Dreams

I always thought that dreams meant something. Now we're talking about dreams as in the little mini movies that play in your head while you sleep. Not like Hopes and Dreams, those are a whole different blog subject.

Anyway, I know there are the wives tales. Like if you dream about fish or fishing, you or someone around you may be pregnant. Yet when you dream you're pregnant that means something different. Who knows if those are true or not. I have never found a really good reference for interpreting dreams.

So I had a dream. It was shortly before my alarm went off this morning. I must have been at work and on a lunch break where I apparently walked home to eat. And this home was not my home (well not the one I live it). It reminded me of one of those brownstones in big cities or something. Well in the dream, I must have finished my lunch and went out the back door (which happened to be on the same side as the front) and locked it. Well my dog, my real dog Cynder, was inside and she started barking (just like she does in real life). As I got some distance, I turned and saw white smoke coming from the doors and windows and suddenly I was at the front door. As I walked up the stairs, the door flew open and a little girl with blonde curls (she was not one of my girls) carrying a stuffed toy and a silver dress walked out and Cynder crawled out behind her. Cynder asked me if I would carry her. Yes, the dog talked. So I scooped her up, grabbed the girl by the hand and proceeded to start yelling for someone to call 911. Finally, a store owner called and even though the fire station was right behind my house, it was a total loss, save for the shell. I woke up briefly at this point and thought "how sad and how brave my little Cynder is". Then I promptly went back to sleep. My alarm went off maybe a half hour later. I was so proud of my Cynder!

I often "feel" my dreams well into the day. I suspect Cynder will get some treats this morning :)

Full moon fever? Tuesday evening idiots? What is wrong with people today???

So I just got home from a trip to the grocery store. On the way there, I was tailgated by no less than 3 people. I was doing the speed limit!!!!! So I slowed down in a passing zone to let each of them by.

Get to the store. They recently reset the store and I have to spend at least 20 extra minutes walking around looking for stuff because nothing is where it used to be!!!

Then as I'm loading my groceries into the trunk, with my purse in the child seat (which I hardly ever do when I'm alone because I have to turn my back to it) this guy comes flying past me! So I immediately check to make sure my purse is intact, thankfully it is. But there is a grocery store employee following the man out with her cellphone to her ear. I ask if she was following him, she says yes. He had just shoplifted. I LOATHE shoplifting. There is not a grocery store manager in this country (or at least very few) that won't give some necessities to someone who is genuinely in need. I have done it myself when I was a manager. If someone goes to the manager because they have no food, usually they will give them a loaf of bread, peanut butter, something to get them by. At the very least, you want a customer for life, and at the very best, it's just the right thing to do. It makes me mad to know that even if I had tried to help her by say pushing my cart in front of him, I would have probably been sued because he was injured. And given the fact that as I watched him cross the street, he was pulling something out of the front of his pants, I'm guessing it wasn't a jar of Jif.

Then on the way home I'm in an area that goes from 30MPH to 40 to 50 finally to 60. I was into the 40. And you don't speed on this stretch. Police hide. So I don't know if the girl behind me was just not from around here, but she comes barreling up on me, flailing her arms around, mouth steady moving (I can only assume the obscenities coming out). I was doing 40! Maybe even 42!!! Luckliy there are several speed limit signs in this area so as I came upon one, I put the window down and pointed at it. She actually backed off a bit, but let me tell you, that woman (and by woman I mean bitch) is lucky I didn't think to do a break check!!!! Especially since I didn't have the kids with me! My neck hurts just thinking about it!

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One stop shopping: insurance and....PORN?

In general, I'm a pretty healthy person. Not to say that I am the picture if health, more like I don't get sick enough for the doctor that often and my kids and hubby are the same. So we have health insurance mostly in case of accidents (like when I took the fast way down the stairs...). So I went in for my yearly exam (yes, that one) and got a new prescription for anti-baby pills. So I sent it off to my insurance company's new mail order company and thought everything was copacetic.

So a week or more goes by when I get this call from a computer that says we can't fill your prescription and you'll get a letter explaining why. What? Huh? No number, no "call customer service" nothing. Well since I know this is the only prescription I have pending with this new company, I'm a little freaked, but there's still more than 3 weeks to go on my current pack so I'm not frantic. I look on all the paperwork I have from the company, no telephone number, but there is a website. I visit the website and find that in order to call them, I have to input the customer number from my card. WHAT? I haven't gotten a card from them!! So I get out my insurance card. Call the number on the card for member inquiries and here's the message: "Hey big boy..." ????? I hang up, surely I have dialed the wrong number, it is toll free right? So I dial again. "Hey big boy..." First off, I have a problem since I'm not a big boy. Secondly, how could I get it wrong TWICE. So I dial a third time. This time like a 3 year old who is just learning the numbers. "Hey big boy" Holy CRAP!

By now, I'm getting mad. I'd actually say pissed, infuriated, really really peeved. Between having a useless computer call me and now the porn, it's really getting to me. So I head to the website to find another number. Any other number will do at this point. I'm sure my BP is skyrocketing. Probably I'm gonna need authorization for admittance to some sort of cardiac ward. I find another number, call it and get a very pleasant woman on the line. The only problem with that is that I don't want pleasant. I want someone who is just as pissed as I am at this injustice! So she needs my information. There is nothing worse than having to remember your zip code when you're mad. Well there are worse things, but at the time it sure you wouldn't have convinced me. So before I can get the whole thing out (name, address, telephone, capital of Yugoslavia) I just blurt out "I just want you to know I'm mad" and proceed to tell her the whole story culminating with the porno number on the insurance card. She was extremely apologetic about the number. It's being corrected, we'll send out new cards, that kind of stuff. So as she is looking up the telephone number for the prescription place, I must have calmed down because I start giggling. It really is ridiculous isn't it? Which gets her to giggling. It really is funny in hindsight. I get the number and call the place. They can't tell me why they can't fill it.....HUH? and give me another number. Which I find out after I call that it's my insurance company. Freaking-A. So get this. Since it's a mail order company and they send me 3 months at a time, the prescription that I have is not right. It's for 28 days with 11 refils, but the company wants 90 days with 3 refils. I guess they just don't get that it's the same damn difference....

The white rabbit/ Bye Bye Ruby

A strange thing happened to us Monday morning. The children had spent the night with their grandparents, but we were expecting them back home and then we were all headed to St. Augustine. While we were waiting, hubby decided to go out and put a box in the shed. When he came back in he said "There is a huge, white rabbit out by the shed."

To which I replied "A WHITE rabbit?" "Yes, a white rabbit. " "It's probably someone's pet, this I gotta see."

So I headed out side and sure enough there it was nibbling in a clover patch. It let me get within 2 feet of it before leisurely hopped a few feet and stopped. It went over to the dirt under the swingset and proceeded to dig some and roll in it (reminded me of my dog). I followed it around the yard all the while thinking that this had to be a pet. We have rabbits in our yard all the time, but they are those little brown ones and instantly bold for the fence when they hear us coming. We decided (well mostly I decided) that we should catch it and try to find the owner. Catching it proved to take a little patience and a milk crate. I was out of carrots, but had some iceberg lettuce, which she took little interest in. I had to sneak up on her and real quick get the crate over her. I'm sure this dance would have won me the $10k on America's Funniest Home Videos...

So we got her in the house and you would not believe this. She is the most gentle sweet animal I have ever met. She lets us pet her, handle her, pick her up and even endured inspection by our dog with little protest. She has been sleeping on a towel in our unused garden tub and eating Timothy Hay and carrots for the last 2 days. We put up some signs, but haven't gotten any nibbles. I did email an acquaintance who lives at the other end of the neighborhood. She knows of someone in the neighborhood with a bunny, but not sure if it's theirs.


UPDATE to the story.

We did have a response to the poster. Turns out, Ruby lives just 4 houses down. And is not Ruby, but Batman. She has a human brother...and boys like Batman I guess. So with some tears and promises of someday getting a bunny of our own, we said goodbye. We'll miss you Ruby/Batman.

Adventures at the ER Part 1

This is a repost of a blog I had previously posted on Myspace. It was December 31, 2006

Ok...For those who live in the area- GO TO GAINESVILLE OR JACKSONVILLE IF YOU ARE INJURED!!

My clutz ass took the fast way to the bottom of the stairs yesterday...then went out to the Waldo Dirt Mall for a few hours. Then lunch. By the time I got home, my foot was pretty darn swollen. And the baby needed a diaper change. And there were none in the house (because in my pain, I had forgotten to buy some). So after getting both kids unbuckled, and carting the baby and her associated paraphanilia up the stairs into the house (which there are only 4, but felt like 400) I had to go BACK outside to get the one diaper I had left in the car.

So I hung out till hubby got home at 4 and sent him to the store for diapers (with the baby just in case she needed changing again). When he got home from that, I was in severe pain. So off we go to Shands at Starke.

I guess we got there at about 6 PM. Signed in, went to triage then got bumped to the waiting room. As I was limping from the triage area, someone finally offered me a wheelchair (Which was kinda cool at first, but got pretty uncomfortable after a while). And we waited and waited and waited. Finally at 7ish hubby took the girls for McD's and brought me some back (which I had to eat outside). I guess it was 8 something when he finally took the girls over to my Aunt's. Thank goodness because they were bouncing off the walls.

So finally, after 30 minutes of the 5th Element, all of Sleepy Hollow and most of Enough(thankfully someone had turned the TV to TNT and they had movies on)I was wheeled back to the ER (Hubby was sentenced to more waiting room). Where I got parked in the hall. And waited. And watched and listened to the nurses chit chat.

FINALLY, Dr. Pete (Gianas to anyone not raised up in the area) took a look, wrenched my foot around and offered me pain pills and X-rays. I was definately up for the pain pills (tramador or something like that...mom says heavy duty stuff, 2 of them). So just when the meds are kicking in, i get to take a trip to X-ray. Thankfully, George didn't have to wrench my foot so much, in fact he didn't even get me out of the chair!

So back to the hall for me. At least this time they let hubby come back. So like five minutes after I'm back, another nurse comes up with another 2 of the same pills. Of course the first dose is kicking in and I'm feeling a little drunk so I know I looked at her like she had two heads and said I already got some of those (dummy, I know I should have taken them, but I didn't want to be comatose). So she says are you sure you already had them? DUH, it's my foot that's broke, not my brain, jackass. SO Yes. And she says who gave them to you?? (I guess they are pill pushers there at SAS) I say, the nurse with the Crocs. Turns out, Croc hadn't noted that she gave them to me in my chart and Questions was just doing what the chart says. Now I don't think a double dose of this would have taken me out of the game of life, but hey more powerful stuff...who knows.

So next I get a splint and crutches. Oh that was fun. I haven't walked on crutches before. And I get an audience at my debut! Now I'm the one getting the "are you mental?" looks. So I say are we done? And off we go.

I'm feeling somewhat better today, but have 48 hours of elevation and ice packs. But at least I have a Lortab perscription to fill. Is that better than percocet? I hope so. I'm almost out of percocet :)

Yes, it's the flu

Well I went and did it. I got the flu. I haven't had the flu in years. Probably because I used to faithfully get the flu shot yearly. But I was working and they were free! I'm certain it's the flu and not just flu-ish since I have a fever. I can't seem to get warm. I'm shivering. My body aches. And I have vomited. I won't post the gory details (except that peanut butter must take a really long time to digest), but I had to laugh. See, I haven't barfed since I was PG with E, and that was 2005. I felt like Seinfeld...I broke my record :(

It hit me fairly fast too. My tum started aching at about 2 and I was full on feverish and nauseous by 7. So I have been camped out on the couch under a huge comforter. And admittedly, the girls have been pretty good. Playing fairly nicely, eating alone, being quiet so as not to wake daddy, and some minor chores (mostly since I don't have the energy to move, and that light really needed turning off. And the shoes put away. And that paper thrown in the trash). So in an effort to give them something that may take a while, I asked them to go make their beds. They are 3 and 5. I don't expect perfection. I didn't expect what I got either. See, E still has a changing table in her room. Only now, we use it for storage. There's shoes on the bottom, blankets in the middle, and pull ups on the top. Apparently, when I asked E to make her bed, she thought I meant to put every single blanket on her bed. And she did. And there are alot (we're talking 20 blankets here, mostly handmade, crocheted.) Her bed looks like the Princess and the Pea's bed. I heard both girls in there talking. H was saying "Would you let me help you with this one?" I knew what was going on, only I didn't have the strength to go capture it as it was happening. So here's the result....

I know it only looks like 7 or 8, but trust me, there are more under there. It's like a mountain of blankets! And it weighs a ton. I'm almost afraid to leave her under them for fear they might crush her lungs. But I just went in, and she is no longer under them all. I just wish she was this cute all the time :)

More resolutions

Well at least one. I resolve to floss regularly. Yes, I am a dentist's nightmare (or dream depending on their desire for making money). I brush regularly. At least twice a day, but I rarely floss. Which makes no sense. It takes like 60 seconds on top of the brushing. Like I don't have 120 seconds every day for good oral care. Unfortunately, the side effect of flossing after not is swollen, sore gums. Which may help with my second resolution since it hurts to eat...Hey maybe if I go 21 days and make the flossing a habit, I can also make eating soup a habit :)

WTF....ecclectic musings

Here's how my new year has started. Dog #1 and 2 on my carpet. Followed by a few hours of sleep. Then a restful day without the kids. Then when they did get home, the little one peed on the couch within one minute of being home, and got yelled at in front of her grand parents.

Is this a precursor to the rest of the year? Is my whole year going to be full of pee and poo? I'm a little frightened I'll admit. I refuse to let it happen, but sometimes I feel like I don't have that control. I guess we'll have to see.

I need to make some resolutions. The first one is yell less and think before I speak more. I have this nasty habit of saying the first thing that pops into my head. An old boss of mine called it Diarrhea of the Mouth.

The second resolution is one that will surely save my life. I desperately need to lose weight. A considerable amount of weight. I notice more and more that things are just not right. My knee hurts sometimes. My feet hurt constantly. My BP is elevated. There's other things too....fitting (or rather not) in my clothes, the seats at the Hippodrome, a booth at IHOP. So my second resolution will be to get some more exercise. I like to eat. So if I want to counteract my love of food, I need to burn more calories. Bottom line.

I'm sure I will come up with more. I'll write them down in my planner and hopefully this year I will actually act on them.

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Today I learned something interesting. My father reads my blog. Maybe he is reading this right now.

There is a back story. Being the child of divorced parents, my father remarried several times. Apparently the first remarriage was more important than I, since I have seen him maybe 4 times since then. I know he has since married again, after that I really have no idea.

Strangely, he works at the same place as my father in law. And they know each other. I'm not sure as to what extent, but they are friendly. Well for Christmas, my sister in law gave us, her father, and her mother a photo of all of us with the kids nicely framed and matted. My FIL put his in his office. Yesterday, they (my father and FIL) were conversing, when the question "so what did you get for Christmas?" came up. So my FIL showed him the photo and said I believe that is your daughter. What was his response? Oh. OH? Which apparently led to him saying that I blog for the Sun and that he reads my blog. Well I don't blog for the Sun, I participate in the GainesvilleMoms.com forums quite a bit. I guess I don't know how to feel about this. I mean to suddenly find out that a person that had little to do with my life for the past 21 years is lurking around the net watching me. It's a little weird.