Dream- Second Coming

I came out of a building in the winter time and had to help this man drive home. I get to the car and he jumps in the driver's seat and takes off, driving crazy. I run after him yelling until he stops and I get in. He says I was too slow and wouldn't make up my mind. He somehow falls out and Shannon Doherty (I hate her) gets out of her SUV to see if this jackass, whom she knows, is ok. She offers him a ride and since i am his caregiver i go along to. I pull myself up into this very high seat and slide the bench behind me back. We go to her camper thing. It is huge, but not to fancy. No one else notices the sludge on the ceiling coming from the kitchen. I realize it isn't grease, but dirty snow/ice that came in the vent as they were driving. It is thick and all over the place. Like a snow cone gone bad. Then we are all girls and part of this important group. I am this small young girl. My friend tries to prove that I am in fact a member. She tells them I can sense this stuff under the water and throws something in. I dive in for this orb, which comes up so translucent it almost seams invisible, but for the iridescent sheen. I float in the air holding the globe and realize I am God. I am the second coming although I am actually the first. By merely thinking it, I created the universe in the few moments I sat in the air holding the globe. I did everything God was known for. So Jesus came first...

How cool is that?

Which Endless are you?

Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge
of the Dreaming, all imagination and
creativity, everyone knows your beautiful
realm, but none truly understand it. You are
dark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot of
time by yourself, just thinking. You are almost
as serious as Destiny, but not quite. Everyone
is enchanted by you, but you keep them all at a
distance, even when you shouldn't.


Which Endless are you?
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Kidz bop

I am not a religious person. I feel that some people take their beliefs too seriously. So it is not for love of Christ or biblical morality that I say "Kidz Bop? What are you people thinking? Are you retarded?"

Kidz Bop is a music CD you can buy off TV. The commercials are on all the time. It is "songs for kids sung by kids." Sounds great doesn't it? But before you go and buy these atrocities for your children, let me ask a few questions.

Do you allow your children to listen to all songs on the top 40? Have you listened to the top 40 lately or in the last few years? Because that is what is on these CDs; kids singing adult themed songs by artists such as Mariah Carey, Alicia Keys, Weezer, Black Eyed Peas, Gorillaz, Green Day, Avril Lavigne and many more. Here are some lyric samples:

"The feeling that I’m feeling
Now that I don’t hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
Cause I don’t have a choice
Oh what I wouldn’t give
To have you lying by my side
Right here cause baby..." We Belong Together, Mariah Carey

"Weren't you the one that said, that you don't want me anymore.
And how you need your space, and give the keys back to your door.
And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me.
But still you said that love was gone, and that I had to leave.
Now you, talkin bout a family
Now you, sayin I complete your dream
Now you, sayin I'm your everything
You confusin me
What you say to me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me" Karma, Alicia Keys

"Where I come from isn't all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me...
I'm just a no-class beat down fool
And I will always be that way
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play
Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
Livin' in Beverly Hills..." Beverly Hills, Weezer

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
Hey, baby my nose is getting big
I noticed it be growing when I been telling them fibs
Now you say your trust's getting weaker
Probably coz my lies just started getting deeper
And the reason for my confession is that I learn my lesson
And I really think you ought to know the truth
Because I lied and I cheated and I lied a little more
But after I did it I don't know what I did it for
I admit that I have been a little immature
Fucking with your heart like I was the predator...
No,no, no, no baby, no, no, no, no don't lie..." Don't Lie, Black Eyed Peas

Don't get me wrong, I love these songs. I think they are great! But I am 30 years old, not twelve or younger, the target ages for Kidz Bop. As a parent I let my children listen to many of these songs, but I am not so ignorant to think that just because they are sung by kids that they are for kids. These songs are monitored by me first. And this is how this product is marketed. I would rather kids hear these lyrics by adults, because then they know these are adult issues. Children singing this kind of material just validates the idea that these are morally good for children.

I am no Tipper Gore. I abhor sensorship. I am not talking about restricting these songs in any way. But I believe it's wrong to try to pass these off as songs for children! And with the newest release, Kidz Bop 9, this damn thing must be popular. Are people really this stupid and ignorant to fall for this? Really, I wanna know. Or does every parent who buys this for their kids think its ok for kids to listen to other kids singing these types of songs?

My husband agrees with me on this, and we shake our heads everytime a new Cd comes out, beginning with Kidz Bop ("30 newly-recorded, kid-friendly versions of today's biggest songs!") Yeah, this one has the song Slide by the Goo Goo Dolls (which I personally love) that is about an unwed, unplanned pregnancy:

"Could you whisper in my ear
The things you want to feel
I’ll give you anything
To feel it comin’
Do you wake up on your own
And wonder where you are
You live with all your faults

Chorus:
I wanna wake up where you are
I won’t say anything at all
So why don’t you slide

Yeah we’re gonna let it slide

Don’t you love the life you killed
The priest is on the phone
Your father hit the wall
Your ma disowned you

Don’t suppose I’ll ever know
What it means to be a man
Something I can’t change
I’ll live around it

I wanna wake up where you are
I won’t say anything at all
So why don’t you slide

Yeah we’re gonna let it slide

And I’ll do anything you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothing that fall
Oh,may put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh, May do you wanna get married
Or run away...."

Narnia and annoying children

I took the kids to see Chronicles of Narnia last night. Ok, so I wanted to go to. Chantz didn't want to go, so he stayed home with Bruce. It was great. I was surprised how close to the book it was and how it didn't leave too much out. I have the set in storage and picked them up today. At less than 200 pages, I am not surprised now that the movie came out so well.

But...

At the theatre there were about 15 or so "eleventeen" year olds sitting in the front. These kids weren't whispering, they were yelling! Chatting! Disrupting the movie! So I, pissed, went down and asked them, sorry, told them to SHUT UP! They just looked at me and kept it up. 5 minutes later this teenager in charge actually told me that I was too loud and that I needed to keep it down! WTF? So I said fine, next time I'll come get you. He says ok. I say, well they are still doing it! He walked off and did nothing. I fumed. It got worse. They flitted from one aisle to another, hopped over rows and yelled and laughed and ran around! I tried to ignore it and watch the show. I waited for someone else to complain. Someone else had to!

Nothing.

Finally toward the end of the movie I got up, went to the back and told the only working employee and his friend who was hanging around, that they were loud, had been loud the whole time! I did this after he got off the phone, btw. I went back down and waited for him to come dispense some justice. I watched the movie, tried to ignore them though they got louder and louder, deciding that I was never coming back to the Rose Theater again, ever. So its the only one in a 50 mile radius! I'll go to Sidney (50 mi), or Miles City (75 mi) or Dickinson (90 mi) before I ever go back to that sh#@hole! Finally, 15 minutes later, when he was done talking I am sure, he finally came down and broke it up.

I worked at the Centre Theatre in Sidney back in highschool. I know the drill. I also know that you keep the fudging doors shut so that light doesn't come in and to keep the noise out. The Rose always keeps one set of doors open! That's how the employee can listen, supposedly. Then how could he not have heard all that shit down there, yet heard me tell them to shut up? I wasn't even very loud! I think someone else turned me in. I am never going back. I may, however, call the owners and complain. (This is a one screen show hall that has been there forever- we live in the middle of nowhere, remember!)


Merry Christmas and go see the show, it was good. I may just wait for the movie to come out on video next time.

Ma and Bill came and dropped off the presents and went back to Sidney. Alice (MIL) and Larry (FIL) can't make it either; they are working in Texas. No other hotshots down there will run till after New Years! The oil field doesn't stop for holidays.So A and L couldn't turn the opportunity down and picked up some jobs. Not just for the money, but it says something about them and their company; gives them an even better rep than they had. Dschaak's RoadRunner Service is reliable. My man doesn't work though! I hope... Cousin Sherry is staying with us for Christmas; her sister bailed on her at Thanksgiving and no one knew. Alice and I aren't letting that happen for this holiday.

Enough. Must make cookies now. Later, Dawn

Evil! Sinister!

I am so bored and can't get back to sleep, Bruce is teething and woke me up. Now he's konked out peacefully in my spot on the bed. But that's not what is evil. I went to all my favorite blogs. I read and commented, and even read other people's comments, which are sometimes tedious and sometimes hilarious. Then I thought I would browse for other blogs, but didn't find any links I found interesting. And it was taking too much thought. But that's still not what's evil. So I decided to surf- I clicked on "next blog" on the blogger bar.

Not interesting... stupid... not in English... wtf? Is that stream of conscious? No, no its not and its not rambling either. It almost looks like a bunch of key words about roulette games and other stuff just thrown in.

NEXT

WTF? I am rerouted to some stupid roulette site and cannot go back or forward! I am stuck at some game site! How sinister! How evil! How dare they! It's abuse I tell you!

So I click on the back arrow and choose from the drop down menu the site before Roulette Games and get the hell outta there. Then I realize I have just found something to do, something to blog about. I do it again, and this time it actually takes me to the next blog! Have I defeated it? Have I won? Lets check it out. I'm gonna do it again. BRB.

YES! It has been defeated! For the time being, anyway. I gotta go now, this next blog I found may be interesting. There was Japanese Anime and who can resist that at 5 o'clock in the morning? Who can resist typing out "o'clock" at 5 o'clock in the morning?

Hmmm? Who?

My Insanity, My Hell

I am not making this up**. I am not exaggerating or fishing for sympathy to cover for my "insanity" or to excuse my spazzing. My children do not act in this way because I am a bad mother. They don't "learn" these things from me. My son is diagnosed with a Pervasive Developmental Disorder. My daughter is in no way ordinary, either. And she does not act in this way because she copies her brother (which is why she has been denied evaluations; I consistently get brushed off.) I am an adult and don't have to explain myself, I know this. What I do need to do though is vent.

My kids will consistently and repeatedly do the following:

1. Choose the hardest way to do EVERYTHING
2. Pick the most cluttered or dirtiest place at the table to sit
3. Do the same wrong thing over and over again, and not learn from their mistakes
4. Argue or contradict everything Chantz and I say or tell them to do
5. When asked not to do something, do it even more and even worse than before
6. And many other things I cannot think of at the moment
   

If you had to live with this day in and day out, you'd be crazy, too. You would loose it and spaz as I have. You would also need to take medication. You would not need people to ridicule you or make jokes, like "Did your mom take her pills today?" You would not need this because it is rude and undermines your authority over your children, because they are not "magic" pills that stop working if you miss one, they don't start working the first day you take them. These little wonders actually take up to two weeks to work and have side effects during that period that actually make you worse. Mocking is definitely not needed.

I swear to god, if you dealt with what I deal with everyday, you would need some kind of therapy. Because I highly doubt you could handle it either, unless you're a Saint of some holy sort.

They are not bad kids. They do not do this on purpose and they do do these things as often as I say they do them!

**This post is in no way directed at "you" my readers, but the people in my life I deal with daily.

New corpse

"I kiss the crumpled violet and not coffee."

Mine is the last panel. I like this one; it turned out pretty nicely. This is the first last panel I have gotten to do. All the other ones were panel 3! And just last night I uploaded my first ever panel 1! I can't wait for it to be finished.

Dream- running naked and stuff

I am at this place- open and very white. A bunch of people are there; we all write and draw. My guy friend doesn't know I blog; he had one and I wonder if he's updated it in a while. He is writing and drawing in this group in real life.

Then I am another girl (I think) and I had an episode where I had run in the middle of the night naked. We are in a house now, but still with the same type of people. People like to say things like, you're one to talk, you were out naked!

So I am trying to discover what happened because I can't remember. Finally this mother figure tells me it is _____. _____?
"Didn't you figure it out when he couldn't keep his stories straight?" she asks me. Then she tells me he drugged my water. I had thought it was breakfast time and drank this water. She says she kept smelling roses. She found the room filled with these clear glasses of rose scented water and she was trying to get rid of them. Apparently, the naked thing wasn't supposed to happen. Whatever he tried to do backfired.

"Why didn't he just tell me he liked me?" I ask her.

She says because he didn't think we were compatible. WTF? We have so much in common, we both love to write and draw (we're at this thing, remember?). This guy is kind of bookish/sciency and shy. I don't get it. I am intrigued by this. What he did isn't even important to me. I just realized a guy I have a crush on likes me!

He had given me a folder with all these notes and pictures to explain what happened to me and it was laying in a corner on the floor. So I go over to pick it up and throw it away. This gets his attention. He comes over to me and starts talking about some of the stuff in it. As he is reading to me, I slowly step into the crook of his arm, so it is now around me. This is done very subtly. He doesn't seem to notice. He is very intent on reading. I am very intent on capturing him. As he nears the end of the page I wait and wait. As he finishes reading I turn to him and plant a kiss on his mouth. It is a perfect kiss- our lips are perfect and our tongues are perfect, it is slow and nice and wonderful. Very dramatic and passionate.

Then I am myself; I am sitting with the girl I just was and he is leaving the room, very nervously! We think it is funny.

And now I am sitting watching TV in a different room and Austin is on the computer, but he is a teenager. Instead of using the headset while on the phone like daddy, he is using one tiny earphone. This messes with me because I can't see it and he doesn't answer when I talk to him, yell at him, or anything. I believe he is just very focused. He switches between the phone and music- the music I was listening to until he put the other earphone in, shutting off the sound (Rumours by Fleetwood Mac- which I have been listening to lately.) I get his attention and someone suggests that I take the phone away so I do.

Then the alarm clock goes off and I get Chantz to get up with Tessa and he makes sausage links. Yummy. There are two links left and I am going to go eat them now. With syrup.

Dreams

I am in a school. It is a warm building with tall ceilings and dark wood, very old and very unschoolish. I am in line for class and there is a girl in front of me holding a set of pipes and she is trying to play them. But this is math class. They gave me two books; algebra and trig. Trig is next. I ask why she isn't in music class. The teacher tells me that she was late and can't open the door. She needs to knock on the wooden part to get in. I ask why she doesn't. With an evil smug look, she tells me that the girl is too short to reach. There is a boy there (young man), one of those charming trouble makers that always get out of trouble. He is goofing off with me, but I don't recall what we do. I know he is in trig with me next. (aside: IRL I used to love trig in hs!)

Lots of adventures with my kids I can't recall. I go to the bathroom. I think it is in the school. This part is funny. I pee- and I really gotta go! I am afraid to let go and relax, but finally do- and it is great! It just rushes out! I had this pee thing happen in a different dream not too long ago. I used to get "pee dreams" as a kid, but in those when I let go I peed IRL! This didn't happen! How weird!

I got up this morning and couldn't remember my dreams- until I went pee and it all came flooding back to me...

Comfort?

I found a new blog today... actually someone else I visit links to her. When I am bored or need a distraction, I like to visit new blogs. I usually decide within the first few minutes whether or not I am going to bookmark it. She wrote about a dream she had about her dad and I read it twice. It made me remember how comforted he makes me feel, even though he is gone. I wrote how he comforts me when I am sad and I realized that right now I am sad. Just thinking of him felt nice. After Grandma Laura died, and Uncle Hal was in prison, Aunt Nancy and Willy had it pretty hard. She woke in the night and smelt cigarette smoke. There in the kitchen was Grandma, smoking a cigarette. She told Nancy that everything would be alright. When Nancy woke she realized it was a dream. What she didn't know was that my mother had just sent her a check to help out. But grandma knew.

My dad is gone and he brings peace, my Grandma is gone and she brings comfort. Nancy is a loving woman and will smile down on all of us when she is gone. My dad will be there to watch out for her and so will my grandma. I've thought about naming the baby Laura or Betty (another grandmother who recently died), but now she may be Nancy. Hmmm... I keep thinking she's a girl but I won't know until the 20th.

My uncle is 9 years older than me. He started dating Nancy when he was fourteen. She is a couple of years older than him. I am 29 and 11 months. I have known her since I was 5. I have called her Aunt Nancy since I was 5. She is so damn young and this is so damn cruel.

So this is how it is?

When you have no money and you get sick they just let you die. They let the cancer spread out all over your body before they give you chemo and they let you suffer and waste away cuz now its too late and nobody cares nobody gives a fuck if you don't have money they don't care if you're someones aunt they don't care if you're someones wife or mother or a very good person who never partied or smoked and put up with a husband with problems and stuck by him and his addictions and his prison time and loved hom no matter what they don't care cuz your poor and white and nobody gives a fuck if you don't have money if you can't pay you don't get treatment they just let you die that's what it is if you don't treat a breast cancer patient right away and you let that lump get really big you are signing a death warrent you should rot in the deepest pits of hell saved for the worst kinds of people like murderers and child molesters and those that let innocent women suffer and let that crap spread to the liver and everywhere else oh what a Christmas Nancy are you waiting till Christmas? I love you

I'll be gone

...for a few days. I am going to Gillette with Chantz. I think I said Cheyenne before, but that is near Laramie! We are just going to Gillette, about 4 or 5 hours depending on the weather. (Cheyenne is more like 8 to 10 hours away!) I don't know what I was thinking! Sherry is going to babysit the kids and Rocksy while we are gone.

We're going shopping!! Yay! And we are staying in a hotel. I love hotels. I don't know why, I just do. Something about staying somewhere different, I guess. Gotta go now, I have lots to do to get ready.

Later,

Dawn

Yes!

I can take yoga! Dr. Swarny said it was ok and I have a note. I also got all of our medications today, even the one they said they couldn't fill, so ha! I am 17 weeks and the baby's heartbeat was loud and strong. I get an ultrasound next week! If this printer ever gets installed, I will upload the scan! I got a check from the insurance company on Saturday and we have a new bank account. The dog is still iffy, but what can I do? Bruce got a new tooth (front top right) and was up ALL night Sunday night. Screaming. Poor baby.

Chantz has to go to Cheyenne WY about an accident he got into a while ago; it wasn't his fault but he still needs to go sort it out. He plead not guilty to a driving to fast for conditions ticket (how can 15 be too fast?) and now has to go back. His folks will meet him there- they are coming straight from Texas. I hope they get to come home afterwards. They've been gone a while this time! (Chantz works for them, for those of you who don't know. They drive pickups with 40 foot flat beds hauling motors and tools for the oil field.)

Ma's not coming for Xmas or going anywhere and that's ok. She has it rough and could use some quiet at home time. I found lots of sites that make pixel dolls that are awesome. I found a pregnant base! I have been wondering how to make my sassy girl (the pic that shows up when I comment) knocked up, but it was too hard. So I may make a different one using an actual base this time. I'll even give her red hair!

Perfect Smooth Gold Text

In Paint Shop Pro 7 or 9
Rating: Easy

This may not be the tutorial I promised, but it is a good one to have if you use PSP.

-open an image: 200 px by 200 px.
-foreground color: set to transparent
-background color: set to #a57b73
-text tool: antialiased checked, floating checked, size 72, font of your choice
-promote selection to layer
-deselect (psp 9)
-drop shadow:

• vertical-2
• horizontal-2
• opacity-89
• blur-4
• color-black

-chrome:

• flaws-1
• brightness-27
• color-white
• fill- unchecked

-inner bevel:

• width-9
• ambience-58
• color-white
• bevel-round
• smoothness-25
• shininess-50
• intensity-50
• depth-10
• angle-315
• elevation-36

-colorize:

• hue-28
• saturation-126

Check out the finished product: I have a picture tube for you! It is an entire alphabet done in my Perfect Smooth Gold Text. Please don't misuse it!

What the Hell?

Just when I think I've got that bleeping dog trained....

It's 2 o'clock in the morning ok? I am waiting for Chantz to come home from work and decided to got to bed. Rocksy was sleeping on the floor in front of the couch and Bruce was next to her. I picked him up and came downstairs and then started to move Austin who fell asleep in my room. Next thing I know Tessa is downstairs because that stupid dog got up and peed in her room. On the carpet!!!!!!! She gave no indication she had to go, didn't follow me downstairs (the basement has outside access and that is where her chain is!) or anything! I was going to put her in the crate when I got back upstairs. I don't let her out at 2 in the morning ever! She holds it till morning every night! Dogs won't pee where they sleep. Two days ago she came in the house, after spending an hour outside, and pissed on my family room carpet! WTF? Day before that, she peed all over my kitchen floor- not too big a deal, it is tile. She hasn't peed on carpet or around the upstairs of my house ever! I don't count the submissive peeing, C does but he can f off; I'm tired right now. That is different.

Anyway? WTF? She is also been naughtier than usual, too! She will jump her big ass (this is a 7 month German Shepard) onto the top of my dining table! I gate the kitchen to keep her out because she bugs me when I cook or scavenges for people food, which makes her sick, and she will do this with a full bowl of dog food! Now, if I leave it open even for a minute, that B**** will steal the butter (real, not margarine) off my counter!! She was so bad about a month and a half ago that we were going to get rid of her! I didn't want to so I bought the crate and started teaching her. It worked great at first, then bam! I am very busy and couldn't move on with her training, but kept up what I started. It was super cold out last week and she wasn't getting much exercise, but it is nice again and I played retrieve with her and even got her to lay down for a treat. At first I thought it was the weather, but now I don't think so. I think there is something wrong with this dog! This house is a rental. She needs to learn or we get f'd up the a! Oh and this morning her chain was froze to the ground where the snow melted yesterday. It can be reached from inside the house so I don't have to go outside and I told Rocksy to stay while I pried it up (It was about 20F this morning). Do you know what she did? Just mosied her ass out the door and took off around the corner. We live on a busy street and we never just let her go. I called to her in my stern voice and she wouldn't come back. I used my sweet voice and she pounced away like it was a game. I got my boots on, went out in my nightgown and sweats and offered her a treat with my sweet come 'ere voice and she bounded into my open arms. I then took her to the yard by her collar, careful not to let her pull me on the ice and chained her up. She got a treat because it is "positive reinforcement" and is supposed to let her know what I want her to do.

The idea of potty training her again tires me out! She is a "willful" dog and will need to be trained aggressively. I read this in a book. I thought it could be avoided when she turned herself around, but no, just like my kids, she saw me relax and got all disobedient again. Damn. I am just so busy with the kids and the house and errands (not that I can go anywhere, the pick up is broke, too) that I don't have time to read and study how to train her and follow it through constantly. I just can't. That is why Chantz was going to sell her before. I said, no I can do it and it worked and then poof! She got stupid again.

I am just frustrated and am ranting and I do like my puppy, she is just a pain in the ass. I already live with 3 other pain in the asses. Bruce isn't yet, and the only way to avoid it is to "aggressively" train him. And the new baby. I just can't do it all at once.

Tessa's homework and Austin's homeschooling and my free time and cooking and worrying over the bills and making costly errors in the checkbook and having panic attacks and headaches and backaches and forgetting to make doctor appointments and forgetting to get prescriptions for my depression and panic attacks and being snippy and losing my temper and making other appointments I won't get to keep because I have no transportation....

I think Ma's luck finally kicked in. You see it didn't take slowly from me, bit by bit every day. No, it came in like a hail storm or a hurricane and destroyed everything all at once. I just hope she got to use it all month, and not wait for it to decide to transfer to her, unless of course that is how it could have been most beneficial. What I mean to say is that it better have worked, g.d. it!

It is now 2:36 am. I am going to bed.

Pet Peeve

I have a pet peeve I have been meaning to write about but haven't gotten around to yet. Thanks to Fred, who updated his site yesterday with a new, non blogger issue look, I'm getting around to it. I don't want to offend anybody, but I am putting it out on the table. It really bothers me that so many blogs look alike because they use the same ol' tired blogger templates. It really isn't that hard to customize them at all. Fred got a company to do it for him, but it isn't too difficult to do on one's own. My problem with this repetition is that it doesn't show much of the author's personality. I am a visual person and tend to recall blogs by what they look like. If they all look the same or very similar, it doesn't help me categorize them in my head!

If you can add a link to your blog, you can change the background color or the font and link colors. You can add an image. These are simple to do and I would like to put up a tutorial on how to do this, when I get time. There are many sites that offer free templates, some image free. Why don't people use these? I just find generic ones boring. I used to make lots and lots of linkware sets until I got bored with it. Granted, images will have to be hosted elsewhere and linked to, but that isn't a problem either; many free hosts can be found.

Again, I offer my services or advise to any who ask. I may not be the best designer, nor a graphic genius like some, but I'm not bad. That and I am free. Can't really beat that can you?

Fate?

I stumbled upon something today- not life changing or altering or anything, just something I find interesting. As I was reading one of my daily blogs, I noticed its author was a Cancer. Cool, my husband is a Cancer! Isn't that weird?

Not really. But I decide to go and see what the signs are for my other favorite bloggers. And of the 7 blogs I frequent, four are Cancers. One is unknown, one is a Leo and one an Aquarius.

But four are Cancers. Isn't that weird?

In case you are wondering, I'm a Capricorn. So come on Fred- what's your sign?

Yoga? Check?

I called Body and Soul fitness and spoke with a nice lady who gave me two options to present to my doctor. She said I can see about joining prenatal yoga classes with another instructor in town, or I can get a gentle fitness yoga plan through B and S. It is up to my Dr to decide what is best and I will need a note and description of what he thinks I can do. She is also a PA at the hospital and encouraged me to tell Dr S about the way I was treated in physical therapy- or lack of treatment! So I am in a good mood about that.

The estimate on the car is over $1500. We should be receiving a check soon! Another reason to celebrate? Not that I can drive it anyway, I need new insurance since this is a different state. It is parked in back by the garage that we do not use- our landlords bought this home for the garage itself! Oddly, we don't have a problem with people parking in front of our house anymore. Not a prime spot now is it? Don't want to take my parking space since my car got trashed do you? We don't even park the pickup there any more; it goes in the driveway. Which is a pain because we live on a corner and the street our driveway is on is a one way street, and of course it spills out onto the street we face. Oh well. Going around the block may be inconvenient, but getting crashed into is more so.

I must leave now; Austin needs homeschooling.

Ugh!

I am actually starting to feel pregnant. My boobs are so sore! My back has been killing me every morning when I wake. Upper, lower, middle and hips... I feel as though I am falling apart. I did move to the couch this morning and I don't hurt so damn bad, not at all. But I don't wanna sleep on the couch this whole pregnancy! What we really need is a new bed. We just can't afford one right now.

I went to the local hospital's physical therapists, but they sent me home with a sheet of exercises that weren't working before I went and are not working now. I was in therapy in Laramie, at the bone and joint clinic not the hospital. They were so nice. I won't go back to GMC- they wouldn't treat me properly because my insurance was pending. Goddamn it, my doctor sent me to them for help and they wouldn't even touch me without insurance, so fuck them. I won't go back. I am going to tell Dr S, though. I didn't even get an eval! The other place was so thorough, too. One of the few good things about that terrible town. Ok so it wasn't so bad, but we weren't happy there and they were prejudiced towards Wyotech students and grads, like Chantz.

So for my back issues, I am going to call the yoga center and see if there is anything they can do. I will even get a doctors note if I have to! This is so ridiculous. Oh, and my insurance? Yeah, I have it now. And those prissy fucks can stuff it. My doctor is pretty important at that hospital. I hope he chews some ass!

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Dream

This is sexy- I am in a room with Spike (from Buffy, duh) and some girls. Spike is making out with this chick; me and this other gal are like, vampires are so HOT! Only it is James Marsters as Spike- so he is pretending to be a vamp. The gal I am talking to got it on with him last night. I am impressed. She leans in to kiss me, but I notice this scarf on the wall and am really into it when Chantz comes in and says it is time to go. Damn! I wanted to get it on with Spike! But suddenly I am wearing only the scarf (large square) and a towel. I can't find the clothes I had on so I grab a skirt and top that do belong to me and put them on. I leave with C. He needs to take the work truck to get fixed; I need to follow in the car but would I take these people home first? As I make room in the car, it keeps expanding until it is the size of a 4 row van with a roomy trunk and rear space. There are blankets and stuff I need to move around that Ma left in the vehicle. Some stuff belongs to Alice (MIL). So these kids and 2 moms hop in. But I don't take them home, they want to sell candy to people. I take them to Ma's work, and she is actually there. I tell these people there is no soliciting here and to make it quick. So they give a religious tract with a bag of candy on it to Ma and we leave. I am mad. We wander around outside for a bit. There is this guy with us who was never in the van and he is leading us around. I don't really like him. He is big and imposing and strutful. The kind of guy that I like to piss off and stand up to; maybe he is a Scorpio. I don't like Scorpios and St. John is a Scorpio and a religious nut! We wander around outside for a while and then my alarm goes off. It was pretty cool while Spike was in it!

I had an even better dream earlier that I will post later. I have stuff to do now!