Day 20-30

OK, LDs. We're going to see how many more we can get through in the next fifteen (all I have left on my lunch hour)....

Day 20: your views on drugs and alcohol.
Let's see...alcohol: I like the occassional adult beverage. Beer, wine, mixies, it all depends on what kind of mood I'm in. If you don't drink, fine. If you do drink, fine. Just don't drink and drive.
Drugs: I used to smoke loads of weed in college. I've since grown out of that phase, but I wouldn't see the harm in legalizing it. I would approach pot like I approach alcohol (since I am a grown-up and shit): recreational. I'd smoke/drink on the weekends when I didn't have work responsibilities.

Day 21: You and your best friend are in a argument; an hour later s/he is in a car accident. What do you do?
I would feel horrible, and most likely, let the argument go. It was probably over something incredibly asinine anyway.

Day 22: Something you wish you hadn't done in your life.
There's quite a bit I wish I hadn't done. I can't narrow it down to one simple thing.

Day 23: Something you wish you had done in your life.
Gotten good enough grades to spend a semester in Wales when I was in college.

Day 24: Make a playlist to someone and explain why you chose the songs (song/artist and letter).
Well, shit. I'll have to think on this one.

Day 25: The reason you're still alive today.
Colleen and Camp Ondessonk.

Day 26: Have you ever thought about giving up on life? When and why?
So, air my dirty "I tried to kill myself" laundry? Only once and it was because I was tired of life and being a mother and a teenager all in one.

Day 27: What's the best thing going for you right now?
I have a very happy marriage. I love Mr Realist with all my heart, and he knows it.

Day 28: What if you were pregnant/got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Aside from puke/laugh/pass out? Bake a baby to the best of my abilities, birth that baby in any means possible, and then try not to go insane raising a mini Ms Dreamer/Mr Realist.

Day 29: Something you hope to change about yourself and why.
Weight. I know I bitch about it way more than I should, but my goal is to start doing 20 minutes every day beginning 12/1. After the first of the year, my goal is to start the Couch to 5K program (helped by an iPhone app). I'm 60 pounds overweight, and my blood pressure is consistantly in the 160/90-100 range. Doc's concerned I'm going to have a stroke. Yeah...at 32.

Day 30: A letter to yourself, telling EVERYTHING you love about yourself.
Dear self.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
Your eyes. Your smile. Your mind and your soul. Your personalities.
Because you're you.

There. There's my 30 Days. Went a little over, though.

Fuckers. :)

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

Ms D

Crushin'

I know I'm weird, LDs. Kooky. Crazy. Odd. Different. Strange. I seem to say that more often than I should.

I. Am. Weird.

But I just had a very weird daydreamlet. It's a crazy crush. Like the kind you got in junior high about the popular boy with the great hair and killer smile and always made everyone feel liked.

Has anyone else found themselves crushing on someone? Even if you're married, you can still get crushes.

But I mean someone totally inappropriate?

Like if you told anyone, they'd go "What the fuck? You need some shock therapy followed by some really, really good drugs.

Like...

cartoon characters?

*mental facepalm* (can't believe you just said that, Stevie. why not? the d's got a right to know some of the shit the big one thinks about, Stephanie. yeah, well, this might freak some people out. us? tough.)

I'm talking like two-dimensional, drawn-to-be-watched-on-TV, obnoxious cartoons.

Tell me your weirdest crush. And I'll tell you mine. And it kind of makes me blush. And it's not a girl, so you can give up on that one.

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

Ms Dreamer

PS - the show (cartoon) was cancelled for a while, but it's coming back.

PPS - it definitely is obnoxious.

PPPS - P.J.F.

Dreamlet 24 July 2010

My apologies, LDs, for not posting one on Friday. I rightly don't remember dreaming anything. But last night?

Was. A. Weird'un.

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I'm a military pilot (yeah, right!). I have to fly to this village where children are being stalked by closet monsters and they can leave the house, but they can't move away. I remember closet doors that slid shut, paper mache (yeah, probably not spelled right) decorations in rainbow colors, four flights of stairs, and a quick change from flight uniform to doctor scrubs.

And I swear I did not do acid Saturday night.

Might have been the loads of bleu cheese I had on my salad at Lone Star for Mumsy Dreamer's 51st birthday (Mr Realist and I took her to supper). That shiz'll mess you up, LDs. :)

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Got to see FIL and s-MIL today - went to supper at the pizza place uptown.

Hope your weekend was fab!

Heepwah, and be safe out there

Your quite strange

Ms D