Just logged on to say...
Current mood: anxious

...that...I have nothing to say.  Rather I'm to overwhelmed by just regular stuff to figure out what to say.  But I'm still here.  And stuff.

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T is Tuesday, it’s Tip Day, hooray!
Current mood: cheerful

It is late in the morning. The strong silver rays of the bright Ceiian sun warm the cool hazy air. Under a small duct, a sleeping couple gently stirs in the morning light.

My baby (Dexter) drew this...he wrote the above too, to post to his new deviantart site.  He's pretty good, innit he?

Also...do you like my new hat?  I do.  It fits over my hair!  And has a nice wide brim!

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Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull
Current mood: dorky

Yeah, Indy 4?  Awesome.  Classic.  I was a very happy little geek girl, let me tell you.

Dragon Baby was got up in his Indy outfit....he still looks adorable, though he's grown some.  He had to borrow a pair of beige pants from me (so baggy no one could tell they were womens), and he can wear my brown boots now, which I told him he could keep until he grew out of them again (they're basic brown lace up ankle boots).  He has his own leather jacket now, though not quite Indy style.  But he was a bit miffed that his hat no longer fit properly.  He can still get it on but it's too snug really and the brim is too small now.

He still looked really, really cute.  I didn't tell him that of course, I said he looked handsome.

Dexter just went as himself.  We had so much fun!  Totally worth $13.50.

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bird is the word
Current mood: weird

There's a bird nesting directly above my entry door.  He...or she...gets freaked out when I leave or enter and flaps up a storm and flies off....problem is the overhang over the stoop steps.  I open the door, the bird freaks and starts flapping but is trapped between door and overhang and can't fly off.

I'm seriously concerned I'll be pooped on one of these days.

So while it's awesome to have a robin nesting above my door?  I don't need to be fertilized, thank you.

I've taken to banging on the door before I open it to go out and clanking the mailbox before I walk up the steps if I'm going in.

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What is there to say
Current mood: tired

I'm still here...just...not in an updating mood.

It takes too much energy than I have right now.

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Threw up today.  During rush at work.  Managed to make it to the bathroom, but came out and found the line eight people long....that's long.  It's rarely longer than four people.

Haven't vomited in a long time.  Forgot the strange after feeling, raw throat and sore muscles.

Came home and slept a long time.  Still feeling a bit queasy, though I ate and kept everything down fine.

Don't have to work tomorrow.  Good.  Because there's lots of stuff to be done and I'm really, really looking forward to sleeping in before I have to do them.

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a dream to remember...that almost never happens
Current mood: indescribable

I had a dream. What’s more? I remembered it. I was walking around in some sort of open mine, open to the sky. It wasn’t deep. I don’t know what was being mined. All around me there were people working and groaning, but I wasn’t one of the workers.

I was looking for someone who was in the mine somewhere. I don’t remember who I was supposed to be looking for or why. Except that I wanted to talk to them, but about what I forget.

None of the mine workers were looking at me...I got the sense that they didn’t sense me. Maybe I was actually invisible to them...

There were these guards all around. They were...some form of "demons" and I put that in quotes because they weren’t terribly demonic. They looked like regular people, al though sort of scrawny, but they were dressed in cloth demon suits. Costumes. In varying shades of black, grey, white, ivory.

And I do mean these things looked like costumes...do you know the story Where the Wild Things Are? The child, Max, in his little wolf costume? With the hood with ears on it and the paws and the bushy tail? That’s what these people looked like. The cloth was just linen, wrapped snug to their bodies and it came up over their heads and over their hands like mitts and all the way down to their feet, covering them as one suit. Like...pajamas. With footies. And hoodies. And mittens. NOT terribly intimidating.

Some of them had cloth horns and sort of bat-like wings. Some of them had cloth ears that stuck up. The one in ivory had "ears" like owl tufts and featherish wings and looked more angel-like. None of them looked mean but they did see me. They all started to sit up and take notice. I could feel their attention on me. I stopped talking to whoever it was I had come to talk to and looked around. I noticed them noticing me.

I wasn’t scared but I did wonder if maybe I was in trouble. It seems I wasn’t supposed to be there. I wondered if I was going to be in for some sort of chase or magical fight but felt confident I could handle it. I didn’t want to hurt any of the demons. I don’t know I should even call them demons, as they were really just on guard, not in the least menacing.

But what’s really fustrating is that I don’t remember the person (or being) I was supposed to be talking to! Not how they looked except that I sensed it was a male prescence and he was interested to see me but not expecting me. He wasn’t one of the mine workers but I don’t know what he was doing in the middle of this sort of depressing place. Nor do I remember what we were discussing (just that he had information I needed, it wasn’t a casual chat), nor why this was the only person who could tell me, nor why I knew this person wasn’t going to help me with my guard problem.

So as the guards and I were noticing each other...the dream ends. Three AM. Alarm going off. Gah. Pleh. And other noises of frustration.

11:06 AM - 1 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

hey...that’s the time I got up this morning
Current mood: tired

Sleep.  I lack it.

I need a reiki treatment.  But the one person I trust to do a reiki treatment hasn’t answered my email.  Though email isn’t his natural form of communication.  He may not even be in town, but my phone phobia makes it difficult to call and find out. 

So this is to just...basically let you know I’m just tired and bored and nothing going on post-worthy, not even idle thoughts. 

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She ain’t a lady with that mouth and none of this makes any sense
Current mood: cold

Mother Nature, getting her bitch on. 

Flurries since before 6:20 AM today.  It’s now..well, lookit that.  12:20.  Six hours of intermittant flurries.  Nothing too harsh.  Just a last reminder that she’s the alpha bitch and spring will get here when she’s damn good and ready.

I like Mother Nature.  So...contrary to popular opinion.  She likes to throw people off, people who are...well, not paying attention.

People should pay more attention to their surroundings.  If they did they’d know, like I did when we had all those spiders last year, that the winter would be harder this year.  They’d also realize (maybe) that it’s the fucking WEATHER.  Hey Zeus!  Why do you constantly insist on being amazed by it, it happens all the fucking time!  Because it’s the WEATHER.  Yes, spring equinox is upon us.  Yes, it’s supposed to be warm.   Yes, being cold sucks big brass donkey balls.  But if I hear one more person whine, "It’s supposed to be spring," with their window only half open so they won’t get a snow flake on them, refusing to lean out and thereby forcing me to lean so far out of the window my feet actually leave the floor... I swear to god I will throw their venti, no whip, 135 degrees, 2 pump mocha over their damn car into the parking lot.  How did these people get to be thirty fucking years old or more and not realize that the weather is LESS then reliable?

Sigh.  Okay.  I’m done complaining now.  I don’t know where I as going with that anyway.

Currently reading : The Haunted Abbot: A Mystery of Ancient Ireland (Sister Fidelma Mysteries) By Peter Tremayne Release date: 06 December, 2005

10:19 PM - 1 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

awwwwww
Current mood: ditzy

My Dragon Baby, 13 years old, just sent me an email to let me know they are selling rare Transformers figures on eBay.  He even sent me a link to an auction for Starscream, opening bid .99.  He remembered that I liked Starscream the best, because he had that bizarre voice and was a treacherous, obnoxious, diva.  Divo?  Is there a male form of diva?

Aw, my baby remembered something I liked, isn’t that sweet?  That is thirteen shades of adorable.

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