Last night I dreamed that Usher (yes the musician) was my very good friend and he was giving me directions to his new house, and my grandmother who is long passed was driving the car to get to his house but she got on some train tracks and I was trying to get her off of them onto a road to the right of us by steering from the back seat, but it didn't work and I never got to his house. Then I was in an airport with my preacher's wife and other people and kids from our church and we were trying to get the kids boarded onto the plane. Everyone got on but me and the ticket lady would not process my ticket so the plane took off without me. I was very upset; crying and kicking the posts along the line of people, and the lady just walked away to go on break. I went to find a phone and somehow ended up in the laundry room of my house. It was storming outside and the roof had holes in it and the rain was coming through but I just stood there looking at the clothes. There was dirt or cat food or something all over the floor of the kitchen, which connects to the laundry room and I started to sweep it up but it wouldn't go away and there's more I think but I don't remember it.

Now I'm sure there's a meaning in that dream somewhere so if anyone reads this and has a clue, feel free to fill me in. I think dreams are important and we need to pay attention to them. A friend I totally trust once told me that God speaks to me through my dreams, and ever since then I try to pay attention more. Granted sometimes they are just nonsense (like Usher would ever speak to me), but sometimes I think there is a lesson in them if we just know how to look for it. I try to remember my dreams and I would like to say I write them all down in my dream journal but that would be a falsehood, and I encourage people to remember theirs. I know that other people's dreams are boring to most people and I know that when I start rattling off my dreams to my friends I can see their eyes glaze over and their attention swings over to something else, but I don't care, vocalizing sometimes helps me figure it out.

Now that I have officially announced my dork status, I'll just stop talking.

my sister and me deep in character

thread the needle

I didn't like the photos I posted before of the show so I got some different ones. These are more...er...better.

So, remember a while back when I talked about the director of the play fainting, and I said I had never fainted before? Look here. Well, I can no longer say that. Last night, ok, early this morning, at like 2 AM, I got up to turn on the air and get a drink of water. I went into the kitchen and was standing at the sink drinking my water, and the next thing I remember is waking up and looking at the underside of a kitchen chair. Somehow I landed between the stove and the table without hitting anything, but I must have hit on my hiney first because my tailbone hurts very badly. This whole day all I've felt like doing was sleep, and I just feel generally lousy but hey I got out of work early. I came home and went to the mexican restaurant with my sister, and then sat in the blazing hot sun for 20 minutes while we gave her husbands uniloader thing a jump because the battery was dead. So today I've worked a total of two hours, eaten mexican food twice (I also had it for supper) and now I'm ready for bed, never never to get up again. At least until tomorrow.

"Quilters" Lizzie and Rose scene

"Quilters" Freedom quilt scene

hee hee

Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system. And while this may not seem big, it can be. It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes. You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

I saw Charlie tonight!

Actually, he was in the Chocolate Factory, and I really went to see Johnny Depp, but the whole movie turned out to be really good. Except for the end, which I thought was kinda like they were trying too hard to be politically correct, but overall it was worth my time and money. I'll more than likely buy it when it comes out on DVD just for the oompa loompa songs. The only thing that bothered me was the way Johnny portrayed Willy Wonka. He played it a little on the psychotic side but maybe I'm just used to Gene Wilder who was excentric but still not so insane that you want to run far far away from him. With Johnny, I kinda got that. But hey, that's my opinion, and I know it doesn't count for anything so neener neener. I don't want to give anything away, so I won't, but it was a lot funnier than I thought it was going to be.

Oh, and here's the blonde moment of the day. My friend Alison came to visit me at work today to bring me some pictures of "Quilters" and her money for the shots the professional guy had taken. (which are not that good, btw). She handed me a 20 and I stuck it in my pocket. About two minutes later, my co-worker walks in with lunch and I put my hand in my pocket to get the dollar bill I thought was in there to go get a drink, and I pull out the twenty and look at it and go "Where did this twenty dollars come from?" I honestly could not remember why that was in my pocket or how it got there. Alison just looked at me and said, "honey, I just handed that to you for the pictures," and so that was the "DER" moment of the day when my true roots showed through.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Rainy Tuesday

Yep, it's been raining off and on for a while now, and all because of the hurricanes further south. It rained so hard today that I had to drive through high water across the road. But, all the rain means that the creek is full and when it calms down a bit I'm gonna get my innertube out and watch out baby! I'm goin' tubin'! woohoooooooo!

Also, tonight the church choir went to the nursing home to sing, well I should say 3 choir members and 3 non-choir members showed up since everyone else is on vacation, but anyway, we sang old hymns and those little old ladies were singing at the top of their lungs. They really like it when we sing the old songs. Mama's aunt was recently put in there, and I asked them to bring her down so she could hear, and she protested the whole time. When we were finished singing, I took her back to her room and she doesn't remember things that good so this was the conversation going down the hall.

her-Do you know where I'm going?
me- No, Alta Mae, I sure don't so we'll just cruise up and down the halls until we find your room.
her (after we find the right hall)- i know this road, I used to go down this way all the time. Have you ever been down this road?
me-no, I haven't.
her-well, that's good, I hope you never have to go down this road.
me(in my mind)-I hope I never have to go down this road either, honey.

Oh my goodness! Talk about holding back the tears. This woman who used to work her fingers to the bone on the mountain where she was born and raised has been reduced to a wheelchair, and a bed in a home where her son put her just to get her land and everything on it. It just makes you wonder how people could care so little for the person that gave you life. I'm glad I love my mommy and I'm glad she loves me.
What else is there to say?

This is Monday.

Ok, remember the thing that I was going to tell you about today? Well here it is. I put a bid on a house that the court has for sale today. It's not very big and there's not much yard, but it's cute and needs some work, and I really really want it, because that means I can finally be independant and fix it up and decorate it the way I want to! mwaaahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!! I won't know anything until August so now I just have to be patient and wait.

Also today I went to Sonic for lunch and got the new cookie dough blast which wasn't taht great but anyway, I got to work with my food, got out of the car, and thought I was gonna be smart and lock the door with the styrofoam cup because my hands were full. How wrong I was! Dummy me poked a hole in the bottom of the cup and so I had to walk through the hospital dripping ice cream down the hall. That was my true blonde moment for the day. Can we all say DER in unison?

Oh, and then I get a text message from my friend Matthew(oh yeah he's the one I was going out with, but we just decided to be friends, since we can't go two seconds without arguing) with disturbing news which I won't share since it's not my story to tell, but yeah, woo!

Then when I got the mail today there was an offer for a free picture phone if I renew my Verizon account for 2 years. I might just do that, but I don't really want to go another 2 years with a plan because I may decide to cancel it altogether and then I would have to pay. GRRRRRR decisions!

other than that my day was pretty good.

A day at Dollywood

So today my sister, my mother and I went to Dollywood with the full intention to ride every ride there. We got there, looked in a few shops, and didn't ride the first ride. It was so humid, and there were so many people there, we just decided to wait until the fall when it's cooler and there's less people. And since we have season passes, it's no big deal. So instead we went to Old Navy and the scrapbook store, where we spent way too much on nothing. I tell ya, You can lose your shirt in that store!

We did eat lunch at the Backstage restaurant, (see below photos), and can I just tell you one little incedent that happened? We were sitting there eating, ya know, and the hostess brought this guy through with his family, and he asked her if they could sit over by the window, which is not an unheard of request. She proceeds to tell him there's not a waitress working that area, so he says (very rudely) well we want to sit there so let me talk to the manager because I don't think that's too much to ask, and I don't think it's too much for a waitress to walk over there. And they did. I've never worked in the food industry, but I know that restaurants have waitresses for certain areas and I just think that it's very rude and wrong to demand that they open up an area just because you want to sit by the window. I'm sure he's used to getting exactly what he wants with no argument or backlash, and that just burns my boogers.
*SIGH*
whew...now I feel better, I'm glad I got that off my chest.
I've got more news but I'm going to wait until Monday to post on that!

my sister at the Backstage Restaurant. I took out some of the color from these two of us, I just think it looks cooler that way. I like the way the waiter walking by is blurred but the two in the background are just standing there.

me at the Backstage restaurant at Dollywood.

I think this is an awesome shot, but what do I know, right? The truck just happened to go by at the right time. You can see the towers in the background right by the sun.

The towers along the interstate in Kingston, I wanted to get them both in view, with the smaller ones seperated, but I was thinking slower than my mother was driving.

Leia Speia Cha Cha Cha

hey

geez, I just can't think of a thing to say and right now all I can think about is my *new* guy. Yes folks, this chick has found someone special. Woo hoo. I am very happy and that scares me a little. I feel guilty because all my life I've been told that I should let God be my everything, and when I do, He will give me what I ask. And that I should be excited that I have Jesus in my life, as excited as when you find a person you could fall in love with, and I never do. I try so hard to be everything God wants but I fail him miserably every time. I feel guilty because I'm excited about my guy, and want to spend every waking minute with him, but I can't even pick up my Bible and read for 20 every day for God. It breaks my heart to see how shallow I am, and I don't want to be like that, I want to do what I was called by God to do, so that people can look at me and say yep, she belongs to God, no question about it.

Wow, this is not the direction I was going in, but hey, it was good to let that out. so I guess that's all for now.

we are dorks

nice hair

Anessa thinks she's gonna drive the boat

Matt's ready for the lake

the group assemble for the cast party on the lake!