dog eyes were looking back at me, and he smirked and said 'You're welcome'

Then I woke up... Because I didn't recognize that man... But I know who he was...

I woke up smiling. My insides all a flutter and my lips feeling as though they had just been kissed.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

I'm Still Here - Birthday

In 11 days I will be celebrating my 40th birthday...

My birthday is really important to me, more so now then when I was a kid.
I truly believe that I've been living on borrowed time...there's 3 times in my life that I've either flat-lined or been close to dying or the doctors didn't know how I was still alive let alone conscious.

So to me each year is a gift - it's probably why I love so intensely, so fully and why I just take the moments to experience everything I can... from taking a moment to appreciate the cloudiness of the day before walking into the house...to standing in the rain and smiling...literally stopping to smell the flowers when I can...listening to the silence of the night...watching a bug crawl by...feeling - everything.

Overall I am happy with my life, and happy to have it - I'm glad I it wasn't taken from me when I had tried to end it before.

Lately my happiness hasn't been shown outwardly enough for some - I'm really not all bouncy, giggly, and all laughs when I'm happy. I'm much more introspective now. Obviously I laugh or smile at jokes, I just don't feel the need to be goofy to show happiness. Maybe that's me just getting old...lol

I know there's a lot of people out there who just don't care about their birthdays, my father is one of them, and I get that. It's not about presents to me it's about presence. I want to spend my day with people who truly care that I'm alive, that appreciate my presence in their lives, that care that I am still walking this big ball of dirt - with people I love very much.

It's been a struggle, a fight, at times a massive war to get to 40...there's been trauma, abuse of all kinds, medical issues, heart breaks, anxiety, depression, deaths... so you're damn right I'm going to celebrate still being here...I just wish those I love would be too.

Sunday, November 08, 2015

Appreciation and Expectations

I don't have a hidden agenda or malicious motivations, or even unreasonable expectations when I help my friends out or offer to do stuff for them.

I try to be a good person and a good friend to those I care about.
By helping them out any way that I can that isn't monetary, because face it, I'm broke.

It's very common for me to want to try to fix a situation that might be causing them issues, frustrations or annoyances. Mainly because I want to see the people I care about be happy.

Maybe that's lofty of me to think that I could solve other peoples problems but, in reality I try to only offer help or advice in areas that I think I could help out in.

I don't generally expect anything in return, possibly the ability to call on them in my time of need without thinking that I'm bothering or pestering them, which I generally don't do unless it's an absolute must because I'll feel like a burden to them if I ask for assistance. When I do ask for help in some way though I do try to make it up  to them. Buy them lunch, make them a nice dinner, offer up a massage and of course I always let them know that I'm thankful for their help.

I don't really understand people who do things for others just to see what they can get out of them. The people that do the 'Well I helped you with this...so you should do this... for me.'
Or they lord it over you with the 'Well you remember that time that I did this for you.'

That's being a dick...not being a friend.

I had a conversation with a friend of mine with whom I really haven't spoken to in about 9 years. We have said hi how are ya but that's about it over the last few years but never anything too major. I let them know that I was concerned and a bit worried about them because they've been having nightmares quite frequently. They were surprised that I would care at all about what was going on with them or that I would put any thought into trying to help them figure out why they were having them.

I explained that just because we stopped talking and haven't really said much to each other in the last decade doesn't mean I just suddenly one day stopped caring about them.

For the people I care about I wish to be a bright spot in their day...or week...or lifetime. I wish for those I help out, care about and hang out with to smile when they hear my name and say 'she really helped me out when...' or 'she made me feel better when...' Something that makes them have a good thought.
With so much negativity in the world...when there's so many people out there who would rather see us all fail because they're miserable in their own lives... I just want to bring some joy and happiness maybe even some colour to peoples lives...

I read a picture on FB the other day that said 'Don't expect others to do for you what you do for them, their heart isn't like yours.' and also 'Expectations are the downfall of every relationship.'

They both rang very true to me... especially when you read the relationship to mean any relationship you have with any human being... I have a relationship with  my kids, my parents, my friends at different levels, and even the relationship I have with myself... it all boils down to the root of the word relationship...relate...how do you relate to others around you and how are they related or relating to you... All my relations... anyway... it doesn't always mean a couple who are committed to each other in a loving bonded sort of way... This is why it's best to know the English language when trying to communicate with others in discussions...but that's another blog for another time...

I realize that I get disappointed in people when I hold them to the expectations that I hold myself at. I expect myself to be thankful and to tell my friends that I love them and that they are important to me and show that by being helpful, remembering small things like their favourite colours or when their birthdays are... I expect myself to show up in support of someone elses loss of a dear family member even if I've not talked to them in 5 years... I expect myself to give pieces of myself away to others even when they have no idea I've done it... I expect myself to respond to a text from someone, even if it's just an acknowledgement to that person that I received their text...

I also realized that some days I need to lower the expectation bar on myself so that I stop wearing myself a bit thin.

I've made myself a very small group of friends...which is bad in a way when three of them live on the West coast of the United States...but hey we do what we can... the other four that I have here...well...they're all dealing with their own shit...and as much as I try to help them out... I know they need to deal with their own stuff on their own at times...and I also know that even though they are in my very small circle of friends of near and dear and I love them... I'm not in theirs.

And sometimes people set an expectation bar pretty high themselves...like when they treat me a certain way I expect that's how they will always treat me... like driving 2 hrs home to spend 4 hours with me before having to go to bed to sleep and then get up for work again the next morning, driving the 2 hours back again... or finding out that I have an achy body after practice so pouring me a glass of wine and drawing me a beautiful bubble bath before giving me a massage... which after time apparently becomes 'oh that sucks...' while they lay on a couch watching a sitcom...

When you lead with one and turn into the second...it brings about disappointment... I'm not saying I always want or need wine, bubbles and a rub... that's exhausting and would become routine...but a little more compassion...

But anyway I digress...

People tend to set their own expectation bars with how they treat you or at least that's what they do with me... Oh you treated me like this...well I guess this is what I can expect from you from now on...
Not saying that right off the bat you should set it low...but you should never set it so high that you can't keep it up...

I got so far down this topic of expectation I totally lost where my original thought was going...lol

I want to bring happiness to peoples lives by helping them how I can. I don't expect a parade in my honour...but a heartfelt and sincere thank you is appreciated...and goes a long fucking way.




Sunday, January 25, 2015

Burn or Save

Some days I want to watch the world burn...

Some days I want to save the world...

Yep extremes.

I'm sitting here crying and angry at the country I live in.
Today I don't want to save the world...but I would like to save my country... I just wish I knew how...

The Northern Food Crisis should NOT be happening.

Bless this woman...I want to be able to do something too... I just don't know what I could possibly do.


Thursday, October 30, 2014

On Sunday Night I Had A Baby...

I gave birth to a beautiful tiny baby girl who weighed 6 pounds and 12 ounces. She has a cute button nose, big blue eyes and ginger coloured hair.

On Monday, I rocked with her in a rocking chair and nursed her until she fell asleep. I changed her bottom. Gave her kisses and held her as much as I could.

On Tuesday she went up to the next size for nappies and her hair had grown longer and started to turn into little ringlets at the nape of her neck.

On Wednesday I went roller-skating with her strapped tightly into a snuggly and she made little giggly sounds as she felt the wind. I held her tight and nursed her often. Her eyes have started turning from blue to green.

And every morning I wake up and she doesn't exist.

Yep...it's been an interesting week so far in dreamland...each night I have had a dream about this baby.
Gave birth to her Sunday night in a dream and each night since she's gotten a little older and I've been raising her, no idea whose baby she is, haven't given her a name, and it's always just the two of us in the dream.

Last night she seemed to be around the 2 month old mark so not exactly sure how she was making giggly noises but... yeah...

It sort of makes me want to take a nap to see if the dreams are going to keep coming or not... I figure though that after 4 nights I should write something down about them...for it is interesting that it's not a recurring dream of any sort...it's actually more episodic in nature...

And truthfully with the dark times here once again it sort of makes me wonder about messages coming through...

That's about what she looks like...

Thursday, October 02, 2014

Weigh-In Retake...

So...back to the drawing board...and starting this shit again...

It's been since March that I did a weigh-in of any sort... I figured I need to get back to it...

Dr Awesome looked at me at my last visit and asked me to stop killing myself... "You're too young and beautiful to be killing yourself. I don't want to see that happen."
I love him and his bluntness it usually helps keep me on track but the last few months I've just been like 'meh whatevs...'

Lately however, I've been feeling uncomfortable in my own skin...and I've been having cardiac episodes again...headaches every day...joint and back pain...my hip thinks it's 80...(part of that is because of having lost the weight and then putting some of it back on again)...

So here I go again.

No grains... No sugar... No starch... (yep right before Thanksgiving and Hallowe'en)

The list of what I can eat is really short in comparison... when people ask me what I can't eat... I'm not looking forward to this in the least... especially getting rid of sugar again... but I put on at least 25 lbs in the last 6 months...not good... that's almost half of what I had lost...

So... Weigh-In Retake...measured this morning...as I will again do at the beginning of each month...
(numbers in brackets will be losses or gains since the last measuring day - measurements are in inches)

Ankles  - L -9 (+0.25)  R -8.5 (+0.25)
Calves - L - 16.5 (+1) R -16.5 (+1)
Thighs - L - 24.5 (same) R -25 (-0.5)

Wrists - L -6.5 (+0.5) R -6.5 (+0.25)
Forearms - L -10 (+0.25) R -11 (+0.5)
Biceps - L -14.5 (+0.5) R -14 (-1)

Hips - 45.5 (+0.75)
Belly - 42 (+1.75)
Waist - 36 (same)
Under Bust - 35 (-0.5)
Over Bust - 44 (+2.5)
Neck - 15 (+0.5)

So there we have it... didn't gain back nearly as many inches as I thought but I definitely gained it back in one of the areas I didn't want to...

Would like to get back to this...

apprx 165 (ish) lbs Oct 2012 - was quite happy with myself

Monday, July 29, 2013

What Was I Thinking...?

How am I feeling today...?

Scared to death.

Yep that's the long and the short of it... well technically it's not the long... that's the short of it... I'm about to get into the long of it.

So only three people know about what's about to happen... the first because he lives with me, the second because he told me about it in the first place and therefore has signed on to be a part of my support system to get through this, right Roo? :P... and the third my sister... because even though she can be judgemental at times she's still super supportive of me...

Roo and I were talking one night and he was telling me about this course he had signed up for and how he had to work on his homework and so forth... I told him how that was cool... and the conversation kind of went from there where he sent me a link to the place he had signed up at... lo and behold next thing I know I'm signing up for this Social Psychology course offered through Wesleyan University... looking through the other courses listed I find a 12 week long course through Duke University, Introductory Human Physiology... the psych one is a 6 week course...

I've been really excited at the prospect of taking these courses... especially the Physiology one because of all the time I've spent discussing the human body with Dr Awesome...who is a Physiologist... helpful.

So last night while I'm sitting here I get an email saying that the Physiology course is open over a week early...whoo!, right?... I was sitting here watching the welcome lectures and started getting probably more nervous then scared...but still a scary prospect trying to go back  to some sort of schooling so late in the game...yep...I'm old.

The Man is very supportive ... of course... he's my Rory :)
He's even looking into a couple courses he might be interested in for the end of summer.

So yeah a bit nervous... ok... a lot nervous...

I don't like failing anything...

Kinda how I'm feeling about this venture

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Aaaand Everyone Had a Part To Play...

Crazy Wacky Dream Time...

Apparently Squasha was down visiting and for some reason laundry service from his hotel brought his underpants and watch over while I was asleep and hung up (yes on a hanger) his underpants just inside my door.
After a little while suddenly Squasha stumbled through the door naked and yanked his underpants off the hanger and started to get dressed right there in the front entry way.

When I asked him what was up and why he was stumbling he said that he had just got back from a dentist's appointment and he was still really woozy and half of his face was still frozen.
So I offered to drive him and his rental car back to the hotel and The Man was to follow in my car.
They agreed and Squasha also offered that his friend was waiting for him at the hotel and that she'd make sure that he was fine for the rest of the evening.

Walked Squasha into the hotel and up to his room giving him a hug and a good luck in the hallway just before the door opened and there to my huge surprise was May (yes, May...as in Bing's new girlfriend). She looked all worried and hug Squasha without seeing me at first, probably good since the look on my face was one that shouldn't be seen by any. When she did see me finally she tried to conceal her look of surprise and guilt and started to say something, but I just put up my hand and walked back downstairs not listening.

I heard a party going on in one of the ballroom's of the hotel and it sounded very much like drumming, like DRD drumming. So I popped open the door as if I were supposed to be there and filed through the crowd, as I got to the stage area the DRD stopped and said they'd be back after a short break.

I went to say hi to them but a woman stepped in front of me and did one of those OMG! I haven't seen you in a long time type yells and action as she put her arms out to hug me. However, it was one of the derby girls (Assassin) whom I'd just seen the night before...she was really drunk.

As I was stepping away from her Utu  walked up to me and said hello as we hugged. We hugged and hugged, he scooped me up, lifting me up and placing me down so that I could sit on top of a table and continue hugging him. He made no move to stop or withdraw from the hug and actually put my legs around his waist so that I was hugging him completely.
I could feel at that moment all tension draining out of me and I started to smile, a real one. All he said as I started to smile (even though he couldn't see it) was 'Now isn't that better?'

Just as I was about to answer, Bing walked in, gaze immediately finding mine over Utu's shoulder and he started to make a beeline directly for us (since Utu was still standing there hugging me) and in a low voice and a really nasty look all he said was 'What the fuck is going on?'
Utu stood up and sighed as all tension came flooding back into me, Utu kissed my cheek and walked away. Leaving me sitting on top of a table nearly as tall as Bing, with Bing standing right in front of me looking angry. I just shook my head and said "I told you."

With that I woke up.

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

But What's In A Dream...

Had a horrible dream this morning...though I have to admit it was really nice to sleep in as late as I did...
didn't get up until nearly 10 this morning...

the dream was something you'd see in a horror film or a video game or some such... it was Zuulie-Bear and myself and we were pretty much running for our lives from these weird zombie like dogs...who had this crazy green saliva and if it contacted human skin then the human would get all crazy and zombie like... and my brave (I was going to say little, but let's face it Zuulie is a big boy) Zuulie-Bear kept attacking the dogs and killing them by breaking the backs of their necks...and I would just keep running and running....and calling for him to come with me... he'd kill a couple and then he'd run to catch up to me...and we found this old warehouse and it had a tower type structure and we ran up the stairs closing the doors behind us as we went... and near the very top there was this security guard who wasn't infected and he helped hide us out in this little tiny hall that sort of went no where... but then the dogs got in and went to attack him....and Zuulie jumped out and took down this big dog and tore his throat out...but when he did the guard got splattered by some of the green saliva and started vomiting and convulsing but I couldn't get through the big steel door...I couldn't squeeze through to get out and so I was trapped there... and Zuulie kept whining because he wasn't sure what was going on with the guard...he tried to get me out of the spot by tugging on my clothes...but then the guard got up and started to come after Zuulie with his gun...and I was screaming No and the dog was whining...and then there was a gun shot...so I thought the guard had shot Zuul but it was that another guard came and shot the guard that was infected...but then he raised his gun to Zuulie because he thought that he was infected too and I stuck my arm through the door and was frantically crying out No that Zuulie was my dog and he wasn't infected and he was trying to save me...

Finally it clicked to the guy that I was trapped so he opened the heavy door and let me out and showed Zuulie and I how to get back down to the street...at least if we were running then we weren't trapped completely...

However we made a couple of wrong turns and we ended up in a dead end with a bunch of dogs coming at us...Zuulie-Bear stood between myself and the dogs and went after as many as he could but ...I jumped in and started snapping jaws (forcing them to open wider then they're meant to and snapping them) until I looked over and saw Zuulie laying on his side, crying as three dogs attacked him...I tried to go over and save him but knew that it was useless...I threw myself down beside Zuulie and as he lay there dying from his wounds the dogs attacked me and started eating me...

I woke up quite loudly so I have to say I'm quite glad that Bing was long gone to work before that dream happened.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

24 days...

had a not so nice dream this morning before getting up...


The Man had taken me to the airport and as I was sitting there I realized I wasn't wearing what I had wanted to for my flight...then it dawned on me that all I had with me was my purse and I looked around as I realized that I didn't have any of my luggage and not only did I not have it that I also didn't remember packing...

So I quickly went to the counter and asked if I could be switched to a later flight (which by this time I had already sent a text to Big Daddy saying I was at the airport)...and ran back to the car...which was weird because instead of the Man running back out to the car with me it was Burton...she jumped into the passengers seat as I jumped into the drivers seat...then I drove like my ass was on fire (would have impressed gamers everywhere)

Got back to the house and suddenly Burton wasn't with me nor was The Man....I threw together my bags as fast as I could got changed into the comfy outfit for flying...and raced back out the door...into snow...?

All of a sudden dream flipped and I was in the car with Big Daddy and we were driving down a road in the middle of no where...he was holding my hand as he drove...and as I looked around he gave me a small smirk and said 'you'll be ok'...

Then I woke up.

it was really odd...but sort of funny at the same time...it would be so unlike me to not pack, not be ready...
I look forward to going to Reno...

I dunno maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me to not get too focused on the one thing and to just continue doing what else I would normally be doing...

can't just focus on my 'lady parts' I need to also remember that I need to get the kids ready for school next week, going to have a BBQ at Krammits, getting ready for Reno, and of course mundane shit like...laundry...


sometimes I just need to be reminded to breathe...

and not cry.

Pyramid Lake 2010

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Odd Things...Indeed...Squirrel!

I was bombarded last night with some really odd dreams...oh and as I said to Burton today via text... I must have been really fucking ugly last night...I went to bed at 12:30 am and woke up at 12:30pm today...wtf eh?

I ran into Dwayne and he and I went out get a cup of coffee and when we were walking out after an hour of visiting or so, we hugged by his car and as I said 'I've really missed you' I broke down crying and we just stood there hugging for a long time. He said that he had missed me too and that we would have to get together for coffee more often.

talk about odd...

few others that were weird was watching a group of marines while overseas...was helping them (sort of) I'm fuzzy about the details now... probably should have typed this up just after waking up...

another...

I went out and started slaughtering people on Valentine's Day...I mean I felt like it on Tuesday but not really enough that I figured there'd be any residual after effects that would make me dream about killing people...

I have to say though that I was quite impressed by all the ways I was killing tem and also by how efficient I was...

so besides weird dreams...

I went out with Burton on Saturday, went over to Buffalo to go visit PirateGirl. Well that and Burton had some stuff delivered to PirateGirls house. Went out and PirateGirl took us for lunch at a place called Betty's, I had the best burger. Oh...and the best bacon. Spar's bacon equals Epic Yummy Bacon!
I'm glad that I get to hang with Burton when I'm depressed...she doesn't badger me about what's wrong or doesn't try to force me to open up. She just tells me she hearts my face and we go on about the day.
Bought a lovely bottle of Twisted Moscato. Twisted is a winery from California...they make the first white wine that I enjoy. And I also like their White Zinfendal...their old vine zinfendal not as good. lol

Then Sunday we hung out again sort of... went to a Scentsy party that Burton was the consultant at. I had only met the Hostess once and that was at another party where I didn't know the hostess very well...it was interesting. And a bit of Fun. Saw Nickle again as well.

Burton asked me if I wanted to go out with her on Friday (as in tomorrow), going to... could use some dance floor time and can't get drunk on one bottle of wine so...we'll have to see how I do tomorrow. lol

so I'm being distracted by other things so I think I'll save the rest of my updating until after the weekend maybe...

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I'm not dead. yet.

I figured it was high time that I sat down and write something...

it's not that I haven't had anything to say in the last few months... it's just there was no way that I could sit down to start writing up a blog post without likely starting to cry or getting so angry that something I regretted came out...

to say that I had gotten depressed would be an understatement...a vast, huge, humongous understatement... I had stopped talking to Krammit...I barely spoke to the Man...didn't want anything to even remind me of Big Daddy... every time I went to open my mouth my eyes would begin to fill with tears... and it would take me a few moments to compose myself so that I could talk to anyone... I stopped listening to music...still have some trouble listening to a few particular singers...food was tasteless and therefore I didn't really want to eat very much nor very often...I stopped working out...I stopped going out... Burton was able to get me out of the house a couple of times to go and see PirateGirl over in Buffalo and it was so nice to be with the two of them because even though they knew that I was down they didn't try to 'fix' me or even ask me about what was bothering me... was the best thing I could have asked them to do for me...

Nothing really pulled me out of it... I just rode it out... I'm still riding it out...I knew the Dark Times were going to be hard for me this year...I don't know how I knew I just knew some how that they were going to be very difficult... and they really have been... I predict that I'll be back to myself again in February-ish...

I'm also having to deal with some health issues that I don't exactly know if I want to talk about...I know I generally always have but this just seems more severe...but how could it be possibly more severe then having a heart condition of sorts?? I don't know...

I admitted to Krammit the other day that I've foreseen me not seeing the end of the year in the same way as I am... sounds cryptic I know... but I've been having some really messed up dreams...way too realistic...

I'm confused...which I should just move there... I'm sure there's a Confusion located somewhere in the world... it seems to be my natural state so just seems like the place I should live...

Big Daddy...*sigh*...never mind I'm not even going to get into that whole conversation... let's just leave it with confusion at the moment... maybe I'll talk about it in another post... or maybe I'll just forget it...

I can't help but feel that no one really understands me...maybe it's just the pain I'm in trying to make me feel small...

the Manchild might be moving in...he has the next week and a half to decide if he's going to or not... he and his dad (and that crazy household) haven't been getting along very well...

(Yes I know this post is all over the place...but that's how my minds been the last little while) lol who am I kidding that's how my mind always is...

been thinking that the only thing that I'm good for with some of the male friends I have is sex...they don't seem to get in touch with me unless they're looking for some... some of them I haven't even done anything with which makes it even weirder... it's like I'm that 'friend' that you can send a message to that says 'I'm horny' and I'll respond with... 'that sucks what do you want me to do about it??' *shrugs*
seriously think I should have just became a prostitute...hell at least they get paid... I was making a comment to Parker (another friend of mine...female) that it seems boys pop up on the spring and winter to tell me how horny they are and how they'd like to get laid... (likely hoping that I'll offer or some shit)... they never really send me messages to say 'hi how ya doing?'... guess 'friend' is a word I use a little too loosely for them...

that can't really be all I'm good for... is it? *le sigh*

I'm having a crisis of faith... for a long time now I've been questioning what it is I believe... I may not fully believe in a Divine figurehead and I'm not sure what may change my mind one way or the other...I'm sort of on the fence... I believe in energy, that much I do know. We'll see what February brings.

there's so much more that I want to say... but I've been censoring myself from here about some specific things... I think there would have to be some changes before  I divulge that stuff... just wish I could see the light...

and not the train...

Friday, September 09, 2011

So There We Were...

a lot of people know that I;m open to all sorts of alternate lifestyles and so forth but this dream I had takes the freakin cake...

I pictured that not only did the Man and I find a new house to move into... but that Big Daddy was willing to live with us (at the Man's request) but that we also invited my Ex and his girlfriend (not the Junkie) to move in with us as well... all the kids... The Manchild, Boychild, my ex's other two kids and his gf's kids came to live with us as well...

the house that we got was huge... there was a room for the three of us....a bedroom that had once been a kitchen for my Ex and his gf...I sold them on the idea of the fact that if they wanted to keep separate from the rest of the household groceries and such that it was ideal for them to take that bedroom...then for all the kids there was three other bedrooms... an office that we could all run away to with our computers, a rec room in the basement, a living room, dining room and then (I like because I heart it so very much) a kitchen that looked exactly like Big Daddy's....

the house was gorgeous and was big enough that we didn't all feel cramped... the ex's gf's kids didn't live there full time but came on weekends, same with the ex's other two kids...Big Daddy's  son came to visit in the summer... so it was like a revolving door for the kids but all in all it was a pretty stable family home...

I was amazed in my dream that it was working so well...but holy shit talk about a weird friggin dream

I think it maybe sort of stemmed from the fact that the Man and I were talking about living arrangements and such last night before bed...and one that had been revisited was the fact that we had all discussed at one point Big Daddy living here with us...which of course would make my life a helluva lot easier...but that it was proven that wasn't going to happen in a huge way when Big Daddy bought a house... I had felt really hurt at the time and I suppose I still do at times when i think about it... and when it was sort of half mentioned he said something about how the family wouldn't like that too much or something along those lines... what he doesn't realize is the fact that it wasn't originally even my idea... it had been The Man's idea and want to have him live with us...so I'm fairly certain that with it being his idea in the first place that he was and still is alright with the idea, which he did say last night... the it's all moot now... since it's been made abundantly clear that, that is not what Big Daddy would want...

whole bunch more to blog later about last night... too tired right now... just woke up...

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Good Food and Strange Dreams...

Last night I tried a new recipe that I wasn't sure if my family would like... it was along the same lines as the lunch that the Pirate Girl made for Burton and I when we went to go visit her... I made a Garam Masala Chicken recipe with Basmati rice... to my surprise it was a huge hit with both kids and the Man... I sort of followed a recipe online... I say sort of because it called for tomatoes but I didn't have any so I used some tomato juice...and instead of just plain basmati rice I ended up mixing in some cumin seeds, rosemary, bit of thyme and some salt and pepper...also tweaked the chicken recipe a bit as well... but it was good... didn't have any yoghurt in the house so used a bit of sour cream instead... tonight's going to be a pork loin roast with some sort of potatoes...the kids have been complaining as we haven't had potatoes for over a month...lol

I've not been sleeping very well lately for a few reasons that I think I've already touched on in a couple of other posts... besides the fact that I seem to be a natural insomniac... so when I do get some restful sleep I tend to dream like there's no tomorrow... and in the last two days I've had some really strange ones... the first one I actually woke up from it, texted Big Daddy about it and then had a really hard time falling back to sleep... he and I were in it and he had crawled into bed with me and was being all lovey dovey with me (not giving details) and then as  we were kissing he strangled me until I was dead... yeah... odd as hell... was odd enough that he commented about it in the morning...
the next one was odd because the main person in the dream I've never actually met...it was Squasha's wife...in the dream we met...I walked into a hotel room knowing that he wasn't there and sat down with her and had a nice long talk and played with their son. When Squasha was due back for them to go somewhere for dinner I got up to leave and told her it was great to finally meet her and started for the door. She had asked me to join them and I politely declined before waving to their son and leaving. As I was walking down the hall to get to the elevator to go back down I walked right past Squasha, neither of us acknowledged the others existence... odd indeed.

one great dinner and two strange dreams...

Yesterday the Man, the Boychild and I all went to grab some groceries from the supermarket, we went to the local mall because we need the supermarket and the bulk barn... The Boychild had bought himself (with his own money) a thing of orange juice in a glass bottle while we were all in the bulk barn... as we were walking to the supermarket the Man decided he wanted to pick up one of McD's $1 drinks because he was thirsty so the boy and I just kept walking toward the store... the Boychild was trying to put his juice bottle back into his back pack as we were walking and .... *smash!* right between The Source and The Hallmark store his juice bottle turned into a bomb that scared us and the people around us... immediately I was making sure he was alright and he didn't get cut by flying glass...we barely had a moment to do that when from two stores down a woman was coming out of the Payless Shoe Source smiling and going on about how everything was ok and she was on the phone with the custodial people to have someone come down to clean it all up and how it was alright as everyone has accidents...the Boychild is a sensitive little sod, he had started crying (which made me think he was hurt) mainly because ...1 he dropped his juice and made a mess...2 he dropped his juice and he had 'just' bought it and only had a few sips from it and 3 because he got scared by the noise... the Payless lady not only called to have it cleaned up...she gave him a handful of stickers and told him a story about something that happened to her like that...she asked if I had the money to replace the drink and said if I didn't she'd find some so that he could have another drink... I assured he I did and that I was just going to take him over to the McD's to  grab him a soda or something from there to make up for the juice... after she had told him about her own story that mirrored his... a man that was sitting not too far away came over and told him that he was a good boy and that he shouldn't worry about it...then told us about his 9 grandchildren...

It was a real heart warming few minutes that restores your faith in people... that they would be willing to try to help the Boychild try to feel better as well... I didn't chastise him about dropping the juice, I wouldn't have even if those people weren't there to step up and tell him it was ok...

We started walking back over to the food court where the Man was and told him he missed all the excitement...he got us double cheeseburgers and got the Boychild a soda that was so big he had to hold it with both hands...so we sat for a few minutes and told him what happened before we went on our way to get the groceries...

Just a side note... I'm going to continue avoiding any and all McD's food (and shakes) except for the one in the town where I grew up... it does bad things to my gastrointestinal system... which I knew but didn't figure one cheeseburger would hurt... it did... :(

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Angry letters, new babies, strange happenings, future trips...

Angry letters... I found out that my father decided to write my sister a stupid message a facebook... I knew that she wouldn't respond to him, though if she told my mother about it it was likely that I would hear all their suppositions about why he would send her a message. It made me angry. And since I am such a reactionary person I typed him up a message and sent it off to him.

Most would likely wonder why I bothered, even I wondered why I bothered, but it was a case of all sorts of little shit had just been piling up until finally I just got mad and let it out. I suppose the fact that he sent a message to my sister was the last straw.

So he sent me a message letting me know that he was going to call me. He called. I didn't answer. I chose to make him leave me a message instead.

Instead of saying 'oh hey sorry you feel that way' ... no instead the jackass says "I figured if I called you could yell at me on the phone, I know it's not as good as doing it in person but it has to be better then via email, I'll call ya back.' - I mean wtf? srsly?

It was this time last year that I was packing a bag for a flight and the other thing I was doing was rescuing a kitten from crying in our back yard. A year later that kitten is bigger then the two other cats we already have (who are turning three soon) ... well now Ohanzee isn't the baby anymore (age wise he is but I'm not splitting hairs)
A few days ago I got a message from Okie asking if I could help her find a home for a ferret... I couldn't say no The Man and I have both wanted one for so long. So on Monday Okie and her wife brought him over to the house. His name is Mos. I'll have to post some pictures of him. He's already 4 yrs old but his a really gentle guy. I've already enjoyed some cuddle times with him.

There are those out there that would suggestion that I'm compensating and to them I say "Yeah? so fucking what?"

Strange happenings... sitting here at 2:20 am with the Man both of us in the living room ... whene suddenly a plaque in our kitchen falls to the floor with a loud bang... we both thought wtf? out loud....
about 15 mins later the Man gets up to make himself a mug of tea...he starts to pour the hot water into the mug and the side of the glass explodes out from the side of the mug, the man gets boiling water on his foot and after the initial shock of it...the Man realized that the water that landed on his foot hadn't burned him...the kettle had just clicked off saying it was done boiling...and when he went to put the piece back in the mug to see if there was any other tiny shards we should look for the piece didn't fit in there any more...it was bigger then the hole in the mug... and it's not like it was a cold mug or anything, he had just finished making tea in it a half hour before hand... it was a bit eerie...
After getting a really strange feeling I sent Big Daddy a text to make sure he was ok...thankfully he answered me...
So after all that the Man stepped into the shower... as he stepped into the shower the Boychild was opening the door to come into the living room... he was crying as he had just had a bad dream... when I asked what was wrong his answer was 'Dad died...' every time he's said that it's always made my stomach drop a bit. Obviously his dad didn't die he's in the shower. So he told me about his dream... Dad was going to the store because it was an emergency and if he didn't we wouldn't have any food to eat that night and on his way to the store he tripped... apparently 'people' came to the door to tell us he had died.
I say 'Every time he says that' because this is not the first time he's dreamed about his father dying... it's a bit creepy...

Future trips....*looks at the time* meh I'll talk about them another post...

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Now I'm Free....Free Falling ... Falling...


I just had an awesome dream that when I woke up made me feel very sad...

I have a friend who lives far away and sometimes when they come to visit we don't really have any time to spend together...and nowadays when I do get to see them I feel like I'm squeezed somewhere into their agenda...

In the dream they had come for a visit again and I had assumed that there wouldn't be time for any sort of visit with me so I didn't even ask about it this time... and was pleasantly surprised when they came to get me and we did all sorts of things together... went shopping, sightseeing, lunch and just hung out together... it was really nice I was really happy to get to hang with them...

I was invited to go to a party and they came with me... and we all had a really good time...after the day we had they were tired so went back to their hotel as I left with some others to go somewhere else after the party... just about to leave and the friend waved the car down just so they could have another hug... they smiled and told me they'd call me the next day...

They did.

It was awesome... and yet when I woke up I was so sad.

I just knew that...well to be honest... that will never happen.
Guess that's what dreams are all about ... getting caught up with the thoughts of stuff that'll likely never happen.

Hell after the last time I did get to see them when they visited I wouldn't be surprised if I don't get to visit with them again.

I suppose we'll see.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Oh,Daddy dear... You know you're still number one... But girls... They wanna have fun

Since I became sexually active (which was a really young age) I sort of knew that I liked girls as well as boys.

If I had to put them in some sort of order boys would definitely comes first by like a lot, but not exactly what I wanted to talk about.

I always have been attracted to girls but I never acted too much upon it because you never know when they're just joking around. I generally take it as such until they bonk me on the head and say 'Dude! Are you dense?!' lol

So I guess I'm sort of like some guys in that respect because believe me we females really do throw around a lot of mixed signals.

I've only really had two hardcore female crushes, and only was able to start acting upon one of them. Jewel and Sugar...lol and those names suit them really well. Sugar has since moved away and I've only seen her once since then. Jewel I know that she's still in the area somewhat because she had sent me a random email at one point and got my hopes up that we could be friends again.

Ya see... the night that she decided to act upon all the joking around that had gone on between the two of us was I night where I had been sick and been on anti-biotics... any women reading this might do the "Oooooh!" of realization when reading that little nugget of info. I don't feel like explaining it here...just know that it caused some frustration in regards to getting all naked and snuggly. Which of course Jewel took as some sort of rejection from me... which omg it wasn't.... and that's when it went downhill but I could never explain it to her as it was embarrassing.

fast forward to this morning...

Laying in bed I had a dream about her this morning and running into her again...which I would really really love to do.

It makes me wonder if I should try to get in touch with her again...in her last emails she had said that she doesn't get online much because she works all day in front of a computer so the last thing she wants to do is to get on one when she gets home from work.


Just thinking about her gets my all smiley and a bit of butterflies...it's really strange :P

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Have You Had Your Knuckle Sandwich?

When I was younger, a teen in high school, I had come home really late one night with a friend of mine who was sleeping over. I don't to this day remember where Bobbi and I had been that night only that we had been late for dinner and that I hadn't called. When we got home my Mom was really bitchy and instead of putting up with her bitching at me (us) about not calling and being late I started bitching at her right back. I o course was sent to my room and Bobbi was told to go ahead and get some supper from the kitchen.

I was bitching at my mother all the way to my room and was going on and on about how life was unfair and all that sort of teenage angsty shit.

I had forgotten that my dad was on the midnight shift and so I didn't remember that he was in bed at the time that I was doing all of this until suddenly he bust through my door.He back handed me in the mouth before I could even figure out he was in my room let alone smacking me. The blow sent me stumbling back onto my bed where I brought up both my legs and started kicking him. He smacked me it the face a few more times before he finally left my room again.

That night I left. I went out the window. The only problem was that my byfriend at the time lived across town in Fort Erie, where I was in Crystal beach. I only had one sort of friend at the time that lived close enough to me that I could get there before anyone would realize I was gone. Jordan's house. Though I hadn't talked to him in awhile.

I got to his place and talked to him. He lived with his grandmother at the time. They gave me a place to sleep. I ended up in his room while he slept out on the couch. I promised his grandmother, who didn't want any trouble, that I wouldn't be staying and that yes I would be going to school the next day. I didn't have any intention of going.

It was in the middle of the night and everyone was asleep. When I awoke to the sound of my mother's car. I crawled out of the bedroom I woke up Jordan and told him what was going on. He woke up his gran, and pleaded with her not to let them in and to tell them that I wasn't here.

She didn't and she did. She stood there arguing with my mother and my sister telling them that I wasn't there and that they hadn't seen me. I laid there in that bed thanking her profusely for sticking up for me and not letting them in. It was after all almost 3 in the morning.

He thanked his gran and she just muttered something about how I'd better be gone in the morning.

I was we made it look like I was going to school, but we snuck into one of the abandoned buildings nearby where we could see the road. We planned on hiding out there until the local transit was about to come by so that I could catch it down to Fort Erie.

I saw my mothers car go by a couple of times and was thankful for the hideout.

Five minutes before the bus was to come by I ran down the street because Jordan needed to get back to the house and I needed to get to the bus stop.

It was like a scene from some after school special, just as the bus was pulling up, so did my mother and father. He was out of that car swearing and shaking a fist at me while I was trying to wave down the bus to stop. It didn't.

So I started running from my father, finally I heard my mother scream at him... I'm not exactly sure how it happened after that. Somehow my mom convinced me to get in the car and told my father to walk home. It really wasn't that far. I went straight into my room and shut the door, my mother told me to get ready for school. I told her that my father had broken one of my teeth when he decided to back hand me in the face.

Thus ends that story... So I was having this odd dream this morning that helped me figure out why it is that for three weeks I could get up no problem at 7 am and now suddenly I'm dragging my ass out of bed, much later than that. I'll get to that after.

So this dream sort of mirrored the above story. I had gotten up and got the boys all ready for school and sent them on their way. Came back to bed and went to sleep. My sister came in and she commented about how the daylight savings time always screws with her clock and I was saying something about how it seemed to put me back on track again. I went to sleep. Then awoke to my mother bringing in a bag of cheerleading uniforms (likely because of the movie I watched before bed) and instead of just setting them down on the floor she threw the bag of them on me and started bitching about my still being in bed and how I was never going to get up and workout and lose any weight if I'm constantly sleeping in. So I got bitchy at this and started kicking my legs around causing all the clean uniforms to scatter all over the floor while yelling and bitching "Yeah here ya go here I'm working out how the fuck do you like that? do you think I'm losing weight now ma?!"

And like a blast from my past my dad busts open the door and moves around the side of the bed and has this look on his face that says 'yeah you know what comes next' to which I surprised even myself with saying 'Yeah I do'. I got up out of my bed an adult now, not some scared teenager and I cold clocked my father with a right hook. The look of surprise on his face and my mother's, who was at the door, especially as I came around with a left next. Then stepped up and kneed him right in the stomach. "Yeah, I'm not little anymore and you're no where near as scary." I said as I pushed him out the door into my mother, and then proceeded to throw all the uniforms out the door. Get this, I then got back into bed and went back to sleep.

My mom and dad haven't been together for over 10 years now. I think that's the part that  surprised me the most out of the whole thing, I was wondering what my dad was doing in the same house as my mother. I'm not sure why I didn't wonder why it was that my sister or mother were in my house.

I wasn't able to get to sleep until after 4am. Which even then  I had my alarm set for 10 am so that still would have been 6 hours sleep so I should have been able to get up. I have a feeling that it's because of the Man that I'm not getting a good night sleep. Between his snoring and his sleep apnea (which he isn't wearing his machine for any longer), I'm not able to fall asleep until I'm just too exhausted to stay awake.

I was able to go to bed at 2am and get up at 7:30 am in order to get the Boychild to school while he was gone to his mothers, and after taking the kid to school I would come home, work out and still stay up the rest of the day. That changed to being unable to do that...as soon as he got home.
The only nights that I was able to do that were the nights I took sleeping pills. I don't want to spend the rest of my life taking sleeping pills just to get a good nights rest.

Something's gonna have to change.

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Get All These Men Out Of My Dreams...

It's like remembering that there's cookies in the cupboard, go running out there only to find nothing there, the cookies are all gone.
That's the feeling I get sometimes... just that *gasp* oo oo ooo ... *groan and sigh*  - let down.

What really sucks ass is when you're in the midst of typing up a blog post and then your browser goes for a shit and you lose half the stuff you're working on because the auto save seems to fail you... *facepalms*

And I need to figure out why there was a big male reunion in my dreams last night... I mean not just Big Daddy and the Man... that's normal... but add in there Squasha, Iblis, Drunken Monkey, Narkash, Ooboo and Jersey... and just to make matters worse throw in my Dad... I was like what the fucking hell... I have no idea what was going... never found out why they were all there...


One of the things I despise is to not be given the chance to try to be there for someone when they're in need of mental/emotional support... it's like I end up making friends with only people who shut down and turn away instead when they're dealing with stuff.

I don't blame them, it's hard to trust people, it's just being an empath I can feel their depression and sadness/gloominess... and all I want to do is be there for them... sort of hard when only talking to them through a box... and I'm not going to get into the whole debate of you can't truly know people via the internet... because to me it's bull pocky...


My heart goes out to them...

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Keep Your Old Love Letters. Throw Away Your Old Bank Statements.


If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind, You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded but trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your like. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know, still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices with rise - politicians will philander - you too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one will run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

~Mary Schmich
Chicago Tribune