Fevered dreams...

I've been sick for about 3 days now. I felt it start on Sunday morning after I helped a friend move some sofas in to his apt. I thought I was just out of breath and sore from that its been awhile since I've moved some on in. I went to work on Monday and left early I just did not feel right. I was in bed by 8pm or so. Fever,ears ringing, cough, tight chest and the ever present tummy troubles. I tossed and turned in bed for most of the night. Hot sweaty uncomfortable sleep. That night I had dreams of a former lover of mine. I do miss her alot , that's true, but the dreams haunted me through the entire night. It was not like you see a person in a dream and that is it. She was hopping from dream to dream. I could not tell you what the dreams were about. Not because I don't want to but because I don't really know.Nothing crazy or even sexy just images and flashes. At about 2am the dog woke up barking at me. I think she was freaking out because the squeeky sound my lungs were making at night. I slept on and off through most of today and I feel better now I just can't breath well. In the afternoon I slept and had dreams. These again made no sense what so ever. It was like reading a book while you are flipping its pages. You will only catch a glimpse of whats inside. I remember climbing a tree and putting my hands through a nest. I could feel the twigs between my fingers.
- Its midnight and I just woke up from going to bed at 730pm. I'm going to put the new Superman in the DVD player and chill till I get sleepy again. The weather is quickly changing so please dress for it. Get your cars tuned up and filled with the right fluids. and lastly chug your OJ. Night all.

sounds and sights....

Its funny sometimes when you hear smell or see something in your life that takes you back years in your own life. In the past few days I have noticed a few things about my self .... When I sneeze I sound like my own father. I know I have his nose and eyes and some times when I look in the mirror I can almost see him in my own face. Its not a bad thing. I know I have my moms legs and yes bad knees and joint pains. (thanks mom! !) - I wonder what things my boys will see in their own faces to remind them about me when they are older.
-- Smells -- My dad used to use a pomade in his hair when he was my age now. It was green and came in a jar. I do know not its name but when i was at my moms house for thanksgiving I went looking for an old jar ot it to keep for my self. Its stupid but the smell of it makes me a kid again. - Some kids grow up with the smell of Old Spice to remind them about dad I had green stuff in a jar.
-- Im tired boys and girls and need some sleep time before I start the wonderful world of auto sales again. Wish me luck.

gobble gobble

wow -- to day was fucking rough for me. I had some fellas from work over to play cards until 6am. I slpet until 8 am and then started the day. I went to my Mom and dads hung over and with 2 hours of sleep. I drank a shit load of red bull and rum. - Thanksgiving was nice for the whole 17 minutes it took to eat. Then I found the couch at mom moms and passed out for an hour or 2. Came home by 4pm and then napped. So for the most part it was a day spent recovering and eating. Not a bad day just a rough day. Next year Cards ends at 3am...... Tomorrow is BLACK FRIDAY it officially kick off the season that I can not stand. Don't get me wrong I love Christmas for the kids and the birth of Christ. Its the whole mass consumerism I can not stand. Sales that start at midnight to get your cheeep plasmas at wall mart or other place.. Run spend consume. I will not go out for the next month or so because of the crowds and idiots in general. -Sorry about the rant but I hope you all ate well and spent the day with family or friends. Gobble.

20

Where the fuck have I been? Its only been a week but sometimes that seems like forever or its feels like a single day.... Besides the typical 50 hour work week that usually lasts until 9:30-10 pm. I have been busy preparing for winter. Sounds crazy but I have been sealing windows and cleaning gutters as well as the last steam cleaning of the carpet in the house. The boyz are old enough to play in the basement. I have sealed all the paint and house hold chemicals, tools secured and smoke detectors are in place. -- My folks have bought us a new sofa set so that is the main reason for all of the last minute painting/cleaning. Its my Christmas/birthday gift all in one. So I guess no power tools this year...The kids love it.
--- A few nights ago I recieved an email that was an invite to go out for a few beers with some freinds from HighSchool. The problem is I don't really feel like going. We were great friends 20 years ago but I feel like they didn't make the effort to keep in touch. And now they want to rekindle lost time? Maybe its me being bitter? Maybe ifs all the would of could of and should of's that I think about. 20 years didn't seem that long ago. I think I will go and have a beer or two. I owe them that much. To any one who still reads this tired old blog. Stay warm.

kiwi...

this made me very sad, but sometimes the dream is worth the cost.

A new dawn....

I hope you went out and voted. With a prayer things will start to change for the better. I saw the last few years as dark times politicly speaking. I used to vote straight democrat. As I have grown older I vote person by person. I really try to put the right person in to a job. I also know thats its bad but I also tend to vote to put in woman judges. I just feel that most likely they were hosed. If ya didn't vote please dont bitch.

gay????

i didn't see that comming.........

Dia de los meurtos....

When the Spanish Conquistadores arrived in the land known now as México, they were shocked to discover natives practicing a ritual that seemed to mock death.

The Aztecs and many other pre-Hispanic civilizations collected skulls as trophies and used them during the ritual. These skulls symbolized death and rebirth. Unlike the Spaniards who viewed death as the end of life, the natives considered it as a continuation of life.

To the natives, life was a dream and only in death they would ecome awake.

The ritual had been practiced for over 3000 until the Spaniards decided to impose their Christian beliefs and try to eradicate it. But like the old Aztec spirits, the ritual refused to die the Spanish way and continues to live.

Today the Day of the Dead is celebrated in México and in certain parts of Central America and the United States.

People in rural México pay tribute every year by spending the night in the cemetery where their loved ones are buried. They decorate the graves with Flores de Muerto (marigold flowerers), toys for the children, and bottles of mezcal for the adults.

In Mexico's larger cities, families build altars dedicated to the dead. They surround the altars with food, skulls made of sugar, candles, sugar cane, pictures of the deceased, and candles.

Text borrowed from www.day-of-the-dead.org