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I promise… July 8, 2010

Posted by jeneypeney in all growed up, dreams, life.

Breathe. Just breathe. Take the weight off your shoulders and put it on me.

Breathe. Just breathe. Make the life that you’re living be all that you need.

… I will try my damndest to stop freaking out over my “I’m broke” issues.

… I will try to understand why my mother is so crazy… and try not be follow in her footsteps.

… I will not let my job consume my every being.

… I will not let everyone else’s problems become my own.

… I will no longer be ashamed of listening to Hanson or Spring Awakening at work.

… I will let myself fall and let him catch me.

… I will not let medical haul me away on a stretcher during the Morden Triathlon this Saturday.

… I will find one more part of my body to love every day.

… I will not panic, fret, or worry about who you are any why you are reading my blog.

… I will pass my certification exam.

… I will calm. the. fuck. down.

… I will breathe.


I’m a lot more effed up than I thought… February 3, 2010

Posted by jeneypeney in dreams, i'm a moron, life.

Like most people, for as long as I can remember, I have had a lot of trouble remembering my dreams. When I was a kid, the only ones that stuck with me when I woke up were nightmares. When I was about 12, my mom got me a dreamcatcher and had it blessed by a family friend who happens to be a High Priestess in a Wiccan coven. All my nightmares and dreams went away.

Until recently.

And let me tell you, if dreams are a wish your heart makes… I need to be committed. This shit’s fucked up, yo.

Sometime in October I had a dream that BDubz and I were floating on a couch (Because couches float, duh?) in the middle of a flood in Fargo. We had a fish tank (With fish in it… we like a challenge.) and a Pug with us (Supposedly my subconscious thinks these are two things that we absolutely, positively, without question must save in a flood). We were trying to switch couches, but every time we got into the other couch, it started to sink (Jackass couch).

Then a little while later I had a dream that BDubz and Voice of God were mad at me because we didn’t have any spoons in the apartment (But there were like 10,000 knives… how ironic?*). To which I replied that if they didn’t use all the spoons to cook, then maybe we would have spoons in the house (Apparently lack of spoons is a sensitive subject in our household…).

Another dream had Voice of God shaved all his dreads off except for a small patch in the front above his forehead. And sang lady Marmalade with three of my athletes at a benefit concert (Makes total sense, right? Right??).

Last night I had a dream that we owned two cats (Which wouldn’t be weird if BDubz didn’t HATE cats) and my cat turned into a person at night (…Um. Yeah.).

I have no earthly idea why I have started remembering my dreams. I am even more confused and utterly disappointed with the fact that my imagination can’t help me out with a dream about laying on a beach in Cabo San Lucas while Adam Lambert feeds me grapes and sings to me and Ryan Reynolds bubs lotion on my back.**

*I know this is backwards from the original lyrics and that it has nothing to do with real irony. Get off my back.
**Of course my imagination would turn this into Adam throwing salami at me while Ryan decides to use his feet instead of his hands.***
***And we’d be in Iraq or Afghanistan in the middle of a war zone.****
****And Jack Bauer would be involved somehow.