So I've quit and unquit so many times in the last year -- I finally broke down and filled the Chantix Rx. It seems to be working - smoking is beyond gross and the aftertaste lingers extra long or until I break down and gargle, brush and gargle again - can't wash this taste away with diet coke. I'm also drinking enough water to bathe a small village -- that's helping - but the dreams I'm having are beyond bizzare -- I know you might not believe them but - this is how they are as I've been writing them down in the morning because they are so weird.
Saving Britney Spears:
I was put on a mission to save Britney (I don't even like Britney Spears) but I wasn't allowed to complete my mission - because of my holes. I had holes all over my body -- picture me, Punky, swisscheeseified, and they (I don't have a recollection of THEY but I think they were on a panel) Anyways -- I could only save Britney if my holes were in pristine condition -- They gave me this utensil - similar to that of a salad tongs to clean out the particles trapped in my holes --- I woke up just as I was about to go before the panel after a major cleaning.
The Chumba Wumba Bear: This one - is not as bizzare but let me tell you I'm avoiding CR 64.
I'm in the car -- with a friend - I know this person- but I can't see their face, we are going to Wal-Mart in Elk River, and I'm not the biggest fan of Wal-Mart (read: Nickel and Dimed : On (Not) Getting by in America by Barbara Ehrenreich) Anyways a bear skips out in front of the car -- like it was going to the magical Charmin commercial set and then again skips back carrying a basket as if it robbed red riding hood.
Kiddnapping My friends husband-
I kidnapped someones husband and made him rob the neighbors.
BIZARR.
Valentine's Day Weekend aka Tell me I'm pretty or ELSE.
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Anyways -- Dave isn't a mushball or a super sap - which I like, and he did a great job for Valentine's Day - even if he threw it together at the last minute with a bouquet of mixed flowers and some hand picked truffles (my favorite) (hand picked so I didn't end up with Lemon - Orange or Raspberry Cream or anything more bizzare)
I did my girlfriend duty of dressing up -- I bought a cute dress and wore tights and I meant to wear heels but they were frozen so I had on cute little black slipper shoes, I fixed my hair and wore makeup (just enough - not lady of the night or anything) I looked cute, I'll say so and I guess that's all we have to go by so take it or leave it.
I met him at the house, gave him his present (part 2: the 3rd in the series he's reading and a nifty book light - part 1: was for the both of us - new pillows and pillowcases) Anyway - I gave him his present - and becuase my commute was so long had to run off to the tinkle chamber,
by the time I was done he had already opened his present and card and then he presented me with my flowers and chocolates --- and no card, disappointment. Oh well - he hates buying cards, but I stated I would require one for my upcomming birthday and it can be funny, it doesn't have to be sappy - obviously. I wanted him to tell me I looked pretty - or beautiful, hell I've even settle for cute --- but it didn't happen. He left me to watch tv while he showered and got ready - He was wearing a nice red dress shirt and I asked him it if was new and told him he looked good. Still no compliment. I let it go. Sort-of.
He drove us to dinner at the Sample Room. No reservations required. Good plan since he forgot to make reservations anywhere else -- the wait however was about an hour. We sat and talked and goofed around and were a little mushy -- G rated of course. We were seated, we ordered, talked, ate, talked, stared at eachother -- maybe he'll tell me I'm pretty now? Nope, ordered dessert, talked while waited for the bill then the waiter gave me the bill -- Now, I'm going to regress for a moment, when we first start dating he would buy -- and then after a while I confessed that I'm liberated enough to buy dinner so we now take unofficial turns on footing hte bill) So the waiter gave me the bill and I gave it to him - and said I was not liberated enough to pay for dinner on Valentine's Day -- he took the bill, looked at it, made a face play pouting, so I offer to pay for dinner--- This is a fake offer and he knows it's a fake offer so he pays, as he should. Then we gather our warm winter wear and leave the restraunt, head back to the house.
We play this game whereever we are -- we poke eachother and then make a raspberry sound -- and whoever gets poked has to say something -- i.e. Oh Really? You don't Say? Seriouslly? and then the person who got poked has to poke the other person in a surprising way. Lame but we play this as we are going back and talk about dinner and how I'm putting my foot down on watching LOST on Valentine's day. (Even though the week prior I tried to tape the show for him and well let's just say my VCR has seen it's day) We get back -- snuggle for a little bit decide to watch LOST tomorrow and we head to bed. He didn't say anything about wearing a cute dress, being pretty or cute or beautiful or anything... sigh we go to bed.
Friday we get up he has to runs some errands I got a chance to read a book - watch tv and veg out. Then he came back - we went to Stillwater and spent the afternoon there, ate lunch - my treat, and went back to watch LOST (2 episodes -- I'm not a fan but I tolerate it over some of the other options) By now -- the greesy onion fries from lunch combined with the Cajun burger with Zesty Mayo is eating away my digestive track and I'm suffering gas, upset stomach and frequent potty breaks. After Lost -- we watched Star Wars episode 5 &6 --- he's not a geek I promise he just thinks I've been living in a cave because I've never seen them. By now -- the greesy onion fries from lunch combined with the Cajun are still doing no good -- We order in - I get a very plain chicken sandwhich with tomatoe and lettuce and Dave offers me a couple rolaids. Finally some relief, god I love the chewable rolaids like gum mees tootsie roll meets acid relief. We watch Star Wars - eat icecream sandwhiches and then head to bed. (PS I'm liking LOST more, and I really enjoyed the last 2 episodes of Star Wars -- I'm turning into a geek.)
Saturday Morning - I wake up bright and early, I try to read my book so I can feel sleepy -- but I just have strained eyes - and so I put the book down and just rest -
but then I start thinking - about random crap: How sweet Dave is, how I have to make sure to send my mail out, how these jammies are cute, how he didn't tell me I was pretty on Valentine's day, how he didn't tell me I was pretty the last time I wore a dress -- maybe he doesn't think I'm pretty...
maybe I'm crying now -- I can't be crying - I don't cry about dumb stuff like this , He doesn't think I'm pretty, I'm having a full body sob now -- Is he still sleeping - please stay asleep, I'm muffling my fit of stupidity- I'm stopping now -- Oh crap the sobs are gurgling up again, I'm crying harder now, he's up, he's rolled over, he's looking at me, I can't hide. He's asking me what's wrong and if I'm ok -- I'm fine, I muster between mini sobs now, I'm fine. He holds me, I stop crying. I tell him I'm fine and that I don't cry very often and I guess I just needed to, he wants to talk about it -- it's really lame I tell him, I tell him I'm fine and then I apologize for waking him up, he says he doesn't care about that, I tell him I'm sorry again, and then I start crying again, he asks me why I'm crying, I gurgle that I'm sorry and then he hands me a tissue and I blow my nose and I tell him I'm gross and he touches my cheek and tells me You're not Gross. It's not a "You're pretty" but after this ordeal I'm satisfied and then we start the raspberry war and giggle and laugh and have a delightful Saturday being lazy together.
