Shane having surgery and SCARY Dreams!

It is 72 degress today. This is the last warm day for a while, I'm afraid. I'm gonna miss it. ;_;

Una's Husband Shane is having most of his large intestine removed today, most likely as I type this. God bless that doctor to be able to do this without complications or having to fit Shane with a colostomy bag. I sure hope that Una doesn't stress too hard and that Shane doesn't wake up with too much pain and that he doesn't get a post operative infection like he did last time when they put a mesh in. The good thing is, the MASSIVE hernia he had will be gone now.


I dreamt early this moring/what I woke up with, some pretty busy and scary things. What I can remember is jumbled and doesn't seem to coincide with other parts of the dream. What I can remember, firstly, was that I was back at chuck's, where he used to own a feedstore, and I was going to get horse feed, but his feed had been too dry. So I go to the back to watch them make it, and the buggy that I used to put cracked corn in, (Imagine huge bin that would probably hold about half a ton at a time) was going into a slot really fast, on it's side, and that's how it stirred the feed. When I added more molasses, I pushed the button for the bin to start processing the feed, and feeling guilty for doing that, but I got feed that wasn't so dry. I remember brad and scott, my cousins being there, as well as a guy Jon that I worked with there at the time. He's a cop now.

The second part of the dream, I was trying to make my way through the woods. Instead of taking a path, I felt confident to just plow on through the woods. I did that as soon as I came apon this persons cabin, and boy did I get lost until I found my way back to them. They asked where I was going, and I said towards Nortonville, and they pointed a direction, and I could tell they were laughing at me, but not in a bad way. I had started out at Grandmas house, and had walked up to Nanny's. (In real life, there was a path from Grandma's house to Nanny's, that is, before those people scammed my great aunts out of Grandpas land with a promise to turn it into a horse farm instead of sub division, but instead, turned around and had a realitor auction it, and now it is a huge anal rape of a butchering now, as well as a slap in the face. Anyway, I hate to tell those squatters, but when I get the money, I'm buying them out and getting land that had been in my family for over 100 years, -BACK-.)

Anyway, I had gotten off track and lost in the woods and kept coming back to this persons house. I think I kind of annoyed them at first, but they were getting so used to seeing me lost and showing up at their house, that they started welcoming me. The last time that I was there, he gave me bamboo splinters and told me that I could go fishing, and he showed me a new path. For some reason, I had a new dog with a broken leg, because he had a cast on his front leg, and he was pretty. Tan with soft black points and fluffy. :) I thought he had gotten lost until I called him, and he came up running, so we head on down a new trail the guy had pointed out to me. This trail was a bit muddy, and there were tracks, but the tracks were wide. I kept thinking that the path was too small for four wheelers, so it had to be motorcycles, but the tracks were wide like four wheeler tires. The man had warned me that there were very bad people out in the woods, and to be careful so they wouldn't get me. I guess I wasn't careful enough, because I passed this shack and these three guys came out. They scared me and they tried to attack me, that's where it turned into a nightmare. I remember fighting for my life, and eventually beating each one of them with the back scratching stick that I have at the foot of my bed. It's a small thin table leg with a peice of metal on it. I remember beating them each in turn, in the head with it, but I wasn't hitting them very hard, and they wouldn't go down and stay down. Then the woman came out, and everyone was yelling not to hit her, but I did, because I was terrified that she had a gun in her purse. When they were all laying on the floor, which was also the trail, I woke up.

I was very very very happy to wake up from that dream! O.O

My Heavens

I just got up, after a series of busy, disturbing, did I mention -busy- dreams during the night. Well.. day, since I went to sleep at around 4:00 this morning.

I don't rightly remember what all they were, the first thing I can remember is seeing a large, pale flesh colored round thing that was flaking. Then, the only thing I can remember was at the end of the dream. I was in Nortonville Kentucky. And we were at some house doing something, I don't rightly remember what it was, that memory just flashed, and we went outside. Nortonville is a -tiny- little town in Ky. Well, there's a bridge in Nortonville and in the dream, it was the bridge that is here in Lebanon. I went outside and there's a lot of people standing around, just hanging out, and all the sudden, someone shouts that there's been two children hit by a car. I step to the left, because there's houses in front of us, blocking the view, to look, but this one guy gets real hateful and says, "No stupid, they're on the other side!" Because he's some know it all person, but he was wrong. The children were on this side, and they were brother and sister. They had tried to cross the road, but had both been hit by a car. They had put the little boy in plastic and were loading him up and I began to weep. Momma was with me and she put her arms around me and held me as I cried while one of the cops, who was also very sad, asked for someone to contact the funeral home. They loaded the little boy up while his sister was covered up in blue tarp or something, and I either began to pray or speak aloud, almost panicked, asking God what about their soul? Where were they? Were they old enough to be saved? And as Momma hugged me, I knew that death was going to die for each person that ever died.

It was a very disturbing dream, none the less. I don't know what all I dreamt, but I still have this weird, uncomfortable feeling. I hope everything goes alright for when we travel to Ky today and back here tomorrow after Thanksgiving.

Una, Auto.. if anything happens to me, I Love you both very very much. You too, Momma and Daddy.

I don't want to hear my name no more tonight

Ever since Momma's gotten home, she has driven me up the -wall-. The last straw that broke the camel's back just happened, when I heard her hollar, "Why am I folding clothes when I've worked all day?" I couldn't help it, what started coming out of my mouth kept getting louder and louder and went as such:

"Why have I been in bondage to this house since I was twelve? Why don't I have a life, a family, a career, a home of my own when I'm 32 years old? Why have I wasted my life cleaning your house when you bullied me into being your live in MAID!?"

I think she heard me, because she backed off, even though I did go help fold clothes.


I

HATE

THIS

HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still Dreamin'

As of late, this blogger is turning into a quasi-dream blog.

Last night, I had a dream where me and someone had some lobsters. I remember cracking mine open and the meat inside was perfect (Unbroken) and huge. Now, in real life, I -hate- the taste of lobster, but that's ok, I didn't eat it in the dream, either. Just poked at it because it was in such perfect shape.

I hurt my knee today! My right one! I was leaned over slightly, and I jumped and my right knee, right at the middle of the patella, said, "Welp. Gotta go. See ya!" And it hurts now. :(


Ping is sitting on the keyboard by the number pad. He's ready for me to feed him, so as I type, he'll try to bite my fingers. I place him off the keyboard and he doesn't show much amusement.

Scrambled Dreams

Every now and then, I'll have dreams that are like, continued from other dreams, but I won't have them consecutively. I'll dream something one night, then maybe four months later, I'll continue the dream. Or I'll dream of the same place again, but it's like, different. I dreamt last night I was at this horse barn with Stephanie, I believe. I can't remember much of it, rather than seeing the stalls at an angle, with me being very close to the ground. I wish my subconcious would be a bit more clearer to me.

Just got hay for my horses, boy were they happy. When Mr. Clayton was done cutting the strings off the hay, the girls were standing at it, and he tipped the hay spike down, the hay rolled off and spooked them. Deigh was running around, extending her neck then flipping her head, her way of saying, "Gonna BUCK!" and trotting around. It was funny, but they're happy. And when my animals are happy, -I'm- happy.

My character, `Kouga on Conquer, is almost halfway to level 110! Well.. about 22 pct into the level. LoL I gave him a new hairstyle tonight, so he now kinda looks like Kouga! I miss his old style, but he has longer hair. And WIIIIINGS! I love his wings! He has black armour and wings! I also bought him a +1 Jet heavy ring last night, because the durability of his old ring was so low, it wouldn't repair. Which is good though, he has more durability on this one and I have a +1 ring now, so if I get one more +1 and an elite ring, I'll have him a +1 elite ring. XD

I slept until 2:00 p.m. today. *Shakes head* Though, I didn't get to sleep until 5:00 this morning, no thanks to my habit of having to have the tv on all the time, as well as Roseanne being on.

I had a weird dream that I don't recall much of it, but what I -do- recall had something to do with me and some girl walking across this large albeit wooded space. We got to the top of this mountain that really wasn't very tall, just rocky, and climbed up it. I know that we were on someone elses land, so we were hurrying to hide, because the owners were coming. There were windows in the mountain top, so we slipped in and the room we snuck into was an attack for the top of the mountain. As soon as we got into the attic, we snuck across, because there were rocky obstacles to sneak over, and once we got to the other end, she pushed open the window and stepped out. I remember being either hesitant or confused, but eventually slipped out the window with her and that's all I remember other than my mom telling me that our floor mate wouldn't work if it was clogged with my hair or something. :-/

The Irony. Oh, The Irony

Had to get the counters remeasured again tonight before they can install new ones.

Spent 3 1/2 hours cleaning the house.

They were here less then twenty minutes.

At least I don't have to clean the house tomorrow.

Dear Diane

You are my friend, and I love you, but there's quite a few things that you do that just drive me up the ever-loving -wall-.


1. Listen to me when I talk. That means no interrupting, no talking around me, over me, or raising your voice as you PLOW ON through what you're saying when I try to take my turn in the conversation. That drives me nuts!

2. Believe it or not, *Gasp* I do know some stuff about stuff. Granted, you are a very very intelligent woman, and believe it or not, I -do- learn from you, but do NOT treat me as if my mind is an empty wasteland filled with useless information. I may not be the brightest bulb in the chandalier, but at least I can shine a little bit of light.

3. Which leads us to this. Please please do not talk to me as if I am a brain dead idiot in front of other horse people. I'm fat, which leads a -majority- of people in this society to come to the belief that fat people are stupid. That is not my opinion, it is fact. It is how I have been treated all of my life. I've seen it portrayed as such even on t.v., the fat one is stupid, the thin one is smart/tolerant/sometimes short tempered with said fat one. I don't need you enforcing such a -stupid- stereotype with me in front of strangers.

4. I know you do think I'm stupid, and for that, I'm sorry. I don't speak well, I mutter when I can't get the right words out and this bloody social problem of mine isn't going to get better, so therefore, I type out what I feel a heck of a lot better than I will ever speak them. I can't stutter and ramble and bumble my words in type.

5. Listen. To. Me. I appriciate that you've got your eyes open for a saddle for me. I appriciate that you're looking out for me, but why in the world did you think that I was interested in an English saddle? When you told me that you had found a saddle that was for sale, that was almost just like yours, I immediately assumed that you were talking about a western saddle, since I told you that I was interested in one. I find out on the phone with you today that it was an english, to which I quickly told you that I wasn't interested in. I already have a nice english saddle, and it's probably been ridden in less then ten times.

6. You're not my mother. I, again, appriciate that you watch out for me and look out for me, but when we get to the mother/daughter relationship, you're not going to like opening that door. You are my friend, and moreso, a sister in Christ.

7. Thank you for going to town with me when I need someone to go with. I appriciate that you will jump in the truck with me to go to the dump/town, and I have no problem whatsoever running errands for you too. It really makes me feel safe knowing that I have someone with me when I'm driving, and I am thankful that you don't mind going with me. That means more to me than you will even know, and I am glad that you can go with me.

8. It really hurt my feelings when you dumped me to go to the bowling green ranch show with traci, after I had brought it up to you not once, but twice, about us going. Then, you went on and on about the show, and about getting to ride your horse in there and whatnot, knowing that I wanted to go and couldn't. The suggestion of, "You should follow us!" should be addressed in point 7. I am not going to follow you up. What hurts is, you know that I like to go to ranch shows, yet you tell me, "I'd invite you to go with, but I'm not driving." Have you talked to traci and told her that I would love to go? You KNOW if the situation was reversed, I'd have you with us in a heartbeat. All you're thinking of is that you're getting your horse taken up to the show, and probably about how I would embarass you or something. It really hurts, and you've done this so many times, that I have shut the door on ranch shows. I will never go to one with you or traci, nor will I compete.

9. I just wonder if you talk bad about me like you tend to talk about traci. And what I meant about *L*, I meant. If she's not married, then I have no respect for her situation of shackin' up. If you're going to get defensive about that, that would honostly surprise me, seeing your views on things, but don't treat her as if she's been a friend of yours for as long as I have. I've known you for ten years, but if you start treating people better than you treat me, because they have horses they can ride, and a way to get them to shows, then I am afraid you are going to lose a friend here, because I will not tolerate that. I'm not saying this out of jealousy, but out of self-preservation. I've had that happen in the past and it hurts like crap when you get stepped over for new people who can do more for you. Friendship isn't about how much you can get out of someone, or what they can do for you. I really REALLY hope I'm wrong on this topic.

Such a wonderful evening!

Ever since Daddy got home today, around 3:34 p.m., it has been such a wonderful day. Well, Ebby did cut his forearm with her claw when she jumped up on him, nearly from the elbow to the wrist *Cringe* but other than that, we've had a great time! Momma got home, she was in a good mood, and she sat on the porch with Daddy while I unloaded and put away groceries, then, we ate ribs on the porch! The weather has been HEAVENLY, it's as if God has blessed us to this warm beautiful weather. Daddy and I sat on the porch for the longest time, talking, before Momma got home.

I set up my Dell (who's ports got fried when I tried to run it on the generator after Katrina took out our power in Alabama) in the livingroom, and now Daddy is happily watching tv and playing solitaire at the same time. Momma's brushing my kitten, Ping, that Daddy brought to me about six weeks ago, and I'm watching Pumpkinhead 2. It's nowhere -near- as good as the original, and should have never really been done, but ah well, scary is scary.

So, Thank you, Lord, for a -wonderful- day. *Hug* <33333

Sweet, just got Momma's computer desk put together, and it looks pretty nice. I spent roughly four hours on it, small breaks added to let the next set of instructions sink into my brain, but it's all good. When I go back in there, I'll put my computer before this one in there and hook it up. I need a network card for it, but since it's a dell, the card slots won't jive up. I ain't very happy about that, let me tell you what. But, I digress. We'll have a comp up and running in there by the time Daddy gets here tomorrow.

He's going to go to ky friday after his doctor's appointment, I -assume- to go check out mines with his sister. I would go, but since he's spending the night, and I am not about to spend the night with maxine and her group that have shacked up at Beck's, nor do I want to go to Michael's, because of Millies recent stroke, since I don't want to be another person to be in the way, I'll just stay here.

I've got a great idea for a book that I would like to write, but just getting it started is hard. I worry so much about boring the reader, and I have no sense of action/adventure, that I'm afraid that all I'm good for is to just come up with plots. I wish there was somewhere I could go to sell plots to, I'd make a pretty good living at that.

Dreamin'

I just got up from a dream that I had, where I had gone to WK to pick up Autumn for some reason. There was a parkinglot, a -tiiiiiiiiiiiiny- little parkinglot off to one side that was for visitors, but if you walked across that parking lot, heading away from the building, there was another parkinglot that wasn't associated with the school, so the few times I drove around there, waiting for her classes to get out, I'd park there and walk across to the campus. Finally, I either parked there and got her, or parked there, found her, then drove to pick her up. We went down this tree lined country road going back to here, and instead of houses, there were rooms. We were stopping and taking pictures and all, and there was this one room that had a waterbed with like, a parachute for covers. (Or at least that's what it looked like, because the bed wasn't made) And I remember going back to look at the pictures of our 'trip' back, and we had layed down on the bed, because the ceiling had a mirror on it, and took our pic, but somehow, took our pic from outside. The mirror was -really- close t0 us, rather than being on the ceiling, and I was thinking how much better the image of me looked on the bed, because most of my fat was covered up, but you could see it in the mirror.

Then, we get home, and I think it's time for Daddy to take us to KY to Autumn's mom's house, but before we do, Autumn takes us, her and I, back to her college, and I'm freaking out, because I don't want Daddy to yell at us, because we're trying to be gone for as long as he's in the shower and doing errands in town. So, we go back and I notice that the car's slow, because it's hilly at the campus, and we pass the small visitors parking lot before we go park at the end of the building, and I ask if her that's the visitors parkinglot, and she says yes, and I tell her where I'd been parking and she laughs and calls me silly. Autumn goes and runs inside for something right quick, and I'm sitting in the car waiting and these students are milling about. I remember people being friendly and this one girl had a beautiful head of red, wavy hair that I just loved.

Well, apparently, we get back on the road and get back home just in time so that we don't get into trouble, because WK, in the dream, isn't very far from my house. Something else happened, but I don't remember what it was.


Then I dreamt that I was sitting on the backsteps of this house, and there was woods and whatnot, and some of Daddy's female cats had gotten out previous, and there was kittens and puppies (Don't ask) everywhere! And when I looked closer, I found Mercy. It was soooo good to see her again, I finally caught her, but she didn't want to be caught, she was like that in life, she loved to go outside. (I still hate the dogs that took her from me) and I remember pulling her to me and holding her close, even if she was squirming. I took her inside, and the house was big, with all these huge windows facing the water. It seemed to have a slight nautical feel to it.

Almost Christmas time!

It seems like we didn't have a very long hot spell to our summer this year. This spring came in, dragging her feet, and by the time it did get hot and stay hot, it was time for the seasons to turn. Fall was here before we knew it and though there was a lot of -wonderfully- warm mild days, this year just didn't seem that hot this go round. I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, which is why I'm getting to the point. I wonder if this winter will actually produce snow. I haven't had a white Christmas in so long, that I just don't remember it. The only thing I dread about this winter is rain + cold = cold and wet horses. And mud. Lots and lots of yucky, gross, nasty, sticky, sloppy, messy, shoe devouring mud.

On an unrelated note, I'm watching a Simpsons I've never seen before. Whoa. XD