Rambling....... and crazy thoughts

Today was just one of those days where no matter what I tried to do I just couldn't think straight.
I wanted to stay in bed all day, but after after 11am I realized I needed to get up or else I wouldn't be able to go to bed tonight.

So for the first hour I was up I stumbled around a lot half asleep. I now have a bruise on my ankle from ramming it into who knows what and in the process managed to break a finger nail while scratching my nose.
I wish I was even kidding, but alas I am not.

Finally about 1:30pm I was mostly awake, and had a nice shower, but couldn't figure out what to do with myself. Solution? I decided to play Halo online and it was a disaster! I'm not use to planning team matches, just playing through campaigns.
......As a result I managed to kill a few off my teammates with a grenade, accidentally jumped off a ledge giving the other team a kill, and managed to blow myself up with a rocket launcher. (hangs head in shame.)
I guess that's what I get for neglecting my video game playing as of late.
It is a good thing I'm not in the army or any other strategically important combat unit for real.I would be the one person who loses it, goes running into the field on a kamikaze mission to take out the bad guys, but fails due to screaming "Where the heck do you think you're shooting? We are all hiding over there!"
Yeah.... After today's gaming disaster that would be me, giving away the location of my team mates and leaving a horrible trail of "good guy" carnage.
...However, I eventually did manage to remember "how" to play and after reconfiguring the controls to what I'm use to managed to actually get some kills in. I even got first kill a couple of times and a killing spree. Go me!

Finally it was time to retire from the Xbox for the day and spent time with the boyfriend and his little munchkin daughter. She was quite crabby the majority of the day. After we finally were able to get her to take a nap we took her to the park for a little while and introduced her to the slide and swing.
She freaked out the first few times she went down the slide even while riding on my lap, but after that she adjusted.
Then came the swing.........
I have never heard a child scream bloody murder at the top of his or her lungs like its the last thing they will ever get to do. It was crazy. Ya know; if it would have been someone threatening her for real like another kid, or  an adult threatening to spank her for being naughty or something she would have hit the kid or cried a little. This though was like life and death. I think the munchkin saw her life flash before her eyes.
We immediately stopped the swing of course and helped her out of the kiddie seat.

The rest of the day was pretty boring and lame. I had to do my stupid dishes and take out the idiot trash, but other than that I spent the majority of the day sitting on my lazy butt watching television or dazing off into space.

I did a lot of space dazing today. More than usual. In fact it was like on big cluster-**** of useless not connected events and things that it made for a seriously warped day dream. I mean for REAL!!!
How many people can claim to have spaced out long enough to dream about being trapped in outer space on a ship with human eating robots (for fuel) and a handful of vampires that for whatever reason do not want to kill you, a human, because they all think your like the next coming of some demon god of the afterlife?
Then bam! Next minute you are sitting in a college lecture hall eating popcorn while wadding up paper into little spit bullets and shooting them towards the chalk board. Instead of a professor being there you come to realize that in fact it is some kid you "creeked" in high school who is twice your size. He is chained up and screaming "I want my mommy!"
I am NOT on drugs either which begs the question.. .. Have I lost it? It's like losing your marbles and not knowing where the heck they are....
Unless your my father.........
We all know his marbles were found in my brother's closet by my mother and put into an empty, clear, glass lamp with a nightshade and now sit on the television in the dining room for all the dinner guests to see.
It definitely makes for one interesting dinner topic to break the ice.
Dinner guest: "What are those marbles doing in that lamp?"
My mother: "They were my husband's marbles and I thought they looked interesting so I took them and put them in there."


(Pretend there is a picture of marbles here. Couldn't find image I liked.)


Over the years I have come to terms with my insanity and have fully embraced it. I have decided that I am not the crazy one. It's the normal people who are.
So next time you think you are normal... think about it again. Do you really want to be the one in a straight jacket? There is no such thing as normal any more. Normal is just too scary.
....... I'd pay to see a horror flick about that :)

The Adventures of Little Cthulu

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOHJUrcVdJk

All about the Monkey....

So today there I was sitting at my desk minding my own business. My cell phone vibrated on the desk. I waited till I was off the phone and opened it to read it. I didn`t even look at who it was from. The message read "Do you want to see my monkey?"
My mind went gutter bound. I figured either it was some prank. I looked at the sender information.
From: Callie
I about died of laughter.
I totally didn`t know she had one to play with! lol. Just kidding.
I said sure and she brought it over for me to check it out. It ended up being the coolest key chain ever!!! You press a button and the monkey makes monkey noises. I so have to buy one. That way I can ask everyone if they want to see my monkey too!

Later on....
Callie: Oh my little monkey...everyone at work LOVED my monkey!! We will have to take a trip to Hobby Lobby and we'll get u a monkey..they're bad ass

A couple days later....
Me: Yay! Callie took me to Hobby Lobby and we soooo bought me a monkey. :) Me sooooo Happy. Now If some dude`s like "wanna see my monkey?" I can be like "Heck No! I got my own to play with." lol

Teaser 1 for a book in progress

Prologue

“My life sucks! “I shouted. Frustrated I threw my backpack across the room  to my pile of dirty gym clothes. Nothing exciting ever seemed to happen around here. Why no one cares to talk to me except my girlfriend and my parents is beyond me. Why my girlfriend likes me is a mystery unto itself.

Sure I’m glad that school is over and I won”t have to sit in those overcrowded, stuffy or freezing, class rooms for a few months. The problem is that now that my junior year of high school is over I’m not completely sure what I’m going to do for the whole summer. I asked my parents if I could get a job like a normal kid and they told me no. They said that I should work on studying to become smart, and genius like so that I can get a full ride scholarship to some weird European college I’ve never heard of before. The bottom line is that I’m not sure what to do with myself besides study all summer and go hiking. My girlfriend and her mom went to London to visit family. I’m not sure what else I’m going to do for the next few months. I hate summer vacation. My parents never seem to let me do anything fun on my own. It’s like I’m a priceless piece of china they are afraid to drop.

I let out a sigh of annoyance and flopped in front of my desk and pushed the power button on my new computer dad had just bought. As I watched windows load I realized just how lucky I am to have a computer with internet.

I put my hand down where my mouse was and realized it was sitting up higher than the desk. Upon closer examination I realized under the mouse there is a slightly tattered book. It looks like one of those books everyone at the public library has checked out and read. It looked rustic and new at the same time.

Being a book worm and curious as to where the book came from I removed it from under the mouse and examined the front cover. There was no writing or pictures. It was just brown, plain leather. Even the spine of the book was blank. Curious I opened the front cover and a folded up sheet of paper from a yellow legal pad fell gently onto my lap. Making sure it was nothing of importance and being slightly nosey; I carefully unfolded the piece of paper. The creases here stiff as though the paper had been folded up for years.

Carefully I scanned the writing for any indication as to who had written the note. The writing appeared hard to read. It reminded me of something I had seen of writing from the old days. It was even fancier than the Declaration of Independance's fancy letters. It didn’t look like the writing of anyone I know. I quickly decided that it didn’t matter if I read it. No one would miss this strange note. Slowly I began to read the paper.

Dear reader.

I assume you are Thomas, for whom this letter is intended for.

If not please return this book to the local library. The head librarian knows how to reach me to send it back. If you are Thomas please continue reading.

A long time ago I befriended a wonderful young lady who seemed as though her kindness could change the world. It did. She is going to be forever known as the hero of the human race. Of course none of the events in this book are known by the world as you know it. The vast majority of the world isn’t ready to know the events of her life. Most would believe this to be a work of science fiction or fantasy. I assure you it is not.

This lady friend requested that upon your finishing of your junior year of school that your parents give you this book to read. I know that this all sounds rather a bit odd, but once you finish the book you will understand.

Thank you,

H.K.T

“I’m confused.” I uttered out loud. Thinking about the letter and what it said gave me goose bumps, and one of those unexplained chills that runs up the spine. Many questions ran through my mind. How could such a strange note and book have made its way to me? How did the writer know my name? I don’t know anyone with those initials. Why did my parents have to wait to give me the stupid book anyways? It’s just another book.

“Ouch.” I said touching my head. Carefully I made my way to the bathroom across the hall and searched for my migraine pills. I grabbed a disposable Dixie cup and filled it with water. I swallowed the pill and the water all in one great big gulp.

Feeling rather dizzy from the horrible migraine this strange book caused from racking my brain I made my way back to my room and without a care in the world for anything else I plopped down on my bed and put my head under the pillow to keep the light out. I could examine the book more tomorrow if I feel like it. At that particular moment I felt extremely thankful to have the house to myself and to have the peace and quiet. Somewhere outside I heard a crow. Its call echoed as it dimmed into the background. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my breathing.

I woke up later that night having had a strange dream about the odd book. It was like the people in the book were calling for me even though I didn’t even know what kind of characters the book had. It was so dream like. I could see myself asleep and the book calling to me. It was like I was a on-looker to my own dream. It was creepy.

Annoyed by the dream and now suddenly scared of my darkened room I got up quickly and turned on the desk lap. I angled the corigated neck so the light could shine on my bed. Without a thought of hesitation I grabbed the book and plopped back onto the bed. I realized I still had my school clothes on, but didn’t care. All I could think about was reading the book. A strange voice int the back of my head told me nothing was going to be the same again, but the book would call to me in my dreams until I read it. Odd, but that was the only way I felt like I could explain the sensation.

I opened the old oil-scented leathery brown cover. Part of it fell off in my hand from not being oiled recently. With a more gentle movement of my pointer finger I turned the blank page and read the title.

“Memoirs of Emmeline Ann Stratton Grover Miller”

This biography is a compelation of Emmeline’s Journals and by the memories of close friends and family.

          Unexcited by the title and description I figured this would be the most boring book I would ever read. Little did I know at the time that I would be proving myself wrong. I flipped the page and began to read.Emmeline told me once about how she felt prior the the inclosed events...

H.K.T.

The Little Munchin and her Night Time Games

Today started out not so good. Spent the better part of the day sick again.
However around 6pm I started to feel better which is a good thing. Especially since the boyfriend has his little girl for the next few days and they are going to be staying with me.

Around 6:30pm the boyfriend arrived with his cute little two year old munchin. It had been a couple of weeks since we last got to have her due to her daddy's work schedule (which included lots of overtime), and because of the fact that I've been not feeling so well.

Anyways so they arrived and the minute they walked in the door I felt great. My two loves besides my immediate family arrived to spend time with me. I felt my the coldness of my heart and my health fade into warmth. If I could have looked in a mirror and seen myself I would have probably seen a grin 12 parsecs wide.

The little munchin was so happy to see me that she couldn't take her eyes off of me. So I spent the evening with a little 2 1/2 foot shadow trailing me. There was no escape. "Hi! Hi! Hi!" She kept saying until she found the new knects building block toys she found in her toy bin. Then it was "Elmo! Elmo!" She handed me the box to open. I dumped the contents onto the living room floor and she was so excited. She picked up knect Elmo's head "Elmo!" Then she picked up cookie monster's head "Cookie!".
I assembled the figures for her and watched as she gave them each a hug prior to dragging Elmo off to the toy kitchen set.
She grabbed a cup, a plate, and a spoon. "Mmmm.... A bite?" She asked Elmo and started to feed him.
I thought I was free to sneak out for a cancer stick, but alas it was no good. "Going bye-bye?" The little munchin asked. I realized that trying to sneak away was to attempt in vain.
It didn't matter. I love the little girl so much that I put the cigarette out of my mind and instead went to go fold and put away some laundry. She followed.
She jabbered up a storm pointing out the bed, the pillows, the shirts, and anything else she knew the word to that she saw. It cracked me up. Hearing hearing the phrase "pillow shirt" defiantly made me wonder what it would look like if pillows could be worn in place of an old fashioned t-shirt. Strangely the vision of one of those sumo wrestler suits came to mind, but instead of being a regular sumo it was a leopard print sumo since that is the design of said pillow.
As soon as I finished putting the laundry away I walked over to the large closet and grabbed a plastic grocery bag I had been keeping there. "What's that?" The munchin asked as she had followed me yet again.
"It's a present for you. You like presents don't you?" I asked.
"Oooo Oooo" She said as she lifted up her little arms.
I reached into the bag and pulled out a care bear. Cheer Bear to be exact. I handed it to her and squealed in glee. "Care Bear!" She shouted before continuing to squeal. She ran out of the bedroom and I followed behind. She ran into the living room Squealing in delight the whole way.
"Wow, little girl. Why are you so excited?" her daddy asked.
She showed him the new care bear and gave it a big hug and a kiss.
"Care bears?" she asked looking around. I pointed to the toy bin.
She rummaged through all the way to the bottom and produced her other 2 care bears. She was still squealing.
Eventually the squealing stopped and she started to rub her eyes.
"Are you ready to get in your pajamas?" Daddy asked.
She shook her head no asked for more juice. Juice denied and she threw a temper tantrum and collapsed to the floor whining.
I asked her if she wanted her jammies and she once again declined and went to attempt to hide in the corner.

The little munchin usually loves getting into her jammies and in fact usually tells us when it's nighty-nite and walks her self to the bedroom. Tonite was different.
"Do I have to come and get you? I'm going to get you!" I came after her and she started laughing. Eventually I caught the little bugger and managed to get her undressed after torturing her with a few belly lows first. Though, I don't know if its considered torture if the subject is giggling. hmmmm.....

Finally she was all ready for bed. "Are you ready for nighty-nite now" Her daddy asked.
"Nighty-nite!" She said happily and walked to the spare room where her bed is kept.

Epic Fail! The bed was not set up and ready to go. The boyfriend quickly set to getting it ready while I lured the adorable little shit out of the way.
We went and got all three care bears which she managed to hold onto all by her self and started to walk back to the bed room.
"Watcha doin'? We have to wait on daddy. He's not done setting up your bed yet." I told her.
She paid no heed and went to the bedroom anyways yelling all the way there "Come on Daddy!"

Finally everything was ready to go and one by one she threw her care bears into bed. She gave us good nite hugs and kisses and the boyfriend swooped her up and put her into her bed.
"Kitty?"  The munchin asked.
I told her I'd go get it. I asked her if she wanted her puppy too and she said no.
I went and got the kitty and moments later was back with it and handed it to her. She smiled then frowned.
"Puppy?" She asked.
"Seriously child? I just asked you if you wanted your puppy and you said no." I told her.
"I'll get it." Her daddy said and went to get it.
"Really? Seriously? I asked if you wanted your puppy and you said no." I told her.
She cracked a crooked grin and smirked.
I HAD BEEN PLAYED..... BY A TWO YEAR OLD!  How embarrassing is that? Really? How could I have been so stupid!

Finally she was ready and nodded her head off to the side. The boyfriend and I told her we loved her as we shut off the light and closed the door. I chuckled.
"What's making you giggle?" The boyfriend asked.

I explained that she wasn't too tired that she merely forget to say yes to wanting the puppy, but that I was played.
"That's my girl." He said and laughed as we went out to the living room. Despite the embarrassment I laughed too.



Stupid snowy weather

It's just another lovely unsunny day in Rapid City, SD. Snow and slush everywhere.
Today is a good day for relaxation and to enjoy the wonderful indoors with music, chores, and hot coco.
mmmmm.....Chocolate.
So I've been keeping myself busy so far today with laundry and dishes. My most favorite chores ever! (not so much) Specially since the laundry has piled up so high that when I sorted them into loads on my bed.... the bed kinda pulled a magic act and vanished from existence. Some how the idea of using a TARDIS to store my laundry is starting to seem like a good idea. lol. Tiny on the outside and massive on the inside. Besides doing laundry does kind of seem like something "we" un-important humans would have found a way to NOT have to do by now. I'm not talking about a maid service or laundry service either. I'm thinking that a Rube Goldberg machine / TARDIS type gizmo would do the trick. Who needs a washer and dryer anyways when they take up valuable space that could be used to house your very own time and relative dimensions in space, high tech, made of old gadgets Rube Goldberg washer? That would so much more cool to look at anyways. The plus side is that since a TARDIS is Sooooo big on the inside it could also store all of your seasonal decorations, extra linens, and maybe even all the stuff you just don't want to part with, but otherwise have no room to keep. It would also make for a very interesting steam-punk conversation piece for when you have house guests.....
I guess that's all besides the point. Back to the vanishing bed act:
So anyways it took me a good hour to finally be able to see my bed. It hadn't disappeared after all it was just merely playing hide and go seek. However I am still it and trying to track the laundry down and get it put away before the clock stops counting the daylight hours left. Ugh..... I know I will eventually get there.

Dishes came by easier that I would have suspected, but I owe that one to the boyfriend, who as been so sweet as to buy me dinner that few nights. Dishes were more of an escape from the Mount Everest of laundry in the bedroom.

In a way not only do I hate doing dishes, but I also enjoy it. It gives me time to think about things. I try to think about important things that need to get done or what to do later in the day.
Today was a total lack of useful thinking. Not sure why, but as I scrubbed the plates all I could think about was what it would be like if for some reason or another what it would be like if American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, and Survivor were actually shows designed to brainwash millions of Americans. I mean seriously! What is the point of all these stupid rubbish shows anyways? Has the American public gotten so dull that they find these shows really amusing? (no offense if you do, but I just can't stand them!)
So anyways there I was doing the dishes and the next thought that popped into my head was about how someone should make a movie highlighting the terrors and horrors of reality television. I got that thought how? I tried to imagine what it would be like if I were to ever be on such a show and cringed in absolute feelings of well.... yucky! The only way that I would ever be on such a lame television program would be either
A) I've been brainwashed
B) A monkey stole my brains
C) I was kidnapped and tortured against my will
D) I am in hell
or
F)The laundry teleported me to another dimension where everyone is forced to do reality TV

*sigh*

Sadly I am now terrified of dishes and fear that I will have to find a way to make my own dishwasher since I cannot afford to buy one. If there was a way to clean dishes ironically I would be set, but alas human technology has not evolved far enough for such a thing to exist. 

Well enough mumbling of useless ideas for now and back to the pile of laundry. Somehow it appears to have grown while I've been blogging. If I didn't know any better I'd say it is living, breathing, and thinking about eating me for lunch. *gulp*

Where's the hot coco when you need it?

The End of a Long Week

Everyone has them: Weeks that just tend to drag on forever.
I have just had one of those kind of weeks....... The only funny part was on "hump" day (Wednesday)
Go ahead and skip to if if you want. I won't judge you :)

The week started out with some heavy spring cleaning. So heavy in fact that I almost had to use a shovel just to get started.

Sunday

 I first started by cleaning out my disaster of a closet. If anymore clothes could have been shoved in there it would have looked like war zone.
Shoes laid across the the floor. No visible pairs seemed to come fourth. I removed all the shoes and spent at least a good half hour or so trying to figure out which ones I wanted to keep and which ones to toss into the Rummage sale pile. That was the easy part.

Next came the clothes. The were so tightly packed that just taking out one would case the garment to grab another dozen of hangers with it. Talking about horrible! Not only did I find fashion trends more that five years old that should have been banned, but dust bunnies big enough to count as pets.
Sneezing was commonplace as I tried to decide what to keep and what should go. I found items I don't even remember buying! What a mess. Faux fur-fringed cardigans, hooded shirts, and even Tommy Hilfiger was not safe from my wrath. Besides Tommy Hilfiger went out how long ago? I have seemed to have forgotten.
Most items I found shoved in the back of the closet just didn't seem to be me. I mean seriously; what is a girl who loves Gothic outfits, steam punk fashion, and punk rock going use anything with a major brand log0? Then I remembered why I had them in the first place....work. When I had started my call center job back in 2005 I had hardly any dressy clothes, which were required. Then I remembered that I had bought most of them from second hand shops because at the time it was all I could afford. To bad I didn't notice how hideous the strange collection was. Eventually after the closet was sorted approximately 4 and a half hours later. I cannot honestly remember the last time I had spent that much time cleaning out a closet. Later I spent a few more hours putting all of it into storage tubs to go in the shed until rummage sale season come into full swing.

Later on that day the boyfriend came over and helped me move some furniture around to make for a more productive use of space in my tiny hovel of a home.
I had started at 10am and was finally finished by 10pm. I took a whole day just to get it done.
I felt good to have accomplished such a large undertaking even though it required an extra hot shower to get the dust bunnies and who knows what else off of my hair. I finished the day exhausted and slept straight through the night without any issues.

Monday

I woke up sicker than a dog and realized my allergies had decided to kick my ass. I couldn't swallow. My throat was dry. My eyes were so blood shot that it looked like I spent the night binge drinking. My head pounded like someone was trying to relocate a semi-truck somewhere in my subconscious.
Bottom line...... I screwed up big time. I should not have cleaned out the closet without having my extra strength allergy meds refilled. My punishment was a day in bed bored to tears, but to sensitive to light and sound to do anything what-so-ever. It made time seem slower than it should have been.

Tuesday

I woke up still sick even with the prescription strength allergy pills, mucinex, and benedryl. Now I was peeved. As the day drug on I realized that I had managed to catch a nasty cold on top off the allergies.
The day was spent without getting anything productive done. Unless you count using a whole box of Kleenex, and half a bottle of cold medicine productive. So there I was...glued to the couch watching TV between uncontrollable napping. You know what I mean right? The kind of napping that reminds one of a small child struggling to stay awake when it should be nap time. It was very much like that. My head bobbed down, snapped back up, and so fourth. At least I didn't have to fight over control of the TV with anyone. It was nice to watch what I wanted without anyone complaining. At least i got to sleep to help pass the time.....



Wednesday

I woke up feeling sick, but like the cold part of it was gone. The meds appeared to have helped. So I got up and went about my day like usual. Well.... almost usual.
I had a job interview that morning and had to get dressed up and look presentable. Finally I was all dolled up and had my runny nose under control had headed out.

When I arrived for my interview I felt as though I had traveled into some sort of alternate dimension.
They lady working the front desk greeted me pleasantly and got me set up to take a quick computer test while complaining about her hot flashes. Really? Seriously? If it would have been my current employers office she probably would have been written up for some sort of harassment or inappropriate behavior. Then she returned to her work??????
She sat back down in her chair, clicked her mouse to select an e-mail, picked up a nail file and began shaping her nails while the lobby TV was apparently playing her favorite Sponge Bob Square Pants Episode. Every once in a while she looked up from her work and chuckled at the tele. It made it rather difficult for me to focus, but alas the stupid test was complete.
The HR lady was called out to get me and she took me on a tour of the premises. Really nice place. A lovely break room, Internet cafe type room, gym, and all new computer equipment. At least I "think" they were nice.
It appeared that I was too over dressed. The employees and even the HR lady were wearing anything under the sun you could think of. I noticed one person wearing pajamas. One was wearing shorts and flip flops. I noticed one person wearing a bath robe. What the heck is this???? Then I learned that along with all the wonderful other things as mentioned above that they had no dress code policy. As long as your outfit is G-rated they don't mind what you wear. Never in a million years have I seen anything like it. The closest would be Sam's Club, but even they have limits.
I left the interview feeling like I had just traveled across reality and space and my car was the TARDIS. (google Dr. Who if you don't know what it is or if you love Doctor Who you should check out this neat site!)

http://tardisbuilders.com/index.php?board=20.0

As soon as I got home I quickly changed into more comfortable attire, took more meds, brushed my teeth, and rushed out the door to my dentist appointment. Nothing Unusual there.

After my appointment I rushed back home to wait for my Dad to pick me up for lunch.
My Dad is a very strange man and I love him for it. :)
 He had called me the night before with my brother's cell phone from the local cigar bar to set a time. At the time I was still feeling icky and didn't think about it until later as to how odd it was. Which is more scary? My 69 year old electronic ignorant father using a cellphone to call me or the fact that he was out smoking and drinking without the comfort of his garage and radio.
I tried to imagine who he would have looked trying to yell at people for speeding as they walked by from inside the bar. I giggled a lot.
Finally my Dad showed up and we went to lunch at my favorite soup and salad place. Conversation was little and not very interesting since I felt I really didn't have much of anything important or interesting to share.
My Dad paid the tab and got up and put his coat on......
"I've gotta see a man about a horse before we leave." He quoted the famous Duke. (John Wayne)
For those of you who don't watch western movies, or old movies, or just don't understand old people.... That was his way of saying he had to visit the john.
"Dad!" I cringed and laughed at the same time.
"What kind of horse do ya want?" He asked.
At that point I couldn't help but laugh so hard and speak rather loudly to him. "Dad, please... what makes me think I need your own shit when I'm so full of my own?" A few heads turned and looked at us disapprovingly. My dad laughed till he was red in the face. I went and waited by the car for him to finish his "horse" transaction.

Later that evening I went to a friends house and watched Ghost Hunter's with her on SyFy since they were airing for the first time the episode they filmed in my home town about the historical Alex Johnson Hotel.
It was so so. I actually felt disappointed that they had not found anything of interest since I worked the haunted floor for 2 1/2 month during my summer break before my sophomore year. However it was exciting to see the hotel being shown on National Television.

Thursday

Woke up sicker than I was Monday or Tuesday :(
I guess my attempt to returning to life as normal was a bust. Cold season bites. Allergy season drains :(
The day took forever to end.

Friday

Still sick, but managed to make it into work for at least a few hours. Only my allergies seemed to bother me.
After work the boyfriend took me to out for tacos to help clear my sinuses. After dinner it was straight to the couch and eventually bed.

Saturday

Very early morning. Around 3 am to be exact I woke up and could not fall back asleep due to a horrible and annoying tingling of all my nerves in my body.
Finally about 6:30 am I was able to fall back asleep for about 3 hours.
When I finally woke I felt like crap. Not cold crap. Not allergy crap, but just plain crap. My joints, muscles, nerves, and a few bones hurt so bad that I wanted to cry. Wondering why?
Let's just say certain ingredients are not good to be ingested by someone with fibromyalgia. The soda I had picked to go with my tacos the night before was apparently loaded with all natural ingredients and some of them I just couldn't handle. (I discovered this after googling for a while and finally found a page saying the company had changed the formula within the last few months.)
So another day was wasted between the bed and the couch. Finally by about 3pm the pain started to recede.

I felt well by evening that I decided to get out of the house for a few hours and i went to the local pool hall and talked with my friend that works there. The boyfriend drove me down there since I still wasn't feeling up to driving and so he could play some darts for awhile.

Moral of the post..... Even funny people get sick and have horrible weeks :)



Funny Dream..... Explained

The other night I woke up in a complete state of terror. Allow me to explain why......

Most people in this world are blessed to have a full set of teeth. Myself on the otherhand not so much.
I was born with all my teeth except my eye-teeth. (Those are the teeth next to your two front teeth.) I had one baby eye tooth on one side and was completely missing the other. When My adult front teeth came in the single baby tooth got knocked out.

When I was eight years old I got braces. (The nasty old fashioned ones that wrapped all the way around the teeth) The orthodontist and my dentist decided along with my parents to fix my mouth so the gaps where the missing teeth were suppose to be would remain open.

After braces I had a retainer with spacers in it to keep the gaps open and eventually upgraded to a retainer with fake teeth on it so that no one could see the gaps.

After many years of waiting I finally underwent dental implant surgery in early 2008. They doctor had to give me a bone graft first so that the screws that the new eye teeth would screw onto had support since the bone had decayed where the roots would have been. A few months later the CAT scan showed the graph took and screws were put in. Another CAT scan was done months later and it appeared everything was good.
So the doctor moved on to the next step and put in abutments, which is kind of like a washer to go between the screw post and the fake teeth.

Then the worst thing imaginable happened......

While the doctor was trying to put on said washers everything broke loose. The bone graft broke up inside my gums and the metal posts came out with chunks of bone. The CAT scans had lied. I was devastated.
Shortly after it was discovered that I have Fibromyalgia and that was the reason my body rejected the implants. I cried. I had waited almost 20 years for teeth and it looked like it wasn't meant to be.

Finally a doctor came up with a solution. He proposed the use of a dental technique that most doctors now days do not recommend do to life expectancy.... Maryland Bridges.

That is when fake teeth are made and are given wings. The wings then are glued onto the backside of the surrounding teeth.

Due to the location and the noticablity of using traditional metal wings the doctor consulted with 3M to find out what kind of teeth they could come up with.

They designed a set of teeth that are a mix of cubic zirconia and porcelain with the wings molded on using the same materials. They then had to design a special glue so that the strange ceramic mix could stick to my teeth. They couldn't find one. So they looked for a unique substance that could stick to the wings that glue could stick to and did.

Finally I got my teeth with primer and glue and I would not trade them for anything in the world. I know have to be careful what I eat though due to the possibility of them breaking.

Now back to the dream.........

I awoke in an panic screaming. I instantly felt inside my mouth to make sure my teeth were still there. Phew! It was okay.

My boyfriend who was asleep next to me woke up to my screams and asked, "What's the matter! Honey are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a nightmare." I replied.

"About what?!?!" He asked.

At that point I couldn't believe how silly it was and started laughing as I explained that I dreamed that he had force-fed me hard caramel and it ripped my teeth out.

Moral of the post? Dreaming about eating candy can be PRETTY scary  :)