Tuesday, December 28, 2004

I have a stalker

I've had recurring dreams about a stalker. Of course, like all my dreams, it is much more complicated than that. The stalker is based on a real person, who was kinda close to a stalker I guess(a guy from high school who I went out with a few times, he then went back with his ex, yet called me several times a day and hung up, or whispered things like "don't hang up..." etc. etc.)

Anyway, he is the stalker in the dream. The other day I dreamt of him being really big and muscular and I was scared. I then became friends with this other big guy, who kept saying he would take care of the stalker for me. I kept telling him no, he would just get hurt, and then he did go and try to "take care of him." Well, my friend got tore up, the stalker literally threw him around while I watched from a distance yelling "NNOOOO!" and then when he was through, the stalker brought my friend over by carrying his limp body over his shoulder and placed him on the chair in front of me and said "here's your hero."

Then last night, the stalker kept saying how great he looked since he was so muscular, and that's why he's trying to "win me over." I remember I was going to walk my dog (and we were going down this familiar path I've been to in many previous dreams) but I was scared he was going to hurt my dog. And I was tired of being afraid, so I decided to go myself. So I walked down the path alone, and unafraid.

My dreams are so complicated now. I'm so past the normal dream books with just symbols, I need some deep analysis here. I'm working on it.

Monday, December 27, 2004

Caramelo

Of course, you can't really go wrong with Cisneros. I loved this book. It was one of those books with passages that I wanted to read again and again. Like when the main character is in need of help and she says the only person she can think to call is Ralph Nader. I wanted to write down quotes as I read through the book, but I thought my hand would get too tired and I would run out of space in my notebook.

It's the story of a young girl growing up in Chicago and her struggle between her two worlds: America and Mexico. She visits her grandparents in Mexico often, and as she grows up she begins to see the world differently. On one trip back to Mexico she remembers her childhood and wants to get a ballooon. But when she walks down the street to buy the balloon-she doesn't remember feeling so afraid on the streets, and then the balloon salesman hits on her. Wow, what woman can't relate to that-it feels like one minute you're a child, the next you're a sex object. Then as a teenager her family moves to San Antonio, where she is around many other Mexican-Americans. But they see her as different, they say her Spanish is different, and she doesn't quite fit in.

I can really relate to this book since I grew up in Virginia without many Hispanics, then I moved to Texas at about the same age as the main character in this book. I too was seen as different, since I'm not fluent in Spanish, etc. And also I would visit my grandparents in Texas as a kid, but as an adult it is much different. (My grandparents, like the ones on this book, live in an older, low income area. Not that I'm scared to go there now, but I know now not to walk by myself down the street, when as a kid I would...)

Great book! Thanks Cisneros for giving a voice to people like me!

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Who...me???

Why is it that when someone other than my husband tells me I'm pretty, it is really flattering. In that "I am?" kind of way. You know, like I want to look around and go "Me???" Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about random horny guys hitting on me. Like the other day, an older man (in his 80s or so) who's really sweet and then today a friend at work who is 1.) gay and 2.) has a boyfriend. It's kind of like when I was younger and my dad would call me "pretty girl" I never thought anything of it, just thought he was my dad and was supposed to say things like that. And of course, I appreciate when my husband tells me, it's just like when someone on the "outside" says it they must really mean it!

Not that being pretty is a huge part of my life or anything. I was just thinking about that and just blabbing on my blog while I have 5 minutes to spare. Anyone else experience this?

Monday, December 13, 2004

Today is the last day!

Today is the last day to donate to the Salvation Army Angel Tree Program! We just did it this past week, and it is lots of fun! What is the Angel Tree Program? Well, I'm glad you asked. It is a program from the Salvation Army that gives less fortunate kids presents to open at Christmas. Each child is represented with an angel ornament on the Christmas tree (which are usually found in malls) and you simply go and choose an angel ornament from the tree, and purchase gifts from their list. The list is short, it has one need and one want (one thing they really need-usually some type of clothing, my angel needed bras, and then one wish, like a toy). It also has their name, age, and clothing sizes. The amount you give is up to you. You can give just one gift or go crazy (kind of like I did, there's gonna be one happy little girl this Christmas!)

So go, hurry today is the last day!

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Reason #14 to move to Canada

Monday, December 06, 2004

Oh darn, I hate it when that happens

Geez, don't you hate it when your bank accidentally puts a million dollars in your account? I think I would have gone to the ATM for an account balance and keep the receipt just for fun. Just so I can say "yup, I was a millionare for a couple days...see!?"


Thursday, December 02, 2004

I was RIGHT there!

Yesterday I was flown in to yet another interview. I was in a place I've only been to in my dreams, the city where my FAVORITE celebrity lives. It was beautiful. I only wish I had more time to see the city, but unfortunately, I only had about 30 minutes of my own time to walk around downtown. And as I was leaving to the airport in the city, of course I told the driver "I've always wanted to come here because of her!" And he drives a little further and says, "Well, about four blocks that way is her mansion...." WOW! I was 4 blocks from her house! I had to stop myself from jumping out the van and running the four blocks, just to get one glimpse, one snapshot on my camera phone, one sniff of the same air she breathes. But, perhaps next time. I will go back, because dreams can come true.

And for those of you who know me personally, please don't forget about my Christmas wish! I'll send out a reminder email soon! It doesn't cost you a penny!