Tree Frog

treefrogThis little guy hitched a ride with me today.


burpsI’ve been burping more than usual.


ticktick. tick. tick. tick. tick.

I really hate clocks.

I was hypnotized when I was a teenager. I was desperate to remember the fuzzy details of a fatal accident I was in. There were gaps in my memory. And being a control freak, I needed to remember the horror. I thought that it would help alleviate my newfound fear of driving. Well, actually my newfound fear of dying while driving. I had seen death work his magic right before my eyes and I didn’t want to be his next client.

So my therapist thought that hypnotherapy would be helpful.

It wasn’t.

All it did was take me on an flying carpet adventure along a peaceful creek with a beautiful, white bird flying alongside me, over my left shoulder. Then my peaceful ride was interrupted by an annoying tick, tick, ticking. I awoke extremely agitated and went to find the tick-tock.

I went out of the room I was in, down the hall, around the corner, into another room that had a smaller room inside. The tick, tick was in that smaller room.

How or why I could hear it, I had no idea. The therapist couldn’t tell me either. Now I’m stuck with this aversion to ticking sounds.

I really, really hate clocks.

Less time on Facebook

game of thrones bookStill trying…

reading instead of facebooking. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Disney Springs

disney-springsI’m not a huge fan of Disney World, but this was a beautiful night.

Please take off your shoes in the house

no-shoes-in-the-houseSo for millionth time today I said, “Please don’t wear your shoes in the house.”

But what I really meant was, “Please walk through the entire house with your muddy shoes on, then take them off and leave them in the middle of the doorway so I can trip over them.”