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Name: Karen
Gender: Female


Interests: Acting like a good little house wife ;-) Watching chick flicks and action movies. Yes I'm a little screwed up.
Expertise: Convincing people I know what I'm doing. I am so good at that, that I have almost convinced myself I know what I am doing.
Occupation: Pharmacy tech


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Member Since: 10/9/2005

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Friday, November 06, 2009

Last night I woke up from a horrible dream and couldn't go back to sleep until I found Moon and gave her a hug.

Chera and Curtis were digging a huge pit in the middle of a park. The pit of course had something to do with missions but I have no idea how. I was running around like a gleeful idiot holding a huge cat when all of the sudden I noticed the ground under the swings was moving. It looked like a muddy river. Then I noticed the pit had become full of quickly swirling, muddy water. Right when I noticed this Moon ran over to get a drink and fell in face first.  I ran over to help her out but she never bobbed back up. I jumped in the water to grab her but she wasn't in there anymore. As I was feeling around in the water looking for her I found out there was a large drain at the bottom of the pit that lead to a underground river. I realized my poor doggy had fallen face first into this drain, no chance for her to get away or anything! Apparently the pit Chera and Curtis were digging happened to be right over the beginning of the river, at some point in time someone had decided it was dangerous and filled it in so no one else could get sucked under.

I had the hardest time falling back asleep after this. All I could see when I closed my eyes was Moon falling into the water.


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Today when I had just gotten in my car after work the phone rang. It was South. I figured they were calling to remind people that school is starting again next week. No such luck...

"I was calling to ask you why Imlay City high school is telling us you didn't graduate from there?"
I...
"(no break for a breath) we called the GED center in New York..."
*interrupts the lady who never learned how to talk to a person* I was home schooled.
"they have no record of you graduating any..."
I was home schooled.
"WHAT? You were what? You put Imlay City high school on your application."
I didn't. It says I was home schooled. I lived in Imlay City.
"Well where are your transcripts?"
I faxed over a copy before I signed up for classes and I...
"Well I'm going to have to talk to the adviser who is taking over for me. I'll find out what is going on here since your school hasn't sent us any transcripts. Ok? Well have a good..."
THE transcripts were also mailed over to you about a week after I started class. Before I signed up my adviser told me because of the huge difference in state laws that the school would accept me as is. His name was...
"Well I am going to have to talk to your new adviser about this because Imlay City high school is saying you never went there."
I spoke to B.E. and he showed the state laws, my diploma and transcripts to the head of admissions and he said it was fine.
"What is the name of the institution your records are kept at and your testing was done? There has to be something official."
The laws in Michigan are very different from the laws in Georgia, there is no one is charge of home schoolers.
"Well I'm going to have to talk to the new adviser about us not having your official transcripts. You have a good night. Okay?"

Okay.


I could picture her head bobbing from side to side the whole time she was talking. It's very rare that I get to talk to someone who is so bubbly and so dense.






Saturday, September 26, 2009

Yesterday I lady at my window asked if I was ready for this cold weather. This is a nice lady who we talk to quiet a bit when she comes by so I told her there isn't cold weather here. She asked where I was from. I told her Detroit. "Ah that makes sense. I'm from Ohio. I still don't understand why people think it gets cold here."


Friday, September 18, 2009

The mind is funny thing. Last week we were watching The Next Generation. The episode was filmed in 1990 or so and there was a kid in the show. The first time I saw him it started bothering me that I knew him from somewhere else.

Look familiar to anyone else?



By the middle of the show I figured it out. It's Matthew from Dr Quinn about 3 years before Dr Quinn was made.


 
Some how I not only remembered him from a show I haven't seen for 10 years, but I was also able to age progress him and recognize him. Huh. So why can't I remember 3 things to pick up at the store without a list?




Sunday, July 19, 2009

Thoughts from an Army wife.

  And another great Jenny!

 


 




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