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For the last few nights, I’ve been dreaming about running. What does it mean? Why am I having this dream? I’m a researcher by nature. It probably does nothing for my credibility that I use the internet to research (fine, reputable source that is and all), but I need something quick. These running dreams are driving me nuts. So I Google “dreams about running”. Here’s what I got:
Dreaming that you are running away from someone indicates an issue that you are trying to avoid. You are not taking or accepting responsibility for your actions.
Running is a traditional symbol of health and vitality in addition to being a means of fleeing potential danger. Thus running could be considered a dream of virility, as well as fear.
Dreaming of running competitively should be distinguished from dreams that have you running to or from something. If you are simply running with no goal, it may be an indication that you need to slow down in your every day life.
Out of those three explanations (because there were more… MUCH more), I’d say I’m just plain running. Not running from or toward, not running for my life. I’m not scared when I’m running. I’m just… running! The dream starts that way and ends that way. I’m actually running for exercise, but everyone around me is running faster. And, in my mind, I keep telling myself to just keep going, don’t stop running. And I don’t. Such weird dreams as this, I know my subconscious (or God) is trying to tell me something. And I hate when my dreams are muddy and open to all sorts of interpretation like this. What does it all mean?
What are some of your weird dreams?
FEAR No. 032 – Missing Your Calling
June 29, 2009 by NaysWay · 4 Comments
Tim Robbins as Andy Dufresne
I have mentioned within the pages of this site my calling – knowing what it is, figuring out what to do with it. I am Queen of “What Ifs”, and it’s hardly ever “what if” something good. I am the reincarnation of Chicken Little. What if this fails? What if this goes wrong? What if I can’t do it? What if no one likes it? What if I’m chopping down this big tree in this really dense forest and I’m all alone with this chopping and I’m finally done with the chopping when the tree decides to fall but there’s no one there to hear it?”
See what I mean?
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iPlay: Michael Jackson (1958-2009)
June 26, 2009 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
I’m sure, like the rest of the world, I had no intention on highlighting my music with the death of an icon today. Also, like the rest of the world, I don’t think I realized what an impact this man’s music had in my life.
Everyone knows. Everyone’s heard. It’s sad. 50 is not old. All night, I’ve been watching news broadcasts highlight his life, showing vintage photos, listening to the different official celebrity statements offering condolences to the family, all the while thinking: 50 IS NOT OLD. I’m waiting for someone, anyone, to tell me this is a joke.
Speaking of jokes, poor Farrah Fawcett. I’m not saying she’s a joke, but how funny the biggest tragedy of her life is her beauty overshadowed her career and her desire to be thought of as a serious actress only to have one of the hugest music icon of this time die on the same day, ultimately overshadowing her again! That’s got to be one pissed angel in heaven.
I don’t like to do social commentary. Everyone has an opinion, they’re entitled to it. But there’s always someone out there who thinks they’re right above all else. I didn’t create this site for anyone else’s soapbox but my own, and I refuse to get into pissing matches. But I will say this: Media. Please. Give the man a break. Let his body be cold in the ground before you start attacking his character, hounding his family, and rehashing every troubled aspect of his life without even giving a thought to his tremendous career. Sheesh.
I’ve heard the saying “the eyes are the window to the soul”. If you have the chance to look at any photos of Michael Jackson today, pay particular attention to his eyes. They were so big and expressive… but they were so, so sad. Everything I’ve ever seen him in – from his youth until recently – there always seemed to be this lost, tortured person in there to me. He always made me want to hug him just looking at his eyes. I hope wherever he is, he is feeling some comfort and love.
In the meantime, I plan on rocking out to some MJ today. (This song always gets me into trouble for dancing at my desk.)
Maybe bust out a few Thriller moves in tribute. I had such a crush on him during the Thriller album, it should have been against the law. Then again, I don’t know too many people who didn’t feel the same way.
Rest in peace, Mike. You deserve it.
Why Celebrities Don’t Need Twitter Accounts
June 25, 2009 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
This has bothered me for months. I hear a lot of other average-joe-bloggers complaining about the same thing, but for surprisingly different reasons. No matter the gripe, the end result is the same: Celebrities don’t need Twitter accounts.
Who really cares what I think on the subject, right? I mean, if celebrities want to tweet, they should be given the chance to show the world they’re just like everyone else and use this micro-blogging phenomenon originally slated for non-celebrities. At least I’d like to think this was the case. I could be wrong. I haven’t spoken personally to the creator of Twitter. But, like I said (typed?) I’d like to THINK this was the case. Let me give you an example of why I might be wrong…
Recently, Perez Hilton was punched in the face for calling a Black Eyed Pea member that famous “f” word that rhymes with “maggot”. I don’t like that word. I cringed thinking of another way to phrase it. There are so many reasons I’d love to punch Perez Hilton in the face. Being called that word wouldn’t incite my reasons, just give me another one. That’s probably what happened in this situation. He’s a tool. He has it coming no matter what slang term he uses. The Internet was abuzz with details. TMZ (of course) had video footage. Let the :15 second melee begin. Then you to go Twitter and apparently John Mayer and Perez are having a pissing contest on whether or not Perez deserves every bit of pain and suffering he’s going through right now. Actually, that might be a bad example because that was HILARIOUS! Have you seen it? I already love John Mayer. (His music. He’s kind of questionable as a person.) And he’s an avid Twitter user. My gripe is people (us fans) fawn over his every word proving we are sheep. However, in the Perez situation, it was just necessary to read that conversation if for nothing but the sheer entertainment value of John’s wit and Perez’s lack thereof.
Maybe I’m just jealous. Quite possibly. But here’s my reasons why celebrities should resist the land of Twitter. Feel free to add on:
1.) Twitter does not have “official” celebrity accounts. [UPDATE: They just recently started with “Verified Accounts”. This is still in the beta stages.) So when you think you’re following the real Tina Fey and find out it’s Habeeb from New Jersey, who’s going to look like the idiot?
2.) Average people already spend too much time as it is with celebrity worship. Do we need to give them yet another outlet to inflate their already huge egos?
3.) You’re in Paris. You’re in Germany. You’re on the beach. You’re on your tour bus. You’re in the studio. You’re getting swag. We get it. You’re famous and rich. Get over yourself!
4.) If you have not personally put us on the guest list, we don’t want to know what party you’re hitting tonight. Do you want us to come and stalk you? Do you? I’m smelling open invitations.
5.) Yet more ways to make the little people seem insignificant: you only follow other celebrities. Following: 47; Followers: 1 million+. Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for your Spring fleecing.
6.) Privatized celebrity accounts: Because, really? What’s the point?
7.) Tweeting @replies to Oprah. Oh, so many ways I could go there. But I won’t.
8.) Attempts at regularity: You’re a celebrity. All hopes of regular life went out the window with the first advance/first million dollar paycheck/first hit song/first tabloid headline/first stay in rehab.
9.) Celebrity Tweets are being featured as news. And praised. (eg. “Ashlee Simpson posts Bronx Mowgli Pic on Twitter!”) WHY?!
10.) Yet another example of how regular people don’t have lives. Check. Mate.
*BONUS* You are following no one, but have 1 zillion followers. Well, aren’t you all special in your golden palace? We are sheep and you’re out to prove it, you pompous so-and-so (except for Maxwell because DUH-ROOL! SWOON! HEART ATTACK! And I’m dead.)
I would ask all normal, non-famous people to shun the bright, sparkly lights of celebrity Twitter accounts. Don’t follow. It’s only a trap. We are all mosquitoes drawn to the neon blue phosphorescent light only meant to zap and kill us should we tread any closer.
But who am I kidding?
High Drama
June 24, 2009 by NaysWay · 2 Comments
Oh, my goodness. This girl.
I don’t know why we even bothered giving her a name. When the nurse asked me for her name, I should have just said, “That Girl”. I love her with all my heart and soul, but she knows the right buttons to push on everyone to get them worked up. She’s trouble. All day trouble. Call the police-trouble. I think I just killed my kid-trouble. Dangle her out a window-trouble.
I used to think Mooter was the more dramatic one between she and her sister… until I started doing Booger’s hair. Booger hates getting her hair done.
But Booger likes looking “piddy”, as she calls it.
I used to have to bribe her just to get her to sit still in a chair. Look, the Wiggles are on! Let’s watch Mickey Mouse! SpongeBob? How about Yo Gabba Gabba, the show Momma hates? What if I gave you a cookie? A turkey sandwich? Cheese?
Once she got a little older, she’d mention how she wanted to look as pretty as her sister did after I’d get done slaving over her scalp (kid’s got a lot of hair if you haven’t noticed). “Don’t you want to look pretty, too?” I’d ask. At first, she was on to me. “No.” Then Mooter helped me out. “C’mon, Booger. Don’t you want your hair to swing around like mine?”
Swing? Did you say “swing”?
Like a supermodel?
Like a princess? Like the diva I know I am? Why yes! Yes, I’d LOVE to swing my hair until my brains fall out! Thank you!
Combing used to be a challenge. But after a good dose of “swinging”, I can get the girl to do almost anything I want.
Almost. (Angela Davis keeps it real, yo! This is the definition of “out of control”.)
Booger? Are you going to sit down in the chair for me? Could you please sit down now? “No.”
What if I beat you senseless? “Um… OK.”
Reader(s). If you’ve had a hard time understanding why Kate Gosselin supposedly spanked her child, I’m going to need you to take a long, hard look at parenting. Different strokes for different folks, and I am an advocate of the belt. Spare the rod, spoil the child. It’s in the Bible. Look it up. It’s my favorite verse.
I come from a long line of spankings. I got them. BFam got them. We haven’t knocked over any liquor stores or joined any gangs. At least not that I’ve known of. And, in retrospect, we probably had them coming.
You see what I mean? She’s asking for it. Drama. DRA-MA! Unnecessary. You can’t hear it, but right now she’s going “eeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”. I’m a patient woman, but I can only take so much.
Not every instance calls for spanking. Sometimes it calls for imitation. Typically, when my kids want to whine, I whine with them. Then they look at me funny. Why. Because I sound crazy? Guess what? So do you. Let’s all do it together: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Oh, NOW you think it’s funny, huh?
What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done to get a drama queen/king to cooperate?
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