Rubies of me

Work is going smoothly and my love life is phenomenal. I have told almost every one of my girlfriends some of the nice things Paul as said lately that has me just floating. I guess it is to be expected but it has also attracted me a fair share of jealousy as well.

So my favorite is this. Paul was talking about his younger brother Patrick who is a financial manager. Patrick travels the US and makes Buco-bucks. Paul said that he could devote all of his time and energy into his company and be promoted (he is already a manager and has been offered positions in other states) but he wants to make sure that he has time for a wife and family. He looked at me very seriously and said that Patrick will become a millionaire, but to him, I am his millions dollars and it does not matter how much money we ever have. Awwww melt!

I was completely honest with him when I told him today that he is what little girls dream about, knights in shining armor that swoop and save the day. Except girls become women who realize that men aren’t like fairy tales and many of them are actually very mean and selfish. Paul is what I dreamed about as a little girl.

K so all of my friends are on myspace and neevr use livejournal so I may not be on here much more...which sucks since i just bought a paid account. Sucks to be me.

Oh yeah I just got a 3,000 dollar raise at work. Boom baby!!!

I don't have big expectations for birthdays, they usually are a hue let down. But this year, when I was least expecting it, oh my gosh my birthday was freaking fabulous. All of my friends from work (and Heather) along with my brother and his girlfriend blindfolded me and took me to Benihana's. I was surprised at all the people that showed up. It made me feel so special to have so many smiling faces show up with bags of gifts. People that I would have not imagined were there and it was kinda out of the way for a lot of people who live far away from Beaverton. I had my hair trimmed and flipped out from Traci's Studio and wore a pink and black skirt outfit. Paul took me back to the bar and ordered me a brain tumor and a fluffy raspberry drink and since Paul knew the waiter we all got free drinks. We sat in the bar for about a half hour then took our seats as out waiter, Felix introduced himself and started to make our food on the Habachi grill. Most of us had steak or chicken, I had the scallops. Then I had to wear this silly hat while the staff sang happy birthday. My friend from college Heather had designed a cake with oriental flowers.
I think in total they sang happy birthday like three times. After the dinner we all went to karaoke and Lacey and Mel sang me like a virgin and started crawling all over me. Lol. The next day we all woke up and went camping. the best part was a long hike along the rive. It was cool because it was like an obstacle course. The path we chose used to be a road, but a landslide had taken out bridges and narrowed the path, so we had to keep on forging the river when the path would would narrow and make our way over logs and rocks, and through swamps. It was so fun. I sent thank you cards to everyone. I had so many to write I got a cramp in my hand.

Mel got me the birdcage I had wanted to for my palace bedroom:

Me and the gang have been going to Harvey’s comedy club. That is such a fun place and the food is great; I always get spinach dip plus another entrée. Sometimes the wait staff sucks (more then once I have had a drink spilt on me) but the comedians have always been great. I have seen everything from an Adam Sandler type to a Drew Carey type. Fun stuff. I have to agree with Paul that it is best when it is just the three of us, even though the groups we have brought out have been really fun.

So yeah, everyone has been like really sick in my life. Two days ago I received a call that my dad was having a heart attack (he is fine now). And I just got out of the ER for my b-friend. We went in at like 3am. He had been up for about an hour puking and having diarrhea ( I assumed it was just food poising and drove him to the hospital). Turns out there is a current “sailor flu” going around that is very vicious and very painful. Since Paul works retail in the store he manages, he caught, let’s not hope I am next. So anyhow a little word to the wise folks, this disease is caught by transferring from infected body fluids to mouth, so wash your damn hands!!!!

Because I never remember until it is too late....

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I am really missing doing active work. It was so nice to be able to eat what ever I want and also have the energy to do almost anything. In one year I have gone from super active wonder woman to a woman that actually has to force herself to anything besides go to the gym four times a week. I have started to get more active by taking more walks and doing manual labor like landscaping, etc. on the weekend. For my lunch break today I went and took a warm bath and then took Satine (my roommates black lab) for a half hour walk. It is beautiful outside, but I still had to force myself to get up off the couch. It was sad really, but a step in the right direction.

But, compared to my co-workers I AM active. That baffles me. I sit at a desk all day long; go to the gym and then play video games or watch foreign films with Paul. But my peers sit at desk all day and then go home and watch t.v. I don’t get how they can be like that. I don’t care about how much time a person has, you can always make physical activity a priority. I know people that get up an hour early to jog or walk during lunch break. Honestly, there is no excuse.

I am really excited about my birthday coming up on May 12. Alluding to what is coming by hints and secret smiles, Paul and Mel have disclosed that they have big plans so I can't wait to see what they are going to do! I have asked to go camping and Heather and my brother are coming as well. I fully trust Mel and Paul to make it special. They really are the best people I have ever met! My mom called and I told her that I din't want her getting my anything for my b-day. I know money is always tight for them and I have more money then I know what to do with (please don't let thet jinx me).

We went to the Clackamas mall on friday. I got this cool game called shadow+of+the+colossus. It is so fun. Paul bought a fun mortal combat game that he owned me at. I love that I have a boyfriend (finally) that loves me just the way I am and embraces my nerdy side, even encourages it! Though I think he liked my game more then I did even, he was up so late last night. After working at a friends house in the Couv (we painted and did yard work, and installation for a friend) I was so tired. I zonked out at like 10pm.

Anyhow, I am going to do free yardwork for an olderly lady in my neighborhoood this weekend, which should be fun!

I am already up to Atlantis and have beat most of the levels. I am shocked by how easy Kingdom Hearts II is compared to the first game. The first was, I hate to say, far better then this new release. I have enjoyed some of the unique levels, like Old School Disney characters land and Tron, but the levels are so easily beaten. You revisit many lands in the second game and the levels are both smaller and have easier bosses. I guess it makes sense since it is a kid’s game but man I was looking forward to sinking my teeth into a challenge. I like extensive worlds with many challenges and many ways to get lost. So far I am disappointed.

Concepts

I am long over due for displaying the pictures on which my work in progress, the Rabbit Chronicles, is based upon

I had a dream last night that my cell phone was cracked and the battery was dying so I could not call Paul. I was at my parents house doing yard work and I had put of calling him like I was supposed to. It was about 9:30 at my house and I wanted to get a hold of him before it was too late for him to come over for the night. It sounds silly but it was a very very stressful dream. Here is what I found when I looked it up on Dreammods.

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Can't Make Phone Call

Happy New Year! My name is Indira and I am 30yrs old.

About a week or two ago, almost every night, I would have theses recurring theme dreams: the theme was the telephone (my cell phone, a public pay phone, etc.)

In my first dream I was walking in my neighborhood, away from the grocery store and I was trying to call my boyfriend from my cellular. Even though I have his number in memory, every time I would dial, the call would redirect to someone else. After about 5 or 6 tries, I gave up. As I am walking, I see a pile of feces (sorry). It was still steaming and almost at the same time my phone rang and it was him asking me if I was trying to contact him.

My second dream, I was in a hair salon with my hair wrapped in something and asking the woman at the register if she sold a specific hair treatment to which see said, yes. I then went to sit down and saw a pay phone. I tried to use the phone and a man said not to use it cause it was broken. I then noticed I had a handful of pennies and a quarter to make this call. I tried to use the phone which was an older type public phone with a rotary in the center. I took my quarter. I began to freak out because I couldn't make my call. After a while I walked outside and there he was in a tow truck picking me up. Weird since I hadn't told him where I was.

Can you please help me interpret these?

Thank you.
Indira
January 18, 2001




Hi Indira,

In dreams, the telephone reflects the connection you have with a situation or relationship. Your difficulties in getting a hold of your boyfriend is telling of some communication problems that you may be having with him in your waking relationship. Sometimes you feel that your boyfriend is unreachable or that he is not always there for you. I wonder if these recurring dreams stem from low self-esteem. The feces you come upon in your path suggests feelings of unworthiness and aspects of yourself that you believe are undesirable. At that same instance, your boyfriend calls you as if to offer his reassurance. When your boyfriend pulls up in the tow truck in your second dream, it indicates your dependency on him.

Although, you may have difficulties in communicating verbally, you two seem to connect on a deeper level. The telephone is also symbolic of a telepathic message or spiritual communication. In both your dream accounts, your boyfriend seemed to have known that you were trying to contact him. Deep inside you know your boyfriend will be there for you in your time of need, but sometimes you need that physical reassurance.

Best Regards,
Steve

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Charlie Blue '06
Focus on Life

The Rabbit Chronicles

Intro: needs some work


Fenek was the older brother. He was considered something of a trouble for the whole population of Bexonworth excluding the younger Moddicks who enjoyed his pranks and daring, if not stupid feats. Most Moddicks were more modest, keeping their fur trim and dappling it with a light blue gel to keep the longer strands slicked back out of their eyes. Fenek was more of a wild rabbit. He allowed his fur to grow unruly and long. Only one of his yellow eyes could be seen at a time, peaking out beneath his orange strands and his tail was often more of a ball of knots then a patch of fluff. His personal appearance wasn’t so much from laziness as it was from his drive. Always on the go, Fenek had a way of making anyone around him feel like they were not living fully, that they were not experiencing enough. A legend in his own mind, he wanted nothing more then to become a legend to everyone else.
His brother Kralik, although this name deceived his nature in its rougher sounding contrast to his gentle demeanor, was the younger of the two. He was gentle and specially, a clean rabbit. Although it was a half days hike, he would hike into the hills and bathe in a waterfall, rather then using the town’s community reservoir and bath system. That the water there was colder and it was unavoidable that he would come back with muddy fur on his feet (that he would have to clean off in the reservoir anyways) didn’t seem to bother him. Though the wiser of the two brothers, Kralik could be considered a bit paranoid.
From several miles, buildings in Bexonworth could be seen as a sort of stretched-out assortment of rubix cubes. The windows of the buildings featured prominently with bright tints. The windows cast rainbows in all directions around the city. It was both an unnatural and beautiful contrast to the deep tan clay of the low valley. The brothers lived in one such multihued complex. Windows of the complex were ten feet tall and rectangular. There window was on the seventh floor and was bright red. They lived there peacefully as there differing personalities could allow until trouble caught up with them.
Their troubles began the third night of the week. With a commotion that agitated all of Bexonworth, Kralik and Fenek were abruptly yanked out of their feathery beds. They heard shouting outside. Groggy and not fully aware of what was going on, they stumbled down to the front of their complex. Although he was mostly still asleep, Kralik could see that most of the town was also awake and standing outside. He was instantly worried and asked one of the rabbits who lived in his building what was going on. Apparently, a large clang of a bell that had never been rung had awoken most of the town. The bell was in the far distance and would not have been even heard but the implications of it ringing awoke even the deepest of sleepers. The whole town was in an uproar. Several Moddicks started marching toward the tower where the bell hung. They were detained even amidst protests and silenced by promises that all was well from the police. It was apparent to a keen observer that the people of Bexonworth were being reassured out of the desire to appease them then from the actual danger being contained. Due to circumstances what had arisen would prove a challenge to the diminutive police force. Nonetheless that assured everyone that all would be taken care of and to go back to bed. The next morning the people found that all was not in fact well.
Not even letting him finish his bread, Fenek had excitedly begged Kralik to accompany him in search of what had caused the commotion. They now stood motionless near the outer walls of Venice Foster’s tower, or what remained of it. Three hundred feet in the air and just out of the direct alignment with the rising sun, the tower was now a gaping mountain, its jagged edges swallowing the sky. Kralik looked at Fenek, who in a rare moment said nothing. They felt like mother birds who has just found out a tiger had ate their young.
Venice Foster had always treated the brothers very kindly. The old sentry had lived and worked all hours of his life atop the tower. Although Bexonworth was a peace loving town, it made the residents all the more comfortable to have Venice Foster look over them. They knew if he ever saw trouble, Venice Foster would alert them by ringing the three hundred pound steel bell. And the warning bell had never before rung and Bexonworth had been free from strife until last night. When the entire top of the tower had been ripped off, taking Venice Foster with it, the force that had ripped the roof off had also rocked the large bell, waking the whole town.
While the other Moddicks were taking their morning tea and gossiping about the whole event, Kralik and Fenek were already planning to find their friend. Kralik had at first been satisfied that the authorities had already sent out a search party of sorts. Of course that wasn’t good enough for Fenek who wanted to both solve the mystery and rescue Venice Foster. It had only taken him a half an hour to convince Kralik that it would be in his best interest to travel with him (as Kralik would be much more discomforted, worried at home about his brother then he would be traveling out of the city into the unknown).
Fenek had easily won that argument and he was about to win the second. They were now arguing as to how many days they should pack for. “I still say that we load up the mule with several days’ worth of supplies. I mean look at the damage that, that thing did! It has to be big. Who knows how long we will be gone for,” Kralik said, his ears twitching.
“I already told you that we can just gather food on the way. I don’t want that donkey to slow us down,” Fenek wasn’t in the least bothered by his brothers growing frustration.
Kralik pleaded, “There is no food on the plains. What are you going to do, eat clay? Brother, be reasonable.” It was more then Kralik’s hypochondria speaking. They had never really gone on an excursion out on the plains before and it would be foolish to not go prepared.
“Nonsense. We will find food and if we run out, we will simply come home. What more do we need. Now let’s go!”
“But Fenek.” He trailed off and the words ‘the supplies’ died on his lips as he realized that his brother was already heading toward the tower base.
“Look here Kralik! These marks, they look like tracks.” Kralik looked at round, oblong dents in the clay. The dents were much thinner in the middle and wider at the base, much like a footprint. But, they were larger then both rabbits put together.
“You are right Fenek.” Whoever or whatever took Venice Foster must have made those. Fenek, we should….” Again Kralik turned to see his brother already running toward the tracks. He let out a deep sigh and raised his arms for what would be a long run. It was a miracle that he was able to grab some bailing wire and flint rocks on the way out of the city.


The moon gave off a yellow hue that turned greenish gray near the plastic sheen on the wet clay. It had been raining throughout the night and the rabbits were soaked through and through. Fenek looked behind him and squinted through the lines of rain. He could no longer see Bexonworth on the flat horizon. They were officially the farthest that they had ever been from home. Since they had hiked all night, the slopeless hike through the plains had actually been taxing. Fenek had been upbeat the whole time, speculating with a grin about the adventure in which they were surely to partake in and talking nonstop in his excitement. Although he was for the most part able to drown him out by simply turning his head away, Kralik was still bothered by his brother to some degree. In no way, did he share his brother’s optimism. He split a thick plant with a stone and started to drink the bitter tasting milk and chewed anxiously on the pulp.
The rain beat down on them; their ears drooped as pools of water formed at their sides. Having nothing to cover them, they were only able to doze off momentarily, before shaking the rain off their fur and continuing along after the tracks. The tracks had filled and were now short streams, lying back to back across miles of clay.
Eventually they came upon a gradual mountain slope and several smaller hill sets. Completely out of place, in the far horizon a figure loomed. It looked like a giant tree twisting aggressively in the wind. As they drew near they found the figure to be much taller and thicker then a tree and it was walking rather then twisting. It was a monster! The monster looked like a colossal Moddick, but was missing ears, tail, and thick back legs. The exact color of the ground, the giant was made entirely of clay. Its back and sides were spotted with dents and patches of plants and rocks where it had made contact with the ground. Probably stuck to the clay, as the creature slept or sat. What was powering this creature? The brothers had never seen anything like this but here it was before them, and apparently it had spotted them.
The clay giant heaved toward them, making the ground quiver. It dawned on Fenek, “This is the creature that stole Venice Foster’s tower.” Half cocked, attached to the top of the creatures head was Venice Foster’s tower.
“Venice Foster! Venice Foster!” Both rabbits called out. They heard no answer. Was he even in there? The way the creature moved, could have easily threw out the old sentry at any point. “What should we do” Fenek questioned Kralik. What should they do? They had no means of stopping this thing. Suddenly the creature was upon them and getting ready to squash them.
Rapidly the sky was littered with spears as the police force of Bexonworth attempted to bring down the giant clay man. The giant turned slowly and slapped away ten, then twenty Moddick’s with little effort.
“This is going to be great” Fenek shouted, his green eyes wild with excitement.
“Yeah…great.” Kralik grunted. He could not believe his brother.
The brothers bound up and down the hills, each jump nearly missing the giant’s thundering steps. Fenek laughed wildly and used the clay giant as a springboard of sorts, pivoting off of it to allow him to spring off of the giant’s legs with more force then he would have had on his own.
Fenek leaped especially high into the mountain slope. He saw instantly that he and Kralik would have to move quickly. “Brother heads up.”
A flash flood, from the heavy rainfall was heading toward them. Quickly they bound higher up the mountain. They knew all to well what this danger common to the plains, could do. If a Moddick were to attempt to cross water like this above their knees, they would have been swept away. The force was enough to make a Moddick in real danger if swept to the wrong place. The clay creature chased after the rabbits, attempting to forge the water. With its mass and texture, the flash flood merely slowed up the creature. The clay feet became more mush then mass and it bellowed as it suck in on it self and became immobile. Kralik remembered the bailing wire he had in his pocket. He wondered if it would be possible since it was a clay giant, to destroy it by slicing it. “Brother help me and be quick.” It was a massive amount of work but they managed to cut the creature into quivering chunks until the tower fell off to the side.
“C’mon Fenek.” Now it was Kralik that was charging ahead. When it had crashed, the tower had caved in on itself and it was difficult to get to their friend. The police force came to their aid and they were able to pull him out.
He was not moving. Kralik moved his nose and whiskers close to his friend’s mouth. He felt a breath and sighed. Venice Foster was sleeping peacefully and was completely unharmed.
This creature had came from the very ground on which they now stood. They were horror-struck to realize that there would be many more clay giants to deal with. They grasped their spears and headed back toward Bexonworth. They would have to have supplies this time.