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I have been trying to get my brain around things this week, trying to get out of my funk which I have no reason for and it dawned on me as I was whining to myself (there's a shock) that If I just changed around the way I was looking at my situation, I wouldn't be falling into my dark despair that I seem to manage to do so easily. Realistically. What is the worse thing that can happen?

So, usually I am 2-3 weeks behind everyone else in the "ascension symptom" category... this time, I think I caught up all in one fell swoop. 2 of my critters have been sick with some type of bacterial diarhea and the local cat who comes up to the porch for feedings has lost about 5 lbs. So, Leo ( my puppy) and I laid on the couch all weekend.

So, when I was 3 or 4 I got up in the middle of the night and drank enough mouthwash to knock myself out. So, my parents woke up in the am and couldn't get me up, so they took me to children's hospital. I remember having tubes down my throat, so they must have pumped my stomach. So, anyway.

My youngest, Sammy Jo, never ceases to amaze me. this morning we were heading out to Y camp, and her dad was supposed to meet us there with her lunch cooler and gymnastics bag. When I called him to let him know we were leaving, so he could meet us there, he asked me. "So, I need to bring her lunch and a towel, right?"

I replied, "no, lunch and a gym bag"

So I dreampt I lived with my mother (again) that seemingly is always in my dreams. And I was out on a date, and wanted him to stay at the house for the night, but didn't want my oldest to know, so I was trying to sneak him in. And everytime I tried, someone would try talking to us in very loud voices.

I think there may have been several over the years... Aside from the wierd happenings I had as a child of things moving on my shelves in my room, and talking to my animals and being sure that everything, especially my stuffed bear Poo had feelings... then onto the teenage years when I had connections with one friend in particular who I swear we were mentally connected.

I can't help but want to cry in seeing some of the recent posts, attacking others for their wrongdoings. God forbid someone turn over every rock I have hidden under over the course of the last 40 years. I am sure we have all done things we are not proud of. Hopefully, in our path to being better human beings, we have at least tried to rectify our wrongs.

Does anyone have any in-depth info on the above?

I am not typically too political, but I have to say I did enjoy watching Tim Russert and I am deeply saddened to see that he passed. The article just showed up on MSN. Love, Karen

In conjunction with the previous post, as I journaled this morning, I remembered more of my dream. So, two boys are stealing from this older woman, and she can't talk and they leave her for dead by shoving her in this hide-a-bed or couch. So, we then check into this hotel room, and as I keep telling everyone something is wrong and they don't believe me.