Dum de Dum dum DUUUUM!

Not too much has been going on this week - the weather has been (mostly) beautiful outside; sunny and fairly warm except for when the wind blows and then you can feel your teeth rattle. Well, I can, anyway.

I developed an Itch about 2 weeks ago now, and it still hasn't gone away. It's not what would be considered The Itch that is usually innuendoed with a yeast infection, in fact it's not caused from anything like that. My current Itch dilemma is that which belong to MY GIRLS and OMFG I've been going insane itching them to death. To the point of having drawn blood. BLOOD! ON MY GIRLS!

So. I attempted to put tea tree on them. That didn't help. I put aloe vera on them. That didn't help. I put pawpaw ointment on them. That didn't help. I even did some weird naked ritual where I invoked some rabid voodoo priest and sold my soul to him, if he would just take away the itch, but that didn't work, and so didn't help either. So as you can imagine, I've been scratching myself into oblivion for a rather long period of time.

Until yesterday. Yesterday I went shopping. All kinds of shopping, really. Food, clothes and knick-knacks. And butter. But not just any butter, oh no. No boys and girls, I found and bought COCOA BUTTER, which has been the be-all end-all of everything for pregnant women for centuries. I figured if it could help THEM out, as horomonal and unbalanced as THEY are, then surely . . . SURELY it could help me. Ooh and it did. It has! It stopped the maddening itches, people! I don't know what it is in this godlike cream (actually I do, I read the ingredients) but it's worked wonders on my girls and they're much much happier now that my long nails aren't raking them apart. They are, sad to say, still bloody sore though. I suppose that will heal in time, once they're positive I won't be scratching their little pointed heads off.

Also, I've been baking lots of cookies lately! And we bought a cake mix yesterday which hopefully we'll get around to making in the next couple of days. I might have to do it tonight if I'm feeling in a chocolatey mood.

Oh, also, I tried out Guildwars and I have to say it still pretty well sucks ass. Hated it during the quick 15mins I had in beta, and hate it now. Good thing I didn't run out and waste any money on it.

I am considering running out and wasting more money with Sony though, to get back into playing Everquest. I ended up reuniting with some old friends I used to play with (until there was some trouble caused and I ended up having to walk away - again) and am now seriously reconsidering going back to play with them. Some of them currently play WoW, but mostly I just miss EQ. Ah Voweless Knight - SAVE ME!

Celebrity Dreaming

Ok, so remember the dream I had about Nick & Jessica? I had another one last night about them too.

D and I were at Sizzlers, and I had just whispered to him that the food cost us $30 (for some reason I was really shocked at that price) and then out of nowhere, Nick and Jessica appeared AGAIN along with a bunch of other noname people. It was all very weird and odd, but unlike the last dream, Jessica and I did not make out. They were just in the dream.

And if that's not bad enough, the other night I dreamt about bloody Britney Spears. Good christ. Apparently she and I were very good friends, and she lived in a trailer but her husband wasn't the piece of trash Federline that we all know. Instead, he was some other guy - short and dumpy with a really big nose, but she was all gushy over him. She didn't even look like she does now - she was a much younger version of herself and not tarted up in makeup. Very weird.

So today I looked up celebrities on Dream Moods and the meaning doesn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense to me:

To see a celebrity in your dream, represents your beliefs and understanding about him or her. Something in you waking life has triggered these similar beliefs and feelings. It is not uncommon that your obsession with a certain celebrity may carry over onto your dream world. Celebrities are often seen as heroes and all that is mighty. Also consider any puns within the name.

To dream that you are good friends with a celebrity, represents your idealized version of someone you know in your life. Perhaps you hope that a real-life friend can act more like a particular celebrity. Consider the qualities that you see in this celebrity and how you want your friends to have those qualities.

What the hell does that mean?! Neither Nick, Jessica OR Britney could be considered any type of a "hero" for me, and I certainly have no understanding about anything with any of them. I'm also not OBSESSED with any of them. I suppose it's possible my dreams don't actually mean anything at all; they could be JUST DREAMS.

Meme in Threes

Knicked from Trinity:

Three things I didn't know this time last week:
1. I'd have another dream about Nick and Jessica
2. I'd be learning to knit
3. Supernanny is actually a pretty neat show

Three things I still don't know:
1. Where I'll be living permanently
2. What I'm going to name my daughters
3. Whether I'll get kittens or ferrets first

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. All of my wonderful friends and family
2. The indescribable happiness within my life
3. All the little "just because" things that are done for me

Three things I could do without:
1. All the cookies I've been making the past week
2. The constant itchies I've been having
3. Getting up in the middle of the night to go pee

Three things I'm afraid of:
1. Throwing up
2. Clowns
3. Porcelain dolls

Three little luxuries I allow myself:
1. Iced chocolate milk
2. Getting my hair done
3. Weekly massage

Three things I'd like to do this year:
1. Spend 2 weeks in the Whitsundays
2. Go sapphire fossicking
3. Buy my car

New Hobby

I've picked up a new hobby - one both fun AND productive! I've entered the wonderful world of knitting. Granted, I pretty well suck at the moment, and I've only done a few plain rows of the thing I'll be making, but I've really enjoyed it. Also, I'm not sure WHAT I'm knitting at the moment; I'm thinking it'll end up being a blanket by the end of it. Or a scarf. But probably a blanket. You can never have too many blankets.

Nearby Beach

Taken June 5th, 2005.

This beach is just 2 minutes from where I live, and was taken in the early afternoon. A little too cold to go swimming, but it was absolutely lovely to walk along.

Envy

I envy people who remember to bring their cameras with them where-ever they go. I envy those people who go out for lunch at a rather trendy healthy cafe and take pictures of what they eat, then come home and blog about it. I envy all of those people who have children and take them to the park or watch them get mauled by the family gerbil or something.

When I go to lunch at a trendy little healthy cafe and sit outside under the dark clouds and feel the cold breeze shred through my sweater and into my skin, and I heartily suck down a huge glass of Iced Chocolate while waiting for the INCREDIBLY DELICIOUS meal of avocado, chicken, cream cheese and cranberries on a thick toasted pita-like-but-not-pita bread (with side salad), I wish that I remembered to bring my camera so I could take a photo of it, and then blog about it later.

Annoyed

I can't buy anything from QVC anymore because they don't ship to Australia and I haven't found anything comparable to them here. GRR!