My birthday was yesterday. And I have the bestest friends in the world. Betsy sent me beautiful flowers, and Cristina, Allison and Christy sent me cupcakes, Mama made me a cake and dinner for my friends who were so sweet to come over and celebrate with me. And to all my dear sweet friends who called me and sent me messages – I love you.
It was awesome. I am very blessed and lucky and happy and glad. 26 is going to be a great year.
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So it was a heartbreaker of a weekend. I can honestly say I had a fabulous time friday night and all day on saturday. It was so great to see all of my friends – although it was very crazy and I didn’t get to spend as much one on one time with a lot of people. I have a problem with my attention span sometimes – and I have a hard time keeping up with more than two or three people on days like saturday – in the same way I have a hard time keeping up with more than a couple of people at big parties. I know this probably means I’m self absorbed and what ev – but I am very good at keeping up with the two or three people I am committed to at the time. I just get overwhelmed.
I had a 20 year old hit on me at the bar after the game. His fake id said he was born in 1983. His real id said he was born in 1986. Wow. I told him I was flattered, but that I didn’t understand why he was talking to me when there are a million 19 year olds in town and I’m obviously entirely too old for him. He told me he always liked older girls and that he had always had a thing for his baby sitters when he was younger. WOW. Jennifer and I were so fascinated by his line of reasoning we asked him a lot of questions. It was enlightening and very frightening all at the same time.
I didn’t have to go to work today, because I have a sweet, sweet job. So I have been enjoying a personal day. My allergies are being annoying and I have aggrevated one of the joints in my foot so I decided to take this opportunity to be a couple waste of space. Christy, Allison and Cristina were sweet enough to send me cupcakes – so I’ve spent the day eating cupcakes and watching tv on dvd. I went to sleep at 10:30 last night and woke up at 11:30 this morning. As my mom would say – You must have really needed the sleep!
I’m finally starting to feel settled. This past weekend was lots of fun, but very little drama, and I hadn’t realized how badly I needed a drama free weekend. Not that I live that exciting of a life – but the past couple of months have been rather tumultous – in my work life, my social life, and the imaginary world I create in my head. And it is nice to calm down.
In other news – Daddy tried to put Blitzen the deer in the car to take it to the river and bella flipped out. So they brought him back inside. Then Mama had to put Blitzen on the front porch and Bella layed right at the front door all day. Geeze.
Oh, and complements of Jennifer – I’m going to need you to go to this link – and read #9 on the top of page 2. Kisses.
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I know y’all get tired of hearing about my dreams, but last night’s dreams were spectacular – food, beer, football, and boats.
Last night I dreamed that it was the UGA-LSU game (UGA doesn’t play LSU this year – but my subconscious is not concerned with that minor detail). And for some reason I was on the field. I don’t think I was a player, but I was on the field.
And at half time I left the field and went inside. When I came back out on the field, there were these huge balls of tinfoil (aluminum, what ev) full of low country boil, aka frogmore stew, Beaufort stew. And I stopped someone on the field and I asked them how these huge piles of shrimp, corn, and new potatoes arrived on the field. The person responded casually, Oh, a truck dropped them there at half time.
I want to be clear about how big these piles of aluminum and yumminess were. At least five or six feet tall. HUGE. They were like aluminum eggs full of low country boil. Of course, you don’t cook low country boil in aluminum – or at least I never have. But my subconscious isn’t concerned about that either. And I love this stuff. LOVE IT.
Of course I can’t help it, I’m starving in my dream, so I go over and start eating shrimp off the pile. They were the best shrimp I’ve ever tasted in my life. The potatoes could have used a little pepper, they were a touch bland, but the shrimp were amazing.
Keep in mind there is a football game going on during all of this. Eventually I had to stop eating the shrimp and corn and potatoes because I got really full and I started to get nervous about the shrimp baking out in the hot sun for too long. I don’t remember who won the game.
My other dream last night involved a sailboat. I wasn’t suppose to be on the sailboat, there were too many people for the race on the boat, we were going to make it too slow, in addition to the fact that I don’t know how to sail. At first I was really worried I was going to mess everything up. But then they stopped off at a marina with a bar and let a couple of us get out. It was like – sit here till we get back – oh yeah – they sell beer in there. Libby was in this dream, and she was suppose to one of the people who stayed on the boat, but she really wanted to sit on the dock and drink beer with us (I don’t remember who "us" was), so we went through one of those – I don’t care, I’ll ride in the boat, no really, I don’t mind staying on the dock exchanges. I think we both ended up on the dock but I don’t quite remember exactly.
Too bad I can’t tell y’all all the juicy details of my real life.
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Complements of F. James:
Football is a dangerous sport. Even on playstation.
Apparently, two men were playing playstation football and the game got so heated one man stabbed the other man. Guess which two teams they were "coaching?" Tennessee and Auburn. And this wasn’t like a steak knife to the thigh stabbing. This was a butcher knife to the back stabbing. A punctured lung, airlifted, emergency surgery kind of stabbing. Read the whole story here.
Complements of JL Blanchard:
Why are Tennessee’s colors orange?
So they can wear orange to the game on saturday, hunting on sunday, and to pick up trash on the highway on monday.
In other news, Bella has fallen in love with a deer. A dead deer. A deer that has been dead for a long time. I’m worried she is going to get her heart broken. My parents took down the mounted deer head that has been hanging on the wall in my brother’s room for years. They had plans to take it to the river house. But before they took it to the river they set it downstairs on floor on the back porch.
And Bella adopted it. Seriously. She won’t let Bo near it – tries to eat him alive if he gets too close. She sniffs and licks all over the deer every time we let her out of the kitchen and she has started taking naps next to it. I mean, if we would let her, she would never be more than two feet away from the deer. Also, apparently she doesn’t appreciate the fact that the deer ignores her – so she will occasionally bark at him. We have decided to name him Blitzen. Bella and Blitzen, sitting in a tree. I’ve never seen such in my life. Our dog has problems. Shocker. I’ll try to take a picture of her and post it because it is really hilarious.
P.S. Crazy dreams again last night. I’m going to blame it on the impending full moon.
Tonight Elizabeth and I are going to try out a new exercise. Boot Camp. Sounds like a blast, huh? We are on a serious exercise kick. I’m going to start swimming when it gets colder and dark. Yay endorphines.
Oh, and I really love my video iPod. And I hate mosquitoes and roaches.
Who is coming to play with me on north campus Saturday? I’ll be the girl with the big clock around her neck. Let me know where to find you.
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I love Gmap Pedometer.
I love going on a long run and being exhausted and sweaty at the end of it.
I love Swiss Cheese.
I love Mountains. 
I love Georgia Football.
I love Chocolate.
I love Coffee.
I love Luna Sunrise bars.
I love it that this Friday is a full moon and next Friday is the 13th. In between the two is the date 10.10.06 at which time I will be 26. 10+10+06= 26.
I love sleazy etiquette guides.
I love leaving work.
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Last night I dreamed I was playing with a bunch of puppies. So maybe my stress level is improving.
But I did that thing where you never feel like you are asleep – I tossed and turned for what seemed like an hour and then all the sudden it was 6:30 in the morning. I’m not as tired as I was yesterday so I guess my sleep was more restful than I anticipated.
Elizabeth and I have been running. When we first started running together a couple of weeks ago we both felt like we were dying. But yesterday we had a great run. The first 25 minutes of our run is mostly uphill, and the last ten minutes of our run is downhill and flat, and then we walk for ten minutes. We are training for a half marathon and will be adding distance sometime in the near distant future. I hope my knees make it.
Friday I ran with Faris on the trails in athens, which was awesome. I told her a long drawn out story about a boy I know and she listened indulgently. Then we went and bought make up.
Ralphie came to Georgia, and the dawgs almost didn’t make it out alive. I had serious doubts about the outcome of the game, but I’m proud of the dawgs for pulling through. Joe Cox impressed me while the rest of the team scared me to death.
Speaking of being scared to death, how about the 7:45 kick off for the Tennessee game in Athens? Wow. OHHHH AND I THINK LIBBY IS GOING TO BE IN TOWN FOR THE GAME!!!! GET SO EXCITED!
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So there is going to be a buffalo ‘tween the hedges this weekend. I’m pumped. I’m not sure how we convinced Colorado to bring Ralphie, because apparently she doesn’t travel very often, but she is coming. I think she is suppose to be here tonight or tomorrow morning, because they are going to do a practice run. Her handlers said she only runs into stationary objects sometimes. Sweet. This is the direct quote:
Ralphie IV has run into our fake mascot a couple of times, but that’s been because he wasn’t paying attention," Frei said. "Those have been the only close calls, and fortunately nobody got hurt."
Good to know. She only weighs 900 pounds. Lots of people want to talk about her trip.
I just called ole John Bateman to ask him about this comment in the AJC:
"Their team will come out of the northeast corner and go right to their sideline on the north side, pretty much a direct shot," said UGA athletic marketing director John Bateman. "Ralphie will steer clear of any pregame groups on the field such as our band, cheerleaders and players — and Uga, too."
That is a pretty big promise John. I left a message on his cell phone so hopefully he will call me back. And hopefully Ralphie won’t hurt anybody. I’ll be there to watch though – I can tell you that. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA.
Ralphie has nothing on Uga, the most awesome of all football mascots.
This is a Bateman quote I can comfortably stand behind:
"It’s David and Goliath," said Bateman of the mascots’ sizes. "But what’s that old saying, ‘It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog’? Uga’s going to stand up tall on Saturday."
I’d put money on the fact that Uga is better with children than Ralphie.
I’m so excited about another football game, I’m not sure I can talk about it. So. Excited.
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I have really wacked out dreams. I think I’ve always had crazy dreams, but when I am under a lot of stress they can be awful. Like – during law school exams I had terrible dreams. Mostly about not being able to find the classroom where my take home final is suppose to be turned in, or about my laptop breaking, or about teachers yelling at me. These dreams are very repetitive and always start off in a similar fashion. I read somewhere that having crazy dreams is actually good for you – that it is a way for your brain to subconscious deal with stress. Okay, I can believe that. And I don’t know what the whole deal about people not dreaming in color is – but I can say for one that my dreams are always in color. I have trouble remembering whether something happened in real life or in a dream sometimes, although I would say about half the time my dreams are bizarre enough that there is no question about the reality of the memory.
Normally the dreams that really frighten me are the ones where really bad things happen to people in my life – like I dream someone is really sick or dead, or whatever. Those are the dreams I never repeat to anyone because I’ve found that if I don’t tell anyone about the dream, I will forget it completely after a while – but the serious dreams I tell people about I always remember.
Last night wasn’t realistic, but it freaked me out anyway and I just remembered it. If you don’t want to think I’m crazy – you might want to stop reading here.
I dreamed that I was having my blood drawn – I wasn’t giving blood – I was having my blood drawn for a test – I don’t know what test or why. Anyway, the person drawing my blood didn’t really know what they were doing. Anyone who has given blood a lot or had much blood work done knows that if the right person draws your blood it doesn’t hurt at all, but if the person doesn’t know what they are doing it can hurt A LOT and leave a huge bruise that makes you look like a heroin addict.
This person drawing my blood was really nervous, for whatever reason. And I was too. Blood doesn’t bother me, I don’t mind giving blood at all. Needles don’t scare me, shots are not a big deal, etc. And I am one of those sick people who likes to watch while I’m being stuck. I don’t know why, I’m just sort of curious. But in my dream I was scared to death. I couldn’t look, I couldn’t watch, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. Also, the girl who drew my blood left me in the middle of it, like when you are giving blood, but the little vial only takes a second to fill up, so I was sitting there with the needle in my arm. So I take out the needle and the little vial and I try to figure out what to do next, but it was all very confusing and there was no one around. And my arm was still bleeding. I couldn’t find a band-aid.
OMG – if you didn’t think I was certified looney toons before, I’m sure you do now. Obviously I have a lot of anxiety dreams, but this one is ridiculous. I haven’t had my blood drawn or given blood in over a year. Probably closer to two years.
My subconscious needs to get a grip on reality.
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