It's Here ;)

Friday the new furniture arrived and is looking good. Everyone was happy and excited. Although Jacob has been a little too excited lately. He ran around Rutter's last night like an idiot when it was packed and spilled some poor lady's coffee. He's up playing at his friend's house this morning so that gives me some time to put some pictures on my blog. Then I gotta get back to cleaning up the kitchen and other things like studying. I have probably the hardest test yet coming up Thursday and need to memorize origins, insertions and actions of muscles, sounds fun eh?

I had a weird dream last night of everything coming alive and chasing people, and me, trees, fences, pets, toys. The mutant sunflowers almost got me though as I made my way up over a fence. I was attempting to fly but they pulled onto my legs, so I turned my right hand into a knife and hacked away at them. But once I got home nothing could get in.

Well here are the pictures. Enjoy.

Am I a Twee Twit?

My brother claims to have found my doppleganger.

Here's an interesting photo: My brother sent this to me, this guy looks almost just like me - when I used to have a full beard and the description fits me a little bit as well. I listen to some indie-rock and have been with the same girl for 8 years and can cry easy ;)

Original Link Here "Something Awful"

Identification Like a baby bird who has fallen from the nest, a twee twit is simply too soft and gentle for this world. He cannot abide bright colors or harsh materials, so he is usually swaddled in soft, pastel sweaters and corduroy pants. He might have a beard, because shaving is far too scary, and stubble is like sandpaper against his delicate features. He is mumbly and soft-spoken, but he doesn’t mind being unintelligible; he wouldn’t want to impose upon you unduly by putting forward an idea. He’s a cat person. He’s almost too much of a feminist to tolerate the act of sexual intercourse. He’s had the same girlfriend for eight years, and he doesn’t mind the fact that she’s gained a little weight. They throw the nicest dinner parties.

Musical Taste: The twee twit mainly enjoys mellow post-shoegaze in which nothing much happens, gentle American indie-rock in which nothing much happens, and unobtrusive indie-hippie-folk in which nothing much happens. Too much distorted guitars or non-whispered vocals instantly melt these guys. Sigur Rós has some really nice songs, but sometimes they get a little too raucous.

How to Tame a Twee Twit: Give him a hug, or bake him some cookies. If you meet him in a record store, say “boy, I wish all Pavement songs sounded like ‘Here.’”

Benefits of Friendship: Twee twits are pretty much guaranteed to be nice, reliable, steadily employed, and inoffensive. They don’t mind packing a little bit of a paunch, so they’ll be willing to eat greasy diner food with you at 4 in the morning without bitching about gaining an ounce.

Drawbacks of Friendship: Two words: Belle & Sebastian. There’s no escaping the fact that these guys like boring, boring music, and they’re going to get uncomfortable if you blast any crunk in your car (and why even have a car if you can’t blast crunk in it?) If his girlfriend dumps him, you will have to see him cry, and his tears and snot will get all in his beard.

Intestinal Blues

I've been recovering from an intensinal flu for the past two days and still have a headache from it. I caught it from my daughter who probably got it from swimming at an indoor heated pool in Harrisburg. Hot and cold sweats all night, in fact I'm starting to sweat now sitting here - now I know what a menopausal woman feels like.

I got my JVC MP3/WMA CD player installed today, thanks to Carrie for buying it, its pretty cool. I had to drive out in the sticks down a muddy rocky road that tossed my poor irritable bowels around, past several rednecks houses that said KEEP OUT or ELSE! but the guys were nice and got it done in about 30 minutes.

Tomorrow I go back to school and I think we practice deep tissue on the gluteals again, although no one better touch my rear unless they want germs. Hopefully I feel better tomorrow, if I don't I'll just have to suffer through it because I can't miss anymore school, I don't need kicked out when I'm getting straight A's.

Carrie and I went out Sunday night to see The Chronicles of Narnia, it was pretty good for the part I stayed awake for - I fell asleep in the first 10 minutes. I liked the many different mythical creatures and storyline, I read they are making a sequel with the same cast, but supposed to take place 1000 years after they came back to earth.

Well time to go watch American Idol, Carrie says those bitchy twins are in jail, that's funny. Those guys love themselves so much they incarnated as twins.

A new start?

I could not sleep last night, but eventually passed out around 6am. I have been struggling for some time over issues with my marriage, and just when I felt strongly again it was getting better. All signs pointed to it spiritually and emotionally.

One dream I awoke from around 3am when Carrie woke me to show me the snow outside I am pretty sure was a past life experience with her, in which I died, its flashbacks I have had before.

The Dream
Carrie was somewhat royalty or from a well to do family, upper class, in a European country, the year I saw was around the 1400s, I saw the number 1490 floating in my vision. I was lower class, I am not sure what my profession was but I was among people and teaching them, perhaps I was clergy of some sort.

Carrie would stray from the norm of high class life and come out among the people and help them, often bringing baskets of food, clothing, money to the less fortunate, and she seemed to not judge those who were looked at as beggars or 'bane to the community' by her family.

She had genuine compassion for those people, and knew the risks, and while in my eye I poorly judged those above me. I did not trust the high class and often told people they were evil and did not care about us, until I saw Carrie helping those among us. Eventually she softened my heart and we fell in love.

The dream changes to her confessing to me just how severe things were and that her father had set her to an arranged marriage, that if she did not honor his and her families wishes she would be outcast from the people she loved and I would be arrested.

So toward the end of the dream I came into the chapel in which the marriage was taking place, and I said before her family and father that they are condemned for denying their daughter true love, and that I could not live without her, and I said "I am asking you now with your heart to make a choice, live with me and we can both be happy, or go with this arranged marriage and secretly live miserable for life."

To which she looked down and then looked at me and said "I love my family, and I can not be with you." To which her father then stood up and demanded my arrest for interupting the ceremony, and as the guards advanced me and my heart was broke I ran and jumped out a stain glass window, my spirit leaving my body before I hit the ground.

::End of Dream::

Second dream from around 7:30 AM.

Carrie and the kids and I were in the car, and I was driving, which is unusual since Carrie never lets me, but symbolically shows I am in control of a situation. We were driving through my old neighborhood in Kreamer, but we were on the way to look for a new house, a cheaper one to live. And Carrie said in the dream she was doing this for the good of everyone, and felt we would be happier in a new place, a new house with a new start and less financial worries.

The road was icy, and we got closer to my old house I grew up in, and the road became very icy and looked almost undrivable, but I managed to make it up the hill with little effort.

We stopped at our old house, and we saw a man out in the back yard, and he was carving some things out of wood. Off at the end of the yard I saw two gardens dried up, but being the winter obviously nothing would be growing, to the side of the yard were several cages full of rabbits. And the man greeted us and the kids asked if they could go see the bunnies. The man said "Rabbits are good luck and symbolic of abundance."

We sat and talked to the man a bit, and Carrie was telling him that I had lived there as a child. I came over and said yep "My parents had this house built, hows it holding up?" And he said "Very well, there's still some good soul to this house."

We talked awhile, I don't remember everything but we told him we were on our way to look at some homes for sale, that we were trying to start over. He commented that "You have beautiful happy children, I can tell they love you both, just make sure you make the right choice. A happy home starts with a happy marriage, good luck to both of you."

The man seemed familiar, and was very humble. Brown hair and glasses, and his clothing was also browns and tans, and a very down to earth person.

::End of Dream::