no pills for the cat

…And now that I have gotten the previous entry out of my system… now that I have unfortionatley made my way back to this world we call Earth…

Today was beautiful. I was happy to spend time outside. Sometimes I feel like being outside in such lovely weather charges my mood battery.

We had a good discussion going on during group today….. Discussion is a difficult world to spell….

Some how or another we got off topic for a little bit (noooooo, impossible….) and we started talking about pets and such. I contributed my thoughts on pets and mentioned the fish and cat I was ready to bring home with me the other day…the Francois..s..how do you make Francois plural?…anyway, I was trying to describe to them what they looked like…I said the cat was really cool because he looked liked halloween and the fish was cool becuase he looked like magic. Well appearently the other group members brains don’t think like my brain, because they all looked at me like I was a nut. But they heard me right, yes, the cat looked like a fantastic holiday, and the fish looked like an invisible power. However, in my mind, it makes complete sense. Just like a song can sound like cold weather or hot asphalt, or taste like rainy wood…..That makes sense right? It does!

Or not.

Dosen’t matter…

moving right along to somewhere else….

The road. I’m thinking about the road. I am thinking this becuase I am often fearful of the way I drive. Driving is not something that comes easy to me. I follow all the rules and I hardly speed, and I have never had a speeding ticket…but thats not the kind of bad driving I’m talking about….Im talking about the fact that there is just so much around me while driving that it is quite hard to fully concentrate. I sometimes feel like I am almost driving like a drunk driver because as soon as my eyes find their way to something I want to look at (which seems to be almost everything) I am suddenly turning the wheel in the same direction in which my eyes are pointing. Those rumble strips tend to see a lot of my car, but thank God they are there. And then there is the music thats playing. I can get so sucked into the music that its almost like tunnel hearing. Turning the music off is not an option, I can’t deal without it. Because for one, I love it, but also because I get bored if there is an absent of music. Boredom equals day dreaming, and thats bad too. I am not really that awful of a driver, but it’s something I really really need to work on. Just tonight as I was driving home from babysitting, I nearly ended up in the guard rail of a highway entrance. I wanted to read what the shiney sign said, It was flashing words, and I wanted to know the whole message. I hate that their are so many signs along the road. Thats not cool!

I came across some old grade school work I have done. One particular one was a little book filled with all about me things. I couldn’t find a year on it, but Im guessing I was around eight or nine when I filled the book out. Its halarious. I wasn’t a very bright kid. I have to admit. Eventually I came around but my earlier years were a bit messy. Anyway, while going through the book, I noticed that I wrote that I lived in Malany. To the best of my knowledge, there is no such place as Malany, nor have I ever lived there. I came to a page filled out with different senses like I like to see…?, or I like to watch…that sort of thing…In the place that said I like to taste, I put Brad. ‘I like to taste Brad" I don’t even know with that one! Through out the book, I noticed I had a strange obsession with Minnesota, and desperately wanted to live there. Again, I cannot tell you why. What was it about Minnesota? I have no idea. Then there was a part that said what I was thankful for, and this is a direct quote…"I am thankful for the things I do!" Thats it, short and sweet and open to interpretation. At least I got straight to the point. I suppose everybody should be thankful for the things they do…thats if the things they do are good things.

I am now going on three days with this entry.

I dreampt that I was surfing in a parking deck last night. There wasn’t much water, but I was still a damn good deck surfer. It was groovy, and now I would much appreciate it if I could go actual parking deck surfing. I don’t know how to do this, but if there is a will, then there is a way.

There was no school today. Rosh Hashanah. Trying to spell that really messed with my brain. I looked it up and had the word spelled out right infront of me, and I still had a hard time.

Anyway, no school equals a full day with the kids. It was nice. Evelyn and Warren’s aunt and baby cousin were visiting from London. We all went to the park together. While there I saw a little girl I used to take care of (well can’t really say she is little any more) Her name is Paige. She came up to me to say hello, and I was suprised she recognized me. I hardy could recognize her, she is so tall now, and seems so grown up. She’s so sweet, thats something that hasn’t changed. We talked for a bit, and I inrtroduced Evelyn and Warren to her. They actually went to the old same school but they didn’t recognize each other. The kids talked with each other for a while, and then Evelyn asked Paige if she wanted to play on the monkey bars with her. Paige said she didn’t know how to do the monkey bars so Evelyn offered to teach her. It was really awesome to watch. Evelyn was able to teach Paige, and the look on Paige’s face when  she made it across the monkey bars was priceless. She was so excited that she ran over to her mom and gave her the biggest hug. Evelyn was smiling as well, and it was just one of those moments that can make your heart melt. After the monkey bars, Evelyn, Warren and I helped page climb up the big rock she had been afraid to climb. Again, she made it up, and we were all very happy.

Im pretty sure Im setting a personal record for the amount of days it takes me to finish one entry. You were always taught not to write run on sentences in school…where was I when the teacher taught the class not to write run on entries??….

Today…not very eventful. Therapy, it went pretty well.

It was pouring rain today. I was ready to just row myself merrily down the roads, except I don’t think it would have been gently down the roads.

I stopped at the Starbucks drive thru after therapy. I was to afraid of the rain to get out of my car. There was a car infront of me that had a license plate that read pay it forward…except shortened in a license plate sort of way…..in my mind I kept thinking it would be nice if they could pay it for me..ward…but only in a not so serious way…more like just joking with myself…and then that made me think of how you hear stories of how people actually do that sort of thing, but it never really happening to you, which made me think of how I should really do that for somebody one time, because that would be cool…which made me think of who could be behind me when I decide to pay it forward…and my mind played out a bunch of different people….(it was a pretty long drive thru line, so I had time to think all of this up)…anyway..I ordered…waited and then finally pulled up to the window ready to pay, except the girl s

aid that my order had already been paid for….and I was like WWWHHHAAAATT….that really just happened??….I thought that in my mind, not out loud, I was more or less left kind of speechless, but then I realized I had already had the money in my hands, so I got my first chance to pay it forward…nd I don’t know who was behind me, but it didn’t matter becuase it felt nice.

Pay It forward everybody!!!!

Thats all that really went on today, aside from work…which leads me to almost conclude this entry. I have been wanting to add some pictures…

here is the doodle thing completed…

…I collaged them onto an old composition journel…this is the back. Its been collaged with tissue paper…and my very favorite Mod Podge. Oh how I love me some Mod Podge!!!!

Here is the front…I blocked off some stuff because its from a twelve step program and im not sure if I can post certain things because it might break the rule of the anonymity thing..or something. I Dont know, perhaps I am already breaking that rule…oh well…

from the weekend…

…kind of has that NASCAR look going on….which is…ummmm….well as long as he is happy.

Rocks are really funny. The boys had been keeping that secret from me….until Saturday. Now I know how funny they can be. Ever heard a rock’s joke? Rock rock…whos there….stone…stone who?? stone you wanna come sit on me?

No??? fine…

I won’t quit my day job, or weekend job for that matter…

…Oh his achin’ back. You try climbing a comedic rock, its tough work…He may be feeling sore, but that rock….you just can’t walk away from it in a serious manner.

from last week…

…the proper way in which to pass your time while waiting for a loved one’s ballet class to be over. Warren loves soccer.  He was practicing before team practice.