Thursday, March 31, 2005
*Yes, I realize that subject verb agreement would require the sentence to be are gross, but Ener-G foods is the name of the company so I believe that means that I can still use IS.
In my dream, I was taken captive and sent to an internment camp with a bunch of other women. We were definitely being punished for something but I don't know what. We were not allowed to leave the grounds, although we were in a house with dormitory type beds. They took our underwear and our cameras so we couldn't leave. (I don't know how that logic followed.) At some point, I was walking the grounds and found a canoe and took it out into the ocean. A whale came up to my canoe and was swimming and just kind of going up and down near my canoe. I got scared and started to paddle back to the beach because I didn't want anything to happen. As I got back to the beach, the whale was joined by another and they were both really active. I went into the house to find my camera to take pictures but then was looking out a sliding glass door. The beach was much closer to the door than initially and there was this big fish. It was poking its head out of the water then it just walked out of the water on legs (like the Darwin fish on cars). Then the 2 whales poked their heads out of the water and then they came out of the water also on legs looking like big lizards (Komodo Dragons actually).
Convict: (I tried prisoner and it said look up convict which really isn't necessarily the same thing) To dream that you are a convict, suggests that some situation or relationship is making you feel restricted. You may be experiencing a loss of freedom in some area of your life. Alternatively, the dream may represent your feelings of shame and guilt. This dream image is trying to tell you to stop punishing yourself.
Canoe: To see a canoe in your dream, represents serenity, simplicity, and independence. It is also a reflection of your emotional balance. You are moving ahead via your own power and determination.
Camera: To see a camera in your dream, signifies your desires to cling on and/or live in the past. Alternatively, it may represent you need to focus on a particular situation. Perhaps you need to get a clearer picture or idea. (I tried for underwear too because they took that too, but the only definition I had was about if you were wearing underwear. Which I was, I assume, under the clothes, but their interpretation was more if you were walking around in undies only.)
Whale: To see a whale in your dream, represents your intuition and awareness. You are in tuned to your sense of spirituality. Alternatively, it indicates a relationship or business project that is too enormous to handle.
Fish: To see fish swimming in your dream, signifies insights from your unconscious mind. Thus to catch a fish, represents insights which have been brought to the surface. The fish is also an ancient symbol of Christianity and Christian beliefs. Consider also the common phrases "like a cold fish", "fish out of water" or something that is "fishy" about a situation. It may also imply a slippery or elusive situation. (So basically one could think that the fish walking on the land is really just the fish is so frustrated with being ignored it evolved on its own?)
Lizard: To see a lizard in your dream, signifies your primal instincts and reactions toward sex, food, etc. and your anxieties toward these feelings. The lizard can also be representative of a person who you view as cold-blooded, fearful, or thick-skinned. On a more positive note, the lizard also symbolizes emerging creativity, renewal, and revitalization. It may also suggest that you are well-grounded.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
- If you are going to use the fancy function in Outlook to propose a new meeting time, please propose a time when all parties, including the meeting room are available. Or, better yet, schedule your own fucking meeting next time.
- If I send a meeting saying that one person cannot attend to second half so please be prepared to discuss her items in the first half, don't send me an email asking me if there really isn't a time available when we all can meet. There really isn't. Really.
- A slow driver ruined what would have otherwise been a very nice drive to work this morning. I was stuck behind this moron on the twisty canyon roads that were surprisingly free of traffic. I was unable to enjoy the thrill of driving fast on winding roads. My love of driving is yet another thing that commuting has stolen from me.
- Less than an hour ago, my boss scheduled a meeting for 1 PM today. I HATE 1 PM MEETINGS. I hate them even more than 8 AM meetings and 5 PM meetings. Also, I hate her.
- Speaking of hating my boss, she and my officemate had another one of those shouting phone calls in which everyone down our corridor could hear both sides of the conversation. Just fucking get up and walk two doors down, you lazy bitches.
- Stage 4 is still pending. I decided not to take the contract job that my former boss contacted me about. It was supposed to happen last week, but then there was a delay and then they came back and wanted to offer me a paltry two-month contract. I had a bad feeling about it, so I declined. I always go with my instincts. When I notice them.
- Conversations with my medium boss make me want to stay here because he is so mellow and yet inspiring, which is to say that he is the complete opposite of my immediate boss.
- This is not a peeve: I got a book in the mail at work today so I am going to go down and read while I eat my lunch and I will not stop reading until 12:59, making me a few minutes late for my 1 PM meeting.
Man, that felt good.
This morning I officially blocked Moral Turpitude off my MSN. Now that he's more or less over the break-up every conversation has gone back to being about sex. I almost miss the days of interesting topics, hearing about his kid, his jobs whatever, even when he was whining about how stupid he was to let that girl go. Last night, he had asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was watching The Amazing Race and he had never seen the show so I told him a little about it. Their pit stop last night (2nd episode) was in Botswana. They were sleeping on cots out under the stars. There was nothing to be seen in the distance and it was so beautiful. His response... "lame" Naively I asked why. His answer... "How will they do it?" Jackass. I just don't want to talk to him anymore. This,however, is not the cause of my not happiness though. If anything it is more like a kick to myself for taking so long.
Matty P thinks I should start being more selfish. He thinks that my karma is all backed up because I do all this good stuff so it is too much and causing a bottleneck which is why I end up with all sorts of either bad luck or no luck at all. He could be right. Perhaps the cutting off of Moral Turpitude is the 1st step to being a little selfish. I just wish I knew what the 2nd step would be.
I forgot to tell the 'my panhandler hit on me' story from last Saturday. I was walking through Freeway Park on my way to the brewfest when this guy who didn't actually look like your typical panhandler stopped me. His clothes were decent. He had a rather large backpack with him, but hell, tons of people carry backpacks. It didn't have the tell tale bedroll/sleeping bag attached. So he asks me for $.50 to get water. Strangely enough if a panhandler were to ask me for a specific amount of money for a specific product, I'm more willing to give it to them if I have it than just to the 'spare change' guy. So I dig in my pocket and I have 50 cents and I give it to him. As I'm doing that he grazes my hand and shakes it and introduces himself. I just smile and pull my hand back. And he's all "hey wait, what's your name." I smile and wave and he continues to call to me as I walk away. Wow. If I had played my cards right I could have a live in boyfriend almost immediately. :)
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
So in my latest dream Michelle and I are shopping. We are looking for another suitcase for me because I bought too much. She shows me a rolly backpack (which we have both mocked in the past) telling me how beneficial it would be. I remind her we have both mocked it. Then Michelle and rolly backpack store is gone and I'm with my sister and her daughter and we are shopping at an antique store. I pick up my niece on my shoulders, but it takes several tries to get her up there. So I am carrying her from room to room in this antique store when we get attacked by vampires. My sister has disappeared at this point. I think my niece was still on my shoulders. But if she was I couldn't feel her. I was trying to blow up the vampires like Piper from Charmed (I'm so embarrassed). Some of them are blowing up but some aren't. From within the shadows stakes are appearing and being thrown at vampires. In my mind I keep thinking that even though Buffy is gone, I have to protect the next vampire slayer. Sometimes I grab stakes and kill vampires. And they just keep coming as we travel from room to room. Finally it seems like all the vampires are gone and I see Cordelia. And I think she was bad and causing the vampires to attack. So the final scene before I wake up, Angel in a car with Cordelia and he was going to have to kill her.
Good god, I'm a freak. A freak who apparently watches too much TV.
Vampires: The vampires in your dream may suggest that you are feeling drained of your life energy and autonomy. In dreaming that you are fighting these vampires, is a literal depiction of your daily struggles with keeping things in order.
Being in a TV show: On a more general level, your dream may indicate that you are avoiding responsibility for a situation or refusing to acknowledge your role in it. Being in a television show where you are being told what to do and how to act, implies that you are taking a more passive stance and removing all culpability. You may also be attributing responsibility or blame to someone else.
Backpack: To see or carry a backpack in your dream, represents the decisions and responsibilities that are weighing your down.
Niece: To see your niece in your dream, signifies unexpected trials and useless worries of the future
Fighting: To dream that you participate in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard. It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life.
To dream that you are fighting to the death, indicates that you are unwilling to acknowledge a waking conflict or your own inner turmoil. You are unwilling and refusing to change your old attitudes and habits.
Protection: To dream that you are protecting someone, suggests that you are putting up an emotional wall or barrier between you and others around you. Consider who or what you are protecting for clues as to what aspect of your own self you are afraid of letting out and letting others know.
Oh crikey. That's too depressing for words.
Damn. And I was totally planning on joining the Hari Krishnas today. I guess that plan is out the window. (or maybe they were referring to the Girl Scouts... which that's too late, I'm already firmly ensconced. It'll take a kidnapping and deprogramming to get me out.)
Last night while at the bar, there was this big skinhead looking guy singing along to the videos. SINGING ALONG. And he was not a good singer. We were the only 3 in the area of the 2nd floor with the darts and pool tables. It was funny. Matty & I just laughed and laughed over it. Of course there could've been other reasons for us laughing.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Cuz you're not me hee
So nah nah nah nah
I might be eating chick-en
And you are no-ot
Cuz' you're not me hee
nyah nayh nyah nyah nyah
I might look at this to-mor-row
And be embar-rassed
But oh we-eh-hell
Life goes oh on...
Is there something innately wrong with hbeing drunk before 9 PM on a monday night? If this is wrong, I don't wanna be right. It has been a long long time since I've felt this tipsey. Ok who am I kdiding. Drunk. I would balme it on Matthew but he doe s not let me because he is an empowerer not an enabler (thanks to Katie from Veromnt for that phrase). I do take responsibility for my actions. I had 3 drinks and as much as I love my gay boy bartenders, my drinks are mango malibu rum and orange juice. over 3/4ths of the cup was rum. I love rum. I'm also shocked a tiny bit because Matty actually knew that's what I drink. I didn't eat dinner before going out. We ended up going to RPlace for darts and alchol instead of our coffee and games. I haven't had this much alcohol in this short a period in a looonnnggg time. Ok, I haven't had this much alcohol in general in a looonnngg time. I saw this guy Troy and Alberto who are V's friends tonight at RPlace. Troy completely didn't recognize me. Since my hair is different. Now I'm eating mongolian chicken in an effort to sober up before going to bed because if I go to bed this drunk, I'm hung over tomorrow and that'll SUCK.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
The afternoon shift was fun. The crowd was good and since it was rainy it was more crowded than I thought it would be. The people were just fun. I was flirted with several times. One guy came up and was like "I was eyeing you several times and I knew I just had to come over." For me or the booze, hard to tell. ;) We bantered for a moment then weird awkward silence then he said he'd be back. He didn't come back, but that's okay. Also... I will never ever support camera phones as a possession! Some random stranger took my photo. He showed it to me briefly then scuttled off with his friends. I'm a little horrified by this. Ok I'm a lot horrifed actually. That's never acceptable behavior. And by the time it really registered what had happened he was gone. And yeah yeah, it was just a picture and I'm not aborigone and he didn't steal my soul or anything, but I am not fond of the idea... The rest of the afternoon passed fairly well. I chatted with some nice folks. There were 2 guys working the booth who had a similar idea to mine. They were volunteering to meet chicks. They had the really brilliant idea of volunteering to man a cider booth because "Chick's like cider." hee...
The evening shift had a more rowdyish crowd. It was still fun, and there were plenty of fun to look at guys, but there was just a different vibe. I changed breweries after my first shift and my dinner. And about halfway through my second shift, I changed again. My first brewery was Rock Bottom. They had a Fire Chief's red ale that was very popular. The 2nd one I was at was for Grant's Ales. (For the record their site was ridiculously difficult to find). They had an IPA called Hopzilla that is just chock full o' hops. Finally I was at Pike Brewery. Here are the random beer things I've learned. A warm keg pours like shit. It is all foamy and a bitch to pour. Hops are bitter. Hopzilla is obnoxiously bitter. Ok that may be all the things I can remember because it is after midnight and I'm tired now. I hope you all sleep well, wherever you are.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Matty P & I adventured to the Japanese Garden on Friday. I liked it a lot. It was so serene and peaceful. I liked this tree and I really liked the way the trellis framed it. The pond has koi although we weren't allowed to feed the koi. They are also against anyone taking in food or drink other than water.
This is the Kobe Lantern. According to my map "This 3 1/2 ton hand carved granite lantern is nearly 200 years old and was a gift to the people of Seattle from the citizens of Kobe, Japan."
Michelle hiked up to the lantern to have her picture taken. I forgot the 'real' Michelle in California so we had to make do with this 'flat' Michelle until the 'real' one gets sent.
This is her view from the lantern. She may have had the best view ever!
I loved this flower. I don't think I know what kind it is, but it was on a beautiful tree by the entrance.
After we were done in the garden, Matty P, Michelle & I played cards and ate our lunch. Michelle needed the 8 of hearts to win and dangit she got it!
As you can see by the score, one of us isn't doing that well... That one of us might be me. :S
Finally this tree is not in the Japanese Garden. It is my favorite tree now in spring. I love its shape and the red leaves it gets every year.
Our day began here... at Guest Relations. This is where we picked up our free tickets and fast passes. PLUS because we had to wait, they gave us a line cutting coupon for a ride without fast passes. One thing I discovered was that a lot of rides that had been fast pass rides were no longer. That was weird.
This is the sign over the enterance. It is one of my favorite things there.
It is my main man. The entire basis of my religion. The father and the son of my holy trinity... They've also redone the castle for the 50th anniversary. Usually the castle is white. I like it better this way.
I always have to stop by the wishing well and make a wish when I'm in Disneyland. I have high hopes... someday... right?
Here we go! We were on the Thunder Mountain Railroad, heading up one of the hills before we just go crazy in a runaway mine car.
I may be out of line sharing this secret... but who knew Small World was one of Peeved Michelle's favorite rides?
This is the boardwalk at California Adventure. We wanted to go on the roller coaster that you can see in the background. In the big circle, is a loop. Unfortunately, as we got to the head of the line, the coaster broke down.
The roller coaster was stuck. People had to walk off. That would be awful!
The Tower of Terror is new there. Basically it is a free-fall type ride. I loved it!
At the end of the day, we were exhausted. We stopped into the Grand Californian and had a drink. I had a chocolate cake martini and Michelle had a Cosmo. Very yummy. We were very startled to discover that rooms in the Grand Californian run from 250 - 3,000 per night. We also had dinner there. It was a nice end to a fun day!
Also, another reason to dislike Matty... After we sat outside the Japanese Gardens and played cards and ate lunch, I realized before we headed back I had to pee. I had to pee NOW. So we go back into the Japanese Gardens to use their "restrooms." I enter the 1st porta pottie and discover it is almost full and I can't cope. So I go into the handicapped one.... more room to move about in if nothing else. And no gross urinal with a white urinal cake just perched in it. So I use it even though it is almost full. No sink to wash hands, but luckily there is a dispenser with hand sanitizer. We then go to head for home and we walk past where we ate lunch into this section of the park next door. What to my wonderous eyes should appear a FUCKING BATHROOM! AND Matty KNEW it was there! AND HE DIDN'T TELL ME! I went in to wash my hands and discovered it was barely a step above porta pottie... but they did FLUSH... and there was no soap and cold water so I gave up on the hand washing.
There'll be more on Japanese garden trip, sunburn and whether or not I'm a girl maybe tomorrow. I have to pull the pictures off the camera and I'm feeling a bit tired.
Friday, March 25, 2005
We would've stayed longer, but Isa had movie plans so we headed out at 7:30. As we were in the elevator at the mall coming out of the monorail, Isa and I were talking about loose women. We were talking LOUDLY about loose women and I am of the opinion that men like loose women. So there were these 2 younger guys who really looked fresh off the farm. So I asked them. They both looked a little frightened of me. And kind of chuckled. So maybe they don't like loose women, but really I've only known 1 boy who didn't like loose women... And he was a weird boy who thought Dana was a girl. We were talking about loose women because the coworker we ran into told us her husband didn't like this one friend because she was loose. Which prompted the discussion about how straight men love loose women.
I have 2 more posts to do... one of MP & I going to the arboretum and 1 about Disneyland which I haven't done yet for some reason.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
In answer to Stephen's nail polish question... I got a dark red, kind of purplish, pearly whitish, and kind of a metallic pinkish. And a topcoat and a bottom coat... Oh and I lurve me a shaved head on a boy. ;)
April 3rd: Splash party with Brownies celebrating end of cookie sales.
April 30th: CPR training... 8 AM
May 5 - 7: Camping. With a wholly other troop and service unit. My kids will not be there. On Saturday I'm doing the program for a group of Daisies and special needs Girl Scouts. (This is where I realized it was a sickness... AND I'm actually excited!)
May 14th: Letter Carrier's Food Drive. I do this every year. It is one of my favorites.
Memorial Day Weekend: Northwest Folklife Festival. I also do this one every year... What's not to love? Dirty hippies as far as the eye can see.
It is a sickness, but what can I say. I love it! :)
In other news, new workcrush (who has the girlfriend anyway) has quit... so we're back to old stalking victim (I mean workcrush!). And tomrrow MP & I are hypothetically going to the Japanese Garden! Yay! I will post photos. I will definitely be going, if I am joined by MP that's good. If not, well, too bad for him. :)
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
I then field tripped to a bookstore and actually bought books. I haven't bought a new book in quite a while, and I bought 4. I'm very excited about them...
One Man's Wilderness is the one I'm most anxious to read. I have such a love for Alaska, and a book about a man who builds his own cabin and all that seems so cool.
Next Big Thing is a total trash novel... chick lit.
The Reading Group is a chick lit book, but more like woman struggle or empowerment book not like Bridget Jones. A movie way to compare... Bridget Jones vs Steel Magnolias. Both chick movies, but different.
And finally hypocrite in a pouffy white dress. A memoir that seems to be something I can totally relate to.
I'm fairly excited to start some new books. The last one I read was Wicked while I was on vacation. After reading Wicked, I want to read Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister.
And as a random side note before heading to bed new book in tow, I fully expect to be taken to Disneyland when I'm 81 and celebrating Disneyland's 100th anniversary. I may be in a walker or a wheelchair or hooked up to an iron lung, but I'm riding Space Mountain. :)
Yay! I'm actually going to go do this on Thursday after work. I told the guy I wanted color but I didn't know if I wanted full color or just highlights. Whatever they thought would look good. He seemed a little... hesitant about that instruction. Honestly, it is surprising I'm not more neurotic about my hair. Especially given how neurotic I am about almost everything else. Twice I've walked into a beauty shop with hair down to my waist or longer and had them cut it all off (shoulder length). For the record, neither time did I cry. Although the first time I did it, I did it at a Supercuts and the girl doing the cutting freaked out a bit. It was Christmas Eve Day and I walked in without an appointment having just washed my hair. It was completely impulsive and I was so happy once I did it. The 2nd time was last year, and in response to breaking up with a boy. (Or just needing a fresh change because I was turning 30... whichever makes me sound less pathetic). I think that's going to be an ongoing thing. I'll grow it out to ass length and then chop it all off and donate it to Locks of Love.
In more exciting and better news... WE GOT RID OF THE COOKIES! Cookie drama is OVER! Yesterday after work, I rushed over to pick up whatever boxes we had leftover from the cookie mom to try to turn in, figuring that we wouldn't get credit for them but hoping. I turned them in and the cookie manager said that she was hoping the council cookie manager would just accept them back otherwise we would have to wait and see if anyone needed them for gift of caring. I don't know what happened, but my cookie mom checked and the 80 boxes I turned in last night are off our report so we are no longer responsible for them. We owe about 600 more dollars, but one mom owes 500, one owes 200 and one owes 150ish, I owe 36. We'll get our portion of the cookie money after all. I am so relieved. The girls will get their slumber party. The girls will get their vests for bridging and it doesn't have to come out of my pocket the way it did last year. Phew. Apparently now I need to start going back to church. I wished/prayed whatever twice and both came true. Dammit. :)
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Saturday, March 19, 2005
To that end, I was up this morning wanting to do laundry but as I was lying in bed it hit me... I had no laundry detergent. Dammit. So I get up, haul my ass to the grocery store all around 7 AM. I kind of like the city in the early morning. There aren't a lot of people about. The air smelled fresh and clean. There was a hint in the air that reminded me of camp. I get my shopping done and am in line when I notice the woman in front of me is buying 1 item. A 40. Who in the hell buys a 40 at 7 in the morning? This woman. There's a gentleman behind me talking, presumably to me. I turn around and discover a couple of things... a - he's a crazy. b- he's not only buying a 4o he is buying 2 40s. (Please tell me I'm using the right word for the exceedingly large cans of beer people buy). He's also talking about the beast and how even though he was in prison he isn't a beast. The beast is the Green River Killer. He saw the beast and stared him down. The beast isn't with little girls anymore, he's facing real men. And on and on and on. Matty P claims the crazies talk to me because I'm 'open and accomodating.' I need to work on that. Not being that. In college, the crazies always talked to Kate. It was a good deal for me... they left me alone. :) Luckily the crazy didn't follow me out of the store or anything like that and I made it home safely.
Friday, March 18, 2005
A pirate's life isn't easy; it takes a tough person. That's okay with you, though, since you are a tough person. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!
Thanks to Ian who posted a discussion of pirates which prompted a commenter to provide this handy dandy link to get my own pirate name.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
I'm sitting here watching The Apprentice, and it is very interesting, but I am sad. No MP to do interactive TV with. I forgot that today is St. Patty's day and this is a big bar day, so I can only assume he is surrounded by lesbians wearing green.
Michelle's husband baked me a flourless cake for my birthday and she sent some of it home with me. It is absolutely heavenly with raspberry sorbet. I could die it is so yummy.
I may have a new work crush. Our new painter started and he is yummy. He temped in my building earlier this summer and we chatted briefly then. :) Having a dream is a good thing. ;)
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Edit: It has now been suggested to me by 2 of my coworkers that despite rules that say I can't do this, I should go and hang out in front of the lesbian bar. Fluff my hair a bit. Wear a good shirt and sell my little heart out. Lesbians support Girl Scouts, right? Although gay men are more extravagent with their money. Maybe I should try there... They want to be Girl Scouts...
A few numbers for your reading pleasure...
5 - (ok 4.5 actually) The number of hours between when my plane was supposed to arrive and when it ACTUALLY did arrive in Seattle.
4 - The number of gates we were sent to. (Although technically we hit one twice)
3 - The number of bags I was carrying around because I shopped so damn much I overfilled the 2 bags I brought.
2 - The number of planes I boarded this afternoon
1 - The number of taxi cabs I took home when I decided I deserved a treat instead of riding the bus after 8:30 PM after having spent since 11:00 in airports or on planes and having not eaten a regular meal since then.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
I was a guest at someone’s house and I decided to go out for a walk in the snow. I saw a wagon on the side of the path, so I grabbed the handle and pulled it along with me. The wagon was small, about the size of a loaf of bread. I came to the base of a steep hill and continued walking. The hill became even steeper.
I could see the footprints of the person with whom I was staying. I knew that he had climbed the hill, so I figured that I could, too, but I was worried I might not make it because I wasn’t wearing the right kind of shoes. I tossed the wagon up to the top so that my hands would be free in case I needed them. I made it to the top of the hill and I realized that it was really a wall made out of ice. I sat on top of it and looked over the edge. There was a very steep drop on the other side and it looked like the wall was crumbling.
I grabbed the wagon and tossed it back down to where I had been. When the wagon landed it shook the wall a little so I climbed back down. When I got to the bottom of the wall, I hopped on a sled and rode it like a boogie board down to the bottom of the hill.
To dream that you are walking with ease, represents the way you are moving through life and progress toward your goals. Consider your destination.
To dream that you have difficulties walking, indicates that you are reluctant and hesitant in proceeding forward in some situation. You may also be trying to distance yourself from certain life experiences. The difficulty in walking is a reflection of your current situation and the obstacles that you are experiencing.
To see snow in your dream, signifies your inhibitions, repressed/unexpressed emotions and feelings of frigidity. You need to release and express these emotions and inhibitions.
[The wagon was covered in snow.] To dream that you find something in the snow, suggests that you are exploring and accessing your unused potential, abilities, and talents. You have uncovered some hidden talent and ability within yourself. It may also indicate forgiving yourself or others.
To see a wagon in your dream, is symbolic of difficulties. It also signifies your thrifty nature and your unwillingness to take risks. To see an empty and abandoned wagon, signifies loss and dissatisfaction.
To dream that you are climbing a hill signifies your struggles in achieving a goal. To dream that you are standing on top of a hill, signifies that you have succeeded in your endeavors or that you have now have the resources to complete a task at hand.
In general, shoes represent your approach to life. It suggests that you are well-grounded or that you are down to earth. It also represents your convictions about your beliefs.
To dream that you are wearing inappropriate shoes for the activity at hand, denotes that your progress and path in life will be laborious and ill-prepared. It may also indicate that you are heading in the wrong direction and need to reevaluate your goals.
To see a wall in your dream, signifies limitations. obstacles and boundaries. There is a barrier obstructing your progress. If you see a wall crumble, then it suggests that you have easily risen above your problems and overcame your barriers.
To see ice in your dream, suggests that you are lacking a flow of ideas and thoughts. You are not seeing in progress in your life. Alternatively, you may be feeling emotionally paralyzed or rigid. You need to let your feelings be known.
To dream that you are sledding, represents your fun-loving personality and open-minded perspectives on life.
1 - I have fat little duck feet. Most shoes are too narrow for them. The cute ones are especially too narrow for duck feet.
2 – Most are too frou frouey for my taste. I don’t like little bows. I don’t like glitter & sparkles so much. Little thin straps make my feet look like they are in sausage casings. I do kind of like Mary Janes.
3 – The ones that aren’t like that are like grandma shoes. Grandma shoes are not fun.
4 – I don’t wear high heels. The little teeny tiny ones make me think I’m going to die by falling over. Thicker chunky styles are okay actually.
5 – The simple shoes I am seeking to wear with the few skirts I have apparently do not exist.
It is so quiet and dark out here. There are no street lights. I’m so used to city living with all the sirens and freaks outside screaming.
2 More days until I’m officially “In my 30’s”. I don’t think I like this.
I’m sitting here in the Seattle Airport, having gotten here the requisite 2 hours early. Breezed through security and found myself out at the N gate area. Who knew this gate was out here? I grabbed some dinner at Burger King – their grilled chicken salad. Their grilled chicken is gross. It was however, ‘hot meat in a bag.’ There’s something innately wrong with the phrase hot meat in a bag. Maybe it is because I hang out with the gays too much.
United is now offering a new scam of sorts. For 24 extra dollars I can move up to fancy coach (I’m sure it had another name, but hell if I can remember what it was) with 5 more inches of legroom. Does 5 inches really matter? That’s not even the length from my middle finger to my wrist. I can’t imagine that it does… although I’m sure there are some that would disagree with me.
My luck with catching public transportation continues and about 75% of the time when I’m catching a bus, I manage to get to the stop only a few minutes before the bus gets there to go. I was actually worried briefly that I was going to miss it in my mad dash down the hill.
I almost forgot the funniest thing that happened today. I headed into the payroll office to drop off some forms and our payroll manager tells me that biggest boss has a present for me and hands me a check. I’m confused and slightly weirded out. We go back and forth a couple of times about the purpose of said check. I have no idea why she is giving it to me and she keeps saying it is for my vacation. I open the check. $3,600! Holy shrit! That’s one heck of a gift. She thinks for a moment more then says that she had better take it back. She thinks it was maybe supposed to be a surprise. She tells me when biggest boss gives it back to me I have to act surprised. Hee. I do and got to deposit a large quantity of cash into my checking account. Yay for random money. Yeah, most of it will go to my dear friends American Express and Mastercard, but for a brief moment it is nice to have money. Is it guilt over not giving me the job money? Who cares, it's cash!
Ok the scam, totally should’ve gone for it. The person in front of me has her seat back. I think I may hate her. They are showing NBC on United and it sucks. I thought they were going to show something interesting. Not so much. Something leaked in my backpack so now the whole inside is wet. I don’t know why or how but I’m seriously peeved about that. I am so paying the extra on the way back. Also, it is a family of like 30 ahead of me… ok more like 10, but 6 of them are children. AND the woman with the leaned back seat, she’s sitting forward so this is pointless and annoying and inconsiderate.
It is official, I hate the family in front of me. The children are not well behaved on the palane. One of the little girls (2 rows ahead) keeps turning around to another little girl (1 row ahead) and shouting her name. Just over and over. Little girl does not respond so other little girl keeps shouting name. Toddler girl screamed and cried for daddy who finally changed seats causing seat in front of me to keep jarring into me. Seriously. I’m taking the bus next time.
8:35 – They’re singing. Kill me now.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
For lunch we went up to the faculty/staff dining hall. We did a welcome lunch and my birthday. I was so horrified. They sang. The people in the restaurant sang. For those of you who really know me, you know that this is akin to making me walk naked into Pike Place Market. I do not love being the center of any sort of attention. I don't think I fear getting married as much as I completely fear the walking down the aisle all 15 people I know (and that may be generous) staring at me.
While the girls and I were outside tonight selling cookies, an older man came up. He was asking about a discount on the cookies. He claimed to be part Jewish and proceeded to use the phrase 'jew you down' multiple times. One of the Brownie Moms just looked at me and we both rolled our eyes. Luckily the kids didn't really ask us what that was about. Did I mention he was an older African American man? It was odd. Also, one of my Brownies told me about when they tried to sell cookies to a homeless man without realizing he was homeless. I don't remember this, and I've been at every cookie sale (except the time I was late). I told her it is better we don't talk to the crazies... SO in typical child style, a woman walked by - possibly strung out or possibly so horrifyingly overcome by the flu that she was heavily medicated - yelling at her son. Little girl says to me 'that's one of the crazies right, Joanne?' Whoops. I don't think the woman heard her. The girls and moms got me a card and they all signed it. It was very cute.
And in case I haven't mentioned it lately... VACATION! By this time tomorrow I will be in California!
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Matty P & I have almost given up the quest to find a straight bar with darts. Neither of us are drinking these days. So we ended up at Vivace again to play cards and Othello and Backgammon. Apparently I can win one out of every 3 games played. Except at Othello. Where I can win zero out of 3 games played. Apparently I win so rarely that I am an obnoxious winner also. I had 2 cups of their amazing spiced apple cider. This time with ginger as well. It was incredibly yummy. While we were playing our games, there was a group behind us at a table playing Go. The young woman was just learning how to play. Apparently she disagreed with the way the game was being played and accused her companion Shane of making up his own rules. "These are the rules of Shane not the rules of Go!" She just kept going on and on about it. I seriously was hoping that if I had mad skillz I could turn around and whip the playing card just right to sever her jugular. We played until 10:15 when Matty's hunger could no longer be contained so we headed to QFC. Normal people know the rules, you don't shop when you're hungry. These are not normal times, though, and Matt ended up buying very random things. Actually I say that as though I didn't buy random things... butter, soda pop and corn chips. And magazines. I lurve magazines.
As a Pisces and a middle child, I am the poster child for passivity and people pleasing. That seems to make Matty a little frustrated with me periodically. Of course, according to both Matty & my father I'm also contrary and hard headed so... I may have been going somewhere with this, but I've forgotten where.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
The Stair Climb was pretty cool again this year. I worked the registration desk again and it was interesting. This year they had made some changes which were not good. Instead of having all the individuals’ registrations in one big envelope for each district, they had them just put together in mail tubs. There was just a piece of paper between each district. Sometimes there wouldn’t have been enough space in the tubs for all the individual envelopes of a certain district, so they would be in the next tub. Only no one told us that so… It was frustrating to say the least. They had people on the registration desk and then me and another volunteer would from the desk to the tubs and grab the district. Back and forth. It was frustrating. Sometimes they wouldn’t give us the proper name for their district. Other times, some members had registered under one name, and others from the same team would be registered under a different district name. I talked to the registration desk coordinator at the end and she seemed to listen to my suggestions and comparisons about how it worked better last year.
After I was done at registration, I went outside and watched some of the firefighters head inside. They do the climb in full gear, which weighs 60 lbs. They climb 69 flights of stairs, which is 1311 steps. The BOA tower is 788 vertical feet – the 2nd largest tower west of the Mississippi. Last year the quickest time was 11 minutes 30 seconds. This year there were teams from as far away as Aukland (New Zealand), Arizona, Montana. In the atrium, there were different booths and vendors set up to appeal to the Fire Fighters. One of the most popular booths was one that had all sorts of customized helmets. It kind of made me laugh, all the guys crowded around the table with the toys. Outside, I was fascinated to see some of the different uniforms. The fire fighters from the Port of Seattle wore these incredibly shiny silver uniforms. There may be some reason for this, but I don’t know what it is. There were a lot of women too and that was kind of cool. While I was watching a young, kind of tiny, woman was waiting in line. She kind of looked like Marla Sokoloff (from the Practice). I hope she did well.
Boarding: Violently checking an opponent into boards.
With tonight's win, the T-Birds have cinched their division championship. So that's pretty damn exciting.
Right now I'm baking banana nut muffins and tomorrow I'm volunteering for the Firefighter Stairclimb. It combines 2 of my favorite things... volunteering and firefighters. :) This is my 2nd year doing it.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Thursday, March 03, 2005
|Your Seduction Style: The Natural|
You Are 23 Years Old
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
Of course this also means that in just over a week I turn 31 and I don't want that, really. Can't I get just a few years back? Like 3.. or 4? Pretty please?
Murder: To dream that you witness a murder, indicates deep-seated anger towards somebody. Consider how the victim represents aspects of yourself that you want to destroy or eliminate. Note also that dreams of murder occur frequently during periods of depression.
Killer: To see a killer in your dream, suggests that an essential aspect of your emotions have been cut off. You feel that you are losing your identity and your individuality. Alternatively, this dream may represent purification and the healing process. You are standing up for yourself and putting a dramatic end to something.
Werewolf: To see a werewolf in your dream, indicates that something in your life is not what it seems. It is symbolic of fear, repressed anger, and uncontrollable violence.
Vampire: To see a vampire in your dream, symbolizes seduction and sensuality, as well as fear and death. The vampire represents contrasting images of civilized nobility and aggression/ferocity. It may depict someone in your waking life whose charm may ultimately prove harmful. Deep down inside you know that this person is bad for you, yet you are still drawn to it. Vampires also sometimes relate to decisions about sex and losing your virginity. Alternatively, to see a vampire suggests that you are feeling physically or emotionally drained. The vampire may also be symbolic for someone who is addicted to drugs or someone in an obsessive relationship.
Dogs: If the dog is vicious and/or growling, then it signifies some inner conflict within yourself. It may indicate betrayal and untrustworthiness.
Cabin: To dream that you are in or see a cabin in your dream, indicates that you succeed via your own means. It suggests that you are self-reliant and independent, yet still remain humble. You prefer the simpler things in life.
Castle: To see a castle in your dream, signifies reward, honor, recognition, and praise for your achievements. It foretells that your future will be a happy one, surrounded by the love of your children, generosity of neighbors, and comfort of friends. You are destined to a position of power, wealth, and prestige.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
To that end, my first born child will be named qwasa after my little sister's imaginary friend. and I am not going to capitalize it. It will just be qwasa. It may just be qwasa with no last name too... like Cher. I'll have to think on that one. When we were growing up qwasa had a sister named Sandal and they lived in the mountains. I think that's all we ever really learned about qwasa. Although I seem to remember a family member named boot. Luckily few read this or my sister may never forgive me for sharing this little tale. Although there were always the stories about her biting that were much much worse.
*MP, I don't count your tale of Boy Scouts in here because yours was believable. And not really about how you managed to survive all McGuyver style.
**Random vendor overheard me talking to someone else about being a Girl Scout leader and interjected his own story. And then tried to bait me into an argument about red tape. Please... apparently we just want to make sure the GIRLS return from the woods. Screw the boys. (and not like that pervs! :) )
New boss starts on the 9th. I go on vacay the 10th. Yay. Vacay! I guess I can't be late to work anymore. :(
I've noticed that recently when I walk without back pack on, my lower back starts to ache a lot fairly quickly. Actually I noticed the pain and was starting to get a tiny bit worried, but then this morning, the first morning I've worn my backpack in like 5 days, no pain. Probably my backpack forces me to do something posture-wise that I don't do on my own.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
In the friends I still actively talk to catagory... I've known Kate the longest at... 12 years. Oh no 13... That's a whole teenager's worth of time!
It has been 13 years since I was in high school.
Next year is my 10 year college reunion. (Do they even do those things?)
It has been 10 years since I've been in college, yet my college job is the longest job I've ever held at 3.5 years. (Actually I can't remember if I had that job as a freshman or not... if I did that's 4.5 years. Although as I further think about it, they didn't have DA's (desk attendents) our first year. Then a girl got murdered. Then there was high drama. Then they instituted them our 2nd year and I think Kate (who was a DA) & I got our jobs at about the same time...)
The longest relationship I've ever had with a boy... 7 months. And that was in college. I'm a living breathing Phoebe Buffay, only not as hot and I went to college.
God I may go shoot myself now. *
*Never fear, I'm against guns in all shapes and forms. I wouldn't own one. My husband will not own one. My children will not own one. When my father is too old and senile to care for himself, he'll get rid of his before he moves in (unless he got rid of it long ago which is possible).
Also, last week I go to tell a transfer student that she would be getting a scholarship through one of our tuition programs. It was pretty exciting. I never get to tell people good things. :) And we almost never give transfer students tuition scholarships. But her parents are so religious that they wouldn't let her leave for her first year of college and they really aren't supporting this leave either, but it is happening anyway. Good for her.