Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Disney Princesses

I don't love the Disney princesses. I did as a child, of course, but that faded soon after elementary school, possibly replaced by the Spice Girls.

The classic princesses had stories I liked to watch but struggled to identify with.

Pocahontas resonated because:

Sunday, October 1, 2017

About This Dream I Had

On the 18th, I woke up from a dream in which I had two younger brothers, one of whom was Eric, a tall, confident blond who wouldn't listen to my advice, probably ever. Eric's face was so vivid.
Unfortunately, nothing else stuck, but here's what I found online:

Friday, August 18, 2017

'When Life Happened' by Jewel E. Ann, a Book Review

This novel is interesting. Part of my brain is such a brat, ready to write off Jewel E. Ann's novel as entirely predictable and not engaging, just walking me through a dirty, forbidden romance between a scorned woman and someone else's husband, but Parker, the scorned woman, is youthful, fun, deep, and most importantly, changed by the experiences in this book. She opens her mind when someone she'd judged tells her their story. It's a little refreshing. Parker and I don't have similar lives or hobbies or attitudes, but we're both open to growing and building enjoyable lives for ourselves.


Wanna know more? Cllllllllllllick.



Wednesday, August 16, 2017

About This Dream I Had

I could only remember a dream I had during an hour-long nap late in the morning. It involved my meeting up with some nameless, faceless friends in a building with a homey feel where the owner's pets wandered freely and guests could pet them all they wanted. One was a friendly designer mutt - a 'doodle of some kind, be it Labra- or golden- and I kept petting it, but there was also a bird. 

What I found online in regards to the bird was the following:

Sunday, August 6, 2017

About This Dream I Had

All I remember is the phone and my reaction to it.
On Tuesday, August 1st, I was suddenly in a bare room with a group of girls and a red landline phone that I decided was like a hotline for other people to call me and me alone for help. A man named Herman was hoping to speak to me, and I wasn't "creeped out" like I would be in real life, but instead felt an overall strong desire to avoid the phone, to avoid the callers.

Monday, June 26, 2017

About This Dream I Had

I woke up this morning and tried to recall what I could of the dream I had in the wee hours before waking.

It was an eventful dream because I was in an active game, like a child, play-fighting in a store...possibly a grocery store. My opponent and I chased each other around in the aisles, and I last remember running into the back room and climbing atop shelving full of merchandise, sitting there, my opponent not far behind, ready to throw fake punches back and forth. It was nuts.

Part of why it was nuts...

was my sparring partner: