Sunday Slug-fest

The day of rest and I did. Slept very late and enjoyed it. Had some odd dreams about eye glasses. I had about five pair and none of them seemed to help me see correctly. I was on some kind of special, congressional team of voters to decide something very important. There was a military captain who was my brother. He had no education and the concern was that he would make bad decisions about a particular peice of legislative regulation. No clue. Maybe I'm not seeing something that I need a better focus on? Tom T. was in the dream too and he was pissed about the issue. He and I were trying to go to dinner to talk about it and various family members, who had multiple birth children, were delaying us by handing me babies. There was a man who was driving us around town and it became clear that he was 'assigned' to keep watch on my movements until the committee met. I received a phone call from someone reminding me that I had to have my drivers license to identify myself when it came time to vote. They were concerned about my address and last name being up to date.

Dreams...the gateway to the unconsious. Maybe I'll use this blog as a dream journal among other things.

It's Sunday and I've not done my weekend chores. Need to mop floors and I definitely need to go for a good walk. I simply HAVE to get back onto the exercise routine.

Later: Just walked for ten minutes. It's better than nothing. Trying to walk off my adrenalyn. Apparently the boys two doors down are in the "Bloods" gang. My daughter's boyfriend is black. He was over this morning with two of his cousins and one of their girlfriends. One of the cousins was wearing a red dew-rag and a red tee-shirt. They went outside to get something out of their car and the gang down the street walked over and started yelling and throwing beer bottles at my kids. I tried to get them to leave, but they wouldn't. They jumped my daughter's boyfriend and his cousin. I ran into the house to call the police and the girlfriend tried to defend her boyfriend. The thugs punched her in the mouth and grabbed a stick and started beating her. They split her head wide open, blood everywhere. The police finally arrived after the boys drove away. I got their licence number and we filed a report. The girlfriend will be pressing charges. GREAT! Now I have to live here for three more months until my lease is up. SHIT!

Blog, blog, blog.

It's all I hear these days so here I am. My tip-toe into blogdom. I'm not sure how or why this is different than CK's blog to everyone, but perhaps I'll find out.

Today was totally unsuccessful in weight-lossville. I suck. I ate too much (double the calories I was supposed to have) and didn't move my butt at all. Oh, sure...a romp down the aisles of Walmart to buy a blender. Pushing the cart cannot be considered use of exercise equipment. I suck.

Son number two just arrived to do laundry so I'm logging off to visit with him. He is my laughter. I need some.