Now that I think of it....

I just realized today that I have been described (within the context of an illogical metaphor) as a snake in the grass. I would like to say once again that snakes do not regurgitate venom.

Interesting that my nightmares as well as my forked tongued friend, employ snakes as their weapons of choice.

INTERESTING. As I'm writing this, I am also searching the meaning of snakes in dreams. Look what I found:

What do dreams about snakes mean?

"Snakes represent the dreamer's creative urge toward wisdom," says Condron. She explains that the snake is a neutral symbol and that it's up to the dreamer to assign the slant. "This slant is often defined by cultural view," she says. "For instance, in the West, snakes are generally feared while in the East they are revered. This can influence the dreamer's interpretation of the dream."


Are there any tricks to avoiding or inducing dreams about snakes?

Condron says that individuals who have a more developed sense of consciousness -- like healers, yogis, meditators or creators -- are more likely to report snake imagery in their dreams. If you want to induce a snake image in your dream, practice creativity or develop your sense of conciousness.*

While presently I do not consider myself a yogi, I know that "yogi" has defined me in the past. It is a label which I treasure.

I still do not understand though why my dreams are so scary. Two of the most recent snake dreams have been concentrated efforts to subdue the fear, but ultimately fail.

Just some interesting thoughts for today.

*For the full article:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/07/13/dreams-about-snakes_n_892254.html

Snake named Mike

Just a quick post to record that last night I had a nightmare about a snake. Since snakes seem to be a popular feature of my nightmares, I thought I'd use this blog to keep track. This dream wasn't too scary. The snake's name was Mike. He was supposed to be my friend but I was terrified of him. I slowly became accustomed to him.

There was more to the dream, but I cannot remember.

Just a note to self in case the nightmares resurface.

Now what?

I made a life change. I consciously, deliberately, thoughtfully, etc made a life change. It's very scarry. I am taking a huge leap of _________. Faith just doesn't seem to be the right word.

I finally quit my job. After four years of what could be classified as verbal and sexual harassment, not to mention the racial slurs, belittlement, unstable personality, and all around unethical behavior, I put in my resignation.

My boss was shocked; I don't know why he would be. Normal people don't treat other people they want to keep around in a manner that degrades them.

No matter. The emotions that I am feeling are varied. I am worried. Worried that I may have put my family in a poor financial situation. Worried that I made the wrong decision. I am sad. Sad that there are people in the world like him. I am regretful. I regret that I didn't stick up for what I believe is right more often. I regret that I would nod when he would spout off his stupid rants because that was the fastest way to shut him up.

I am supposed to feel relief. Maybe that will happen soon.

Overall, I feel temporarily lost. Whereas before I thought I was sinking on the Titanic, no hope but to go down into they abyss, now I feel like I'm floating on a life raft. Quite fortuitous, but just waiting for something to happen..........don't quite know what to do, never been in this situation before. Just waiting. Going with the flow.

My GuyBFF

My GuyBFF and I have ridiculous amounts of fun together.

One of my favorite memories is driving home after a night out....think it was a concert at the Doublewide......Jeep, top (Jeep top) and doors off, great weather, singing at the top of our lungs to Taylor Swift's "You Belong to Me." Both of us.

It's one of those songs you don't like, but Clear Channel shoves down your throat every thirty minutes so you know all the words.

I guess that infers that I listen to Clear Channel stations too often.

Boo.

Balloons

I wanted to say I get the humor in having both Hooters and Twin Peaks as vendors at the Balloon festival.

Went to the Balloon festival this morning. I wouldn't normally go, but my doppelganger was going to be there with her family. I hadn't had a chance to meet her mother and father so I said to myself, "What the heck. I'll get up at 6:45 in the morning and go to a hot air balloon festival." I'm not one for mornings, but I did it. I woke up and with a cheery disposition I braved the crowd. The balloons weren't able to launch due to the weather, but as a consolation prize, we got to enter the launch field and see the balloons up close. Pretty nifty.

Anyways, I got to visit with my wonder twin and her family. Such nice people! I'm sure that we must be related in some way. They are too cool not to be related.

A wonderful way to start my day. Now I'm off to study.

Terrorizing Terriers

Reflecting upon THE most comical morning of the year.

It starts off with the fact that I have to get up early which is never pleasant for anyone involved. So I manage to get up and dressed without making too much noise or turning on every light in the house. Good start. I grab my laptop and remember to grab the portfolios I graded because tonight is the only night I'll have to get them to my office. I even remember to grab my parking sticker AND turn off the kitchen light. Man I'm off to a good start!

Ok so I hit the button to open the garage door and a yapping Yorkshire Terrier greets me. Ugh, I don't have time for this. Immediately I look for a collar. No collar. GRRR. What am I going to do? This dog is in between me and my car, barking. So I, with laptop, folder full of papers, purse, and parking sticker on my finger, walk directly to my car and proceed to drop everything. Papers everywhere, parking sticker somewhere, laptop was caught between my thigh and the car door. So the dog is frightened and runs home right? Not quite. Dog runs INTO my garage!

Dog, get out of my garage. No. Dog continues to bark at me from inside MY house. That's nice. So what do I do? I need to get to work, I can't lock him in my garage. I'm already feeling guilty that I'm not in dog rescue mode. Here's what I do...I go into the garage and the dog is still barking at me. I get a long handled implement to usher the yapper out of the garage. What is the response? Cowering and puppy dog eyes. Ok fine, you win dog. I still don't know what to do. I just sit there for a few moments staring at this dog.

Then it hits me. Cell Phones are great inventions. Call the fiance at six in the morning. Problem fixed. He helps me get the dog into a crate (which it is a bit too large for). This part was quite comical because the dog wouldn't get into the crate willingly. So the fiance picks up the dog by the scruff of the next and I hold the crate. Fiance lowers the dog into the crate.

I go to work.

Today is a few days removed. Fiance found the owners who were very thankful. Unfortunately, the dog is still living outside. :(

I entitled this post "Football," but do not mention the sport once.....

I know it's been a long time since I've blogged. Quite a few things have happened.

1. I'm engaged
2. I'm getting ready to graduate college with my B.A.

I'm sure there are a myriad of other important things that have happened, but this is all that comes to mind at the moment.

That last post was a doozy wasn't it. I think I was wound a bit tight that day.

Anyways, I decided to post because I sent my gf to this site to read my detective fiction short story and I felt accountable for not posting regularly. I need to start finding some more pics to post. That Alex Praeger pic is great.

Today is more rambling than musing. That's ok.

The one thing I will impart on you my gentle reader (s) is this:

Snakes do not regurgitate venom. Using this as a metaphor is illogical and weakens your argument. Yes it is grammatical and yes we really do understand what you are trying to relate. The point is, if you are trying to insult someone, you shouldn't use metaphors or examples that destroy the credibility of your logic.

Just a thought.