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Tuesday, April 13, 2004
*Yawn* Don't get angry if something you "attempt" to read sounds stupid or like it came from some distant planet. No, that's not a jibe at your reading skills. It's a warning. It's 2:30am; I'm sick; I slept for two hours, had recurring nightmares, and finally managed to wake up completely and just stumbled in here to the computer. So you see, my thoughts might totally be incoherent and well, sort of out there. (And that's my apology. For those of you who think I'm out there when I'm totally awake..... Well yes, ok, you're correct in that assumption too!)
Wow, it's been a long time for me without blogging. I have been trying to stay pretty regular (why oh why do I feel like an actress working on a sanitary napkin *cough cough* PAD commercial?) with my blogging but oh well. This weekend was so hectic.
As anyone who really knows my family knows, we don't do a lot of 'together' things. It's not from a lack of Mom or I wanting to, but mainly it's because the old man is either being a bitch or is too busy making excuses to leave the house. (This month is also turkey hunting season which takes up 98% of his brain.) For whatever reasons, and I have a sneaky suspicion that it goes back to his childhood somehow, his attitude always gets unbearable to be around during the holidays. ANY holidays. So we were really shocked when he was actually pleasant for Easter, and even decided to go with us to Allen & Barbara's without any prodding from us.
Allen & Barbara had told me that they didn't want us to do anything for them for Easter. There's two problems with this:
#1 - It was WAY too late and a dollar too short. We might not execute until the last minute people, but we PLAN and buy way early.
#2 - They should have learned by now that both Mom and I are truly Taurus women. We're bullheaded. You might say, we might hear, but we NEVER ever listen. Case solved. We're gonna do what we wanna do. Deal.
So ok, Mom and I wanted to do something fun for them for Easter. They really are our family and we absolutely love them to death. Honestly I don't know what it would be like without them around. Well yeah I do, It would be sad and pathetic. Bah. Back when WallyWorld first started putting Easter things out we had picked up some stuff to make their baskets with. Barbara has been having a lot of trouble, being diabetic, keeping her sugars down and safely in control... So we knew we couldn't get anything but sugarfree candy for her (which by the way, there is a SEVERE lack of everywhere. If I could invent affordable, tasty sugar free chocolate I swear I'd be rich). So we filled their baskets with things like pen/pencil sets, memo pads, keychains, little odd things. We also made Precious one and filled it with bones, doggie toys, etc. (I have pictures, I'll post them later when I get them developed.)
We wanted to do something more though. I love to wrap presents and watch people unwrap them. So we got about 13 things... Some we had, some we bought, some we picked up from yard sales etc.... And we wrapped them all up. Then we bought a bag of those plastic empty easter eggs and put numbers 1-13 on pieces of paper and wrapped them up in different eggs. Well we ended up with about 30 eggs left over, so we decided to fill them with all sorts of things. We had pocket change, keychains, toys, candies, mints, gag gifts, etc. Then we filled a huge basket with them, put on our fuzzy bunny ears, and went out the door.
When Saturday got here, we headed on over to their house for a VERY special cookout. You see it was also Precious's birthday party! David, Rita, Chris, Allen, Barbara, Dad, Mom, and I were all there. (Later Barry, Debbie, and Levi came over.) We grilled out venison burgers, sausage dogs, hot dogs, and had sugar free ice cream and birthday cake. We even had bought Pup pup her own little birthday cake shaped like a puppy. It was so hilarious because when we sit it on the floor she ate the icing off of the face and the ass. Such a little tease!!!
David and his family had to leave after we ate and visited some, so we waited until it was just us and Allen/Barbara to open the presents. Mom and I made them each pick an egg out of the basket and open one at a time (Dad did it too since he had no clue what Mom and I had done with the eggs). The all had a LOT of fun opening the eggs I think. It was such a blast for Mom and I to watch them. All in all they got a little bit of goodies. They got 2 plastic yard pink flamingos, three wooden yard signs, a large Indian statue, a big stuffed bunny, 2 stuffed horsies, a set of turkey holders, a mini radio, a fleece blanket, a handpainted flower pot, a neat little vase, a clock, and two flashlights. It wasn't much, but again... it was more of something for them to enjoy doing by opening up gifts. I hope they had a good time. Yeah, it was cheesy on Mom and my part... But we don't mind being cheesy if it means making someone else happy!
On another note, Pup Pup girl got a lot too! She thought it was Xmas all over. hehe. She ended up getting: a black bearskin rug (fake but very cute!), 2 balls, a stretchy puppy toy, a stuffed lady bug toy, a stuffed froggie toy, a rawhide bone, a stuffed man toy, a piggy toy that grunts when you shake it, and LOTS of attention!! She turned two years old on her big day and even wore a pretty pink choker for the party. AWWWW!!!
(Woman of Scorn thinks we're all crazy for having a party for the puppy, but I know we're not the only ones who do this sort of thing. And besides, she's part of the family in a BIG way, just like a human baby would be. Hell, even moreso, because she doesn't have stinky diapers, talk back, or ask for money!)
Sunday morning Mom and I went out to breakfast with Allen & Barbara and then went over to Barry's to see the newly birthed colt. The mother horse was a beautiful buckskin and was so sweet! She let us pet her baby and didn't once get angry or nervous. She looked just like the horse from the Spirit movie. After that Mom and I come home and sort of napped the rest of the day. And did laundry. heh.
The weather is really pissing me off lately. I like cold weather, but when spring rolls around I just wish Mother Nature would make up her damned mind! All of this hot then cold/ cold then hot shit drives me ape nuts!
Last week most days the high was in the upper 70's or low 80's. Well last night a cold front moved through. Of course, when I went to bed it was hoooot, so I had the window open over the bed. Sometime this morning I woke up and it was cool, so I pulled the covers up and went back to sleep for a couple more hours. When I finally woke up at 9, my throat was already sore and scratchy. Yay. By the time I had grabbed a breakfast bar and some soymilk, went to Curves and worked out.... it was feeling like mad squirrels were rubbing it with sandpaper. I spent most of the day sleeping in the chair pretending to watch TV. Dad gave me the 'special concoction' of whiskey, sugar and honey and it helped for a while. But by the time night rolled around it had progressed into a sore throat and stuffy nose. I had to plaster one of those breathe right strips on my nose to even be able to breathe. Luckily I fell asleep and got two hours of rest.
If you can call it rest. I have extremely EXTREMELY vivid dreams. I mean the kind where if I get hurt in a dream when I wake up I will actually have pain and sometimes a bruise on that very spot on my body. I also have a habit of having these nightmares where I get "trapped" into sleep. This is sort of hard to explain... but the nearest way for me to describe it is by saying that I fall asleep in 'layers'. That's what it feels like when I'm trying to wake up. At some point in my dreams I will realize I'm asleep (usually at the point where I'm asleep in my dreams lol) and I will attempt to wake up. Sometimes I will wake up inside my dream. Usually I do this over and over, and everytime I wake up inside the dream I realize that I'm still asleep so I try to wake up again. It's like I'm slowly coming up from the abyss in layers. Like an onion being peeled. Sorry I can't explain better, but those of you who've had this experience will know exactly what I'm talking about. Well, I have a lot of these dreams where I get 'trapped'. I can't make myself wake up, no matter how hard I try. And I start having panic attacks inside my dream. Are you still following me here? When I have the panic attacks in my dream, it actually makes me have a panic attack in reality (well what we call reality anyway). I start panicking because I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that if I can't somehow wake myself up and get out of that freaky situation then I will die. I will just stay in the dream and not wake up for good. I know it sounds weird, but that's what happens. And if I am able to wake up (I mean really wake up) I instantly fall right back asleep, as if my brain is awake but my body has no nerves or muscles awake yet and so pushes me back down into sleep. This pattern repeats time and time again, until FINALLY (usually after a dozen attempts or so) I'm able to WAKE UP and have control over my body. I'm such a strange soul. Please please please, if this sort of thing happens to you...... comment at the end of this blog! Let me know I'm not the only one this happens to! I know I'm crazy, but I don't want to be alone! LOL.
So here I am. I have to sit up a while and let the remnants of these spazzy dream episodes wear off or it just happens again. Sometimes it happens anyway, but usually it will be ok after a while.
For those of you who've been wondering what happened to the illustrious Woman of Scorn, she fucked up her computer somehow. I think she got a little happy while deleting pests off her pc and managed to delete some intricate Windows file. HAha. She got some guy to reformat her pc, but as of tonight she still didn't have it in working order. Something about a cd for her internet software not working. She is having the shakes from not being online. I am having the shakes from not having someone to bullshit with. Coffee anyone??
I'm in great hopes that she'll be back online sometime Tuesday. If not, I just may hop a plane or hitch a ride on the top of some greyhound bus and ride the 5 states over to bug her in person. The only thing that scares me is knowing that I'd be heading into Tornado alley and with my luck, I'd be holding onto some luggage rack while 300 mph winds ripped the ass out of my pants and stung my buttcheeks with tiny pellets from Dorothy's rhinestone red shoes.
The flying monkeys also scare me.
And the lollipop guild. - posted by Loki's Concubine @ 12:16 AM
