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Smorgasbord: “My poor baby!” x 2; More Angel Numbers; Raw Emotions; Animal Visits; and Pupil Jealousy?

"Multicolor Paint" courtesy of Idea go /

“Multicolor Paint” courtesy of Idea go /

“My Poor Baby!” x 2

  • #1: I hurt one of my babies today.  I was clipping Link’s claw with the clippers, and I must have been really careless because I cut into his paw. 😦  He cried out in pain, but he’s shown no other sign of pain since; he’s been walking fine and no complaints.  But he was bleeding for a while, and I freaked out for quite a bit.  Of course it was an accident, but I felt like a terrible Mom, and I didn’t know what to do.  I knew what I would do if it were me, so I got some tissue, and held it to his paw.  Then I actually put a band-aid over it, but he didn’t like that too much and took care of it pretty quickly.  Then I just monitored him, feeling sorry for him and awful that I had been the one to do such a thing.  I realized that cats get cuts sometimes from the silly things they do, and animals get injured out in the wild, and they make do, so this was not the end of the world.  Since he wasn’t bleeding profusely, he’d survive.  But I still feel like I need to make it up to him somehow (as I presently let him continue sitting on my lap, even though I desperately want to get up for some water and some chocolate).
  • #2: My other baby is my car, and I guess I’m responsible for part of its pain, too.  But mostly it’s just old and quirky.  When I start up my baby, the “CHG OIL” light goes on and my digital clock creates its own new language.  When I turn left, my turn signal blinks frenetically, signaling that my brake light is out AGAIN or my electrical system is still a bit wacko.  And then there’s the rapping noise of some strappy, window-related thing that I don’t even hear anymore because I somehow willed it not to be there anymore. . .  And I know it’s time to take the girl in.  I’m usually pretty good about taking her in every 3-4 months.  This time I’m up to 5, but part of that is because I just passed the 100,000 mile mark (Yay!) which means I’m due for a bit of a maintenance overhaul (Not so yay :-().  But I knew this was coming, and I already have a maintenance appointment scheduled for Friday.  Hopefully nothing else will go wrong with my car before then.  ::Foreshadowing alert::  No, really. Everything will be fine.

More Angel Numbers

So, I’ve heard that our angels/spirit guides like it when you ask them for help.  So, I’VE BEEN ASKING.  But I realize that a) I may not be noticing the signs or b) I may be noticing the signs, but I may be in denial.  Anyway, here are 2 other number combinations that I realized have popped up within the last year:

  • 49.  It applies to the $49,000 chunk of part of my mortgage debt, and it struck me because my dad mentioned that his mortgage had also been $49,000. So, I thought I’d take a peek. According to Joanne Sacred Scribes:

“49 is a message from your angels that a project or cycle is ending and you are asked to look to your achievements and successes. Take the lessons from the experiences and use them to your future advantage.  Finish off anything left undone.  Repeating Angel Number 49 is a message that your angels are with you as you step through a new door of opportunity.  As with all endings, it is the beginning of something new and as one door closes, another opens. Your angels ask that you focus on your goals, aspirations and life purpose, and remember to ask your angels for assistance along the way.”  The term “lightworking” also popped up with the number combination.

  • 27. I was timing my student on some touch multiplication facts, and she got 3 back-t0-back 27’s (seconds), which — is just unlikely.  So, here’s what Joanne Sacred Scribes has for 27:

“Angel Number 27 is a message from your angels that new information or news of a positive nature is on its’ way, so listen to your intuition and heed its guidance for your highest good.  Angel Number 27 is a message to believe in yourself, your intuitive messages and your inner-promptings.  You have been receiving messages about your divine life purpose, and your angels encourage you to follow the guidance and directions accordingly.  Trust that your angels support you in your spiritual endeavors.”

So, I guess I’ve gotta keep the faith.  It’s tough for a worry-wart like me, but I’m listening, angels!  Please keep trying to guide me!

Raw Emotions

I’ve decided that I have been put on this Earth to deal with intense emotions.  I cannot believe how completely blissful I can feel during one part of the day, and how absolutely terrified or angry I can feel later that same day.  Most of today I was nervous about my sessions with my tutoring students — especially my ACT tutoring session — and I was worried about my pending performance at the school talent show.  (I sang “I Hope You Dance” by Lee Ann Womack.)  The talent show went just fine, the ACT session was pretty good — I’m still stressing about it a bit — and life has gone on.  I feel that I’m making this job/life transition so that I can be more relaxed and get back in touch with my true self and my spiritual guides — but I’m afraid that I’ll find something that will be just as stressful or just as awkward a fit as what I have now.  I mean, what if it’s just me?

Animal Visits

I like to notice special things — they may seem like random coincidences to most other people — like the number combinations and animal sightings.  I think it’s a little odd that one morning I had a rabbit run out in front of my car, and a minute later, a crow landed in front of my car.  I looked up both of those animals, and the impression I got was that I was supposed to be jumping on some opportunity.  I have no idea what that opportunity was, so I hope I took it!  And today it was spiders.  The second one was not a big deal.  It was a little black spider walking across the floor of the gym in front of the bleachers where I sat.  But it was the second spider I’d seen in one hour.  The first spider was much more interesting.  It was a medium-sized/largish green spider that camouflaged perfectly with our Shaklee water pitcher.  I was surprised because 1) I’d never seen a spider in the kitchen before.  2) It happened to be the exact same green as the water pitcher.  3) It happened to be on the water pitcher as I was filling it up!  (I’m just pleased I had enough composure to quickly place it on the counter, rather than drop the poor pitcher again — I have some sort of problem involving dropping water pitchers: I’ve already broken 2!I had some trouble researching and figuring out what the spider could be trying to tell me, but I found a LOT of green spider images on Google.

Pupil Jealousy?

Yes, I am jealous of my students.  Because what I’m trying so hard to find, comes so naturally to them — creativity.  One of my students is an amazingly creative writer.  I don’t think he realizes how ingenuous his ideas are.  I want to write like that!  And another makes magic with his highlighter art.  Seriously.  Where do those images come from?  Why can’t I get myself to draw like that? This year I’ve become aware of how truly, and frighteningly powerful my critical side is, and it’s starting to make me mad.  I’ve even started talking to it: You are holding me back.  Do you know what you are doing?  Why?  Why are you doing this to me?!  I’m not sure this one-way conversation is getting me anywhere, but at least I’m becoming more aware of it.  Somehow I’ve got to get myself to play more.  I need to unlearn what “life” has taught me and become a child again.  Sigh.  I wish there was an easy step-by-step program for that one. . .

And. . . that’s it for today!  I’m hoping Brian will get home soon so that we can watch Castle, my new watch-while-I-grade TV series.  We just started season 1, and I can’t believe how quickly I got addicted.  But really, it has Nathan Fillion from Firefly in it.  Of course I like it! Oh, dang it.  I over boiled the mushroom ravioli, and there are now mushroom bits everywhere.  Gotta go.

Thoughts. . . About Pets. . . Apparently. . .

"Sniff Sniff"courtesy of Carlos Porto/

“Sniff Sniff”courtesy of Carlos Porto/ 

Get ready for a rambler, y’all.  I intend this blog to be completely all over the place, so if that makes you nauseous, this is not the entry for you.  I will go back and add labels so that there is some appearance of organization, but that’s all you get.

*And now that I’m actually typing this out, I see that I’m going to write about pets.  Ok, then.  So. . .  here are my random thoughts about pets!

Things on Pets That Grow Too Fast

–Dog fur

–Cat claws

Things on Pets That I Wish Would Grow and Not Fall Off Instead and Cover the Entire House and My Jackets and Black Pants and EVERYTHING I SIT ON AND WEAR

–Cat fur

Big Cat

My cat is huge.  I don’t think he’s obnoxiously huge, but he’s clearly overweight.  Almost everyone who visits us comments about it.  The comments bother me, but I don’t plan on changing anything, at least when it comes to his diet.

A few years ago I carelessly messed with his diet because I thought I could feed him any type of cat food – any brand, any price —  and then he started throwing up multiple times during the week.  I took him to the vet, and they suggested various options, including increasingly expensive tests and procedures (which I consented to because every test kept coming back negative, and I certainly didn’t know what the heck was going on with him), and I was shelling out thousands of dollars, and then soon after HE GOT WORSE.  Worse to the point that the experimental medication they had given him was making him squat and cry like he was going to die, and then, my sweetest, most friendliest, darling cat in the world — who nuzzled and accepted my new pup the very first day he met him and easily sits on the lap of any stranger – was cowering and snarling, in a most hissy fit of rage if anyone got anywhere close to him, and so that night at midnight we found ourselves sitting in the emergency pet clinic, completing another procedure, which again helped us none. And then I remembered that one of my friends had once mentioned this one type of cat food that she said worked for her pets, including her sick foster pets, and I decided I would try it, and as soon as he switched, he was back to throwing up once a week or less (which I understand is more normal for cats).

So, even though it is a name brand food and not natural, nor probably the most healthy, I AM NOT CHANGING IT.  Because I’m terrified of making the same mistake.  I realize I could take him to another vet and run allergy tests to find the perfect natural food, and I could put him on a fresh meat/organ, etc diet, but I’m not ready for that.  I’m also now 50 times more wary of vets than I ever was before the whole ordeal.  (And vets and vet-lovers out there, I apologize; I understand that I just had a bad experience and that there are many good vets out there.  Please forgive my health-field-phobia, which is just as strong in  the human-health world.)

And apparently I’ve decided I’m done now, but I anticipate this is not my last rambling pet post. . .

Day 4 on the Road to Happiness (belated)

"Lady Doing Yoga In Park" courtesy of adamr/

“Lady Doing Yoga In Park” courtesy of adamr/

1. Health — Slept in an extra 2 hours and had lots of crazy dreams that I unfortunately can’t remember.  Good breakfast (added spinach to my smoothie again today!); so-so lunch (mostly kidney beans) . . . and also the rest of the chocolate bunny from my grandma; I couldn’t resist it — it was just sitting there!  Ingredients in said bunny: sugar, partially hydrogenated vegetable oil, whey, cocoa, lactose, skim milk, soy lecithin, vanillin (artificial flavor), FD&C Blue #1, Blue #2, Red #40, Yellow #5, Yellow #6 Lakes; and Red #3 — I shudder at all the colors. . . And that’s what my health was until last night — when Brian and I took advantage of the $5 bucket specials.  Wasn’t feeling so great after that. . .  (rehyrating as we speak)

2. Creative Time/ Me Time — Karaoke was great last night.  I got some compliments about my singing, and I realized I’m still really resistant to praise.  I embrace it now.  I am awesome. 🙂 (Not better than anyone else!  And awesome!) I also stumbled upon this site, and I think it’s genius:  I hope it does really well.  Here is a link to my first contribution: She is a Princess.  Anyone can join! Felt inspired to try composing a bit, too, but just did a small string.  Not sure whether I’m going to post it or not.

3. People — I’m realizing more and more that I need to be around people.  I just do.  Sometimes people wear me out, but I think it’s because I don’t feel natural around them.  I’m working to be who I think they want me to be, and that’s exhausting. If I can really be myself, I think I would enjoy gatherings much more and be less anxious about them.  Also, this house is a tomb.  I need me some Feng Shui.

Funny random side note (animals are like people, right?): today I had my first intuitive reading — more on that probably to follow in my next day’s report —  and my cats were fighting like cats and . . . cats (very viciously)  outside my office door, as I was participating in my phone call.  I just realized for all that I complain about Bowser being needy for attention, my cats are just as bad.  Maybe worse.

4. Being in the Moment — This is going better.  I have moments of clarity sometimes during the day.  Have any of you tried to be in the moment and suddenly you’ve felt a shift in perspective?  In focus?  In energy?  Like you notice your hands for the first time, and maybe there’s even a slight tingling.  And your world — which seemed so narrow when you were trapped in your head — now has expanded all around you? Like you’ve been pulled back and out, and there are no longer any walls?   It’s like that.  I want more of that.

5. Life Purpose — I think I will post more about this tonight after my phonecall, but I did want to mention how thrilled I got when I discovered  I had been thinking I wanted to find an outlet for my creativity, and I wanted to be able to share it with the public, with a community, and there it is.  It’s so artsy and vibrant, and I got more excited about the possibilities than I’ve felt about anything in a long time.  Maybe I have it all wrong.  Maybe I’m not supposed to be forcing myself down in a chair with a notebook to just write and write and write about whatever.  Maybe I’m meant to find other creative opportunities.

Dreams: Answering Machine, Valentine, Job, Houses, Houses, Houses, and More!

"Blue House" courtesy of dan/

“Blue House” courtesy of dan/

More dreams this past week.  2 days in particular really stood out.  This is what I copied in my journal from a few days ago:

  • Houses — was with my sister and kept returning to “my house” for some reason.  Lots of houses around.  Measurements being made by real estate agents.  Houses had popped up everywhere.  Zelda got out one time while I was walking around to look at houses with my sister.  She dutifully followed me back home when I called to her.
  • Mom and Dad were over.  Dad had just gotten back from a trip?  They were on the phone.  Talking with each other but at the same house.  Dad became annoyed and told Mom to hang up.I had an answering machine.  It had picked up 4 SPAM messages.  I wondered why I even kept the home number.  Clearly I didn’t need it.  Or was it connected to my cell?
  • Dad was trying to show me that authors borrow stuff from other stories, that Dr. Seuss had taken his book from someone else’s ideas, which explained why the cover made references to parts of the book that weren’t even there anymore.  I felt like the world had opened up to me.

And then my memory of last night’s dreams:

I was at the dining table of my parents’ house, I’m pretty sure, and I was sitting around the table with some friends to celebrate something (birthday?), and I had brought a card, but I had brought the wrong card accidentally.  It was a Valentine to me from a woman I knew.  The Valentine seemed odd to me, and I was embarrassed and couldn’t believe that I had brought it to this gathering and almost given it to the birthday girl.

I was looking for a new house, and the one we were considering looked rather small.  A small but adequate sized kitchen and dining room, but that was about it.  But then I looked more closely and saw that there was another room behind the kitchen, half-obstructed and hidden from view level.  So, we ducked down and continued on to a bedroom (a master bedroom).  The house seemed a little more appealing with the bedroom, and then I noticed another room hidden behind that room.  We continued on and found a guest bedroom (better and better!)  Beyond that we found a living room.  At some point I remember commenting to my dad (who was suddenly in the picture) that one of the beds had a large built-in urinal to the side of it, which could be convenient for needing to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.  Overall, the house seemed a little more complete and doable, though a bit cramped and oddly constructed.

I was contemplating returning to my old job.  The position had opened, and I was debating whether to apply for it.

Corresponding interpretations from

Answering Machine

To see an answering machine in your dream suggests that you are not listening to a message that someone around you is trying to convey. Perhaps you are experiencing difficulties and frustration in understanding some idea or viewpoint.

To dream that you are in the bedroom signifies aspects of yourself that you keep private. It is also indicative of your sexual nature and intimate relations.

To see a cat in your dream symbolizes an independent spirit, feminine sexuality, creativity, and power.To dream that you cannot find your cat highlights your independent spirit.  You need to allow yourself to be free and not let anyone or anything hold you back.

Dining Room
To dream that you are in a dining room represents your quest for knowledge and understanding. You may be reaching an important decision in your life.

To see your father in your dream symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant. Consider also your waking relationship with your father and how aspects of his character may be incorporated within yourself.

To see a house in your dream represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. If the house is shifting, then it suggests that you are going through some personal changes and changing your belief system.


If you dream that you are still working at your old job, then it suggests that there is an old lesson that you need to learn and apply to a current situation.

To see a kitchen in your dream signifies your need for warmth, spiritual nourishment and healing. It may also be symbolic of the nurturing mother or the way that you are for your loved ones. Alternatively the kitchen represents a transformation. Something new or life altering is about to occur. The dream could also be telling you that if “you can’t stand the heat, then you need to get out of the kitchen”. You need to abort your plans.

To see a new house in your dream indicates that you are taking on a new identity and developing new strengths. You are becoming more emotionally mature.

In general, dreaming of new things and new places corresponds to what is new in your waking life. It refers to something that is different or unfamiliar.

To see your parents in your dream symbolizes both power, shelter, and love. You may be expressing your concerns and worries about your own parents. Alternatively, it represents the merging of the female and male aspects of your character.


To dream that you find or discover a new room suggests that you are developing new strengths and taking on new roles. You may be growing emotionally. Alternatively, such rooms are symbolic of neglected skills or rejected potential.

To see your sister in your dream symbolizes some aspect of your relationship with her, whether it one of sibling rivalry, nurturance, protectiveness, etc

To see a urinal in your dream signifies disorder in your personal relationships.


To dream that you are receiving a valentine represents your likeability, compassion and good-hearted nature.

Things I Have Learned So Far About Me and Writing, Part I

I am really not a morning person.

If I drag my butt out of bed early enough to write, I write about what I dream.

If I wait more than a few minutes, I can only remember one dream, or I start making up what I dreamt.


I like starting to write immediately when I get home from work. This means I get to go home and do something besides schoolwork.


I work best in silence. Sometimes relaxing music like Enya or “The Princess Bride” soundtrack will help enhance my writing mood.


I do not like distractions. This mainly means my cats, who try to climb across me while I’m typing. (The little dog is surprisingly much more understanding of my privacy needs.)

My other distraction is my boyfriend, who begins a conversation with me while I’m in the midst of typing a paragraph. I then must decide if I should try to multi-task (type and look up at him, nodding and smiling) or be rude and ignore him to finish my super awesome train-of-thought.


I need an office.

My own office.

(I don’t like to share desk space.)

I think the basement is available.


I like to journal.

I like filling a journal even more.

I could blabber on about nothing for pages and pages and be giddy with excitement because I’m that much closer to filling up a notebook.


I’m not very good at observing people and scenes.

I’m afraid that if I look at someone, they will look at me back. Interestingly, I tried to make more eye contact with people during my mall walk, and most of the other people who met my gaze were the first to look away. This gave me confidence. Walking at 5mph past them also made things a lot easier.


I like staying up later to get work done.

I think that makes me a night owl.

And that fits in with me liking to sleep in.

Too bad I have a 9 to 5ish job.


It’s 9:35. I’m off to bed, to see if I can write down all of my dreams tomorrow.



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