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Today has been....today. I've had this growing feeling of anxiety today...it's been getting worse and worse. I had a breakdown earlier because I feel like someone is trying to tell me something that I'm not grasping...like there's a message for me but I don't know how to get it. I told Greg we have to go to Wal-Mart. It's time for some black candles (for banishing negativity), some tarot, and some scrying. I have to figure this out.
So we were supposed to go to this cookout for work today. Me and Greg decide to blow it off with Jason to go look at freezers in Fayetteville. We need a freezer because we want to go shopping at Sam's Club, but we have no room. It's been a really rainy, depressing day, so I got a happy rainbow umbrella that's huge. Anyways, we're in the Jeep, heading up there, and Sara calls not a couple seconds after we're on the interstate. During the conversation, she asks if I've talked to Mom, then lets me know that Mike left her and she's moving in with my brother at the end of the month. Apparently they got in a fight about his kids or something...but now my unemployed, overstressed mother who is already taking twice what she used to for her blood pressure is now going to be moving into the small apartment with my brother and my sister-in-law and will probably wind up taking care of their young child often. I feel so bad for her...she's had to go through so much, and things just keep getting worse for her. At least now maybe she'll get with Steve, who is a fantastic guy that would make her so happy. Shortly after Sara told me, the person in front of us slammed on their brakes. In Memorial Day traffic. While it's raining hard.
Let me say this: Greg is a fantastic driver. He saved us from injury, he saved the people in front of us from injury, and he mostly saved the Jeep. Here's what happened: There was an accident about a mile up the road. We were already going around 60 but the people in front of us stopped short. Greg pumped the brakes but there was no way we could have stopped, so he guided the Jeep around the car in front of us, and onto the median (we were int he left lane). In the medians around here, they have these semi-guardrails that are made of thick high-tension wires that go up to about thigh-height. Greg went into the grass after hydroplaning on the road, and hit the median sideways by sort of sliding into it, not head-on. We finally stopped and a couple hours later we got some firemen to cut the cables and free the Jeep. Greg later told us that one of the metal posts we had knocked over had scraped the gas can. We could have died. It was bad. But Greg did such a great job...gods I love him so much.
I also didn't know I could consume an entire Brownie Earthquake in less than half the time it takes to go from Dairy-Queen to home. But after an accident, being right before my "fun-week", and craving one for months, it happened.
Then, after we came home and ate Greg found out that his diabetic grandfather is most likely dying. He's been really sick lately and has been having several mini-strokes. They finally decided to move him to a home because they now have proof that he can't take care of himself. Greg might have to leave this weekend to drive up to PA, which worries me. I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be getting right now...but I think the message is important.
Now, I need a hot bath, some meditation, and some magick-working time.
So we were supposed to go to this cookout for work today. Me and Greg decide to blow it off with Jason to go look at freezers in Fayetteville. We need a freezer because we want to go shopping at Sam's Club, but we have no room. It's been a really rainy, depressing day, so I got a happy rainbow umbrella that's huge. Anyways, we're in the Jeep, heading up there, and Sara calls not a couple seconds after we're on the interstate. During the conversation, she asks if I've talked to Mom, then lets me know that Mike left her and she's moving in with my brother at the end of the month. Apparently they got in a fight about his kids or something...but now my unemployed, overstressed mother who is already taking twice what she used to for her blood pressure is now going to be moving into the small apartment with my brother and my sister-in-law and will probably wind up taking care of their young child often. I feel so bad for her...she's had to go through so much, and things just keep getting worse for her. At least now maybe she'll get with Steve, who is a fantastic guy that would make her so happy. Shortly after Sara told me, the person in front of us slammed on their brakes. In Memorial Day traffic. While it's raining hard.
Let me say this: Greg is a fantastic driver. He saved us from injury, he saved the people in front of us from injury, and he mostly saved the Jeep. Here's what happened: There was an accident about a mile up the road. We were already going around 60 but the people in front of us stopped short. Greg pumped the brakes but there was no way we could have stopped, so he guided the Jeep around the car in front of us, and onto the median (we were int he left lane). In the medians around here, they have these semi-guardrails that are made of thick high-tension wires that go up to about thigh-height. Greg went into the grass after hydroplaning on the road, and hit the median sideways by sort of sliding into it, not head-on. We finally stopped and a couple hours later we got some firemen to cut the cables and free the Jeep. Greg later told us that one of the metal posts we had knocked over had scraped the gas can. We could have died. It was bad. But Greg did such a great job...gods I love him so much.
I also didn't know I could consume an entire Brownie Earthquake in less than half the time it takes to go from Dairy-Queen to home. But after an accident, being right before my "fun-week", and craving one for months, it happened.
Then, after we came home and ate Greg found out that his diabetic grandfather is most likely dying. He's been really sick lately and has been having several mini-strokes. They finally decided to move him to a home because they now have proof that he can't take care of himself. Greg might have to leave this weekend to drive up to PA, which worries me. I don't know what it is I'm supposed to be getting right now...but I think the message is important.
Now, I need a hot bath, some meditation, and some magick-working time.