I made a few changes here, as I guess you can see. I’ve been beat down (like Karen) by the 800×600 people. So here. Enjoy. *grumble grumble* I also took down my Zonkboard. Don’t get me wrong on this one. I love my zonk and the people who run it, but mine didn’t get used too much, and since the ultimate in lovlies, Karen, has loaned me a Comments feature, I don’t really need it.
We’ll see how long this lasts.
Yes, I was sick earlier this week. Then I got better. It would appear that I only had a chest cold, since my head never felt stuffy or achy. Until today!! I woke up today feeling awful, and now my head feels like it weighs 10lbs. more than it should. Ohh! The sneezing. I forgot to mention the sneezing. Ohhh, and the blocked ears. I hear the ocean. Yes, I do TOO, dammit! I hear the ocean. Shhh. Listen. SEE?!?
Yea weekend!….and I’m spent.
Twice in my life, I’ve had intense, realistic, romantic dreams. I mean romance, love, wedded bliss kind. The first one was a couple of years ago. It was my wedding day. I can’t remember anything about the man other than he was Latino and looked at me with total devotion in his eyes. I woke up happy.
Last night, I had a similar dream, but it was much more detailed. His name was Manny, and he too was Latino. I was having dinner out with friends (I, know, as IF) and I saw someone standing close to the exit. He was wearing some kind of uniform (green and yellow) that resembled a bullfighter’s clothes. Now, this would probably make him more Spanish, I realize, but he assured me that he wasn’t. (weirdness, as if being Spanish was a bad thing?) Then he asked me to come over to a table with him. I guess my friends left, as they never made another appearance in this dream. I went over to the table with Manny and saw two gift-wrapped boxes. One was large and one was very small. I opened the small one. It was the oddest ring I had ever seen. It was a series of silver bands, separated, and scattered with diamonds. In the center, there was something that actually resembled my seafoam-green foam earplugs. It was actually some kind of jewel, I was told. The ring was very old and it was a family heirloom. He asked me to marry him. I told him I didn’t know who he was, but he insisted that we had met once. He looked so sincere (and so much like Mark Consuelos) that I said yes. We went to tell my family, who were thrilled with the news. My dad even made a joke about if I couldn’t have a bullfighter, I could at least have someone who looked like one.
Then I woke up.
So apparently, I really need to meet more Latino men. At least one of them MUST be the man for me.
First off, I need to tell you that I saw a pic of little Neville from Harry Potter. He has lost almost ALL of his baby fat. He may just have to bulk up to continue playing Neville.
This is why I kinda sorta like living here: Driving home from work when you live in WV in Autumn, you see the coolest things. The red, orange, and yellow leaves that fall from the trees become “Attack Leaves” as you pass. It’s like the stars when Han Solo puts the Millenium Falcon into hyperdrive. Only, um, the stars are leaves. Oh, and the surrounding space is desolate shutdown coal towns. Nonetheless, it’s a beautiful site.
In other news, I believe I might be coming down with the flu. But, then again, I may just be tired and having some allergies hit me. I dunno *shrugs*