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Wearing the Shock Factor

I don’t remember the reason I gave myself for having a t-shirt made with two pictures on it. Now I’m pretty sure it was for sentimental reasons. One photo was of me in my army dress uniform. I was 18. Seems like a lifetime ago. The other photo was of an ex who I stayed with before joining the army. He was twice my age and yet I felt like I was his age rather than still a teenager.

Under our photos I had the nicknames we had given each other printed. I called him Jazzman for his love of jazz music. He called me Silky because he said that my legs were silky soft like a baby’s bottom. I have no idea what I did with that shirt. It doesn’t matter, either. It’s still in the fondness part of my memory bank where things can bring a smile to my face. Even if there are other memories connected that are on the opposite part of my memory bank. I don’t go to that side to dwell, though.

I’ve never had other custom t-shirts in mind for myself. I just saw a t-shirt that I’d wear for fun and for the shock factor. I’d be curious if anyone would react and if so how. Some jaw-dropping action would be funny. But, who knows?

The pre-printed t-shirt says, “comma sutra”, rather than “Kama Sutra” (an ancient Indian Hindu text) underneath a set of keys from a computer keyboard. The set of keys has two commas on each one all showing different sexual positions. I think it would be fun to wear and it could be a good conversation piece. You first.

The question is: Would I be bold enough to wear it anywhere other than in my house?

Got Peppermint? No Cigar

Not that I would want to smoke the little cigars that I’ve seen some women smoke… ~Thinking~ Maybe that was just in the movies. No. There probably are women who smoke them. I am most definitely not one of them. Oh, except that one time 20 years ago after drinking too much at that Mexican bar. I was living with a friend and when we got home I found a pack of what I thought were cigarettes on her kitchen table. I took one puff off of that skinny cigar and about choked.

I was just looking at a list of different cigar brands and fruit flavors. Because of this extensive list I wondered if I’d see my last name on it. Nope. Oh well.

A little further down the list I found the word, Cheyenne. I was curious to know if this particular brand was from Cheyenne, Wyoming, which is close to where I was born. Again, no.

I had one more bit of curiosity to get satisfied. Taking a look at all the flavors, I saw Xotic Berry, Wild Cherry, Grape, Peach, and Vanilla. Plus a few more. Xotic Berry? I wonder what that smells like. I don’t normally like the smell of cigars, but, if they smelled more like fruit then maybe I wouldn’t mind so much. I, for instance, do like the smell of some pipe tobacco.

That list of flavors was missing the one flavor I was curious about. Peppermint. Not that it matters, but, I wondered if it would be there. The peppermint flavor that I love doesn’t come in a cigar box anyway.

Eat, Drink, and be…Tailgating

I thought tailgating was about driving too close behind another vehicle. Well, it is, but, there’s a more entertaining way to spend your day. Sporting events aren’t only about the game, apparently. It’s a time to gather together behind your truck or SUV for food and spirits, music, fun and games. In other words. It’s a time for fans to eat, drink, and be merry. Maybe eat, drink, and get rowdy is more appropriate.

I’ve never tailgated, but from what I’ve read it sounds like a combination between a picnic and Spring Break. The difference being the parties are usually held in the parking lot of a stadium.

So, what’s a party without food? You can have the usual picnic foods: hotdogs, hamburgers, potato salad…or you can make your own creation. The tailgating ideas are endless. You can get fancy with a gourmet jumbo frank with the works, a gourmet steak sandwich with onions, peppers, and cheese or a fillet mignon. These are just a few examples. I’m sure you have your own clever ideas, unless you just want it simple.

Just please, tailgate responsibly so that everyone can keep returning and having fun. I’m not a beer drinker, but rather fancy mixed drinks such as an Amaretto Stone Sour, which I haven’t had in over 20 years.

Have fun. Be safe.

Too Much Friction

I wonder if my knees would feel the way they do, if I wouldn’t have cracked them all those years ago. I was a little girl. That’s all I remember about the when. Not my age. Once it started, it was an every night thing. I could feel “that” feeling in my knees while lying in my bed and I couldn’t go to sleep until it was gone.

The older I got, the more they needed to crack because if I didn’t, the pain would begin. Before that it was more of an uncomforable feeling. And once that was gone, I was able to sleep comfortably.

I was told that I’d have problems with my knees if I kept cracking them. Well now I know the truth. They were right. I don’t feel that need to crack them any more, but now I feel something different. Like there is something in my knees rubbing against each other. And if it’s quiet enough, I can hear it, too. It sounds kind of creepy. Like someone keeps moving a door back and forth. A door that belongs in a haunted house. Yes. It’s that kind of creepy sound. Too much friction.

I know that the joints in our knees can wear out as we age. But if this contributed to any damage that may have been done, then I wouldn’t recommend doing it. What should be done, I don’t know. I was never given any suggestions. I was just warned that I’d regret it. I do and then again I don’t. It relieved that annoying feeling and the pain that I’d get so I could sleep. But at what cost?

My house sits on a hill. It’s not steep, but if I walk, sometimes I can feel a little pain in my knees. Sometimes it’s more than just a little. Running up the hill helps them to not hurt. I would love to know how that could be.

I’m short and there are times when I have to get up on a chair to get into my kitchen cabinets. Even that can cause pain from bending my knees.

I don’t think of myself as getting old. I’m only 48. My body might be saying something else, though. My knees don’t bother me all the time. Only what I mentioned above and also having them bent for too long are the issues that I have with them. So, having thoughts of a medical step stool with a handrail shouldn’t make me feel old either. And I won’t let it.

Someone says you’re as young as you feel. Some days I feel older than I’d like, but I still don’t feel like I’m old enough to have grandchildren. Even with them, I’m planning on staying as young as I can for as long as I can. How about you?

Happy Mother’s Day

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I hope your day has been filled with love.

Love,

Diana
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Cosmic Cake Becomes Awake

I have dreams that I don’t remember yet I wish I would as well as those I’ve had that I wish I could forget. Then there are those that I’m happy to remember so vividly it’s as though they just happened.

The cake dream I had many years ago, for instance. I dreamed that I was floating in the air, hovering over a table that was holding a double-layer pink-frosted round cake. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of it.

Not only did this cake look delicious. The aroma was enticing me. I don’t know why I didn’t simply get close enough to stick my face in it for a bite. There were no silverware or plates.

The aroma of the raspberry-frosted cake wafted through my nose causing me to salivate and yet the temptation eluded me. My gaze seemed to be sufficient. Why, I have no clue except that it was a dream that would have been much different had I known how to control it. I would have devoured at least a piece or two. So unhealthy, I know.

I had never seen any raspberry cake mixes, but I sure was curious. So for the next month after the dream, whenever I’d go grocery shopping, I’d look for it. And about a month later, there it was. A box of raspberry cake mix with the word, “NEW” on the corner. I also found the respberry frosting. My mouth dropped open.

I wouldn’t say that it was a dream come true in the literal sense. I bought the cake mix and frosting, but it wasn’t round and me and my kids ate it.

I dreamed the cake and frosting into my existence. That wasn’t the first time, either. It’s happened a few other times with people. Which is why I love to dream. I don’t know if that would be considered a “prophetic dream” or not. In a sense I believe it is.

I’ve been following a Twitter account that tweets about dreaming. What prompted this blog post was what they said about cakes in dreams. “Cakes in dreams can signify a time to rejoice at accomplishments, new relationships or work success”.

Not all dream interpretations resonate with me, but that one does perfectly. Cool. I had begun college that year and I was also working at the college. Although I didn’t use what I learned for any future work I did, it was a learned experience…with numbers. Now I know I prefer numbers as symbols (numerology) rather than number crunching (accounting).

Which reminds me of someone I know who would have been thrilled at one time to have a particular type of dream come true. This person used to take out loans to help her pay bills and for entertainment purposes. I think she was addicted. If this meant going to another state to apply for car title loans Ohio may have been an option as well as any other state surrounding Illinois.

I don’t find anything particularly wrong with asking for these types of loans. But they should be handled responsibly. The money, including the interest incurred, does need to be repaid after all.

If I were to have a dream like that, I’d wonder why since I don’t even drive. Should there be some dreams better left ignored? This is when it’s best to look for the symbols and see what they could mean in our lives.

But I don’t completely rely on a dream dictionary. Some meanings not only don’t resonate with me, they just don’t make sense to me. It’s better to look within. If you want to know how significant dreams are to your life, trust your intuition. Just be careful that it’s not your ego giving you false information telling you what you want to hear.

I have a lot of dreams that I don’t expect to ever come true, though. And I accept that. If they are meant to become my reality, then they will. Most dreams, however, are meant to guide us along our path in life’s journey through symbols rather than taken literally.

Besides paying attention to synchronicities while awake, also do so from those in your dreams. It’s a symbolic method happening while dreaming to show us important information in our waking lives.

Sweet Sensations of the Body

It’s been more than 24 hours since I’ve been to sleep and yet I don’t feel sleep-deprived. This is unusual for me. Normally by this time I would have given in to recover from the zombie-state I’d be feeling. Instead I’m rejuvenated as though I’ve had a full night’s rest.

I have some ideas of why I feel the way I do, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to be that revealing right now. Or if I ever will be. For now, I just want to quickly share an experience that I’ve been having and enjoying most of the day.

Early in the morning my heart began to beat stronger in a way for me to be able to feel it pulsating throughout my body. Even my lips have had that sensation most of the day. It got softer later in the afternoon and then it got strong again. As I said, I may know why, but it could just be my imagination, too. Wishful thinking?

There was another feeling that I had this morning as well. I had a warming sensation that began below my knees and flowed down to the tips of my toes. What a nice feeling that was. It only lasted for about five minutes, but I enjoyed it all the while. It wasn’t a hot feeling, but it was warmer than warm. Being lightly sprayed by a cool, misting fan would’ve felt so good, though. Only on my legs and feet because it was already a little cool in the house. Strange spring weather we’re having this year.

I’m wondering if you have ever had similar experiences. If so, do you have an explanation? What do you think about it? Mind/body connection? A fascinating subject. Spiritual? I’d love your thoughts about it.