so I had this funky dream last night about my wedding. it was sort of in the same place, but apparently it was in florida. my girl cousins kept me occupied while all my uncles took my bear out into the middle of no where and I had to find him. i was so mad in the dream. we had just moved to florida and i didn’t know the state well and i also don’t drive well at night. and I also had to drive a car that was a stick (I cant drive a stick) it was SO dumb! but I had to share :)
another part of the dream was that Chris (who is married to Mary) somehow had the same father in law as me. I dunno. There were lots of dreams about wedding and such. We were in a huge hall that had like 20 weddings going on inside of it, all at the same time.
that the problem with goign to bed under the influence, I get funky funky dreams.
today is my baby’s birthday. today he turns 26. it’s amazing. our ages SAY we are grown up, but we don’t FEEL grown up.
found this at Dania’s. thought id be like her and put it in an extended entry. skip it if you dont wanna read ALL about me.
I was re reading that entry down there when I was at the library. I realized that maybe I came off badly. I am married and Rob has a girl friend. We hadn’t ever kissed or anything like that. We are friends and nothing more. I just happen to have a crush on him. He knows this, in fact I think MOST people know this cause I am horrible at hiding things like that. I would never do anything to jeopardize his relationship with his girlfriend, or to jeopardize the one I have with The Mr Q&0153;. It’s just a crush. And to be clear - I am positive that when he asked me to go on tour it was JUST To see my reaction, not to ACTUALLY ask me. He does that - he says things to me to see my reaction, because I react animatedly ;) or I get shocked. He’s usually trying to shock me, or offend, or irritate. It’s hard to explain. But being clear on this - Rob and I are JUST friends.
so..im the in the Temple Terrace Library. I tried to access my site earlier and I got blocked. It sucked. I only have 30 minutes, and I am not exactly sure how long I have been online. I don’t care though. I just wanted to post from the library. :) I finally redid my index page. I like it much better this way - with the pic of the lil mermaid girl. She�s not THE little mermaid (Ariel) but just A little mermaid. I think I will name her Rhianna. Yah.. that’s it...Rhianna the little mermaid girl. I�m a goof. I am killing time cause I am supposed to be at work but my client hasn’t called me to say he’s at home; and I am NOT driving all the way out to his apt to sit and wait. I’d rather hang out here. I am going to try to find a book to read when I am done with this thing too. :) I had some Pepsi today - so I’m hyper. Oh..and Rob is back. I hadn’t seen him since before Thanksgiving. I know he was being..well..silly...but he asked me last night if I wanted to go on tour with him when he goes again at the end of the month. I of course said...yah. I would LOVE to go on tour. I think I would have to get an entire new wardrobe - I own nothing “metal” but still. Rob’s fun. But he’s still so hard to read. He’s quite intriguing. Is that how you spell that? I dunno. He�s all shaved now � which I like � but I liked him not all shaved too. It�s weird how I like him. I�m not really scared of it; it�s just a fun little infatuation. But..its��weird. I feel like a schoolgirl�all giddy and stuff. I was wearing my orange and gray sweater last night and he looked at me and said, �You know what gray does to me right?� and said �what does gray do to you?� and he said, �It�s an aphrodisiac.� To which I replied �well I�ll be sure to always wear gray then.� He smiled at with his huge brown eyes and just laughed. It was funny. Sometimes we have these really�sweet/funny moments. It�s nice. :) He’s just a nice guy.
My times up.
paradox (PAR-uh-doks) noun
1. A statement that appears contradictory or absurd yet in fact may
be true.
2. A self-contradictory statement that appears true or is derived from
true statements.
3. A statement that contradicts commonly accepted opinion.
[From Latin paradoxum, from Greek paradoxon, from paradoxos (contrary to
opinion), from para- (beyond) + doxa (opinion), from dokein (to think).]
“Assuming that the engineering problems could be overcome, the production
of a time machine could open up a Pandora’s box of causal paradoxes.
Consider, for example, the time traveler who visits the past and murders
his mother when she was a young girl. How do we make sense of this? If
the girl dies, she cannot become the time traveler’s mother. But if
the time traveler was never born, he could not go back and murder his
mother.”
Paul Davies, How to Build a Time Machine, Scientific American (New York),
Sep 1, 2002.
I’m feeling much better today. not totally 100%, but better. Thanks for all the well wishes over the last couple of days. they’ve helped. ::cool::
im sorry to be only writing complaints. :(
still under the weather. have to go back to work today. not sure if I will be able to accomplish much, and prolly shouldn’t be around the clients too much anyway. don’t want them to get sick. I still can’t decide if I want to try to go to the walk in clinic or not. it’s like 80 bucks. haven’t had the energy to find a free clinic in Tampa. maybe ill make hubby do that tonight. don’t know. want to go back to bed. must get shoes on and drive 15 miles, making two stops on the way 1. to get some Gatorade and throat drops and 2. to get a clients check. I hope I don’t pass out. I think I used up all my energy taking a shower. :( we can’t afford me to be sick, and we can’t REALLY afford me to go the Dr either. :(
I think I would feel ok if I could swallow without wanting to cry. it makes it hard to eat anything. I didn’t have ANY sort of appetite till late last night and I only ate a little Jell-O, but it was GOOD. My husband is the best husband ever. He’s been taking really good care of me. He doesn’t like to go shopping at all, but he went out yesterday and got me Velveeta and then MADE me cheese dip. He could have just gotten a bottle of the cheese dip and heated it up, but no - he went the whole 9 yards. I married the best man.
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