Can't….stop…..thinking….

The last two nights, my boyfriend and I have been hammering out some plans for a new business venture (stay tuned).  So the last two days have looked like this:

  • Work (where it's been a little hectic lately)
  • Home (pick up daughter, do homework for the classes that never end, have dinner, do more homework)
  • Shower
  • Talk for a couple hours about the new business
  • Try to go to sleep

Everything is fine until that last step.  I think I've been overloading my brain lately.  Last night and the night before, I laid down to go to sleep and the strangest thing happens.  I close my eyes and I start seeing random clips.  The weird thing is that these aren't movie clips or memories, just crazy ideas I guess.  They're very vivid, almost in 3-D and they only last ten or twenty seconds before jumping to a completely different scene.

I open my eyes and it stops, but the second I close them again, it starts up again.  I figure this lasts for at least 15 to 20 minutes before I actually fall asleep.  What the hell is happening to me?  Is my brain just trying to get rid of some information?  Am I going crazy?  Oh wait, I'm already crazy.  Does this happen to normal people?  Dammit, just remembered that I'm not normal either.  Well, has it happened to you?!?!

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QotD: Secret Family Recipe – Peach junk

What's one family recipe that you wish you knew how to cook?

Many moons ago, my grandmother would make a dessert that would just knock your socks off.  It never had an official name.  It was some sort of cross between a pie, a cobbler, and an upside-down cake with peaches.  My brother and I lovingly called it "Peach Junk". 

I spent a lot of time in the kitchen with my grandmother, trying to pry recipes out of her, but she was old skool and had no recipes or measurements for anything.  I do believe that I somehow picked up the brunt of the mac and cheese recipe, but to this day, Peach Junk eludes me.

It is truly a sad day on this earth when there is no one that can re-create the delicacy of Peach Junk.  Gram, you are sorely missed.

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March 6, 2007

Today, my father would have been 62 years old.  Unfortunately, he passed almost ten years ago on July 3, one day before one of his favorite barbequeing days.  I know that he watched over us and saw no wrong in our having a big BBQ on July 4 to celebrate his life.  I miss you Dad and I wish I could've been there to say goodbye.  Rest in peace.  I know you're watching. 

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QotD: Recess!

What was your favorite game to play at recess in grade school? 
Submitted by Elisheva Chana.

Ahh, recess.  That special time of day when, right after lunch, we were encouraged to go run around like maniacs.  I swear it's a miracle in and of itself that no one ever got sick, but I digress.

Back in the day, we played a game called Release.  I suppose it's just like Tag.  One person is "it" and tries to go around tagging people.  If you got tagged, you went to the "jail", which was a huge tree.  I honestly don't remember how you got to be "not it" anymore, but if someone who wasn't "it" got to the tree without getting tagged, he or she would scream "RELEASE!" at the top of his/her lungs and everyone in jail got to go run around some more.

At this moment, I stand about five foot one and weigh in at about 125 or so.  Then, I'm sure I was no more than four foot seven and nowhere near 100 pounds.  I was small for my age, but boy was I quick.  One particular afternoon during a rousing game of Release, I was running for the jail to release my buddies.  I suppose that I turned my head for a second to see if anyone was on my tail.  That split second caused me over a week of pain.  As I turned to look forward, directly in front of me, also not looking and running hard, was Christine Patterson.  Where I was small for my age, Christine was equally as tall for her age.  This is fifth grade I'm talking about here and the girl was already pushing 6 feet.  There wasn't enough time for either of us to stop or change direction and he result was a head-on collision.

Christine got off easy with the knee of her jeans ripped.  I, on the other hand, ended up with a bruised kneecap.  Don't think for a moment that a child doesn't know the meaning of excruciating pain, because I did.  For the rest of that day (and that week), I walked around with one leg straight because it hurt so bad to bend it.  The one time it was FORCED to bend was the day it happened on the bus ride home.  Our principal got on every bus to make sure everyone was okay.  My seatmate didn't understand what happened and thought I was just being a baby and took it upon herself to force my leg into a bent position.  I'm pretty sure I almost passed out.  I made it home though, and good ole Gram fixed it up for me.

Endnote:  No Release! for me for a little while after the incident.

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QotD: Ghost Writer

If you could write like one fiction author, who would it be?
Submitted by Marilyn.

Without doubt, I would love to write like Stephen King.  He has so many of the skills that I want to develop.

  • Longevity – I've been reading his work for approximately the last 20 years and I can't ever wait for the next book to come out.  At least 75% of his books are in my collection as hard cover.
  • Captivity – I'm sure that isn't the word I want, but I just can't think of it off the top of my head.  What I mean is that he has a way of capturing his audience and making them lose hours and days lost in one of his books.
  • Detail – His writing style is such that I create a mental picture of each character and that character lives not only in his books, but in my mind. (Although it sucks when he makes a movie of a book and it's NEVER the actor I envision it to be.)
  • Passion – There is no question that the man loves what he does.  Sure it pays the bills, but you can just tell that he enjoys writing for mehis readers.  I hope that the day he loses that love, he stops writing so not to taint my vision.  (Could've done without The Tommyknockers though.)

Mr. King, I salute you.  You inspire me, you entertain me, you've ruined my mind or so my mother says.

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