BitterSweet

I have mixed emotions about this, because although I don't really feel up to a meme (my sincere gratitude goes out to Torrance), I have haven't posted in almost a week, and NoR has the tendency to open the famous can-o-Whoop Ass when that much time has lapsed. So, with that being said...

Here are the rules:1. link the person who tagged you.2. mention the rules in your blog…3. tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours4. tag 6 following bloggers by linking them. leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

1. I played the violin for 5 years and quit because the "B" I was earning was screwing with my 4.0 GPA.

2. I was born with an umbilical hernia and 6 fingers on each hand; my oldest son with 6 fingers on each hand and 2 additional "nipular objects (It just doesn't seem right saying a boy has nipples---what is the medical term anyone of you nerds out there???)," and my younger son with 6 fingers on each hand...and that damned umbilical hernia!

3. I wear a size 11 shoe.

4. I visited the zoo for the first time at the age of 18.

5. I have owned a total of 7 cars in my 13 1/2 years of driving.

6. When I was around 8 years old, I coerced my cousins into smoking cigarettes and making a pretend "joint" by rolling the ashes and tobacco up in paper. We ignited the carpet in my Grandmother's friend's condo, doused the fire with Kool-Aid (red), and dragged her deaf, sleeping son over and placed the lighter in his hand.

NoR, Heather, Susan, Gyuss, MrT, and Qinges...you're it!

Dream Lover

Okay Blogland...It is near the end of the fiscal year for us at work, so I have been busy busy BUSY, I apologize NoR, but after you read this post, it may serve as my chance at redemption :)

I have times before alluded to my clairvoyance, but never really go in depth. I am confused at times about what it all means and am often amazed at how my dreams tend to "come true." A few of my friends contend that I have "the gift," but I am still trying to sort it all out.

Well (and Gyuss, this may disappoint you) lately, I have been a bit upset with the IT Guy---for personal reasons, so I haven't been speaking to him for about a week now. You all know that I also made a vow of celibacy (which I recently...slightly...relapsed)...but I digress. I had a dream last night...

Pardon my candor Nance, but this was the most, passionate, erotic, intense, heated, wild, FERVENT exchange of emotion I have felt in YEARS! I tossed and turned...I moaned and shuddered. Finally the intensity built up to a point where to describe it as a volcano eruption would truly be an understatement...I woke up.

As I lay in my bed with a grin on one side...biting my lip on the other side---my body was weak, and I was in a total state of euphoria as I stumbled into the bathroom for my shower. My legs trembled and the feel of the tiny pricklies through my body coupled with the adrenaline rush totally consumed me...the IT Guy had rocked. My. World.

I had a presentation today...of course I was in high spirits and any negative vibe was totally deflected...I was on Cloud 9. As I exited the elevator, lo and behold, I nearly overhear the IT Guy telling a co-worker that he........................had a dream about me.

As I walked to my car...arm hairs standing erect and goosebumps scattered about, I wondered.

Upon my return to work, I was curious...damn, I had to break the silent treatment (which he probably didn't give a shit about) of the week...I IM'd him. His reply was, "I'm about to call you."

As he shared the details (which I begged not to hear descriptively) a certain Twilight Zone type of fear had taken over my body by storm...it was almost totally synonymous to MY dream...even the shower we took together. How could we possibly have pretty much the SAME dream, on the SAME night?

Now I ask you Blogland...what in the HELL is this all about?!?!?!