Luna Tail

This was a busy Monday morning. In the morning the Maid Service came… which is just hectic now that we have 8 dogs. They are very nice, but the dogs bark and I want to keep them away from the maids because not everyone likes dogs (not sure why, but there it is).

There were 2 maids today and they did a good job and I just love the house when they are gone. I swear I am bad at cleaning. I don’t know how to do it efficiently, plus I hate doing it. I couldn’t do what they do in three hours. Takes me a whole day. Probably because I always get sidetracked.

Maybe next Monday I’ll try another busy day, and get some plastic surgery in Beverly Hills, CA for kicks.

This was not a good dream, either, though I don’t remember much of it anymore.

There was a guy who was experimenting on people and he would cut their heads open, in half, and examine their brains. There was no pain involved but it was creepy. Then he would do some more stuff and turn them into walking dead people. Not really zombies, and he wouldn’t really kill them, he would just transform them.

And then I remember being in an open top Jeep with Tom and Diane from the 4400. We had a baby with us (not sure whose it was, Diane’s maybe) and there was another baby that we stole because it held clues to the cure for this thing that the evil experimenter guy was doing.

It was not a good dream. I dislike bad dreams. It left me with a bad feeling in the morning.

Ah the ongoing, never ending, eternal trauma of burning DVDs. Hrmph. I bought Roxio yesterday. I decided I needed to buckle down and get a good program where I can make menus and arrange my videos and pictures and burn them onto disks.

And so of course many problems. First is, of course, learning the software. Took me a while to figure out which app to use that would do what I want. Okay figured that out. Got my minidisks from my camcorder and imported a couple of them with the handycam software. Well, then Roxio couldn’t read it. Hrmph. Used Roxio to import… okay fine, but instead of having each scene it’s own little movie, it’s bunched into one big movie. Ugh.

So I know I read about detecting scenes… off to read about that. Okay then I finally figure out that when I’m creating the DVD with the menu, I can then split the movie into chapters. Okay cool! So I load up a test DVD and burn, and put it in the DVD player and it works yay!

(Okay I get the couch back, two of the three dogs on it just jumped off lol.)

Anyway, so then I load up all my movies from minidisc, arrange the menu, import them all, arrange titles and everything… and cool thing, looks like all my minidisc movies will fit on the same DVD. Burn it… put it in the DVD player after a long time of burning, and… no menu.

Ugh! Okay blah. So I go back in, take out half the movies and reburn. Stick the DVD back into the DVD player on the TV.. and it works! Woo Hoo!

So I wasted one LightScribe disk. Figured the next disc would be a cheaper kind to test. Worked, though. So now I am copying the cheap disk to the LightScribe disk which I will be giving to my friends who came to camp with me.

So learning curve, eh? Computers are such a pain. Can’t live with ‘em, Can’t throw ‘em out the window.

I went to bed around 10pm last night, and slept pretty well until about 4am. My stomach got upset then and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I had Hudson (smooth collie boy) on one side of me, and Levi (my own collie) on my other side.

I don’t remember dreaming last night. I do wonder if when I don’t feel well, I don’t dream well, either. Seems to be a pattern.

This dream diary is fun. I can really keep track of and look at commonalities in my dreams. I even want to blog every day, whether I dream or not, and see what influences my dreaming.

I have the world’s worst eye lashes. I don’t know how to wear makeup, I will admit that first off. When I was a kid doing makeup and hair was extremely anxiety ridden. I could never get my hair to work right and remember crying over it more often than not. And I didn’t really have anyone teach me how to wear makeup. My Mom doesn’t. My sister sometimes does. And my friends, I don’t know why, either didn’t wear makeup or just didn’t help me figure it out.

I’ve always been anxious about things I don’t know. Feeling like I should know more than I do. I’m 40 years old, I should know everything about makeup now, shouldn’t I? So it’s hard for me to ask for help.

Anyway I digress. I bought some mascara because I think my eyes are really washed out. I have pale skin, blonde hair, and pale eyelashes. But my eyelashes are thin and when I put mascara on, they point inwards towards my nose. Even without mascara they do that. They also stick together. Maybe I shouldn’t by grocery store mascara? I just don’t know.

Anyway, when I get frustrated I just sit down with some wine coolers and watch some TV and forget about it.

Ugh, my little baby mouse that I take everywhere I go… and plug into my laptop via the USB port, seems to have died. The drawbacks of this are many.

As I eat prunes and type, my touchpad is getting sticky… yeah I know, I shouldn’t eat and do the touchpad but I can’t stop either. And I keep hitting the touchpad when I type, because I don’t have it turned off now. If I turn it off it takes me 3 seconds to realize it’s off. Yeah I know… sometimes I just have blonde moments.

Plus, I have to go buy a new one, which I really don’t want to do. I wonder if the Husband has an extra full sized mouse lying around somewhere.

Well, Friday is a good TV show night, and I’m sitting back getting ready to watch Flash Gordon on my leather home theater seating… err, well, I wish. I’m on the couch instead. But it’s comfortable enough. I just wish SciFi broadcast in HD.

Suffering from anxiety most of my life, I have sought many self-help books and tapes and programs to boost my self esteem and reduce my anxiety. I recently had the opportunity to listen to the life coach DVD series, and I want to say, it is very good indeed!

The first CD goes on about a purpose statement. I like this idea. A purpose statement has to say something about who you are. Not “I am a woman who…” I know I am a human/woman/whatever, and so that is not acceptable. I have been thinking about what I can use as a purpose statement for myself, it has to grab other people’s attention, too, and make them think.

Another CD goes into depth about fear… no fear is something I have dealt with all my life. Mostly because of my anxiety. They go hand in hand for me. Since taking the meds, my fear and anxiety have both dropped dramatically.

So what would be a good purpose statement for me… I’m still thinking and will post it when I get one ironed out. It would have to be about, of course, dogs, and my contribution to the dog world. Rescue and training. Maybe something about contributing to people too, in how they deal with and think about dogs. Hrm….

Anyway, if you need a boost, I would highly recommend Clay Nelson and his CD’s on tape. Check out his website for more information!

I remembered another dream! Maybe it’s just starting to come back.

This was kinda like last nights dream, it started out the same like I was in a hotel, and even at a conference. But it resembled the TV show Eureka and my ex was not there. It was a conference of very highly intelligent people.

When we were leaving, there was a man who was mostly bald, who I just took too immediately. He didn’t want to go out with me, but I persisted and got him on a date, and finally he went and had a good time. He didn’t think he had the time for a date. He thought he was too far. His work was too busy…

Actually, that is really like Episode 23 of Eureka I just watched last night.

Okay I finally broke down and went to the doctor today. Pffft. I hate going. I think it’s part of my remaining, lingering anxiety. I feel like I have to have physical proof or else no one will believe that I am sick.

Well, the doctor (actually, they nurse practitioner) said that I probably have allergies, and probably had a virus a couple months ago that caused a lot of mucous that caused a bacterial infection. Ugh. Well, sounds good anyway. I feel like crap. Run down, head hurts, face is all stuffy, neck is still crackling when I move.

So she gave me some allergy meds and some antibiotics and told me to get a nasal spray for at night. She also gave me a nasal spray for the allergies. Hrmph. I don’t want to have allergies! But I better face facts, and start treating it so I feel better.

Now back to work…

Had an odd dream last night. Again I think it was somewhat from dog camp. I dreamed that I was on a really fun trip, but it was sorta a hotel, and I was with my ex. He was fun to be with and we had a great time. Met some other people who wanted to fool around (yeah sexually) and it sounded like fun. The dream didn’t really go there, though.

I swear it lasted all night. The part I remember most is the end and packing. We had four dogs with us (go figure) and three of them got onto the plane with the rest of the relatives. Kinda seemed similar to the last dream I blogged about.

Anyway, my ex wanted to talk to one of the big wigs. At one point he wanted a new outfit, rap type, with baggy pants, but he came back without the outfit. I was packing in a frenzy because we were going to miss our plane, and remembered to put my knitting in my carry on so I could knit on the plane. But we missed the flight. My ex’s friend he’d made was going to, then, get us on a private jet with our last dog. I think it was Levi. So we could get home.