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Dream Weaver: Death by Sticky Buns
StandardRemind me. You will have to as Gram’s “forgetfuls” are rubbing off so greatly at this point…remind me never to eat pizza and drink a glass of wine before bed. This is the end result…sigh.
Experts They always say, “Dreams are a reflection of our inner most subconscious” well in this case I definitely would have to agree. So get this! I was at a hotel with this very good looking man. He was smug, had a great smile, dressed to the Hilt, and most of all he was there all for me. I was excited.
I don’t remember checking in, but I had a key. Well he followed me in we laid our luggage down and you already know where this is going….we went out to the patio and laid in the grass. Things started getting really steamy and I hear this knock on the door…so I get up and get it. It seemed urgent. Well here I was standing pant-less at the door in this big button down shirt that barely covered my rump! It was my best friend and roommate from college at the door! “Come here now I have to show you something…” At that moment I looked to the patio. I looked at her and I knew exactly what I had to go. “Excuse me cute man with the big Popsicle, but I must go see this…even though I would rather just lay….”
Next thing I know I am following Blizzy running swiftly down the hall of this ever so fancy hotel, still pant-less mind you, and it was up the stairs we go. She takes me into a secretive hotel room where the TV was set up like a “Secret Agent” headquarters. She was still shaking her head at me being pant-less. We slide in and sit on the edge of the bed in front of the TV. This cheesy video “update” comes on and she makes me watch the whole thing. THE WHOLE THING….that’s another story…imagine this:
70’s music, flashing text with big retro lettering “WARNING” across the screen…this male voice over comes on as the video footage shows this “cute man with the big Popsicle” wooing other women. Wooing them. WOO-ING- THEM. WOO-ING….(how rude…I thought he was a faithful loyal man bc aren’t they all?) and giving them these Sticky Buns. {REALITY CHECK: I never call them ‘Sticky Buns’ I have always called them Cinnamon Rolls…proceed!} Big Popsicle vs. Sticky Bun?! I would have gone Sticky Bun any day! Well as we continue watching I see him hand this girl a Sticky Bun and her proceed to eat it. Then news footage of her being poisoned. “Cute man” totally then went MIA. Hmmm….Blizzy proceeds to tell me that he is a con man who kills his victims with Sticky Buns (say what?!) and that I needed to gather all my things and leave immediately! We began heading back to my room….
Down the stairs and through the hallway, then there “cute man” was sitting all smug like on the couch outside my room with a big grin on his face. “I’ve been waiting for you” (then he saw Blizzy and we knew it was too late). “Oh honey buns (doh! I totally hope he doesn’t think I knew about the Sticky Bun incidents!) I need to go get freshened up before our date tonight!” Cute man/con man says, “That’s fine but you will need a key…” Blizzy pulls a generic one out and we get in the door to see all of my everything ransacked! He stole my credit cards, my ID, my money…etc….but I still had my life. When I looked up, he was gone.
I couldn’t understand it. I had been deceived, lied to, and I didn’t even know his name! How naive could one be, yet he spared me my life. I woke up laughing, but very confused. I remember he had a huge you know…Popsicle…why remember those details? Why so vivid…? Upon processing it, I have come to the conclusion that this is an inner reflection of a spiritual battle that I have been facing OR someone put some “additives” in my pizza! I allow the evil one to take advantage of my vulnerabilities, the openings, my cracks and am I so naive to think that I am invincible against these attacks? Yet every time, I am still alive and actually feeling stronger even though I am weak. I recognize and acknowledge these cracks and work hard to patch them and build positively upon them; however when these cracks are allowed to become as a dilapidated as the foundation of a house, the house starts to fall apart little by little. These cracks will always be there but we must always work to patch them as permanent as we are allowed and able to and keep our house intact. That is at least what I have decided, for whatever that is worth.
An Eventful EXTENDED Weekend…
StandardThis weekend has been far from ordinary. It is strange when life takes it course the laughter just seems to seep out of everything.
Making it on the list of things that occurred:
1. Grandma’s house caught on fire
2. Herb is in the hospital
3. No fun in the sun really at all this weekend except for what I got in the car
4. No house cleaning attempted; no house keeping claimed
5. Slept in at the cost of missing breakfast….it was worth it though!
6. Trying to freeze off a small but pesky little plantar wart….grrr…
7. Got a great chance to catch up with Sassy Sis and had some good humor with her children
Friday:
Get a call early in the morning, Herb was having a hard time breathing so they took him into the hospital. Went to see him at lunch-time and we shared his meal because he just wasn’t all that hungry. He seemed lucid and with it. Good sign. I left work early to help judge a cheer try-out for a friend. I was planning on going over to Sassy Sister’s house right after. At approximately 6pm I went over there. She fed me wine and pizza and then we talked for a good 4 hours. Her 2 very smart beautiful little boys made me laugh so hard. They have so much energy! The best comment, just as I was walking out the door was “Here Ms. Cat! Don’t forget your baby wipes for your baby!” I looked at Sassy Sis and was completely puzzled! They made us both laugh to tears. Sassy goes, does he know something that we don’t know? HAHAHA. Nomad didn’t laugh as hard as we did about the situation…
Saturday and beyond:
I was up talking to Herb and I thought you all would get a kick out of this one. A few nights ago, he tried escaping. Uh huh….like the determined man he is, tried to get up on his own. He pulled his catheter and IV out. OUCH! When I got there, he just rolled his eyes. The one nurse said as he was trying to pull his cords out again, “you don’t want to pull your penis off now do you? Because that’s what will happen!” He just rolled his eyes and we just laughed. Hearing aid battery went dead. He seemed to be getting confused. Less crisp as the days progress. He still needs some paperwork to be signed and such but that I don’t think is going to happen.
Needless to say every family is dysfunctional, but Herb really doesn’t get along at all with his true blood family. This is not new news. It is such a shame. He has suspicions that their intentions are not from the heart….well I cannot speak on their behalf but, I can say that I agree with Herb 100%. This has been a hard process for me. It is very humbling seeing him go thru this…it also really sucks. I have done a lot of praying and discerning. I had to lift him up, witness him flashing me accidentally, him trying to escape and me actually holding him back and helping feed him. It has been a really hard process. To see a man who was completely independent and going thru this “damit, I need you to do this for me…” frustrated stage is a true bitch.
In my heart, I know he is tired of it all. I am hoping this is just a phase and he will bounce back once his medicine gets regulated. I truly never thought at 25 I would ever be walking with a friend thru this stage of his life. I know that he appreciates it…but he too feels as helpless as I do. Yesterday, was a rough day and that was hard. Today was especially hard because he was getting more confused. The nurse told me it was from carrying fluids on board…but you know when the joking gets less and he just is sitting there is simply enough. He keeps asking about his cart…”where’s my cart?” I would retort “Herb, It’s safe at the apartment for you.” Herb would then reply with a hesitance, “Ok…alright I guess.”
OH OH OH!!! I didn’t tell you!!! Thursday, Herb’s NEW motorized cart was almost accidentally stolen by another lady eating at the Cafe’. It looked similar enough to his, yet settings were different enough that yeah. He yells from across the room “hey HEY HEEEY” (progressively getting louder)…I simply walked up to her and told her I thought she had the wrong cart….she agree’d and that was that. It was flipping hilarious!!!
Well so that is that. Nomad is to be calling soon so I must jet! Love you all and remember (as Herb always says!) Life’s a bitch, then you die! (fingers crossed on the second part that isn’t the case this time!) Please keep him in your prayers!
Love your family. Be merciful and compassionate to them. We know not the struggles they face and we know not how much time they have left. Make sure to kiss and sincerely make up at the end of everyday. Do not let a moment waste! Tell them what they mean to you daily…they may get sick of it but, at least they will know!
Leavin’ on a jet plane…..don’t know when I’ll get back again….no but seriously!
StandardA tad bit of irony this time with my Book of Face status. We all remember the song by John Denver “Leavin’ on Jet Plane”….WELL (as Jack Benny would say…) I placed this status up: “I’m leaving on a jet plane…don’t know when I’ll be back again…” as I was heading out to Aspen…and now I am stranded IN Aspen! (Get it? In COLORADO…John DENVER! STRANDED) OH no?!?! NEWS FLASH! Justin Bieber’s voice is changing! Dang puberty! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4. YES, I got BIEBER FEVER! WHOOO!
Today we decided to get some late dinner. We are waiting on pizza now. At happy hour this evening we overheard a story as told by our table neighbors. You see coming back from where our campus is set up going into town is a round-a-bout. They were talking about these kids who were chanting “round-a-bout…whhhaaaaaattt!” Long story short…they went around the round-a-bout like 5 times chanting and screaming! Amazing…simply amazing.
Day one stranded in Aspen. Success. 🙂
Yes this is a real thing for most Americans right now....making it very hard to get home....
NOW I was able to get out of Aspen that next morning. HOWEVER, not home quite yet. I am currently Day 2 stranded in Denver. When I arrived in Denver I got an email alert saying my itinerary had changed. This usually means a cancellation. And that assumption was correct. I got a hotel, wandered aimlessly around the airport to get my stuff situated. I ran into a customer of ours (mind you in DENVER and she lives 4 hours away and in the same state that I reside in and I never see her!), got to play with a little tike, talk to a woman about rest and relaxation therapy, and finally got to my hotel.
At the hotel, I got everything set up and went down to eat. It was pretty funny. I met a gentleman who was originally from Michigan. It was a great lunch. There are other like-minded people out there and its refreshing when you find them. I also met a gentleman named Eddy Money, a group of people from a company that uses a lot of labels, and a guy from my hometown! It was an awesome time. So this morning I moved into a different room and I am trying to get my flight stuff addressed.
Out of anyone to be traveling alone, I think I may be the best at it. I make friends everywhere. Not a problem. I actually had fun talking to people. It makes the world so much smaller. I can’t be upset at anyone because we cannot control the weather. I am not going to get irritated with anyone and I am just going to figure it out. You also figure out a lot about yourself when you are forced to explore. Life is good.
I can ALWAYS make friends! 🙂
So here I sit telling you about my mini vacation. It has been refreshingly wonderful. I love it. I have been so blessed. I must tell you that I am ready to be home. God apparently needed me here though. So for now, I sign off and continue this adventure!
Happy Snow Day!
The CatMan
As told by CatMan, The Rose Bandit 
