Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Psychic Thoughts, Spam, Sleep Apnea, Broken Wrist & Other Things.
Just a few selected thoughts that have been constantly on my mind for the past few days.
Well perhaps I should start with the thoughts for today...or at least the dream that lead into today...
- Last night I had a dream about a reception being held at my job. I have no ides what the occassion was for, but everyone was dressed in business attire. I was actually minding my own business, when I was approached by this guy AF. Now in reality, AF is one of the candidates running for mayor of DC. In my dream, what is a reality was pretty much there. However, his approach towards me was a bit on the flirtacious side. He was being real subtle with his lines, but I guess I was feeding into it. A few moments later I noticed how everyone at the reception was staring at the two of us talking, as if they couldn't believe that AF was "getting his mack on." The dream then flip flopped to a few scenes of me helping AF with his campaign. In the end he looses to the candidate that my parents are working with on her campaign, LC. The race was close though and AF only loss by three votes. In his concession speech he began to think his supporters and so forth and then turned to me and gave this long dramatic speech about how I have been his right hand and ...yadda yadda yadda. Then out of nowhere he gets down on one knee and proposes!!! It was then that I woke up. I have no clue if I said yes or no.
- This morning as I came up from the escalator at the Eastern Market station, whose face should be the first thing I come in contact with?!?!?!?! AF! I didn't linger in his presence long. It was just long enough for him to go through the whole "flub bub" of "Hello, I'm AF and I'm running for Mayor of the District of Columbia." It didn't hit me until I got to work that I should have stayed a bit longer and introduced myself. The September issue of the magazine is political issue and we are looking to get all of the candidates for mayor together and discuss their views on small businesses. This morning the opportunity presented itself and I didn't jump on it. Damnit! Damnt! Damnit!
- Well at work today, I received a text message on my cell phone from Mr. S. However, I think it was a spammed message. The message was something like "there are 20 angels in this world, 10 are sleeping, 9 are playing and & 1 is reading this text. Send to 10 friends, including me, and if you get 5 back, someone you love will surprise you." All I have to say is.... What the #*!$ ? It was deffinately spam in my eyes. Before today, the only other text I received from Mr. S was on Easter Sunday. It was just a simple "Happy Easter to you and yours." Even then I was like WTF?!?!?!?!?! I wanted so bad to call him and whine or shout "Talk to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" but I held back... on the account of me being very pms-cidal lately.
- Not long had I gotten off of work, LAF texted me. She was her doctor's office getting a regular check up, only to find that she is anemic and has thyroid issues, which she already knew. However, what maybe added to that list is sleep apnea!!!! At the time that I spoke with her, her docs had drew blood and were going to run some test. She has to schedule a sleep test to determine if she has apnea or not. I'm concerned for her about all three, however I'm more so concerned about the sleep apnea issue. After seeing a series on the news about the condition, reading other stories about celeberaties that have had it and knowing a couple of folks with it...it's nothing to play around with. I just pray that this is not the case with her. Who wants sleep apnea? Who needs it? *sigh*
- When I made it home, I enjoyed a nice late afternoon/early evening chat with my father about his experiences in the military. What prompted the conversation was some news he shared with me about one of our neighbors. N. Jr. Is a guy I dedicated one journal entry to in my past life as Blackvelveteen. On that page, I mentioned how I had taken some kind of likening to him, even though he isn't the GQ type, We hardly talked or played with each as kids and even as adults we speak but it's still some kind of wall between us. I don't know why we never took the time to know each other when we were kids. Well there was that one or two times we played with each other, but that was it. Anyway, N. Jr, who is only two years older than me, grew up to be a Wall Street kind of guy...so I thought. After college he took a job with a fortune 500 company as a financial advisor, drove a used 325 BMW and I could always catch him in a suit. During this past fall, I noticed how I hardly saw him around anymore. I just figured he finally saved up enough money to move out his parents' house and got his own place. It was somtime in November that I found out N. Jr. dropped everything to join the Marines. I was bit dismayed when I heard that he did that, especially in the time we are living. Nevertheless, I shook off my fears I had for N. Jr. and kept moving. Today, my father made me feel some of those fears I tried to surpress. N. Jr. will be heading to Iraq in a few weeks. Here I am, a neighbor merely existing in his shadows and I'm fearing for his life. I can only image what his mother is feeling.
- There wasn't really any time for me to quietly grieve for N.Jr.'s forthcoming departure. In the middle of my conversation with my father, about military life, a call from my cousin's school came through on my father's cell phone. It was one of the aftercare teachers calling to say that my cousin, Andre, hurt himself falling off the monkey bars. His wrist was swollen and they thought it was broken. No one could get a hold of Aunt P, go fig! So, my grandmother came to the house to pick me up and I drove to Andre's school. However, we ran into traffic, but after 15 minutes of being in in route to the school, Aunt P called my grandmother saying that she had Andre. At first she told us that she would take Andre to INOVA hospital, however, INOVA is a chain hospital within the Northern Virginia area so there are several of them. She never did say which one. Luckly there are two near her home. I ended up calling my ex, Brandon, to get directions to both. My grandmother and I went to both hospitals only to find that Andre wasn't at either one. It wasn't until later on we found out that Aunt P took Andre to a hosptial in southern Maryland, near my grandmother's house. When I last checked, it was positive that Andre had broken his wrist. It was a clean break and the doctors were trying to determine if surgery is needed to set the wrist. I'm actually glad we didn't meet up at the right hospital. I don't know if I could take Andre's crying. I would be crying right along with him. I can only image the pain he is feeling right now.
Meteocore thoughts....
- I'm actually proud that I did my taxes early and on time this year. I'm even more excited about what I am to receive back. Actually DC may keep their money since I owe from a couple of years ago, but I don't mind that. What does have me worrried is if they want to come up with some trumped up fee that just "ain't" so. My Federal return is going to be a nice chunk a change. I've been going back and forth in my head if I want to use that money to travel to Miami with or redo my bedroom. Decisions... decisions....
- Since I've been doing all of this walking back and forth to my job, I've lost a few inches around the waist, in my bust area and perhaps in my buttoxs. My behind was already oddly shaped to begin with. It was flat up top but then began to round itself out towards the bottom. Now...it seems to be flat(ter). Maybe this Ben and Jerry's Vanilla Carmel Fudge ice cream binge I have been on will balance it out?
- Things with the upcoming issue of the magazine seem to be okay. I've been doing some juggling acts with reassigning stories and still lining up other interviews. I'm trying to hang tight with it all, but I keep hearing this small nagging voice that will say something like "you are going to fail." I ignore it mostly... but it keeps coming back.
- Guess I'm done... my thoughts are now interrupted.....I need to move.... far away....
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8:42 PM ::
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