Right before we met up with Mim, her husband and my mom to see Dark Knight.

I was a bit too excited, poor T always gets caught in my shenanigans.

It was a great movie, go see it. I must say, Ledger’s performance was unbelievable. I was convinced I’d have nightmares because of it. Hehe.

Have a great weekend!

Much Love,
K

My thoughts have seemed overshadowed, stupid and shallow. The news I received Monday via text from my best friend Meche both shocked and saddened me for the family and friends of a guy who went to school with us. He was a year beneath us, if I’m not mistaken. He was killed Sunday while serving in Afghanistan. And as unfathomable as it is, messages and bulletins and comments left on his myspace page just further saddens all of us as reality sets in. 

This news also made my thoughts immediately shift to my good friend still overseas serving in Germany and the constant fear of his being sent to the front lines, subsequently bringing me to the verge of tears.

I put off writing this post, I’m not sure why. Maybe because in my mind I thought it would hold back the pain for those who read my blog that knew him, or maybe to keep my own thoughts from wondering to thinking about Ace.

Though, I didn’t know him very well. Just the usual passing in the halls and what not, I remember him being very well liked and always seemed to be kindhearted and smiling. My prayers and thoughts are with Pruitt’s family and close friends. He was an outstanding man, and I know myself and my family will always be grateful for his service to our country. God bless his family during their time of grieving and know your son will be in many of our hearts and prayers.

Rest in Peace Pruitt Rainey.

Much Love,
K

I heard the bells, it sounded like a toy that’s batteries were running low. Peeking through the blinds I saw the ice cream truck going by. Oddly the driver wasn’t the same, he had sandy blonde hair and much stronger jaw than the Hispanic who usually ran the street. We made brief eye contact and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Pointing to the signs of the different flavors he beckoned for me to open the door. I shook my head, he gave me the creeps and I’m lactose intolerant, the door wasn’t going to budge. I flipped the blind back down and began to cross the living room floor, suddenly hearing a knock on the glass of our door. Making my way back to the door an uneasy feeling began to creep up my spine and into the pit of my stomach. I flipped the blind up again, and the ice cream man was standing there. I shook my head again and began to flip the blind when suddenly he began to hit the glass so hard it began to crack. I screamed at him, telling him I had a gun and was going to call the police. Running blindly into my room-mate’s room I frantically searched for her gun. Unable to find it I grabbed the phone and held the butt of it in my hand facing the door. My heart was racing and I prayed silently he would believe I had a weapon. I rounded the corner to see his shadow was no longer casting on the door. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, I walked back into my room and collapsed on the bed.

I woke with a start, it was night and a strange noise was coming from the front room. I glanced into my room-mate’s room to see she was sound asleep. Tilting my head I saw the man standing in front of our door again, he began to punch a hole in the door successfully causing a hole large enough he could fit his hand through to fidget with the lock. I shook my room-mate, trying to scream but no sound would come out. I continued to try to wake her to no avail, she slept through my failed attempts. Feverishly searching for the gun again, I looked up to see the man standing in the hallway. The look in his eyes reminded me of Manson. He looked crazed and blood trickled down his fingers as he grabbed me by the throat and began to drag me out of the house. I grabbed the door jam and tried to knock things off of my room-mate’s dresser to wake her to help me. The overwhelming feeling of doom began to consume me and I began to fight him. I kicked and stomped as hard as I could. Finally getting free, I ran to the neighbor’s house. Knocking and screaming for help as loud as I could. No one would come to the door, I screamed louder and beat the glass  window until it shattered. Still no answer.  Suddenly his hands enclosed my neck again and I closed my eyes knowing that was it. I knew I was going to die.

I blinked as I looked around my office. The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the building, I stood up to see the IT guy running towards our cubicles. Both of us hit the ground. Cowering underneath my desk. I looked up to see Akhim* holding an AK-47 directly at my head. He demanded for me to stand up, and continued to train the gun on my head as I lead him to the front lobby. I glanced around the office to see if anyone could help me. But I found everyone working, as usual. I burst into tears as we passed through the double doors.

And then I woke up, fear spread through my chest and I was crying so hard I couldn’t breathe. That is the most terrifying dream I’ve ever had. 

I decided to look up the meaning to the dream here.
Help- to dream that you are calling or signaling for help, suggest that you are feeling lost, overwhelmed, and/or inadequate.

Helpless- to dream that you are or feel helpless, suggests that you are experiencing difficulties in confronting a situation or relationship. You feel that you are unable to take charge of yourself.

People- to see people you know in your dream, signifies quailites and feelings of those people that you desire for yourself
To see people from your past in your dream, refers to your shadow and other unacknowledged aspects of yourself. It can represent a waking situation that is bringing out similar feelings as your past relationships.

Scared- to dream that you are scared, indicates that you are experiencing self-doubt and feelings of incompetence. You may be feeling a lack of control. Anger often masquerades as fear, so also consider issues about which you are angry about in your waking life.

Scream-to dream that you are screaming, symbolizes anger and fear. It is an expression of your powerful emotions which you have kept pent up inside.
If you try to scream, but no sound comes out, then it suggests that you need to immediately confront some situation. Perhaps you are unable to pinpoint your fears or feelings.

Attack-to dream you are being attacked by someone, signifies questions on your character and the need for you to defend yourself. You are feeling stressed, vulnerable and helpless. You may also be faced with a difficult change in your waking life.

Glass- to see broken in your dream, signifies a change in your life. You will find that a situation will come to an abrupt and untimely end.

God, help me. I hope I never have to feel that horror, even in a dream, again.

Much Love,
K

*Akhim- Not his real name, used to stalk me a few years ago. I’ve made numerous reports and recently had him transferred after he found out I work where I do now. He even followed me home one day, I had to call my roomie and she called Mim’s husband (and we had JUST met them) because he followed me for a solid 20 mins.

Friday isn’t coming fast enough. I’m going with or without anyone, don’t really care. I’ve been waiting for this to come out for well over a year. Plus I want to see if Ledger really does have a chance for a posthumous Oscar nomination. I’ve always thought he was talented but considering the rave reviews this movie is getting, I think he finally is getting the recognition he deserves.

Much Love,
K

I’m not sure about other small town newspapers but my town’s newspaper is available online (as well as in print), with the option of signing into a forum of sorts to be able to leave comments on the stories. It’s a community feedback feature that I am very happy they have most of the time. Other times it makes me sick to my stomach to think that we truly have that many morons living amongst us in that close of a vicinity.

I’m known in that forum area by my nickname, from my online game WoW, and I have become one of the six most anticipated feedbacks on the major stories that are put out there. Anticipated, however, does not mean most agree or even like what I have to say. I was on the debate team growing up, trust me…I know how to argue and get my point across. The only few people who have ever shut me up or to out argue me is my mother/family and my roomie’s lawyer sister (which shouldn’t count…she’s had formal training!)

Either way the few of us regular commenters have an unwritten respect for one another’s views, though we may not agree 90% of the time. I have to be extremely passionate about a subject to comment more than once, usually just leaving it alone to those who like to fight it out. Being one of the youngest posters there, I’m used to being belittled for my age and for “inexperience” in the world. Some are right in that assumption, I am not familiar with what is going on with DSS and other government agencies in our area so I stay out of it.

Why am I bringing this up in my blog, you might be asking yourself. That is because I want your feedback to figure out if perhaps I am wrong with where I stand on a certian subject. Most of those who read my blog are unaware of the history in my family (my step-father’s side) and are unaware of what happened shortly before my high school graduation to bring me to be so passionate about this subject.

Driving under the influence.

I’m not here to reprimand, it isn’t my job. I’m here to get your honest feelings on the subject.
Backstory:
Quite a few years ago, my then mother’s fiancee’s brother- killed himself and two other’s in another car driving on the wrong side of the interstate after drinking one night. (please save the damnation, he suffered the worst possible outcome. And though what he did was wrong, it still hurts his family and daughter)

Jan. 1, 2003- A very well known and liked friend was killed after an accident that involved “substances” (they never clarified- but we all knew), he never got to walk across the stage with us that year.

 Thus bringing us back to Monday, the local paper ran a story about a checkpoint the police department sponsored by the MADD of our county set up to catch drunken drivers and other’s under the influence of mind altering drugs. They caught 62 people on varies offenses dealing with the checkpoint. The majority being DUI/DWI.
Someone on the forum believes that these checkpoints are unfounded and unconstitutional and they are taking away are rights.
I countered him, what about our rights as the people to be able to drive down the road without having the chance of being killed by someone who is under the influence.
He “blew” me out of the water, saying that I was “Anti-American” and “Condescending” and that because of people like me, we will all lose our rights to the government. Once again I countered him.

Here’s an exerpt of the last two posts from us:

So that is the jest of what we were fighting about.  (Btw- the “Another Person on Forum” is where he was addressing someone else)

What are your feelings on the subject? Do you feel that it is too invasive and unconstitutional or do you feel that is the law enforcement’s job to protect us?

Much Love,
K

Friday- Zoo trip!

And fireworks!

Saturday- Cook Out & Singstar competition at our house!
(as you can imagine, Mim kicked our tails…)

That would be her double singing Destiny’s Child- Survivor…
Ever her husband beat me at the song…un-freaking-believable.

Hope you all had a great one!

Much Love,

K

“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.” - Albert Einstein

What spawned my sudden love for this quote? Why of course the call of the week!

Me: Claims Dept. How may I assist you?
Caller:(in a strong Chinese accent and definitely an elderly lady)Dis da Claims Depahment?
Me: Yes Ma’am.
Caller: I owna (not really sure what she said but it sounded like Jerk Off Station, and I KNOW we do not insurance those) in -Insert State Here- an we received a suit papers from a client.
Me: Ma’am have you sent these papers to your Agent or here yet?
Caller: Wha?
Me: Have you turned in this claim to either your agent or us yet?
Caller: I dunno whatchu talking about hunny
Me: The suit papers you received, have you turned them in to us before now?
Caller: I dunno, my husbun says you’re who Iam supposed to talk to.
Me:Ok Ma’am, why don’t you just fax us a copy of those papers you received, ok?
(2 second delay)
Caller: Oh ok. (rustle rustle, scrap scrap, SLAP SLLLLLLLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP)
Me: MA’AM?
Caller: Yes?
Me: What ARE you doing?
Caller: Putting da papers to you through the fax.
Me: But ma’am, I haven’t given you our fax number yet.
Caller: (SLAPPPPP rustle rustle SLAPPP)
Me: *sighs*- Ma’am, please stop trying to put the paper through the phone. That isn’t the fax machine…how about you mail it to us instead?
Caller: IT not de fax machine?

I wish I were kidding.

Much Love,

K

Song’s stuck in my head. Mostly because of THIS:

Yes my dear freaders the day finally arrived, GH Aerosmith! (Btw, isn’t the floor pretty? I waxed them Friday!)

Not to mention the fact T also bought Singstar 80’s & Rocks along with another game she wanted. Only problem is that the guy who works there forgot to include the actual games for Singstar Rocks and her game in the packages. And of course we forgot to check before we left the store. By the time we realized it, the store was closed for the day. SO bright and early Monday morning we’ll have to get them.

GH Aerosmith is GREAT! It took me a few minutes to actually get into the game, but afterwards I was completely hooked.  Not to mention she also bought Season 3 of Spongebob, laugh all you’d like. It has to be the most adult cartoon I’ve ever seen and I love it. Hehe.

What did you do this past weekend? Have plans for the 4th?

Much Love,
K

That would be me, laying on my back…in a huge burger bun costume. I couldn’t even walk because I was too short for it, the woman who helped organize the field game had to pick up the back of it so I could just get out there. But it was hilarious, especially trying to get back up off the ground. I felt like a turtle stuck on its back.

My team lost, but it was fun either way. Never will happen again. Ever. So enjoy that picture. Lol.

Much Love,
K

Most of you probably do not care, but being that Monet is one of my favorite artists of all time (definitely my favorite impressionist), it was big freaking news to hear one of his “Le bassin aux nympheas” collections just sold for OVER 80 million dollars.

 Come on, you know you want to say “Oohhh, prrreeetttyyy”

On another front, today is my work place “Company Picnic” in other words they drag us to Greensboro to watch a baseball game in 93 degrees of heat in the wide open sun. Awesome. Also we participate in these ‘field games’ aka torture tests while there. And guess what group “volunteered” to do one? You got it, mine. So hopefully I’ll remember to take a picture.

Much Love,
K