Ran @ MindSay 
so far.
this morning i ran a 9 mile race.
i've never ran that much before, EVER. much less a race.
and i finished. not last.
:D
Sometimes I just feel like running away. With my beautiful bebe of course. I'm afraid of the bank trying to reposess some of the stuff we own because we are unable to pay them. I feel like I'm depressed, I think that Cal is trying to avoid me or something, he seems to take every opportunity to work, even on his day off-- today.
I just don't know :(
In this nightmare, something big was destroying my town. Everyone was fearful for their lives, but things calmed down as soon as people thought that the threat was gone. When everyone came out of hiding, they discovered huge piles of corpses. It didn't take long for us to find out what had made these piles; huge, robot-type things. They started chasing down everyone, killing them, and throwing them into these piles. It was like some sort of new age holocaust brought upon by a robotic Fuhrer.
I was all alone in the nightmare. I didn't have a family to run too. I kept searching for people who would help me, but no one would. When the robots came, I managed to find three teenagers who said I could stay with them at their house. We ran and ran for miles, dodging body parts, and occasionally stopping to hide from the robots. We eventually made it to a small neighborhood. Trees had been uprooted and houses destroyed.
As we ran towards their house, I spotted in the distance this thing... it was hideous. It was about 18 feet tall and all hunched over. It had a deformed human body, but a child's head. It's mouth was filled with chipped teeth, but they were all razor-sharp. It was chasing after a couple of people and was gaining momentum. It pounced on this man and began tearing hunks of flesh from his back. The man was screaming and trying to escape, but he was trapped under the creatures huge, taloned feet. The monster leaned down and tore his head right off and spit it out. I had seen enough and continued running.
We finally had reached this house and we all stepped inside. There were 4 people there already - a mother, father, and an aunt and uncle. They didn't seem relieved or happy to see the kids at all, but they weren't angry about it either. It was like they were indifferent to the children's safety. Nobody acknowledged me, so I sat down on an old, brown couch by a window. Only when I had calmed down did I realize that I was inside my grandmother's house. I was filled with sadness, because my grandmother had died a year ago.
I immediately woke up as soon as I realized it was my grandmother's house. My chest is still a bit tight and my hands are a bit shaking. I was going to wake up my dad, but I figured I would let him sleep since it's only 7:00 AM.
I hate seeing things about huge disasters or the apocalypse. I don't like to dream about it or watch TV about it. I don't like the idea of being abandoned or being in some building somewhere, hiding, and worrying about whether my parents are alive or dead. It scares the hell out of me. It terrifies me.
The kids and Randy had a grand laugh at my expense tonight. I have made no bones about HATING and being somewhat FEARFUL of snakes. I don't care if they are the lenght of my hand and only have a fat lil head, I kill them if I see them or go high tailing it back to the house to either grab Randy or now my fearless of snakes daughter DeLaney!
Randy called about 7:30 this evening. I wanted him to get a hold of his mom to find out how his sister is doing with Chemo and Radation for her Breast Cancer. That is a different blog. After he talked to his mom and was flabergasted over how she yet again showed how shitty of a mom she is........again a different blog he called home.
I talked to him for a bit and let him know we were having a ruff afternoon and evening. And then past the phone off to the kids to talk. I, in the mean time, let Spud out to go potty and grabbed a hold of Dooley's collar to put him back on the chain for the night. Dooley wasn't happy but he knows better to fight mamma.
So we walk across the drive near the house, by the propane tank and the piles of wood; heading up to his dog house and where his chain is at. It is up a slight hill to a level area. I have a pair of black chucks on, a pair of cut of sweats from 1995 and a tank top I wear to clean. This should be pretty normal right! WRONG!!!!
I take a step down with my right foot (knee is doing good by the way) and I feel a bump underneight my foot and there is noooooooooo tree or stick nothing in the area. Next thing I know, I feel a lash of something meaty and scaly on my ankle and foot! I look down! GASP! It is a Bull Snake! Bigger then the one I took a pciture of!
I was standing on it's neck! I jumped a mile! I could have cleared a pole vault height! SCREAMED LIKE A LIL BITCH seeing Bret Michaels (sorry been watching Bret Michaels Rock of Love). Let go of the puppy after about strangling the poor thing. I scared him soooooo bad that he brough down one of his massive paws right on the middle of the snake and my foot! Tripping me on my ass with in inches of the dayum snake who by this time is rightly pist off! My knee is now killing me cause of that lil business! I looked in that dayum snake's eyes and promptly screamed like a bitch AGAIN!
Ever see a 30lb over weight gimpy thick hot mamma get up and go running back to the house like Big Foot was after her for some hot ape loving? Well if you haven't I am sure it is a funny sight! Coltin was walkign out to the mudporch when I gimped ran back into the house while on the phoen with his dad, becasue they all heard me scream like that lil bitch, including Randy on the other side of the line, and Randy sent the kids out to check on me! I then ran my poor scrawny son over gettin into the kitchen!
My tits were heaving so hard that I thought I was going to give myself a fat lip with them! When Coltin handed the phone back over to me, Randy was laughing so hard because Coltin had explained that I had stepped on a Bull Snake and I was all muddy from falling right next to it and I just was screaming because of the snake!
I have mean and cruel children and a hubby for laughign over my tramatic experince with yet another snake! Fuckers!
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my rough draft for an argolog cartoon: the destructive and rated R content found in english books assigned to kids in english.. opinion input?
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