I do not share my bed with many
-gawd, that line is so truthful, sad, and funny all at the same time

-but because of your love, thoughts, and prayers, I wanted to show you where I finally got to sleep after a week on the couch.

Caution: You may not be able to sleep after reading this:
I remember, as a child, waking from a nightmare. I don’t remember the specific nightmare, but I sat up in bed. I started to get out of bed, to head to the safety of my parent’s bed, when I noticed there was a mist….a fog in the hallway. It was about waist high – and sort of rolling.
And I knew it was bad. I knew I couldn’t walk through it – and I knew it wanted to come in the room. My room. But it stayed in the hall. I remember almost silently calling for my Mom –and somehow she heard. I will never forget the sight of my Mom wading thru the mist to save me. I closed my eyes and hung on tight to her as she led me to the safety of my parents room.
I had lots of nightmares as a child – and they were never like anyone else’s. Most of you remember The Lady with the Flashlight Eyes – and my other nightmares were equally as scary. On some level, I knew that often, my dreams were a window to some other place. Occassionally, “that place” leaked into my real world. I remember as a teenager, remembering that as a small child, I could sometimes see creatures in the trees. I don’t remember seeing t hem now – I just remember that as a teen, I remembered that I saw them as a child.
As a child, Erynn was plagued with it too. I taught her how to “change her dreams” and that worked most of the time. One of her more vivid nightmare stands out: I heard her crying, so I went to her room. She told me that in her dream, there had been a wolf in her closet. She told it to go away, and it snarled, “What’s your name?” She wouldn’t answer, and it growled before it faded. And -- the kicker – she was sure she was awake and sitting when it asked her name.
I grabbed her and ran to the safety of my bed.
Erynn also remembers seeing what she described as shadow people. She would be reading or drawing, sometimes in the middle of the day , and something/someone would almost take shape next to her, move around, and then fade away. She says the last time it happened she was (around) 14, and something that looked big and scary was starting to take shape. She looked at it and said, “You are not allowed here. Go away.” It did, and she never saw them again.
Why this? Why now?
Because I am having another nightmare. Another serial nightmare. I’m calling it “The Mirrored Me.” And I’m hoping to bring it to an end – quickly.
The first dream – that I clearly remember – was one of those “You think you are awake but you are still sleeping” dreams. In the dream, I woke up, and had to pee. That’s not unusual. So, I go to the bathroom, turn on the light, pee, and wash my hands. Something in the mirror catches my eye, so I look up. But it’s only me. But, wait….my face looks….strange…not quite right. I lean a little closer, turning my face from side to side, trying to figure it out. But I can’t quite put my finger on it…. Puzzled, I just sorta stare……
And the Me in the mirror, grins an evil grin at me.
I woke the fuck up.
I know I’ve had a few since – but I don’t remember the details. It had been awhile… until the other night.
Again, I’m awake, and I gotta pee. I get up, go to the bathroom, turn the light on, pee, and wash my hands. I decide (why, I don’t know) to brush my teeth. While I am brushing my teeth, I get that Deja-Vu feeling, and (I don’t know why) I begin to brush faster. Faster, and faster – trying to trip “her” up – but she’s keeping up – of course! Because it is only a reflection, right? Brush, brush, faster, faster, switch hands, brus-
She didn’t switch hands. She put the fucking brush down and started reaching towards me.
I woke the fuck up.
I have been sleeping on the couch the last two nights. I’m having the priest over this weekend to bless the house.
Send all the good stuff you can my way. …

when Erynn was little, I used her as an excuse to go see Disney movies....
In that same vein (double-entendre intended)I am so glad I teach 7th grade-'cause I can use that as an excuse for having to have read this series.
-in less than 10 days.
::sigh::
Bite me, Edward.
That's all I can say....
But you can't pick your friend's nose....unless, of course, you are at the wedding of Katie-did and Fishstick.
ow the kind: fancy drinks, hair and boobs for miles - and that's just Nate! We won't even mention Joy's bodacious ta-tas. Oh...I just did, huh?


but they have promised to find me another Swedish Sailor. Perhaps this time I'll know what to do with one....Heard this early this morning, and had to come find it and post it.
Sorry -- really busy with school, family, blah-blah. I PROMISED to post SOON!!!
but for now -- dance with me!
::Let her be somebody elses queen....::

go looking for it.I'm having a "Daddy" moment this morning. As you know, my Dad has been battling emphysema and dementia over the last few years, and it has been hard on him, my siblings, and my mother. Ray Price was one of my Dad's favorites. I knew all the words, and it would make him smile when I sang along.
Daddy, I'm thinking about you, and I love you.
"One more time....for the good times."
Okay - this is rather strange.....My niece sent this to me. "Haha!" I laughed, "I certainly am not going to do this...."
And then my friend Katie-Did MySpaced it.
"Hmmmm....."thought I, "maybe it's a sign...."
BE HONEST...
DON'T CHICKEN OUT,...
1) Taken or single
Single. Not that I want to be mind you, although I think my fear of being taken a)to the cleaners b)for a ride or c)for a fool contributes to my continuing singleness.
2) Do you like it?
Depends on the context. Single woman with two closets? Fantastic! Single woman waking from a scary dream? Not so fantastic
3) Would you still kiss your ex?
No. And if any of you see me kissing Voldemort, please assume that he is using dark magic and PLEASE come and rescue me!
4) Have you ever had your heart broken?
Where the f#x$ have you been living? My heart, although healed, is still fragile.
5) Do you believe certain circumstances where cheating is okay?
On a diet? yup! On a mate? not no way, not no how. Never.
6) Are you missing someone right now?
Yes. And that is all I'm going to say.
7) Do you Want children?
Errm....well, I have a one, and I was married to one for 20+ years. So.....no. No, I don't want anymore, thank you.
8) If yes how many?
What part of "no" did you not understand?
9) Would you consider adoption?
Do I LOOK like Angefrickinlina Jolie?!?!?!? No, No, a thousand times no...... ummmm.....unless Brad Pitt comes along with the package.
10) If someone likes you would you want them to tell you?
Gawd, yes. I am so tired of beating around bushes...strike that. I am so tired of finding out weeks/months/years/decades later that "So-and-so really liked you." Just tell me! "Hi APj! I like you!"
11) do you want someone you can't have?
I did....but I'm getting over it. Actually, I think I've gotten over it.
12) Do you believe in celebrating Anniversaries?
yes. I especially love it when someone else remembers it before I do.
13) Do you get butterflies around the one you like?
Yes. And they fly round and round in my stomach, and then exit: either up, as a burp, or down, as a....well, really, do I have to say it? :)
14) Do any of your Ex's still have feelings for you?
I don't care.
15) Have you slept at a boyfriends/girlfriends house?
Are you frickin' kidding me!?!?!? A Sleep-over? Is that an invitation? What should I wear?
So....Marcel had me listening to a Cole Porter compilation the other day. No, this wasn't one of the artists, but damn! This woman can sing it , eh?
I was asked to put together a video for my schools 50th anniversary. Yes, you're right, you won't know anyone but me (at 2:56, 3:08, 3:26, 3:41 and 3:49), but ain't knowing me the bomb!?!?

FYI: 47 year-old divorcee looking for Mr. Right does not seem to be working. Seriously, no normal/quasi-normal guy between the ages of 30-55! Please note the age range. For some reason, the under-30 and over 60 bracket often inquire...My response: "Sorry, I don't do diapers.
Hmmmmm...perhaps I should use this song as my dating profile....