Brownie Overload or Sorry for my Random Obesssion

I lost my ever loving mind yesterday.  I was obsessed with chatter.  I told the twitterverse all about my brownies...twice.  I even tweeted a picture of them.  They were from a box and tasted just like they always do.  They were all I could talk about.  I was so happy when I could tell another person that I made brownies.  It was a sickness.

Now, I must confess, it really wasn't about the brownies.  It was the absolute bout of stir crazy I had.  I wanted to talk to everyone on the web yesterday.  It was madness.  I also had no motivation to leave the house.

Today, it's raining out and I will have to venture forth into the great wide world.  What is the task I must complete in the cool (but soon will be cold) rain?  Clint asked if we had a lint roller yesterday.  We don't so today I am going to get one.

I need a life...

A dream that is normal for me

They say we all dream.  The proverbial they also say we don't remember most of what we dream.  To this is say: THANK YOU JESUS!  I know these two things:  I dream in color and my dreams are fucked up.

I had a dream last night.  I don't recall any of it except that there was this dude in regency clothes and it was weird.  I am not going to talk about that dream because lets face it I just did and this would be a very short post.

A few weeks back I jinxed myself by thinking about the fact that I haven't had an odd dream in awhile.  I fully expect to have a case of insomnia in the coming week or two because I am due and I had to remind myself of this.  But, hopefully, that one night I thought I might not sleep but I did will count.  I digress. 

The dream that still haunts me went like this.  I was driving around (I have no idea why) and I suddenly realized that I have to let my cat into my grandparents garage.  (For those of you who don't know my cat Fido is an indoor/outdoor cat.)  I rush to my grandparents house and Fido promptly runs into the garage.  As I am about to close the door I see the cutest kitten ever (He was blue/grey on top and white belly and muzzle.)  I cooed him into the garage too.  For some reason I followed them both into the garage (I was feeling rushed, but I had my reasons) and proceeded to walk into my grandparents kitchen.  I guess I wanted to say hi.  Fido and kitty follow me in.  All of a sudden there is barking from the living room and Fido runs in after it.  I rush in to save the dog from Fido and carry him back into the kitchen.

I wake up at this point and put Fido out.  Fido also woke me from weird regency dude dream this morning.


Okay so this may not seem all that odd of a dream except a few points that I will share now.  I live 1300 miles away from my grandparents.  If I was going to leave Fido anywhere in PA it would be at my mom's or at my Aunt Linda's house.  My grandparents are not pet people.  They tolerate other people's pets but if they never saw a cat or dog again they would never complain.  They would never have a dog.  My cat may have at one time or other chased a deer and a turkey and other cats.  He is smartly afraid of dogs.  He wouldn't rush in to fight one.  To me what is most odd is that when he ran into the living room and I chased the "camera" stayed in the kitchen.  I know that I got Fido out because I saw me coming through the door carrying him.  Also, I want to know what kind of dog my my decided that my grandparents had.

It's been a week and I still recall this dream vividly.  Its not the most bizarre dream I've had just the weirdest one in a while.

It's All Gone.

So DH's pc got infected and the only way we could cure it was to do a system restore.  I lost all that I written.  I have been thinking that this is a disaster all this week.  Today, I realized, it's a blessing.  I wasn't happy with what I was writing.  To be more specific, I was confused by what I was writing. 

Today, I have a new plan and a new outlook.  The premise is the same but somethings are different and that makes me so very happy.  I can do this!

Good-bye Daddy

Im still in shock.  That I do know.  What I dont know is when it will finally hit me.  At just before 8 am my mom woke me up and said we have to go that hospice called and said that dad will die today.  I rush to get ready and we are out the door in 5 minutes.  Ten minutes later they call and say that he has passed.  He passed in his sleep.  He just slowly stopped breathing.

I know that at this moment dad is up in heaven scouting out hunting in heaven.

Happy Hunting Daddy, save some game for me.

Not a good Birthday.

I'm the kind of girl that looks forward to her birthday.  I love getting cards and seeing people wish me "Happy Birthday" on Facebook.  I don't expect presents with the exception that I buy myself with my husbands money each year.  In general my birthday is a good day.  Even that one where my mom took my brother and I to get our shots in what I can only describe as a drive by type thing was a good day.

Today, I turned 32.  I don't feel any older then I did at 31.  Today has not been a good day.  Now, it hasn't been horrible its just been one of those days that's kinda sucked.

Being the good wife that I am I slept in the office last night.  DH did not sleep well the night before so I wanted to at least not be one of the problems last night (I snore and I toss in my sleep).  I woke up when he went to take his bath.  So far, so good, right?  I had to pee.  You know the "if I get up and don't go strait to the toilet I'm gonna have an accident" type.  So I laid as still as possible for the next 45 minutes and then bolted in there like it was the salvation that it was.  Not the best start to my day.  I try to stay out of his way when he's getting ready so I got on the PC to do something (frankly, I don't know what I did).  Which is my usual routine...Except I didn't start the coffee.  That my friends is where the day started to landslide.

Thirty minutes later I realize that I have no coffee and I want some now.  Ten minutes later, I have a steaming cup of goodness in my hands to start my day.

I decide that seeing today is MY day I'm not going to work on my book.  I'm going to play my video game.  So I log in and all goes well on that front.  I'm doing my thing and it starts to rain outside, still day not half bad.  Around noonish Fido wakes up.  He usually wants food, water and a cuddle.  Today, He wants to go out (its stopped raining).  I open the door he looks at me with his sweet kitty eyes and I go out with him.  We walk around the apartment building.  He pees, we go in.  He takes a 30 minute nap then proceeds to go apeshit.  He started to climb up a stack of books I have in the office and he fell off.  Not being the most graceful person in existence, I laugh.  Because, let's face it, it was was fucking funny.  He starts his meowing wander around the apartment.  He does this about twice a week, so I ignore it for awhile.  His tone suddenly get's my attention to see him spraying my wall by his scratching post. 

Add in the news about my dad and well turning 32 has not been the best thing to happen to me.  At least not today.

excerpt of todays work

Joe realizing that once Paige got an idea in her mind there was no way to dislodge it was trying to come up with every possible thing that could and would go wrong. The only way to keep her safe was to see the holes before she fell into them and dragged him down with her. First, problem that needed to addressed was that they couldn’t leave Tom. Tom was family. You don’t leave family, ever, and Tom would turn into a shell of a person. Joe may not be overly sensitive but dealing with two emotional people he understood that they feel every damn thing. For a Scryer that was a taxing exercise. The way Joe looked at it though was that if he could get through a day with two touchy people and not have a major migraine then he was better then most Scryers. Joe took a quick glance up at Tom and nearly fell off the rock. Tom's aura was a bright blinding white. Tom was positively terrified. The last time he saw Tom this scared they all became a lightning rod. “Tom what's wrong? What did you see?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing really. It was strange. Whoever it was,” he casts a covert glance at Paige, “was in a cave, I think. They were hurt and scared. I think they were dieing. If they weren’t then they sure thought they were. Gods the smell it was awful. I got no details save that it was dirty, like the walls and floor were dirt.” Knowing every detail was important Tom closed his eyes and took a cleansing breath.

My heroine

I know her.  I feel her.  She is smart, emotional, disabled.  She can be best described as cute.  She is a disabled healer.  All these things I think people will dig about her.  My fear is this.  She, like me, has a bad case of the babbles.  Its part of her charm.  My fear is that people will be annoyed or that she will be hard to follow.  If I have to scrap her then I dont know what I will do (probably work on book 2). 

My idea is a trilogy.  Its going to be sci-fi romance.  I cant call it paranormal because it doesnt happen on earth.