The past few night I know I have been having some weird, messed up, odd dreams. Sadly, I haven't been able to remember any of them... I think I remembered something about one from Saturday night, because it made me think I needed to check something when I woke up... But I don't remember what exactly now...
Last night I had a dream so bizarre I actually remembered the main parts of it. I don't know what led up to it, or what happened after in the "story", I just remember thinking when I woke up, "What the fuck....."
So here it is, I shall call it "Cheerio Scorpion":
I was in a living room that was unfamiliar to me, so maybe it was my sister's house (she really needs her own place she is living with my dad. There is barely enough room for my dad, her and my nephew let alone another infant.). And I was watching my sister as she skipped around her couch, and her new baby was on the couch, like in an infant car seat. My sister was feeding the baby by throwing Cheerios, one by one, at the baby's face. (Disturbing I know, it gets worse...) In my dream I am thinking, "That's not how you should feed a baby..." Then I look closer at the baby and I see a little black scorpion climbing up her (she is having a girl after all) little tummy. I start freaking out, because I know that the smaller the scorpion the more poisonous the sting. My sister grabs a pair of tweezers and picks the scorpion up by the tail and kind of dangles it there (like a little kid would a worm doing the whole "OOOooooOO" thing). Then she throws it in the trash or something......
That's it. That's what I remember the most of all the whacked out dreams I have had the last few nights. I know a lot of the dream has to do with me being slightly miffed about certain things that have happened over the last week, but still.... How fucked up... The biggest thought in my head was my sister needs.... A lot of things... I don't feel comfortable going into that because you never know who could decide to read these things... If you want more in depth answers message me.
In other exciting news: Collin and I made what we hope is a good investment towards our longevity. After Collin found out he was going back to work he made mention he would like a gym membership and I said no. Being that I work in the office I work in, I know that they can turn out badly, and in the long run it's cheaper to invest in a good piece of at home equipment. After hours of online research we found an elliptical through Costco. It will be here Friday, and then the adventure of putting together begins. I am excited.
Another project I am doing this weekend is going to get my hair colored and cut again. It's been three months since the last color and I have about an inch of blah grow out showing. The pink has held up well and I am going to be adding more when I see Leeann this weekend. After that I am (probably) going to see my mom, if that falls through then I might pop over to my dad's. We shall see... Mom can be a little flaky when it comes to making plans lately.
I gots to skedaddle...
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I Need To Make Bail!
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I'm going behind bars for "GOOD"
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Real Quick To Cover The Hangers
1. I am absolutely 100% NOT pregnant. Thank god. The queasiness went away, took a test also, it came back negatory!
2. I know I said 48 hours about the other thing, but last week was just too freaking crazy. Being sick and working and everything was not fun. Jail. I was nominated by someone to "serve time" for MDA's (Muscular Dystrophy Association) annual Telethon Executive Lock Up. My bail is set at $2,400 and I have every intention of hitting that goal, or at least coming damn close. I will eventually be posting more info including a link to my MDA Lock Up homepage where people can make secure (tax deductible) donations. I am really excited to do this as it is one of my goals for this year to give back to charity.
3. This is like the best news: After being laid off from work for one week and six days, my husband go another position with in his old company!! He went back to work on Friday, same pay, same everything. The only new thing is his title and his schedule. Which we still aren't sure exactly what it will be.... More than likely he will be working weekends for now, which sucks since I obviously work weekdays. BUT, I would rather have him working and me not get to spend all weekend with him, than have him NOT working at all. Plus, now we can get all of our shit paid off!!! WoooHooo!!! I am so freaking happy, and have been since Thursday (the day he found out he was going back to work). I have two lovely floral arrangements that I will eventually post pics of on Myspace...
4. Do you ever feel like you invest way too much of yourself into others, and other things (like work)? I rarely feel this way anymore since I learned my lesson about balance and knowing when you are useful, and when you are just being used. Lately, I feel like I have invested more than I should in a couple of things, predominately work. I keep thinking, "Why am I doing this when it's not my responsibility?" Not that I mind the work, but if someone doesn't care enough to do something, then why do I? Ultimately, I know WHY I do the stuff I do, and that's because I want where ever I work to be a successful environment, and preferably work with people I don't loathe. I have that for the most part, but more and more I realize my job title doesn't come close to encompassing all the extracurricular bull shit I have to deal with so that OTHER people look good too.... This is turning into a monster of a topic and I feel like I am gonna start rambling, but yeah, that's been bothering me lately... If that even made any sense to anyone...
And that's about it. Sorry K I know you were hoping for a mini-Alicia, but I am just not ready yet! Someday maybe...
2. I know I said 48 hours about the other thing, but last week was just too freaking crazy. Being sick and working and everything was not fun. Jail. I was nominated by someone to "serve time" for MDA's (Muscular Dystrophy Association) annual Telethon Executive Lock Up. My bail is set at $2,400 and I have every intention of hitting that goal, or at least coming damn close. I will eventually be posting more info including a link to my MDA Lock Up homepage where people can make secure (tax deductible) donations. I am really excited to do this as it is one of my goals for this year to give back to charity.
3. This is like the best news: After being laid off from work for one week and six days, my husband go another position with in his old company!! He went back to work on Friday, same pay, same everything. The only new thing is his title and his schedule. Which we still aren't sure exactly what it will be.... More than likely he will be working weekends for now, which sucks since I obviously work weekdays. BUT, I would rather have him working and me not get to spend all weekend with him, than have him NOT working at all. Plus, now we can get all of our shit paid off!!! WoooHooo!!! I am so freaking happy, and have been since Thursday (the day he found out he was going back to work). I have two lovely floral arrangements that I will eventually post pics of on Myspace...
4. Do you ever feel like you invest way too much of yourself into others, and other things (like work)? I rarely feel this way anymore since I learned my lesson about balance and knowing when you are useful, and when you are just being used. Lately, I feel like I have invested more than I should in a couple of things, predominately work. I keep thinking, "Why am I doing this when it's not my responsibility?" Not that I mind the work, but if someone doesn't care enough to do something, then why do I? Ultimately, I know WHY I do the stuff I do, and that's because I want where ever I work to be a successful environment, and preferably work with people I don't loathe. I have that for the most part, but more and more I realize my job title doesn't come close to encompassing all the extracurricular bull shit I have to deal with so that OTHER people look good too.... This is turning into a monster of a topic and I feel like I am gonna start rambling, but yeah, that's been bothering me lately... If that even made any sense to anyone...
And that's about it. Sorry K I know you were hoping for a mini-Alicia, but I am just not ready yet! Someday maybe...
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Cheerios Are Not So Cheery In Reverse....
I have some sort of stomach issue... I do not do well with stomach issues. Yesterday morning I woke up, felt a little nauseous, but forced my self to eat a bowl of Cheerios and half a bagel.... Not a good idea!
About an hour later (and about thirty minutes before I needed to leave for work) the Cheerios made an encore appearance in the toilet... It was not fun... I then went to work and suffered until about ten. I went home until one and slept, and I felt better so I came back and finished my shift at work. Felt fine, ate dinner, watched TV, and went to bed.
Woke up this morning feeling a little queasy so I knew not to push my luck. I had a piece of toast and then went back to bed for a half hour more. If I had my way I would have stayed in bed all day... No such luck, I can't afford to miss anytime and as it was I need to make up the two hours I lost yesterday. I managed to keep the partial piece of toast down (I couldn't bring myself to eat the whole thing), and while sitting on the couch for the last few moments before I had to go to work it hit me. In the past the surest/quickest way for me to get over a sour stomach in the morning is soda. As most of you who read this regularly know, I swore off soda over two months ago.
After getting to work my stomach was killing me, I knew if I could just have a little soda I would feel better. (Something to do with the sugar and the carbonation.) So in desperation I called Collin and asked him to pick me up a small soda ASAP. He brought it to me and within the first few sips my stomach settled and I felt mildly functional.
I hate that I fell off the wagon, but I am not going to make it a regular thing. I did have him pick up some cans of soda in case this stomach thing should continue. And yes, I know what most of you are thinking, just like last time I was sick like this. Renee already mentioned it and I told her to bite her tongue off. I know I am not...
Collin is a wise enough man that if something went wrong he would have told me so I could have taken other precautions.
In other news, I am going to jail... More will be posted on this within the next 48 hours. I will leave you hanging for now....
About an hour later (and about thirty minutes before I needed to leave for work) the Cheerios made an encore appearance in the toilet... It was not fun... I then went to work and suffered until about ten. I went home until one and slept, and I felt better so I came back and finished my shift at work. Felt fine, ate dinner, watched TV, and went to bed.
Woke up this morning feeling a little queasy so I knew not to push my luck. I had a piece of toast and then went back to bed for a half hour more. If I had my way I would have stayed in bed all day... No such luck, I can't afford to miss anytime and as it was I need to make up the two hours I lost yesterday. I managed to keep the partial piece of toast down (I couldn't bring myself to eat the whole thing), and while sitting on the couch for the last few moments before I had to go to work it hit me. In the past the surest/quickest way for me to get over a sour stomach in the morning is soda. As most of you who read this regularly know, I swore off soda over two months ago.
After getting to work my stomach was killing me, I knew if I could just have a little soda I would feel better. (Something to do with the sugar and the carbonation.) So in desperation I called Collin and asked him to pick me up a small soda ASAP. He brought it to me and within the first few sips my stomach settled and I felt mildly functional.
I hate that I fell off the wagon, but I am not going to make it a regular thing. I did have him pick up some cans of soda in case this stomach thing should continue. And yes, I know what most of you are thinking, just like last time I was sick like this. Renee already mentioned it and I told her to bite her tongue off. I know I am not...
Collin is a wise enough man that if something went wrong he would have told me so I could have taken other precautions.
In other news, I am going to jail... More will be posted on this within the next 48 hours. I will leave you hanging for now....
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