Saturday, March 30, 2013

March 50

Today is the 50th birthday of my friend, and Detach reader, Kim. I've been friends with Kim for over 30 years, since the 8th grade. I have known her husband just as long. He turned 50 this month as well.

I recently asked Kim's thoughts on the subject. She told me she is embracing 50. She spent her birthday at her very favorite place, the beach.

Kim told me Cher's song "If I Could Turn Back Time" keeps popping in her head. But, she says, you know, we can't turn back time. Can't change it - so embrace it!

So far, turning 40 was much worse for her than 50. She says she has a few more aches than she used to, and had to see a chiropractor for the first time in Jan. She hurt her back, in yoga!!

Kim told me, "I could, but won't get philosophical about 50. I don't feel my age most days. And I think for as much as I've been in the sun, my skin has held up pretty good. Thanks to moisturizer from about the time I was 14!"

Happy Birthday Kim!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

These Dreams

I recently took a business trip with three other women. We opted to travel by car, but the drive was several hours coming and going. We passed a lot of farm land on the trip, and one lady kept mentioning that she frequently has this dream about being lost in a barn. It kind of became a joke on the trip, as we passed lots of creepy old barns.

I’ve always been fascinated by dreams. I’ve written about that in this journal before. But I’m particularly fascinated with recurring dreams.

There are some dreams I’ve had since I was a child. I’ve had these dreams dozens, maybe even hundreds of times. They may have changed a teeny bit as I’ve gotten older, but the premise of the dream is still the same.

In a dream I have pretty frequently, I am trying to defend myself against someone who wants to cause me harm and I have a gun that won’t shoot. The bullets jam, or they fizzle, and come out with no force. Or I have a weapon, but I left it in the car, or I lost it.

Another recurring dream is that I see a giant tidal wave coming towards me and there’s no place to hide. I run as fast as I can, away from the water, and sometimes I try to get to higher ground; maybe inside a high rise hotel.

I also dream that I see a tornado in the distance. It’s erratic in it’s path and I’m trying to decide which way to run.

Sometimes I dream I see an airplane, and it’s going to crash. Usually the engines are dying and it plummets to the ground. Only once do I remember being a passenger on the plane. Usually I’m watching it from a distance.

Another recurring dream is that I’m driving on a road that has railroad track after railroad track after railroad track. Trains are coming and there’s no lights or crossing gates. I have to floor the accelerator to avoid being smashed.

I'd say all these dreams represent a feeling of being powerless. Of going up against something that is way too big to fight. I guess they all demonstrate codependent tendencies--the need to be in control, but the feeling that your obstacles are way greater that you.

The good thing is, I don’t typically die, or even get hurt in these recurring dreams. They just frighten me.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Can't Find The Words

There's a thought I want to write, but I'm unable to put it in to words. I'm not sure if it's too complicated, or if I'm just too tired.

Maybe I'll try again tomorrow.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

One Down....

Something very cool happened to me last night. I went to a concert, and was able to see live, in person, not one, but TWO Mary's MILFs.

Josh Todd and the boys from Buckcherry opened for Kid Rock. The concert was awesome. Even after being quite sick earlier in the week, Kid Rock did not disappoint. He's an electric and fantastic entertainer.

And not only did I get to see the two perform, but I had the opportunity to meet Josh Todd at an autograph signing / meet-n-greet after the show.

I skipped over the part about me being codependent and perpetually attracted to very bad boys, who I then want to fix, thus creating a group called Mary's MILFs, of which he is an inductee, and just shook his hand, got my autograph, and told him how much I enjoyed the show. He had on a shirt, but his mountain of tattoos was creeping out of the collar, and I found him intoxicating in person. He signed the hand of the girl I attended the show with, and by the time we got through the line my hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold still to take a picture of it for her.

It was a fun night. I finally met (and touched) a Mary's MILF!