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Yellow and Black

Two more days, two more dreams about yellow and black. How odd.

A friend suggested it may have something to do with my third chakra. I’ll have to check that out.

I woke up DIZZY this morning. Now that you are done laughing because we all know how dizzy I can be, what I mean was that I had the bed spins without the fun of having the drinking the night before. Not really sure what was going on, so I just went back to bed. Maybe it was just sinus issues? Who knows.. and who really cares? I’m up for my second attempt at morning and getting what I need to done.

I have to go to the bank, Target, grocery shopping and the nuthouse. Yes, you heard me right, the nuthouse, which is one of my favorite places to go. I have a local producer of nuts in my area (and it’s not my house) and I love to go in there and pick up their seconds and cheap nibbles. Last time I was in there, they had all kinds of things you could use to bake goodies with, and since I’m hosting a party for a bunch of teenaged girls tomorrow, I think I better get busy on the baking of said goodies.

I know, a boring blog, but they can’t all be spectacular, now can they? Lol

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I had spent so much time writing a dream I had in here yesterday and then when I went to post it, I hit the wrong button and BLAM!! there it went, out of existence. As if I had never written the darn thing. HOW FRUSTRATING!!

I don’t know if I’m willing to write the whole thing AGAIN, maybe I’ll give you highlights, which isn’t that easy since I dream in vivid detail at times.

1. Helicopter Crane, Statue of Blind Justice on top of a skyscraper, blue.
2. Dark man that’s in MANY of my dreams. I never see who he is, I’m just safe and protected when he is. He’s always “showing” me things.
3. Small house, paneling on one wall, mirror on the other, hallway to kitchen with doors on either side.
4. Young man who morphs into a yellow slit-eyed creature with pointy teeth.
5. Yellow gray gaseous state with reddish orange at the bottom, parting to have a leathery creature with webbing at every joint, squealing and squirming, held by Dark man’s arm and then dropped into the void, then the swirling yellow gray area closes.
6. Dark haired woman who I see, then see from her perspective and white yellow energy flowing from her.
7. Something that looked like a bullet with a coiled spring over a CO2 cartridge.
8.Another leathery creature that I see being dispatched by white-yellow energy.

There you go, the cliff notes to Sharon’s wacky dream. The next night I had another dream that seemed similar, but I was awakened repeatedly by my cat, so I can’t be sure if it was or I just thought it was.

On another front. I got to see the Dr.Who 2008 Christmas Special. Yes! It was another good episode. I’m so hoping that I might get to see them filming while I’m in England this summer, but what are the odds? We’ll see!

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Busy Saturday

Saturday was social central for us. We started off by going to a local pub and having an early supper with a friend I hadn’t seen in close to 28 years. She and I had been buddies in elementary school. It was great to visit with her, her husband and her son. Hopefully, that won’t be a one time thing!

Then we went to the End Zone Bar and Grill with our son for his birthday. He had a group of friends meet him at the bar and we all just hung out.
I was treated to something called an Afterburner. Whew.. appropriately named. It had gold flakes in the bottom of it. I don’t EVEN want to know how much that thing cost!!

Sean knew the owners so he was well taken care of. I’ll post a few pictures.

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Cough Cough Cough

Last night I had to build a fire in the pellet stove we have in the basement. It was 28 degrees outside and the heat pump was trying it’s best, but it wasn’t winning.

Hubby was supposed to have started the fire, as he’s done all winter long, but it had been a long night for him and I guess he just forgot, so I decided I’d go take care of it. It’s been a few years since I’ve had to do it. What could be so hard?

I opened up the front of the stove and gawked at all the ash in there. Yikes! I guess it hadn’t been cleaned after the last time it went out.

Looking around, I saw the small shop vac we had gotten just for cleaning out the stove. I plugged it up, grabbed the hose and turned it on. A GINORMOUS cloud of ash came spewing out of the back of the vac behind me, which of course I didn’t see as I was trying to suck up more ash from the stove, until it swirled above me and began to cloud my vision. Can we say EW?! I could barely see, much less breathe as I turned off the offensive vac, and straightened to see the mess I had created.

The light brown cloud of ash was hanging in the air, showing no signs of settling anytime soon but promising to settle and STICK to everything once it did. Sigh, I knew what I’d have to do tomorrow. Grrrrr.

My son came down the steps on his way to bed and said, “It’s awfully smokey down here!”

I explained my shop vac situation to him and he said, “Oh, that’s been like that for awhile. You can’t use that one, you have to use the other one.”

Ok, if we have a NON FUNCTIONING shop vac, pray tell why is it sitting next to the stove as if it’s the one that’s used?? Why isn’t it in the DUMP by now… or fixed? That’s what my dusty, sooty, ashy, coughing self would like to know!!

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LIfe Lately

I’m not sure what to write today. It’s a gray day out and I feel I need to do something to get me up and running.

I’m fighting the coffee monster. I LOVE coffee, but it doesn’t like me. It makes me swell, gives me headaches within 12-24 hours if I don’t drink another cup and I get really cranky when I’m coming off of it. But the smell, the feel of it in my mouth, the warmth and taste is just too much of a siren song for me, especially on gray days. Those days, with their slightly damp chill in the air are the perfect days for a fresh pot of brew in the kitchen, some good music and time to reflect on how things are going.

What I would prefer would be that gray days meant I was a powerhouse worker, flying through the piles on my desk and whipping out spreadsheets, emails and reports, so that the sunny days would be free to wander in the woods or take care of things outside of the house. But for some reason, gray days just don’t seem as productive. I want to revert to when the kids were in the living room, playing games or watching tv and I would be baking something. We used to bake a LOT. Kids would come in and “help” for a bit and then disappear licking their fingers, only to return when they wanted to “help” again. It was ok with me. The measuring, the mixing, the smells from the coffee pot mixed with fresh cookies being baked blended with the chatter of small voices and random giggles were the stuff of my life. I miss them.

Now the Dr. says baked goodies are ok, as long as I give them away. The living room is quiet and the most I have to compare to the sound of kids in the house is the occasional spat the cat and dog get into. Sometimes I revel in the quiet. Sometimes I’m a bit lonely. All the time it gives my brain a chance to think. You know, there is something to be said for the old adage, “Sometimes you think too much.”

This weekend is my son’s 22 birthday. Hard to believe, but every year I say that. He planned his own party this year and invited us. It was kind of strange, but really, for this child, it was the best way to go. No one else ever seems to be able to provide for him the kind of party he wants, so it’s best to just attend. I’ll make dinner for him on Sunday and we’ll have a cake or something then. And his sister will be coming home to spend the weekend with him, so that’ll be good to see her. I miss her, she still likes to cuddle.

All in all life isn’t bad now, it’s just so different. And it’s changed even more than I ever expected. I’m still very happy with my job, and my family is always first, but my friend base has changed somewhat and while I still feel a bit bereft by this change, I’m going out with a few friends tonight for a girls night out and I’m really looking forward to it. And I talked to an old friend the other day, and he made me laugh so hard that I felt bad that I hadn’t talked to him as much in these past years. I guess it was all the time and effort required by others that limited my time in developing and maintaining other relationships that made things difficult, but now that that isn’t a problem anymore, and while I can’t say I don’t miss them terribly, I’m not feeling guilty all the time or like I’m being torn in many little pieces by how I wasn’t able to be everything to everyone. Now I can focus on being me and catching up with dear old friends and developing relationships with new ones.

Such is the ever-changing path we wander in out lives, eh?

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Um, I dreamed my mom and dad were in bed with me.

Before you go nuts here, let me clue you in a few things.

1. I dreamed my parents were SLEEPING, or trying to, in my bed. They were crowding me. Dad next to me, Mom by my feet. I remember hearing them talking to one another and could feel their weight in my bed.

2. Both of my parents are dead.

The night before, I woke up because I felt a thump on my bed. The cat likes to sleep with me.

Wait! That’s a lie. The cat DEMANDS that she sleep with me. She even comes to get me for bed around 10:30 every night … but I digress.

I woke up because I thought the cat had either jumped down or up on the bed and felt the bed move, but when I opened my eyes (which was right away) the cat was curled up in her sleeping position and simultaneously gave a pitiful “mew” – code for “why are you bothering me”? So if she didn’t move, how did my bed move?

I lay in my bed dozing for the next half hour, worrying about the monsters that might be in my room or under my bed, but nothing else happened, so I probably just had one of those physical jolts that you have when you are sleeping and thought it was a thump on my bed. Still, isn’t it funny how you revert to childhood thoughts and fears when things go bump in the night?