Well, Hot Ness Monster and I are finished. It wasn't going to work, Pancakes and Brownie did NOT get along! But, Hot Ness realized that Pancakes was more important and he bowed out gracefully. I have to commend him for that. I guess it's a good thing, since I'm married...have I told you that story? I promised to fill you in on the polygamy story in my last post, so here goes.
Well, I have a husband and wife that live in Belgium. We met on Polygamy.com and we lived happily ever after. At least until I ran them out of the country! Speaking of polygamy, have you tried Polygamy Porter? It's a fabulous porter out of a little brewery in Salt Lake City. Back to the original story...
So, here I was, all alone and playing on the Internet. I stumbled across polygamy.com and the rest is history. Jean and Chris, my husband and wife. They are two of the coolest people you would ever meet. They lived in D.C. and I was all by myself in Washington State. We met up occasionally as our respective situations would allow. Although it was never enough, we made the best of the time we had together. We were able to meet up in Kansas City and D.C. a few times. But, before we knew it, we were on separate continents.
So far, it's working out fabulously. Maybe that has to do with the five time zones between us? I'm hopeful that one day, we will be reunited, but until then, I guess I'm just stuck here all alone...what's a girl to do? Questions? Ask away!
Big Love...
Sunday, February 21, 2010
My vast knowledge of religion
So, I have a funny story to tell. You may have heard this before, but I wanted to get it out there for everyone to see just how evolved I am in my religion. It's a bit long, but worth it! Keep reading!
I was raised Southern Baptist, as most people in the Bible Belt of the country were. Now, when I got into high school, I began to experiment a bit with other religions. Now, I'm not talking Wicca or anything, but I went to a few churches that were a different religion other than Baptist. One was even nondenominational!
Anyway, do you remember the infomercials that the Church of Jesus Christ of Ladder Day Saints used to have? I do. They talked about the Mormon religion and it sounded interesting, so I thought, what the heck? I may as well check it out! At the end of the infomercial, it showed a phone number to call and get a copy of the Book of Mormon. So, me being the follower that I was, picked up the phone and began to dial. I happily gave all my contact information to the rep on the other end of the line and began the wait for my very own copy! I could hardly wait, I was going to learn all about this new religion that I did not know a single soul who had ever been a Mormon. I was quite the cosmopolitan girl! Suffice to say, two days later, I forgot all about the book.
Then, one day, I received this package and it turned out to be my Book of Mormon. I got all excited again and decided to read it to find out what this religion was all about. Now, I was working at Chick-fil-A at the time, so I was all excited about it. I was going to go and tell my Christian co-workers all about this new religion I had uncovered.
Well, I began to read the book. When I got to the part about Jesus discovering America, I quit reading. Surely that wasn't right?! Wasn't it Christopher Columbus? Were my history books deceiving me? I looked at the introduction to the book and found that Mormonism was founded by the great Brigham Young in 1830. So, I knew it was a little fishy at that point. I put the book down and forgot all about my foray into becoming a Mormon.
Now, fast forward a month or so. At the time I still lived with my parents, I was about 17 or 18, I'm not sure. One night, I was there all by myself and the doorbell rang. Of course, I answered it. Three men in black pants and white shirts were standing on the front porch. They asked if I was home. I told them it was me and asked them in. (No, I didn't ask who they were, but they knew my name, so surely they were safe, right?! Yes, I am *that* naive.)
I invited them into the living room and they gave me their names, Elder Smith, Elder Jones and Elder Jackson. They had come from the Church of Jesus Christ of Ladder Day Saints to talk to me about the Book of Mormon that I received.
They begin their whole talk about the religion, the benefits and the true greatness of becoming a Mormon and living a true testimony to Jesus Christ. They talked for maybe 20 or 30 minutes and asked if I had any questions. I told them that I was just amazed. At that point, they all got big grins on their faces and thought they had reeled me in. One of the Elder's asked me what I was amazed by. To this I responded...I have never heard of anyone named Elder and here all three of you are named it! What a coincidence.
No, I'm not kidding. It took them a minute to regain their composure, but when they finally did, they explained that it was their title in the church, not their first name. After that, I had nothing. I really was that naive. I promise! In some aspects, I still am, but hey, that's one of the qualities you love about me, isn't it?
Keep reading, maybe one day I'll tell you about my experience with polygamy.com!
I was raised Southern Baptist, as most people in the Bible Belt of the country were. Now, when I got into high school, I began to experiment a bit with other religions. Now, I'm not talking Wicca or anything, but I went to a few churches that were a different religion other than Baptist. One was even nondenominational!
Anyway, do you remember the infomercials that the Church of Jesus Christ of Ladder Day Saints used to have? I do. They talked about the Mormon religion and it sounded interesting, so I thought, what the heck? I may as well check it out! At the end of the infomercial, it showed a phone number to call and get a copy of the Book of Mormon. So, me being the follower that I was, picked up the phone and began to dial. I happily gave all my contact information to the rep on the other end of the line and began the wait for my very own copy! I could hardly wait, I was going to learn all about this new religion that I did not know a single soul who had ever been a Mormon. I was quite the cosmopolitan girl! Suffice to say, two days later, I forgot all about the book.
Then, one day, I received this package and it turned out to be my Book of Mormon. I got all excited again and decided to read it to find out what this religion was all about. Now, I was working at Chick-fil-A at the time, so I was all excited about it. I was going to go and tell my Christian co-workers all about this new religion I had uncovered.
Well, I began to read the book. When I got to the part about Jesus discovering America, I quit reading. Surely that wasn't right?! Wasn't it Christopher Columbus? Were my history books deceiving me? I looked at the introduction to the book and found that Mormonism was founded by the great Brigham Young in 1830. So, I knew it was a little fishy at that point. I put the book down and forgot all about my foray into becoming a Mormon.
Now, fast forward a month or so. At the time I still lived with my parents, I was about 17 or 18, I'm not sure. One night, I was there all by myself and the doorbell rang. Of course, I answered it. Three men in black pants and white shirts were standing on the front porch. They asked if I was home. I told them it was me and asked them in. (No, I didn't ask who they were, but they knew my name, so surely they were safe, right?! Yes, I am *that* naive.)
I invited them into the living room and they gave me their names, Elder Smith, Elder Jones and Elder Jackson. They had come from the Church of Jesus Christ of Ladder Day Saints to talk to me about the Book of Mormon that I received.
They begin their whole talk about the religion, the benefits and the true greatness of becoming a Mormon and living a true testimony to Jesus Christ. They talked for maybe 20 or 30 minutes and asked if I had any questions. I told them that I was just amazed. At that point, they all got big grins on their faces and thought they had reeled me in. One of the Elder's asked me what I was amazed by. To this I responded...I have never heard of anyone named Elder and here all three of you are named it! What a coincidence.
No, I'm not kidding. It took them a minute to regain their composure, but when they finally did, they explained that it was their title in the church, not their first name. After that, I had nothing. I really was that naive. I promise! In some aspects, I still am, but hey, that's one of the qualities you love about me, isn't it?
Keep reading, maybe one day I'll tell you about my experience with polygamy.com!
Me, Nessy, Brownie and Pancakes, are we able to coexist?
Good Morning! I hope you are all doing well. Brownie and Pancakes you're asking yourself? Why just one Brownie and multiple Pancakes? Let me explain.
A bit of background information first. I live in a condo complex and there are at least 100 of them in there, so obviously I don't know most of my neighbors. Ok, so I only know like a handful of them. It's not my fault, I've only lived there 12 years!
Back to the Brownie/Pancakes conundrum. There is this really hot guy that lives on the street behind me. He sort of pops up from nowhere and disappears just as quickly. It's strange, but true. For this reason, I've decided he is like the Loch Ness Monster and to call him Nessy. I'll give you an example. Yesterday, I was standing in my laundry room and I saw his dog, a big chocolate Lab with a tennis ball in his mouth, standing in my front yard. I also named his dog and decided it was a girl. Her name is Brownie. How did I see the dog if I'm in my laundry room, you ask? Well, there are several windows in the front of my condo and it's just a single level. I know what you're thinking, surely there are curtains or blinds? Nope. You're wrong. I have neither covering up the windows or doors in my house. Again, I digress.
I went and threw on some shoes, threw a few things in a trash bag and hauled it outside to see this mystical creature. Of course, they were both gone. Keep in mind this was all in a minute, literally, since I saw them in my front yard. I assumed they were going to the common area up front to play with Brownie's ball. Since the trash compactor or box or whatever it's called, is up front too, I went up there. Nessy and Brownie had vanished into thin air.
I talked to the one neighbor that I do know and told her about my sighting. She too has seen Nessy and Brownie, but they appear and disappear as quickly as they can. I don't know where they go, it's a mystery to me.
Since Nessy and I are going to live happily ever after, is Brownie going to be able to coexist with my cat? Her name is Pancakes. She's big, white and fluffy. She has the most gorgeous blue eyes, they look like the Mediterranean, if she were a woman, I'd swear they were contacts! Last night, I took her on a test run outside to see how she'd cope if other animals were around. Lanie and Coco from down the street came over to help me out with this. Now, they are not the same size as Brownie, but I thought they'd be a good place to start, since they are dogs as well. I'm sad to say, they didn't like her. They barked and growled at her and she just stood there, like a lady with her grand posture and didn't even bat an eye. She made Mama so proud!
Did I mention that Pancakes is ceramic? So, I guess the big question is will we all be able to coexist? I guess you'll have to stay tuned and find out!
A bit of background information first. I live in a condo complex and there are at least 100 of them in there, so obviously I don't know most of my neighbors. Ok, so I only know like a handful of them. It's not my fault, I've only lived there 12 years!
Back to the Brownie/Pancakes conundrum. There is this really hot guy that lives on the street behind me. He sort of pops up from nowhere and disappears just as quickly. It's strange, but true. For this reason, I've decided he is like the Loch Ness Monster and to call him Nessy. I'll give you an example. Yesterday, I was standing in my laundry room and I saw his dog, a big chocolate Lab with a tennis ball in his mouth, standing in my front yard. I also named his dog and decided it was a girl. Her name is Brownie. How did I see the dog if I'm in my laundry room, you ask? Well, there are several windows in the front of my condo and it's just a single level. I know what you're thinking, surely there are curtains or blinds? Nope. You're wrong. I have neither covering up the windows or doors in my house. Again, I digress.
I went and threw on some shoes, threw a few things in a trash bag and hauled it outside to see this mystical creature. Of course, they were both gone. Keep in mind this was all in a minute, literally, since I saw them in my front yard. I assumed they were going to the common area up front to play with Brownie's ball. Since the trash compactor or box or whatever it's called, is up front too, I went up there. Nessy and Brownie had vanished into thin air.
I talked to the one neighbor that I do know and told her about my sighting. She too has seen Nessy and Brownie, but they appear and disappear as quickly as they can. I don't know where they go, it's a mystery to me.
Since Nessy and I are going to live happily ever after, is Brownie going to be able to coexist with my cat? Her name is Pancakes. She's big, white and fluffy. She has the most gorgeous blue eyes, they look like the Mediterranean, if she were a woman, I'd swear they were contacts! Last night, I took her on a test run outside to see how she'd cope if other animals were around. Lanie and Coco from down the street came over to help me out with this. Now, they are not the same size as Brownie, but I thought they'd be a good place to start, since they are dogs as well. I'm sad to say, they didn't like her. They barked and growled at her and she just stood there, like a lady with her grand posture and didn't even bat an eye. She made Mama so proud!
Did I mention that Pancakes is ceramic? So, I guess the big question is will we all be able to coexist? I guess you'll have to stay tuned and find out!
I'm such a wordsmith
Hello everyone out there! Now, some of you I already work with and you know who you are. I interviewed for a position about a month ago and I was told that I basically had the job, but the company was currently in a hiring freeze. Well, now I'm waiting in limbo. This job is going to be a lot better for me. I'm ready to get out of the place that I'm in now and I'm really not happy with it. Don't think I'm badmouthing anyone, my current boss knows that I'm not happy and that she should not count on me for the long haul in this position.
So, I guess the moral of the story is that I'm in limbo. I'm still off for my tonsillectomy. Apparently, I am not healing as quickly as I should be. The doctor said I needed to take at least another two weeks off. I guess I shouldn't have thought my sister was crazy when she said I'd probably be off for six weeks!
You'd think I would put this time to good use. Cleaning out my house, sorting through all that stuff that I just had to have at one time, only to find out that I really don't need it and it's just cluttering up my place. I have a lot of that kind of stuff! But, alas, I'm not. I am procrastinating. I'm really good at that! I just wish someone would come to my house and tell me what to do! I find all sorts of other things to do. I mean really, I can't ignore my boyfriend. Have I told you about him?
In case I haven't, or you've forgotten, his name is TiVo. He's the best. He has the stuff I like waiting on me when I get home. He's just fabulous! I can't really ignore him when I'm home all day long, can I? I don't want him to feel left out, or forgotten. I mean, really, he just might get mad at me. One day, I might come home and there'd be no Young and the Restless. Where would I be then? I'd have to sit up until midnight and watch it on SoapNet. Where would I be then? Seriously? If I'm up at midnight, it better be for something other than the Newman's! So, to keep TiVo happy, I pay as much attention to him as I can. Relationships are a two-way street, right?
Now, in case you haven't heard enough of my ramblings, I have to tell you about some new friends I've made. The Salinger's. Do you know them, Charlie, Bailey, Julia, Claudia and Owen? They're all pretty great. I don't know Owen that well. He doesn't talk very much. But, the rest of them are pretty great. There's also Kirsten, she's their Nanny and Charlie's girlfriend. But, you may have gotten to know them in the 90's. Me, for whatever reason, it's taken more than a decade and Comcast OnDemand for me to get to know them. This was a pretty good show, but would the San Francisco DCS really just leave them alone to live their own lives? What does that say about that system? Yes, I know, it was scripted, it's not a reality show. But, they needed stability. I guess Charlie and Kirsten provided that. Charlie is currently thinking of moving the family to Seattle. I'm on the edge of my seat here, does he go? No one is going with him, so I can't see him leaving them alone. But, it's pretty good money and we all know they need it!
Yes, I have way too much time on my hands. I've been off work for two and a half weeks! I had to entertain myself somehow! Talk to me soon!
So, I guess the moral of the story is that I'm in limbo. I'm still off for my tonsillectomy. Apparently, I am not healing as quickly as I should be. The doctor said I needed to take at least another two weeks off. I guess I shouldn't have thought my sister was crazy when she said I'd probably be off for six weeks!
You'd think I would put this time to good use. Cleaning out my house, sorting through all that stuff that I just had to have at one time, only to find out that I really don't need it and it's just cluttering up my place. I have a lot of that kind of stuff! But, alas, I'm not. I am procrastinating. I'm really good at that! I just wish someone would come to my house and tell me what to do! I find all sorts of other things to do. I mean really, I can't ignore my boyfriend. Have I told you about him?
In case I haven't, or you've forgotten, his name is TiVo. He's the best. He has the stuff I like waiting on me when I get home. He's just fabulous! I can't really ignore him when I'm home all day long, can I? I don't want him to feel left out, or forgotten. I mean, really, he just might get mad at me. One day, I might come home and there'd be no Young and the Restless. Where would I be then? I'd have to sit up until midnight and watch it on SoapNet. Where would I be then? Seriously? If I'm up at midnight, it better be for something other than the Newman's! So, to keep TiVo happy, I pay as much attention to him as I can. Relationships are a two-way street, right?
Now, in case you haven't heard enough of my ramblings, I have to tell you about some new friends I've made. The Salinger's. Do you know them, Charlie, Bailey, Julia, Claudia and Owen? They're all pretty great. I don't know Owen that well. He doesn't talk very much. But, the rest of them are pretty great. There's also Kirsten, she's their Nanny and Charlie's girlfriend. But, you may have gotten to know them in the 90's. Me, for whatever reason, it's taken more than a decade and Comcast OnDemand for me to get to know them. This was a pretty good show, but would the San Francisco DCS really just leave them alone to live their own lives? What does that say about that system? Yes, I know, it was scripted, it's not a reality show. But, they needed stability. I guess Charlie and Kirsten provided that. Charlie is currently thinking of moving the family to Seattle. I'm on the edge of my seat here, does he go? No one is going with him, so I can't see him leaving them alone. But, it's pretty good money and we all know they need it!
Yes, I have way too much time on my hands. I've been off work for two and a half weeks! I had to entertain myself somehow! Talk to me soon!
Are you kidding me?
So, if you have been keeping up, you already know that I had my tonsils out last Monday. It's not been a picnic, let me tell you! Apparently, I have no tolerance for narcotics and the silly messages and e-mails I have sent out in my drug induced stupor have been quite funny. So, I apologize to all of you (and you know who you are!) who have been subjected to my madness.
In addition to this, I have also had some really strange dreams! I have been dreaming about people and places that I haven't seen or thought about in years! I mean, people from high school mixed with people from college and we're all in a location that none of the three groups of people would have ever been at during the same time. I won't go into details here of these dreams, no need to let you in on all the madness that is going on inside my head. I have to keep some air of mystery, right?
Well, needless to say, I have absolutely no desire to go down any path that involves narcotics in my future! I guess being a drug rep is out...I'll talk to you soon!
In addition to this, I have also had some really strange dreams! I have been dreaming about people and places that I haven't seen or thought about in years! I mean, people from high school mixed with people from college and we're all in a location that none of the three groups of people would have ever been at during the same time. I won't go into details here of these dreams, no need to let you in on all the madness that is going on inside my head. I have to keep some air of mystery, right?
Well, needless to say, I have absolutely no desire to go down any path that involves narcotics in my future! I guess being a drug rep is out...I'll talk to you soon!
Tonsils
Well, I had my tonsils out yesterday. It was not fun. Last night, I was on some pretty good pain medicine, so I was feeling pretty good. I could talk and laugh. Today, it's a much worse story! I've just been laying in bed and hoping that the pain would subside...so far, it hasn't. Something tells me it won't for quite some time! So, feel free to e-mail or message me. I'm just laying here looking for something to do!
It hurts to swallow and I'm really thirsty. So, those two are not a good combination! I hope you are all doing well. I just knew that you were dying to know what was happening today.
It hurts to swallow and I'm really thirsty. So, those two are not a good combination! I hope you are all doing well. I just knew that you were dying to know what was happening today.
Too much People Magazine?
So, I keep up with my celebrity gossip just like everyone else does. It's my guilty pleasure. I wouldn't know who half of the musicians were or what they looked like if it wasn't for the good people at People. Now, with that said, I *have* to tell you about this dream I had last night.
So, I am at work. Where this mysterious workplace is, I cannot tell you. All I know was that I was in Knoxville. I wasn't doing any kind of work that I normally would. But, I'll get to that in a minute. I didn't know any of the people who worked with me and I am not really sure what all their jobs were. Now that I've given you some clarifying background, I'll get to the actual dream.
Everyone is standing around all excited about the people we were expecting in that day. I'm not sure if I worked at a spa, salon or a music venue. But, we were expecting Joel Madden. Not the whole band, I don't think, but just him. Now, he was coming in to get his mustache shaved. Now, I don't think he has a mustache, but that's beside the point. He came in and it was someone else's job to put the shaving cream on his face. This person covered his entire face, including a goatee that he had in the dream. He was very specific. Do not shave off the goatee, just clean up his face and shave off the mustache.
My job was to shave the mustache and it was someone else's job to "clean up" the rest of his facial hair. I did my job, shaved off the mustache at the same time the other person was doing the rest of his face. I finished faster than the other person. (I'm cannot remember if it was a guy or a girl, but for the sake of argument. Let's just say she.) She asked if I would help her out, it was taking longer than she expected. So, I started to work on cleaning up his goatee. Well, I was just trimming it up, but for some reason, I was using my Purple Schick Quattro ladies razor. Eww, why would I ever let someone else use my razor, much less use it on someone else myself? Did I say eww?
As soon as I took one swipe at trimming his goatee, he went ballistic! He jumped which made me cut his chin. At this point, he was so mad, he just wiped all the shaving cream off his face. I went into the other room and started crying. I'm in this room, all alone and he comes in and shuts the door. He apologizes to me and says that he cannot believe he went off like that and it isn't like him. I apologize for doing the wrong thing and we start talking. I have no idea what we talked about or for how long.
Next thing I know, we're going to eat dinner somewhere in Knoxville with me, Joel and his entourage. We went to a normal restaurant here in Knoxville, but we went past the hostess stand, and back to the back of the restaurant and down a long hallway that had VIP with an arrow pointing the way spray painted on the wall as we went through. Classy, huh? At this point, I'm thinking, "Knoxville has VIP rooms in restaurants?!"
When we get back to the VIP section, it's just a big roller skating rink. I kid you not. So, he says let's go skating. I try to explain the sock conundrum to him since I'm wearing my Birk's. He says not to worry. This rink does not require skates. To which I give him the same answer. I'm not skating with my bare feet where other bare feet have been. Now, I'm no priss, but eww. I don't know when the last time these people washed their feet, or this rink, for that matter! Again, he tells me not to worry. He's got it covered.
Now, keep in mind I don't know Joel, I don't know anyone who know's someone who's dog peed on his lawn or their cousin's mother-in-law's step son's sister walked by him once. So, he may be a gentle, loving and nurturing man at heart, but I don't know if he is or he isn't. Back to my dream.
He tells me not to worry, he puts his arm around me and he takes me out on the rink, Birk's and all. Somehow, once we step onto the rink, my sandal's become skates. They don't have wheel's that magically appear on the bottom, but somehow, I'm skating in Birkenstocks. He's got his arm around me and we're talking and laughing. He tells me he isn't happy in his life, but that he has to stay with Nicole Richie but they just had a baby, so he feels like he has to. He didn't have all those yucky tattoo's all up and down his arms. Actually, he didn't have any tattoo's at all. So, it was like it was him, but it really wasn't. I'm not sure. But, anyway, that's just a minor detail.
I don't think we actually ate at this VIP section, nor did anyone else. We only came there to skate. When we were finished, he began telling me that he really wanted to be with me, but he made a promise to Nicole before he left that he wouldn't get involved with anyone else while he was gone. So, he kissed me and he left.
Seriously?! I don't know what I did before I went to bed last night, but that was messed up! I wonder what a therapist would say about that one?! Oh well, I'm off to have my tonsils out in a few hours. I'll tell you more of my exciting stories and dreams later. I know you're just dying to find out what happens next!
So, I am at work. Where this mysterious workplace is, I cannot tell you. All I know was that I was in Knoxville. I wasn't doing any kind of work that I normally would. But, I'll get to that in a minute. I didn't know any of the people who worked with me and I am not really sure what all their jobs were. Now that I've given you some clarifying background, I'll get to the actual dream.
Everyone is standing around all excited about the people we were expecting in that day. I'm not sure if I worked at a spa, salon or a music venue. But, we were expecting Joel Madden. Not the whole band, I don't think, but just him. Now, he was coming in to get his mustache shaved. Now, I don't think he has a mustache, but that's beside the point. He came in and it was someone else's job to put the shaving cream on his face. This person covered his entire face, including a goatee that he had in the dream. He was very specific. Do not shave off the goatee, just clean up his face and shave off the mustache.
My job was to shave the mustache and it was someone else's job to "clean up" the rest of his facial hair. I did my job, shaved off the mustache at the same time the other person was doing the rest of his face. I finished faster than the other person. (I'm cannot remember if it was a guy or a girl, but for the sake of argument. Let's just say she.) She asked if I would help her out, it was taking longer than she expected. So, I started to work on cleaning up his goatee. Well, I was just trimming it up, but for some reason, I was using my Purple Schick Quattro ladies razor. Eww, why would I ever let someone else use my razor, much less use it on someone else myself? Did I say eww?
As soon as I took one swipe at trimming his goatee, he went ballistic! He jumped which made me cut his chin. At this point, he was so mad, he just wiped all the shaving cream off his face. I went into the other room and started crying. I'm in this room, all alone and he comes in and shuts the door. He apologizes to me and says that he cannot believe he went off like that and it isn't like him. I apologize for doing the wrong thing and we start talking. I have no idea what we talked about or for how long.
Next thing I know, we're going to eat dinner somewhere in Knoxville with me, Joel and his entourage. We went to a normal restaurant here in Knoxville, but we went past the hostess stand, and back to the back of the restaurant and down a long hallway that had VIP with an arrow pointing the way spray painted on the wall as we went through. Classy, huh? At this point, I'm thinking, "Knoxville has VIP rooms in restaurants?!"
When we get back to the VIP section, it's just a big roller skating rink. I kid you not. So, he says let's go skating. I try to explain the sock conundrum to him since I'm wearing my Birk's. He says not to worry. This rink does not require skates. To which I give him the same answer. I'm not skating with my bare feet where other bare feet have been. Now, I'm no priss, but eww. I don't know when the last time these people washed their feet, or this rink, for that matter! Again, he tells me not to worry. He's got it covered.
Now, keep in mind I don't know Joel, I don't know anyone who know's someone who's dog peed on his lawn or their cousin's mother-in-law's step son's sister walked by him once. So, he may be a gentle, loving and nurturing man at heart, but I don't know if he is or he isn't. Back to my dream.
He tells me not to worry, he puts his arm around me and he takes me out on the rink, Birk's and all. Somehow, once we step onto the rink, my sandal's become skates. They don't have wheel's that magically appear on the bottom, but somehow, I'm skating in Birkenstocks. He's got his arm around me and we're talking and laughing. He tells me he isn't happy in his life, but that he has to stay with Nicole Richie but they just had a baby, so he feels like he has to. He didn't have all those yucky tattoo's all up and down his arms. Actually, he didn't have any tattoo's at all. So, it was like it was him, but it really wasn't. I'm not sure. But, anyway, that's just a minor detail.
I don't think we actually ate at this VIP section, nor did anyone else. We only came there to skate. When we were finished, he began telling me that he really wanted to be with me, but he made a promise to Nicole before he left that he wouldn't get involved with anyone else while he was gone. So, he kissed me and he left.
Seriously?! I don't know what I did before I went to bed last night, but that was messed up! I wonder what a therapist would say about that one?! Oh well, I'm off to have my tonsils out in a few hours. I'll tell you more of my exciting stories and dreams later. I know you're just dying to find out what happens next!
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