THis and that, here and there

I wonder what I was doing all week that I didn't have time to write. Or maybe nothing was going on last week so I had nothing to write. Imagine me, without anything to say.
Well there are always things but who cares that I went grocery shopping or that the hideous bruise on my right boob is finally starting to look like a normal bruise and not a portal for something with gnashing teeth and bad breath to leap out and tear out your throat.
The husband pissed me off. No not pissed off. Hurt my feelings terribly to the point where I wonder if I can take it just once more.
I've crafted but I always craft.
And I helped co-investor with his files on Friday.

So there I was this am laying in bed and trying to get back to sleep but I couldn't shut my mind off. I started thinking about who knows what and my mind without its usual rein of Prozac started skipping off down alleyways that were dark and occasionaly just dim.
I've lived a rather weird life. Not quite correct. Weird stuff has inserted itself into my life. My earliest wierd was the time when I saw a huge crab with clacking claws come out of my bedroom wall high above my head. My mother claimed it was just a dream but I was wide awake and know what I saw. Then there were the dressy dolls that I wasn't allowed to touch that stood in a stiff row on a bookcase. Until late at night when they moved about, gossiping and trying out new dance steps. Never told my mother about that. I didn't want to be accused of dreaming... again.
There there was the time when I was near one of my mothers ugly glass whatevers. I looked at it and suddenly it shattered. I wasn't even close enough to touch it let alone knock it from its perch. It did fall, just shattered. Of course, it was my fault. I never lied to my mother so it always amazed me that she thought I was.
Stuff happens to everyone but for me, in no particular order, I was head teller when the bank I was working in was robbed. Not the note pushed across the counter kind of robbery but the guys rushing in with dangerous looking guns, leaping onto the counter and jabbing us in the back with their guns. Now of course, me, in all my glory, was so busy concentrating on what I was doing that I missed all of that. I only realised what was going on when someone nudged me and I looked up to tell him to cut it out. Imagine my surprise to find a guy with a gun pointed right at my chest. What did I do? She who is so smart. I simply told him 'You shouldn't be back here". Uh Huh a real bright bulb.
I met my husband at a funeral. He wasn't my husband at the time, now that WOULD have been weird, and we were married 11 months later.
One of the guys I went to high school with ended up as a mummy on a mountain.
Another guy I worked with ended up as a ghost.
I once left my body by accident and vowed to never do that again. ONly I started leaving while younger son was being born by c-section and the husband pinched my arm hard, to drag me back.
I lived in a haunted house for a couple of years and somehow knew that the house had been built on a graveyard, when the houses (townhouses) were built on what had been farm land and usually new houses aren't haunted. ONly when someone checked the land plats or whatever, she discovered that the family graveyard had been under my house and the bodies supposedly moved. When we looked for a new house, I acted like a dowsing rod and chose the house that 'felt' best.
Then there was the brief time, before prozac, when I was on St John's wort that I was able to find things for people. I don't mean finding the husband's keys at home but people on my email list asking for me to help them find a ring or a certain rubber stamp. I helped with the stamp but the ring wasn't found HOWEVER the person who had lost the ring wanted to know how I knew she had a really big rock in her front yard. I still say that the ring was under the curved edge of that rock. Then the HUsband called from a tutoring student's house to ask where the kid's calculator was. In the wicker picnic basket with the diamond shaped decorations around the edge. The kid got out the basket, was shocked that I even knew that his family had one, complete with the diamond decoration, and found a calculator inside only it wasn't the one he wanted. Hey, it was a calculator foudn where I said it would be, over the phone.
I've had other brief intense flashes like this but they never last for long. I know my power is building when I start seeing things out of the corner of my eye.
Then there was the two attacks by the two pigs this year. The horney boar and then the aggressive mother pig.
I passed Cal Ripkin in a local Target once. I knew the guy looked familiar but I thought he was just a library patron that I recognised. I nodded to him and he looked rather surprised and only nodded back. I suppose he thought I would recognise him and make a fuss. Nope. not me.
What else... I once knew an heir to the HEss oil fortune, the kid whose mother was the voice for Elsie the cow, the kid wore the same leather outfit ALL the time, in summer and smelled worse than a cow, the kid whose Uncle was the Cracker Jack guy from my youth.
Then there was the life lived with my mother and the crap my sister pulled at the funeral and the uproar of the relatives who all seem to be on my side. Who woulda thought?
I know that there is more. I've turned all of those stories into humorous ones. I had to if only to survive.
After all, on my wedding day my mother insited on being the prettiest one there. On the day I gave birth fo the first born son, my mother flew into that labor room and chewed me out because no one had gone out to the waiting room to tell her what was going on. I was in heavy labor in the hospital from 6 am that morning, hooked to all kinds of terminals and it wasn't until 3:30 PM that it was decided that we do a c-section. No sooner did my mother leave that I went into a horrible seisure and had to have an emergency c-section. Youhave to laugh at crap like that. Right?