My dream:
I am sitting high atop a mountain, though the mountain itself is only 5-10 storeys high. It's made exclusively of rock and is very ragged with sharp protrusions. It appears to be in a semi-circular shape (like some of the volcanic craters in the Hawaiian islands), as I can see others perched all around me at various elevations and across from where I sit. There were a number of people perched on the rocky formations - perhaps 40 or more.
Suddenly I became aware that a woman wearing a large navy blue, wide-brimmed straw hat (across from my field of vision) is standing. Her hat was so large I could not see her face. And then she was falling. Down, down, down. I didn't allow my eyes to follow the trip down, nor did I peer over to see where or how she had landed. I didn't want to see. I then noticed that the man who had been sitting next to her had stood up, and in the blink of an eye, he dove off - presumably to join her. Down, down, down he went. Again, I averted my gaze.
I sat in shock, afraid to move, feeling the sharpness of the rock against my back and under my legs and bottom. I realized that people all around me were beginning to fall. They were as lemmings, jumping off a cliff, one by one.
At this point I became aware that my children were seated near me, and I covered their eyes and held them tightly against me, lest they see and also follow suit.
I must have awakened after this point, for I don't remember anything further.
Weird.....
I supposed I can take from this that at least I don't feel that I'm a follower. That, in my opinion, is a good thing.
Where are you, Dr. Freud, when I need your dream analysis skills?
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thank god it's [almost] Friday!
Thoughts of Friday push me along. As I arrive at work each morning I look toward Friday to get me through the week. Friday is my goal, the golden ring I reach for. I wish for Friday every day. I'm wishing my life away....
This weekend is a big one - the beginning of Spring Break. I have to say goodbye to the fruits of my womb for a week. My man cub is leaving to go to his dad's in another state for a week, and my woman-child is headed to Florida with a friend.
This means I get a full week without kids. I can eat at 10:00 p.m. if I so choose, and it doesn't have to be nutritious. I can eat dessert and nothing else. I can watch rated R movies late at night on surround sound (loud). I can listen to music as loud as I like at any time of the night. I can drink too much wine and get tipsy or drink even more and get drunk.
My heart aches as they drive away, but my head is excited. I cannot completely relax - ever - unless I know for certain that I will not be needed by either of my children. I get this mini vacation every spring break and 6 weeks each summer, as well as every other holiday.
And so while I am forced to deal with an arrogant, manipulative, drama queen of an ex husband, there IS a silver lining to the dark cloud that is the ex - Mini vacations for mom.
Lucky me.
This weekend is a big one - the beginning of Spring Break. I have to say goodbye to the fruits of my womb for a week. My man cub is leaving to go to his dad's in another state for a week, and my woman-child is headed to Florida with a friend.
This means I get a full week without kids. I can eat at 10:00 p.m. if I so choose, and it doesn't have to be nutritious. I can eat dessert and nothing else. I can watch rated R movies late at night on surround sound (loud). I can listen to music as loud as I like at any time of the night. I can drink too much wine and get tipsy or drink even more and get drunk.
My heart aches as they drive away, but my head is excited. I cannot completely relax - ever - unless I know for certain that I will not be needed by either of my children. I get this mini vacation every spring break and 6 weeks each summer, as well as every other holiday.
And so while I am forced to deal with an arrogant, manipulative, drama queen of an ex husband, there IS a silver lining to the dark cloud that is the ex - Mini vacations for mom.
Lucky me.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Freezing weather in hotlanta
argh!
It was 26 degrees this morning and the ground was covered in sparkling white ice. It's rained on and off for a couple of days too. I can't complain about precipitation because we've been experiencing a drought of historical magnitude in Georgia, but it really screws with my running.
As does man cub's baseball practices! Practice is right after work two days during the week, and on Saturday and Sunday too. Once games begin, though, practice will be reduced to three times weekly.
But not to worry. I've remained true to my mission of daily workouts.
I've been squeaking away on the hamster wheel, and after using it for three straight weeks during lunch (except on weekends), I must shamefully admit that I've become obsessed with the elliptical. I look forward to lunch so I can rush down there, get dressed and hop on - before anyone else can.
I've begun to look at the machine as though it were my own, too. I've daydreamed about carving my name into its lovely steps, or scrawling my initials in Sharpie marker on the metal arms, but I figured that might piss people off, so I haven't yet succumbed to the urge. In any case, I expect MY elliptical to be free and waiting for me any time I am ready to use it. The two times I got there to find that it was being used by someone else I almost lost my shit. I paced back and forth. I walked into the dressing rooms and sat and pouted. I stomped my feet. I paced some more. I walked back out. I busied myself with my phone. Finally I sat in a chair facing the machine and waited. I had to wait! Horrors!
Changing the subject, I've slept on the couch for a few nights after a tiff and those nights have actually been quite beneficial to me. I have slept soundly through the night and have been able to awaken early enough to get dressed and ready at a leisurely pace. You see, Husband snores - loud enough to wake the dead. It's a truly awful sound, and it's quite frustrating to be awakened all night every night by the gutteral and very loud sounds of his snoring. I hate snoring, to be honest. I always have. My beloved grandfather snored and I hated it even then. I don't sleep through the night EVER when we share a bed. In fact, I'm eternally exhausted. Every day. No matter what I do. It's from lack of sleep. And on the nights when I've been awakened so many times that I'm really upset and/or angry, I end up stomping off in the dark to go sleep elsewhere (the couch). Why does HE get to remain in the comfortable bed when HE is the one who keeps me up all night? Good question.
It was 26 degrees this morning and the ground was covered in sparkling white ice. It's rained on and off for a couple of days too. I can't complain about precipitation because we've been experiencing a drought of historical magnitude in Georgia, but it really screws with my running.
As does man cub's baseball practices! Practice is right after work two days during the week, and on Saturday and Sunday too. Once games begin, though, practice will be reduced to three times weekly.
But not to worry. I've remained true to my mission of daily workouts.
I've been squeaking away on the hamster wheel, and after using it for three straight weeks during lunch (except on weekends), I must shamefully admit that I've become obsessed with the elliptical. I look forward to lunch so I can rush down there, get dressed and hop on - before anyone else can.
I've begun to look at the machine as though it were my own, too. I've daydreamed about carving my name into its lovely steps, or scrawling my initials in Sharpie marker on the metal arms, but I figured that might piss people off, so I haven't yet succumbed to the urge. In any case, I expect MY elliptical to be free and waiting for me any time I am ready to use it. The two times I got there to find that it was being used by someone else I almost lost my shit. I paced back and forth. I walked into the dressing rooms and sat and pouted. I stomped my feet. I paced some more. I walked back out. I busied myself with my phone. Finally I sat in a chair facing the machine and waited. I had to wait! Horrors!
Changing the subject, I've slept on the couch for a few nights after a tiff and those nights have actually been quite beneficial to me. I have slept soundly through the night and have been able to awaken early enough to get dressed and ready at a leisurely pace. You see, Husband snores - loud enough to wake the dead. It's a truly awful sound, and it's quite frustrating to be awakened all night every night by the gutteral and very loud sounds of his snoring. I hate snoring, to be honest. I always have. My beloved grandfather snored and I hated it even then. I don't sleep through the night EVER when we share a bed. In fact, I'm eternally exhausted. Every day. No matter what I do. It's from lack of sleep. And on the nights when I've been awakened so many times that I'm really upset and/or angry, I end up stomping off in the dark to go sleep elsewhere (the couch). Why does HE get to remain in the comfortable bed when HE is the one who keeps me up all night? Good question.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
WINNERS
Yessiree, this mom and son team know what they're doing! We won 1st pace in his den and 2nd place in the pack (overall). Not bad at all! Two more trophies to add to our collection. :-)
Friday, February 22, 2008
I'm certifiable!
Yep, yer lookin' at a freshly-certified CPR expert. I'm also the proud owner of a "CPR Microshield." This handy dandy rubber/plastic contraption stores in a little 3"x2" flap attached to your keychain, which one is to rip open in the event of an emergency. It fits over a stranger's mouth and nose, allowing you to perform mouth-to-mouth on even the creepiest of characters. It even has a pair of rubber gloves inside! Well worth the $8 it cost me.
I would have welcomed one of those on some of the dates I had in college!
And Atlanta is enjoying day 2 of rain. Because most of Georgia has suffered from a drought the rain is welcomed. Being on water restriction really sucks. The problem with rain in Atlanta is the traffic. Most of the drivers in this city can't drive in perfect conditions. When you add water to Atlanta drivers you get INSTANT IDIOTS.
The photo was taken with my phone last night as I was leaving work (after the CPR class). It was raining and traffic was bumper-to-bumper. It took me an hour to get home, 8 miles away!
Which, of course, brings to mind a much-loved song....
When lonely days turn to lonely nights,
you take a trip to the city lights
and take the long way home,
take the long way home.
You never see what you wanna see,
forever playin’ to the gallery,
you take the long way home,
take the long way home.
Take The Long Way Home - Supertramp
And for those who recall my towel snafu of yesterday, I made damn sure to pack one today. :-)
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