I had a nice dream the other day. I was standing somewhere, when Spencer Reed (yes, I had been watching Criminal Minds before I went to sleep) came up behind me and told me I was beautiful.
Think that is the first complement I ever gave myself.. :)
I also had a dream recently I was in the show one day at a time. but it wasn't a show, it was played as real life (aka no cameras, no audience) and some how I was all of the charaters. Very bizarre, but at least I wasn't being mean to myself.
its a start.
11.21.2008
11.20.2008
O!! M!!! G!!!!!!
Now this post is going to seem very silly to most of you, but the few people who understand will totally understand..
Philip Spaulding is returning to Springfield!!!
*Does happy dance*
ok seriously, Philip was my first crush. Totally. and he is one of the very rare and special memories from my childhood that were good. That I like being reminded of.
oh the joy..
Philip Spaulding is returning to Springfield!!!
*Does happy dance*
ok seriously, Philip was my first crush. Totally. and he is one of the very rare and special memories from my childhood that were good. That I like being reminded of.
oh the joy..
11.06.2008
why oh why
is my subconscious not nice to me??
Yesterday I dreamt that I was out shopping with a co-worker (aka my boss). we had stopped to get gas at a particularly large convenience store.. all the Halloween candy and supplies were on clearance, and this rather strapping young Asian man was looking at a rather fancy looking scrub top with flames and spiders on it. I snuck past him, and people were digging into bags of clearances candy. I went out to my car, and realized I left something in her car, and I went to go get it. Well my boss decided to drive off at that point, dragging me across the ground, because my lower half was hanging out of the car (like i had knelt on the ground and reached into her car) She claimed she had to because she was running late.. so I some how let go and stumbled out of the car. I made it back to the store, and the store had moved my car off the lot.. I woke up and was ticked at everything.
last night I was in a rather elaborate dream again, but I only remember bits. I was in a small open air tram (like at zoos) or large golf cart. We were driving past a long rectangular green, but the green had pool table pockets on each corner (like someone butchered a pool table and used the corners of that for the corners of the green). I was looking at the work they were doing on it, and then all of a sudden I saw a couple of lions running down the green. who ever was driving the tram panicked and sped up, and we made it to a rather large modern building that appeared to be someones home. We ran in, and hid behind a door. But the walls were glass - with parts of it frosted - so I could see into the main room. I saw my cats in there, and wanted to go and get them, but I was held back. Then the lions entered the house..
I woke up at the panic..
Why on earth can't I dream of handsome hunky guys giving me massages? or winning millions of dollars. Heck even lounging on the Rivera would be nice..
Lions??
well I'm back on my diet. I'm not happy about it, but I am less happy about hitting 195. so now I'm at 192. Food is fuel, not comfort.. food is fuel, not medicine.. food is just fuel.. period.
and I've promised myself when I see the bottom of the 180s again I'll schedule an appointment with a plastic surgeon for a consult..
Yesterday I dreamt that I was out shopping with a co-worker (aka my boss). we had stopped to get gas at a particularly large convenience store.. all the Halloween candy and supplies were on clearance, and this rather strapping young Asian man was looking at a rather fancy looking scrub top with flames and spiders on it. I snuck past him, and people were digging into bags of clearances candy. I went out to my car, and realized I left something in her car, and I went to go get it. Well my boss decided to drive off at that point, dragging me across the ground, because my lower half was hanging out of the car (like i had knelt on the ground and reached into her car) She claimed she had to because she was running late.. so I some how let go and stumbled out of the car. I made it back to the store, and the store had moved my car off the lot.. I woke up and was ticked at everything.
last night I was in a rather elaborate dream again, but I only remember bits. I was in a small open air tram (like at zoos) or large golf cart. We were driving past a long rectangular green, but the green had pool table pockets on each corner (like someone butchered a pool table and used the corners of that for the corners of the green). I was looking at the work they were doing on it, and then all of a sudden I saw a couple of lions running down the green. who ever was driving the tram panicked and sped up, and we made it to a rather large modern building that appeared to be someones home. We ran in, and hid behind a door. But the walls were glass - with parts of it frosted - so I could see into the main room. I saw my cats in there, and wanted to go and get them, but I was held back. Then the lions entered the house..
I woke up at the panic..
Why on earth can't I dream of handsome hunky guys giving me massages? or winning millions of dollars. Heck even lounging on the Rivera would be nice..
Lions??
well I'm back on my diet. I'm not happy about it, but I am less happy about hitting 195. so now I'm at 192. Food is fuel, not comfort.. food is fuel, not medicine.. food is just fuel.. period.
and I've promised myself when I see the bottom of the 180s again I'll schedule an appointment with a plastic surgeon for a consult..
11.03.2008
I may be unreasonable, but damn it, it is my money
I am SICK AND TIRED of shitty customer service (yes, I'm sorry, but I'm angry, and when I'm angry I usually swear, and I don't feel like editing)
so last night I go to the grocery store, and I get treated like shit from the CSM!! yes, the manager. For no reasons other than I existed, and I wanted to redeem a coupon that wasn't in her system (yes, her system.. she was that kind of bitch)
this morning I finally call my vet back. my cat had surgery last week and as a courtesy they call to check up on them. Well I was over reacting from moment one, so I wanted to give it some time to settle down (yes, him and me) and so I called today, saying he's having a hard time jumping up on things, and I wanted reassurance that it was normal. well the response was pretty much "well he just had major surgery you idiot, of course he is going to be in pain and he shouldn't be jumping!"
well it isn't like I'm asking him to jump through hoops and preform for me. Let me explain a little bit about my kitty. Ollie is basically EMO kitty. He's black with some white, and he's a major grump and we call him a grumpy ol man, and have since he was three! You tell him he can't do something, that is what he wants to do. If I lock him up, he won't eat and he will just sit there and be angry. I mean this cat has ripped out his own stitches with out disrupting the incision!! He's freakingly determined and pissy.. on a good day!!
I mean to nicely suggest that maybe he shouldn't be jumping at all, would have been nice. To say that the lack of coordination was normal because it was going to be causing him pain for a while would have been nice too.. but to tell me so bluntly that he shouldn't be jumping at all - implying that I'm forcing him to - just pisses me off.
and yes, this is the vet that "threw his arms in the air" when I called for the 20th time about my cat who was bleeding from her nose. I'm sorry. you are my vet. I expect when there is blood coming out of my pet, you would be there to offer suggestions and baring that, some comfort!!
fuck you.
I'll find a new vet.
oh like that is going to be easy.. *sigh* I wish I didn't know so much shit about the local vets.
so last night I go to the grocery store, and I get treated like shit from the CSM!! yes, the manager. For no reasons other than I existed, and I wanted to redeem a coupon that wasn't in her system (yes, her system.. she was that kind of bitch)
this morning I finally call my vet back. my cat had surgery last week and as a courtesy they call to check up on them. Well I was over reacting from moment one, so I wanted to give it some time to settle down (yes, him and me) and so I called today, saying he's having a hard time jumping up on things, and I wanted reassurance that it was normal. well the response was pretty much "well he just had major surgery you idiot, of course he is going to be in pain and he shouldn't be jumping!"
well it isn't like I'm asking him to jump through hoops and preform for me. Let me explain a little bit about my kitty. Ollie is basically EMO kitty. He's black with some white, and he's a major grump and we call him a grumpy ol man, and have since he was three! You tell him he can't do something, that is what he wants to do. If I lock him up, he won't eat and he will just sit there and be angry. I mean this cat has ripped out his own stitches with out disrupting the incision!! He's freakingly determined and pissy.. on a good day!!
I mean to nicely suggest that maybe he shouldn't be jumping at all, would have been nice. To say that the lack of coordination was normal because it was going to be causing him pain for a while would have been nice too.. but to tell me so bluntly that he shouldn't be jumping at all - implying that I'm forcing him to - just pisses me off.
and yes, this is the vet that "threw his arms in the air" when I called for the 20th time about my cat who was bleeding from her nose. I'm sorry. you are my vet. I expect when there is blood coming out of my pet, you would be there to offer suggestions and baring that, some comfort!!
fuck you.
I'll find a new vet.
oh like that is going to be easy.. *sigh* I wish I didn't know so much shit about the local vets.
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