I believe that I have only been this pissed at Mike once. Make this twice. SWEAR WORD

I had a dream about 20 minutes ago. I was looking out at the trees from my deck and I saw what physically was an oversized squirrel, but in dreamland was a rabbit. It was sitting at the very end of a branch facing out. A wolf came and started to creep up behind it. The rabbit didn't do anything. The wolf crept closer until it looked like it was resting his head on the rabbits butt. I was watching the whole thing hoping that the wolf was being friendly and that nothing was going to happen. Again the rabbit never moved, nothing. Finally, after what felt like forever, I see the wolf clamp down on the rabbits tail (again long like a squirrels.)

He starts pulling him backwards back on the branch, at which point I decide that I'm going to try and save the damn thing. I pick up this 20 lb branch and threaten to throw it at the wolf. Somehow I thought I could at least pick it up and poke it with it. Yeah right. Of course the wolf is just looking at me and I feel as though it is almost smiling. Of course no fear in its eyes. At last, I think that I see the rabbit turn and walk, not run, the other direction. I hear the wolf rip the tale off the rabbit and I expect it to start running, but it doesn't. There is not blood. Finally the wolf picks up the rabbit and runs off with it, at which point that are some horrible animal noises, but it felt like it was the wolf laughing rather than from the rabbit's pain. I turned around and started yelling for Mike, who was also watching the whole thing. And then I woke up.

The part about the wolf hunting the rabbit didn't bother me. That is natual. What bothered me was the rabbit never made any effort to save itself. There was no chase. The auditory part of the dream killed me. That's what woke me up.

I'm pretty sure I know why I had the dream.

My Patrons are making me feel all warm and fuzzy today. I'll see if I feel the same after two hours with the boys playing Mario Kart.

Black cloud with psychotic tendencies. This is way fun.

I'm pretty sure that 9/11 should not be equated to Columbine or the Alamo, or at least I don't believe so.

dead tree fell. Fell into a row of three trees. Tore branches off of tree number 3. waiting to see if tree number 2 falls as well.

Brain broke down on the 2nd. Pretty much toast until the 10th. Started feeling better and yesterday was a great brain day. had high hopes. today, not starting off so good. hoping that this too shall pass. somewhat full of the frustration right now.

mood: annoyed

All of the Halloween items are out of the closet, but not everything is unpacked. We're in the process of setting up a second table adjacent to last year's display, and we're tossing around all kinds of ideas. I'm glad that Mike is supportive of the hobby,(I think he actually likes it, shhhhh) because it's nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of. He offers some mighty good suggestions too.

We went shopping today for some more insulation foam. Yay! Now I'm just trying to figure out how we want to place everything. I wish I knew some more tricks and tips, but it's fun to experiment too. Maybe in 10 years I'll be an expert and it will only take me 8-10 hours to set up a display.

Oh what to do, to do.

explicatives with gusto

and I can start setting up the halloween display. Yay! I am seriously excited.

I collect the Department 56 Halloween Village (thanks to Mom.) Last year was the first year that I did an official display and for a first timer, I think it came out pretty well. This year I got a Dremel and the hot wire set, so I'm looking forward to experimenting with different techniques and making the tombstones for outside. Mike has already helped me move the display tables around, so now all I have to do is start the planning and the unpacking. I am so psyched! Happy Dance.

Two weeks ago Mike and I went on vacation. It was a great vacation, relaxing and fun. It wasn't until I got home that I realized another great thing about it. No allergies. No waking up with a stuffy head, red puffy eyes, froggy voice, etc. I didn't realize how bad the allergies were until I had that contrast. I also didn't realize how bad the allergies affect my functioning.

Anyway, I decided to do a major cleaning, starting in the bedroom. So I tore everything apart, dusted, vacauumed, took the curtains down to be dry cleaned, and cleaned the carpet. I suffered majorally for it, but figured it was worth it. I walked in there today and immediately started sneezing, my nose started running, etc. Could I have made it worse? This is incedibly frustrating.

So, here I am, somehow having been transformed into a negative person. Really, how does this happen? Pretty sure I have a clue about that one......

Regardless, it doesn't matter, because I am determined to transform back to someone who I used to be. Someone who was positive and fun. I'm pretty sure that I was that person once. I have a vague recollection of her, and on occasion she surfaces and I'm like "HEY! I missed you. Stick around for awhile." Well she surfaced again recently and this time I grabbed hold and am keeping her close. We're all like buddies now and stuff.

So hello fun person (insert really cool and happy stick figure drawing here)
Goodbye negative grump (insert really cool, but grumpy stick figure here)

Let the festivities begin.

relly doesn't know what to say

My Boss wants me to friend her on facebook.

Okay, I'm going on day 10 of being sick. Mostly both chest and head congestion, along with being unreasonably tired on a constant basis. Even the 14 hours of sleep I got Saturday night didn't seem to help much. I'm doing everything I know how to do, with the exception of the neti pot, which I will do tonight. It's not bad enough that I feel it necessary to go to the doctor, although I'm thinking about breaking down and doing that soon as well. However, it has been annoying enough to be a constant bother. I woke up this morning feeling much better, and by 11:00, I started going down hill again. I'm at work, I'm almost working and I'm going to tough the day out, but what I really want to do is crawl under the desk, or go home. I'll give it an hour and see what happens. My assistant who would normally do storytimes for me in instances such as this, would end up working an 11 hour day if I go home. I hate doing that to her, unless I'm seriously dying, but since I'm just somewhat put out, then I'll just have to tough it out. The end. no more whining, back to positive thinking and a somewhat productive day.

I am NOT eating the frosting. I repeat, NOT eating the frosting. Despite the three cans sitting here tempting me.

Oh, and sinuses suck. ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow , etc.

mood: ooky

check out the racing thoughts.

ZOOOOOM, Whooosh, ZOOOOOM,

If anyone catches any of them, would you kindly send them back.

music: DEVO

Storytime today was, well, interesting. hee hee

Yaaay! Hugs all around! Yippee!

Happy Happy Joy Joy Joy

whew, that's exhausting, but I'm not done.

*Zuki dance*

To be continued.......