Work...work..work...that's all I do...

Hi Blogger pals! Hmmm...Yup...according to my title, that's pretty much what I've been up to. I don't mind. Glad to note that the hair dreams are over, but I dreamed the other night I got a cool looking tatoo. unfortunately, in my dream, the tatoo artist decided to use his own artistic license on it and change it so that instead of putting the tatoo on my lower back, it ended up covering the whole left of my back. Really whacked out design, and finally I was able to stop him. I remember thinking in my dream with dismay that I would have to pay a fortune to laser the damn thing off. Hmmmm...gotta think about this dream a bit. A tatoo dream could mean that someone (like the ex) is trying to stain my reputation with lies and innuendo (as indicated by the crazy tatoo I would never get in a million years), but I stopped him. Hmm...I remember feeling the tatoo needle in my skin, kinda like perhaps the number of times he stabbed me in the back???? Maybe I'm overreaching, but I believe my dreams help me try to understand my waking life. Hey Pinky..if u got a dream dictionary hany, check this one out for me in your spare time. Thanks girl!
Well, I don't feel much like blogging any more tonight, but I'll leave you with a Blogger question: What was the strangest dream you've had recently and did you figure out why you dreamt it? let me know. K....gotta sleep...blog ya later!

Whats with all the Friggen Strange Dreams Already?

Yup...had another wierd dream..and it was about my hair again. In my dream I decided I was tired of having long hair, and I took a pair of scissors and chopped off my hair. I marveled at how it was a perfect job with just one clip. Then I woke up. Somebody help me out with this one. These dreams are starting to drive me crazy! Not much else to report...I will be in White River for the next week, and I'll try to Blog from there. Hoping to make some serious cash before my friends wedding. Should be loads of fun. Well, I'm going to sign off. Goodnight Blogland!

An Unwanted Proposition

Hi Blogger pals...finished a very long day of work here in the Back Forty....worked from noon until about 3am thereabouts. I had to Blog, as from what you could probably tell from the title of this entry, I was hit on yet again! Here is the script for my version of "An Indecent Proposition":

(Man- extremely hairy..can tell he's probably gorilla hairy Blech! pays for pizza. About to leave with pizza when he stops, and turns back to face Stranger at the till)

Man- You losing weight again?
Stranger (cautiously)-Yeah.
Man- How are you doing it? Having a lot of sex?
Stranger-(stunned)-No.
Man- Oh come on! You don't have a lot of sex?
Stranger- (still stunned and shocked)- I don't even think about that.
Man- You sure?
Stranger- Yeah (tone of annoyance)
Man- (laughing)- Well I'll see ya. (turns to leave, but turns back again suddenly) But if you want to, let me know.
Stranger (with disgusted look on her face)-NO!!!
Man-(still laughing)- See ya
(Stranger watches man leave with murder in her eyes, then shudders, feeling nauseated)

There you go. By the way, this is copyrighted...no plagarism, k? Yeah, it was disgusting cause 1) He didn't know my name.
2) He's soo hairy is nauseating to look at him
3) He was old...about 55, maybe pushing 60.
I could go on and on, but I know some of you have probably taken this moment in time to run to the nearest sink to barf your brains out. I still shudder when I think about it. Of course, I could have told him where to go and how to get there, but the business doesn't need to lose a customer either. So I got his money. What a prick. How was your day? Let me know. Blogger question...since this has got to be to date the sickest pick up line I've ever recieved (and from such a gross looking guy to boot)...have you ever had someone proposition you in this manner, and how did you deal with it? Zink, I know you already responded in a previous Blog entry about your worst pick up line, so for you, tell about the worst that you heard that happened to someone else. Okay, gotta sign off, cause I want to puke my guts out. A final word tho to all the gorillas in our midst (pun intended) Shave! Or better yet, wax or laser the damn fucking hair off...Women don't go for excessively hairy men...It's sooo disgusting. If you don't, then go live in the friggen forest or something! BLECH! Okay done rant-must toss my cookies! Blog ya later!

A crazy dream and adventures in spine adjustments.

Okay, last night I had another crazy dream. It was one of those dreams where you are on the outside looking in. I saw myself sitting with some people (no one I recognized, but I knew them as friends in my dream) and I parted my hair, which hung long and straight, to reveal a strip about 2 inches wide of baldness that went from one side of my head to the other. In my dream I lamented the loss of my hair, and didn't know why it fell out. I woke up confused. I told my Dad about it, and he said he thought something bad might happen to me. Man, how I wish I had a dream dictionary with me. I used to have one, but that was like 10 years ago, and I've moved a lot since then. Frig. Anyone got a theory on this one? let me know...I'd appreciate it.
Okay, so in the past week I had suffered from excruciating pain in my left hip. This has been ongoing since Christmas, but for some inexplicable reason, I woke up one morning barely able to walk. Yeesh! So I finally manage to see the local chiropractor, who informed me that my pelvis had tilted back, which caused my left hip to go out of place which caused my left leg to be 3/4 of an inch SHORTER than my right leg. He went to work manipulating it back into place. I heard CRACK! CRACK! Then he was done. He told me it was from improper posture when sitting, and he showed me a back stretch to do to help. I stood up, and instantly..the fatigue was gone and for the past two days I had loads of energy. I went to bed at a decent hour, and got up early this morning...7 am, a whole hour before my alarm went off. I worked from 8:30am til 11pm non stop. I'm tired now, but I am happy that this prob is getting fixed. I have to see him for a couple more sessions, but I think I'll be okay. Funny how our posture goes downhill as we get older. I think back to High School, and recall a time when people used to compliment me for my posture (which they called 'perfect'). So I guess I'm on my way back (no pun intended) to the posture I had in my teens. I went from feeling like a ninety year old to a person in their 20's in a matter of 15 minutes. So, be kind to your backs, k? Cool.

Monday morning, prank calls and strange dreams

Hi Blogger pals! Not much to note here, altho I do have to pat myself on the back...I actually got to bed at a half decent hour and was awake (wide awake) early this morning. Was up by 7 am. Hope the attacks of insomnia are over for a while.
So I'm in for a long day....my parents are in Thunder Bay for a food show, which they go to every year, and for the next 2 days, I am in charge of the restaurant, and taking care of the birdies. Yup, soo much fun. I'll be going to work in the next 2 hours.
Okay, so the past couple of days, I've been the subject of a joke by 2 of my family members which just cracks me up. The other day my mom calls the restaurant on her cell phone and orders a pizza, and I was sure it was her, but she convinced me she was a customer. Wel, when I went to get the fixins for the pizza, my mom just cracked up. The next day I was talking to one of my sisters on the phone, and I get a beep on the other end. Little did I know that the same sister called the second line using her cell, and orders a pizza. She would of succeeded, but when I asked for the phone number, she cracked up and said "Oh I can't do this anymore". So I have to get back at the two of them, but i haven't figured out how. It has to be something good natured. I'll figure it out eventually. Oh its gonna be fun! Can't wait.
Altho I had a good sleep last night, I had a peculiar dream. I dreamt I was in a busy city, hanging out with friends, and as I was getting ready to go out, I noticed in the mirror that my teeth were falling apart. But then after a few moments, those cracked fragments broke away and new teeth were in its place. Wierd. Anyone out there have a good grasp of dream interpretation? Let me know what you think this dream represents. I think it may be symbolic of doing away with old aspects of myself. I don't know. I do have a tendency to think about my dreams, and sometimes I figure out why I dreamt it. Dreams are important in our family...we all pay attention to them here. Which brings me to my Blogger question of the day....what was the wierdest dream you've ever had? Did you ever figure out why you dreamt it? Let me know.
Until I Blog again, it's back to the old grindstone. Sigh.

Another Blah Day...but I've found a way to make the time go by easier...

Yup, just another day in this shit-splat town....holy crap.....I have insomnia again...I think I'm really bored. Was a little bit busier today, but not busy enough to keep me from thinking about everything. Maybe I'm feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I need to take some courses in something. My aunt recently sugested I take University courses online and (gasp!) get my B Ed. Only takes a year here in Ontario. A part of me thinks hell...I'm smart enough..why don't I take Psychology too? And get a major in English? I wonder how long I'll need to be here. Don't you hate it when you're stuck 'in the meantime'? I feel like, "well, now what?" Sometimes I think that no matter what I do, no one else really is impressed with anything I do. And you know what I think? Sometimes I think that's not so bad. Can't miss what you don't have, I always say. I'm not living for anyone else right now. I don't have anyone in my life that would prevent me from doing what I want to do. Yet I hear naysayers all around me. As if their lives are soo much better than mine. So I guess I'm just stuck in a bit of a rut. Nothing major. Nothing that I can't get out of. The question is, when do I get there? And how? I'm surrounded by negativity at times that makes me want to scream. Somedays I feel angry at those who use and abuse others. Especially those who in my life have wreaked havoc and have still to this day not atoned for their actions. I look back on my life thus far and try to tell myself that all this shit and misery has got to pay off in some way....far more than making me a stronger, wiser person. Writing about these times in my life helps. So I'm keeping a sort of diary...not here...but in notebooks...I've started a play (at least I think it'll turn out that way) that explores the minds of those who abuse....and I think you already know who will be the main antagonist in it. Yup...I figure at the very least, I'll get my moneys worth someday, and I give the one finger salute to 'O' boy. I've done some research on his behavior, cause I'm a thinker and a doer. He is by definition, a narcissist, and a pathological liar with sociopathic tendencies. I figure his misery is worth writing about. To all my Blogger pals out there who still check in from time to time...thanks for reading my posts, and putting in your two cents cause it does help knowing there are people out there who can relate. Also thank you for putting up with my rants. I'll keep you posted on my progress. Hopefully I can Blog more often, but it gets hard to find the time during the day, so night time, when I have insomnia usually is the best time. So until then, Blog on! Over and out.

I Hate Eye Doctors...

Well, the one that treated me in the eye van that comes up once a year to this shitty town. Okay...for those of you who only know me thru my blogs...yes, I wear glasses and have since I was 5. The optometrist's assistant puts drops in my eyes to freeze them and them attempts to poke my cornea with some gizmo that looks like an oversized felt-tipped pen. Now, for those who don't know this test, it's a test to check for glaucoma. The test I'm used to is the one where you stick your head in a quasi-vise and have 'puffs' of air blown at your eyeball, and then they test the tension.I was informed that that test was not as accurate as some stranger physically poking my eye. So, try as I might, I just couldn't keep my eyes open to do it. I kept apologizing, and the lady seemed to understand, so she puts some other drops in my eyes which just stung like hell, but what those drops did was cause my pupils to dilate so that the eye doc can take a better look at my peepers. Okay...so I sit, and wait, and am amused at how blurry my vision was, and boy, were they sensitive to light. Finally (about 3 hours later) I am called to see the optometrist. He proceeds to put my head in a 'quasi vise', puts some different drops in my eyes, which really stung like crazy, then tries to force my eyes open so he could force a blue coulored lightbulb against my cornea. Holy fuck. okay ladies and gents...what happens when you get something in your eyes that causes them to burn and sting? That's right, you sharp minded bloggers..you try to blink. Involuntarily. He got fed up. He goes so far as to say that I 'wasn't his star patient today'. Oh excuse me your majesty....if you told me beforehand what you planned to do, I may have been a bit more cooperative. He also seemed pissed that I would ask if I was a candidate for laser surgery to help correct some of the astigmatism I possess. He gave me a dirty look and basically told me no, not really, because I'm also far-sighted and it wouldn't be 100%, but if I could 'live with that' it would be fine. Then I asked about the possibility of contacts down the road. He looked mad..and then he reminds me again that I have 'really bad astigmatism,', and also how my eyes are so sensitive that 'contacts would be a difficult challenge', and he wasn't sure if they could make them special for me. Anyhoo, he then says he wouldn't advise it. He gives me a presciption for slightly stronger specs, altho he stated I 'probably wouldn't need it', even tho I told him that a week prior to the appointment I'd been waking up with seriously blurred vision that took 15 minutes to clear up. He seemed like a smarmy asshole so fuck him...I'll get a second opinion. 5 years ago, I was told by my former specialist that I had a 95% chance of improved vision with laser, with only 5% chance of scarring of the cornea. 10 years before that my chances were 50-50....50% chance of vision improving...50% chance of going BLIND from the laser. Technology is getting better all the time, so I will hold on to the belief that someday I may get to wear contacts (even if it's only a once-in-a-blue-moon-thing). No matter. His assistant says the glasses I've had for the past 5 years are so strong, that what I can see at 20 feet, a person with 20-20 vision sees at 25 feet. So there. He pissed me off so much that day, I felt like I had a black cloud hanging over my head. I mean...if I get to the point where I cannot perform on stage without the specs, it will limit the roles I can play. And when it all comes down to it, our eyes, for those who see, are all we really have. Some may take their sight for granted, but I don't. I've had 2 instances in my life where I experienced temporary blindness, and it scared the shit out of me. It's not fun. But, I will, regardless of what the eye dude thinks of me, will hold my head up high, and I choose to hope for a better prognosis in the near future.
Okay,so I'm done my rant for the night...Blogger question time...tell me of the most unpleasant test you've had to do...okay...Now some tests that deal with men and women down there don't have to be counted, but if that was the worst exam, then the second worst. Also...give me a shout out if you still read my Blogs...where did y'all go?
Blog ya later!

For my friend Pinky...

I am so sorry I can't be with you physically during your time of extreme sorrow and loss. I sent an email...hopefully you get it. I have you and your family in my prayers, and am asking all my friends in Blogland to pray for you too. To Blogger pals...please send your condolences to www.pinkythepoet.blogspot.com, or feel free to let Pinky know you have her in your prayers by posting a comment on this site. Pinky...if I don't hear from you by Monday night I will phone you...are you at your PR #?? Just hang in there...I know you may feel like you can't get thru this, but you will...you are strong. Remember you can always count on me as your shoulder to lean on, or even your punching bag. We PR girls have to stick together you know? I'll talk to you very soon.
Lots of love and hugs...
Stranger