At the party

Yesterday  OE was talking about how much she loved 'the party' where I wore the funny glasses.  She said, "I love that party, I love those funny glasses, I wish I could have some funny glasses like those." I had no idea what she was talking about.  She had mentioned something like that before. I thought maybe she was referring to a dream she had had.  Or maybe she was mixing me up with something else she had seen.  She referred to the party as 'yesterday' which generally means anything in the past.

Then she expanded the story to include how much she loved the tattoos on my hands and the princess dress (although, she  informed me, that a pink one would have been a better choice) and how Daddy gave me some cake in my mouth.

Then I realized what party she was talking about.  A long time ago- more than 6 months for sure I showed her our wedding album- and she remembered everything.

dreaming 11/11

From Dream moods.com

Toes

To see your toes in your dream represent the way you move and walk through life, either with grace and poise, or the lack of.  It also signifies your path in life. Alternatively, toes represent the minor details of life and how you deal with them. 

To dream that you hurt your toe or that there is a corn or abrasion on it, means that you are feeling anxious about moving forward with some plan or decision.

I dreamed that I had a small sore on my big toe.  I think it was my right big toe.  It didn't really hurt, so I didn't pay much attention to it.  When I took a closer look at it I saw that it was very deep.  As a matter of fact half my toe was hollow!  The skin and nail were like an egg shell.  I knew I should go to the doctor, and I wondered why it didn't hurt.

I also dreamed that my mother came to me and told me I needed to go the the doctor to get my heart and blood checked.

I also dreamed that a teeny tiny cat was sitting on my pillow and meowing in my ear. That, however, was probably just a result of the high pitched wheezing from my throat.

dreams of times ago

The other night I dreamed about some college friends.  It was one of those continuous dreams.  I wake up quite often in the night. When I was younger I used to think it would be nice if I could go back to find out how  a dream ends- because I have always woken up a lot in the night- and I used to start a new dream with each wakening.  Since I've been pregnant I've started either continuing the dream, or restarting the dream.

The dream was that I was with my college friends and we were hanging out, having a fun time.  Then they got girl friends and they just stopped talking to me.  I was nonexistent.  It was so frustrating- and it wasn't always the same guy.

In reality it did happen several times, not quite so dramatically as in the dream.  The problem was, not that it happened- it happened we were young- the problem with the dream was that it kept happening all night- over and over again.

I was so annoyed when I woke up.  I think I'd rather just get a new scene if the old one is going to be so annoying.

Ultrabook

The Ultrabook has arrived... and it's awesome!

Happy Birthday to me

For my birthday I've decided to give myself time.  Time to write a blog.  Anytime I feel inclined to write something on my much overlooked (by me) blog I think, "But, I have so many other things that I really SHOULD be doing!"  Then I do that other thing, and by the time I have a moment to sit and write- I'm tired or out of the mood, or  can't remember what I wanted to write about any way.

In order to try to facilitate my new gift of time to myself- I've asked for a new netbook.  However, it seems netbooks have gone the way of the dinosaurs- I am currently writing on a net book I bought in 2008 or 9 ?! I don't really know. Since then I've had two or three computers, a tablet or two and a variety of smart phones, but none of them give me the ease of typing, researching, portability and comfort of a little computer.

I told my techie husban
d I wanted a netbook. He said, "There's no such thing"- translated- there's no such thing worth buying. I said, "What about a chromebook?" He said, they were interesting in concept but flawed in execution.  I said, "How about a budget laptop?"  He said, "Not worth it."  I was losing hope for my writing 'career' when he said, "What you want is an ultrabook."

I do? Yes, of course.  (I'm pretty easy to convince.) I want an ultra book.  I want an expensive gadget. I want a computer that is light, but doesn't have the cramped keyboard that I am currently fighting with.  It should run Windows and have enough power and memory to keep me happy for the next 5 years.  It should have a long battery life and a sleek design.  All of those things will help me write. :)

My gift of time is about finished for now- but I hope to continue to gift myself.  I have a list of possible topics to address.

  Here's to the next year of Shannon

The ballad of love and hate

"The Ballad Of Love And Hate"

Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
My vacations ending. I'm coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great 
and I can't wait to see you again. 

Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."

Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.

Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
With a serious look on his face.

Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.

Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars. 
Lazily killing the last of a jar 
Of the strongest stuff you can drink.

Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride, 
Cause he might never see her again.

Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o'er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55, 
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.

Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
That the one that she cares for, who's out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.

Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I'm sorry", and she says, "What for?
I'm your and that's it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I'm your's and that's it, forever."

You're mine and that's it, forever.

I think I will think of an assignment to have my students analyze these lyrics.

Hungry

Yesterday some students presented some cultural information about Ramadan to their non-Muslim classmates- as it is starting tomorrow.

I probably should have gone, but ugh- I know about Ramadan already NO FOOD all day = Angry Muslims.  PARTY and FOOD all night = tired Muslim with digestive problems.  

I suppose that  was not exactly the gist of the presentation.

The only thing that made me consider going was the food.  I was HUNGRY!  I have breakfast, snack and lunch, and I was still hungry.  (I suspect Aunt Flo of affecting my appetite.)

I thought it was probably wrong to go to a Ramadan presentation just for the food.

I waited until I was pretty sure it was over, then walked past the room on the way out- but they weren't done. The pizza hadn't even come yet.  So I popped in, had some Arabic coffee and waited for the pizza.

Oh Ramadan- It's going to be a long month for my Muslim friends.

Celebrate Gladly.

Matthew 6:16-18 “And when you fast, do not look gloomy like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces that their fasting may be seen by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, that your fasting may not be seen by others but by your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”

Both hands

I've painted my nails... the big news is I got two coats on both hands. It doesn't seem like a big deal, but I never seem  to have time to complete the task. There are a lot of those types of tasks- the unfinished ones.

It's spring break this week. I'm hoping to get some household chores completed, do ny class prep work  and have some time to have fun and relax.

That's a big list- at least my fingernails are ready.

Awesome on a bad day

Wednesday OE came home sick and threw up all the way down the hall.  D stayed home Thursday,  but on Friday they seemed fine.  We all went to work and daycare.  I had a headache at work yesterday.  Things didnt seem bad until Friday  night after D had left.
I was sick in all the ways.
Im guessing it's some sort of flu. 
But even fluish i made some finger paint and supervised a few masterpieces.