Shivers

Today is cold! Its the kind of cold where my appendages don’t want to work, or they cant rather. Stiff fingers. Stiff legs. Stiff joints. Even my face doesn’t want to move! I cant wait for Mondays sub-zero temperatures. I am going to make a huge scene about the weather and write a letter to Mother Nature and ask “how could you?!”… Yes… today is cold. So cold I had to go into the company store and take one of the fleece jackets they have on display to wear around the office to keep warm. I am still wearing my boots even!

So last night I decided that I really, really, REALLY want to: buy some acreage in the country, build a big house & a big barn & open an animal sanctuary. Now, this isn’t a 5 year plan or anything, definitely something I would have to plan for years and years and years and probably start when I am close to, if I hadn’t already, retirement. An animal sanctuary would be a full time job, something I would feel the need to dedicate about 95% of myself to! The remaining 5% would be for personal hygiene. Not something I’d want to dread coming home to after a long day of work, but something to be excited about waking up for! I love the idea! Cats, dogs, llamas, chickens [that’s a huge MAYBE], maybe goats? I don’t know, whatever people don’t want and whatever I can save.

Naturally we would need a staff of volunteers at this organization including trained veterinarian staff that would be willing to volunteer time and services to the animals. Obviously I would pay for supplies and whatever I could but the majority of the place would be run on donations from the community, because by then I will be loved by many, [feared by all] and my peers would be so filled with hope and joy by my life’s work they wouldn’t be able to help themselves from throwing cash at my project. It is going to be great!

So, basically, I am asking for y’all to consider reaching out to me in 30 some odd years to A] see if I am still alive B] see if I have realized my dream of operating an animal sanctuary and C] to volunteer time, money, supplies & services to my fur babies. 

Just think about it. No contracts as of yet. Just an idea. Just planting the seed. I want everyone to be as excited as I am about saving all the lil fluff butts we can! TOGETHER! 

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Sleepy Time

I am all about rituals. From burning card-stock with the names of past lovers dripped in wax to “rid myself of their negative energy”, filling silk pouches with my cats hair & whiskers then burying them in the back yard with flowers to “keep him safe”, to the way I get ready for bed every night. 

I am very ritualistic. I have yet to sacrifice a goat/lamb/my first born, however I never say never. Something my mother taught me about not making a promise I couldn’t keep… well that is another story altogether. 

ANYWAYS. My bed time ritual. Nothing crazy, just a gal stuck in her ways.

I am a PM shower kinda gal. I loooove nothing more than a hot shower to loosen my muscles before bed. It’s my time to stand in the steam and just let all my worry swoooosh down the drain. Sure, I wake up with some pretty radical bed-head hair but other than that it’s worth it. I end my sessions with slathering coconut oil face to toe. NOW – coconut oil isn’t for everyone and it took me a really long time to find the brand that worked for me but it is now my ultimate HOLY GRAIL of beauty products. It makes my skin so soft and supple. Not to mention it heals the evil psoriasis I have. GAG. 

WELL THE WHOLE POINT of this blog: Sleepy Time Tea: Extra + Melatonin = my newest bed time ritual. After hopping out of the shower I turn on a pot of water and make myself a mug of tea. I pop a melatonin and grab my mug and crawl into bed with whatever dirty romance novel I happen to be reading and sip sip sup on some delicious herbal goodness. After about a half hour my usually insomniac ass is heavy-lidded and melting into bed. How glorious! Where has this been all my life?! 

I have known of Sleepy Time tea only from Mandi [the bfffl] and all I knew up until a month ago was that it apparently made her puke. So, naturally, I stayed as far away from it as possible. About 3.5 weeks ago I saw it on sale at my local supermarket and it was being sold with an adorable little tin box thing. I cant turn away from adorable or little for that matter! So I BOUGHT IT. AND I LOVE IT! The melatonin was only introduced to me about a week ago by Reed [the lover] who had been using it to help him sleep since his accident. WELLZZZZzzzzzzz I am in sleep heaven. The only side affect I have experienced so far is simply more vivid dreams. 

I am a dreamer so I don’t give much of a care. Actually I enjoy it. My dreams are vivid enough on my own but adding the combination of the tea & melatonin has me waking up with a “what the fuck” attitude and brilliant new entries to my dream dictionary. Why, just the other day Reed woke me up right as I was dreaming about a litter of puppies. In my dream I had decided to foster litters of puppies [I know – a dream is a wish your heart makes] and so I had this litter of pups in a house I have never seen before but in the dream knew was mine. Blah blah blah cuteness ensues etc. etc. and then, right before waking up, one of the little guys scrunches up and starts to poo! Ha! I remember thinking it was cute in my dream? I don’t know, I just remember the thing looking at me and almost smiling and having the warm feeling of smiling back. Then, I woke up.

This blog makes no sense. 

Did I mention that I completed my sleepy time ritual about an hour ago? I have that heavy-lidded thing going on right now. There is something entirely captivating about the sound of a keyboards “click click click click” under my nails at 10pm. I don’t want to stop! It makes me wish that I had something as equally captivating to write about! LIke LOVE! WAR! JUICE! DRESSERS ON SALE FR 50% OFF RETAIL PRICE AT UNIQUE THRIFT STORES! MY FRIEND CORY NEVER WANTING TO HANG OUT! MY LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH MY CURRENT JOB! MY DESIRE TO CREATE. MY DEEP HATRED FOR BUTTERFLY’S…

Goodnight, never land.