Just Another Day...

Reading over my previous posts... it would seem I am a pretty Morose person. Yeah, I guess that's right from time to time, but not always.... just so you know. lol

Today I feel very blank. Like the lights are on, you know, but no one is home. I even tried listening to music all morning and nothing seemed to light that fire. Funny the way it is, when you think about it.... I always have to look forward to something. If I don't, living seems like too much of a chore.

Let me clarify I have NO thoughts of suicide whatsoever.

Just thinking on computer, I s'pose.

Anyways, things in my life are looking up, actually. I just moved in with the greatest man I've ever known and our kitties are getting along famously. The new place is fantastic and I'm so glad he and I share similar taste in decor, as my preference tends to be slightly odd... with my post mortem pictures and voodoo masks. Thursday we will get Internet set up which means free reign for World of Warcraft!! STOKED.

So... I really have no idea why I'm writing today. Guess just needed a little window to the outside world, sitting here in my cubicle.

Make the Best of What's Around....

GrooGrux King

When my mother died, I felt a crack in my heart. When LeRoi died, I felt a crack in my soul.

I read an article yesterday about DMB's new "get up." Butch Taylor, the pianist who's played with them for years, resigned not long ago and is being replaced by non other than Tim Reynolds himself. Crazy to think Tim is now officially a member of DMB. Crazy to think Butch Taylor is gone.

A young man by the name of Coffin is replacing Roi. I got to see him live last year and he is a phenomenal saxophonist, but when I see him play I see sadness. All I can feel when I look at Coffin is that huge hole where LeRoi should be. Like I said though, he is talent all around and I don't think DMB could have chosen a better replacement.

/sigh

So many changes. DMB has been the ONLY constant thing in my life... they are my family. Seeing them go through such hard times is very difficult for me. Dave said he really hopes the remaining members don't try to 'imitate' Roi...

God, with Roi and Butch being gone... I can't help but fear the worst. The day it is announced that DMB will be going separate ways will be a heart breaking day indeed. lol Listen to me... going on like a crazy insane, stalker fan. haha hardly. Just passionate, I s'pose.

They will never be the same, and it's completely understandable why. At least I had Roi's beautiful music for as long as I did and at least I know DMB will still always be there for me.

It's just...

Seeing my soul change like this is kind of hard to take at times....

How I wish to be Mayfair

You know, I love World of Warcraft. Yes I am a nerd.  (prepare yourself for geeky WoW talk)

So, my character race is called a Draenei: an odd cross between a gargoyle and .... goat...? Sounds hideous but actually she's quite beautiful. With dark purple skin and dark red hair, she rocks the World of Warcraft. Mayfair (of the Mayfair Witches) is a mage, meaning I get to stand back and blast the hell out of enemies with my wicked cool spells. Have someone you'd like to turn into a sheep? I'm your girl. I can make potions for my guild or enchanted stones to enhance my play. I can port my party to any city I wish (instead of taking the ships or griffins), or whip you up some tasty Mana Strudles. Basically, in a nut shell, I rock.

(Nerd!)

The game is facinating, detailing down to the tiniest butterfly flying around a random forest. The cities are filled with everything from taverns to get your character wasted, to toy shops where you can buy a motorized gorilla. Alchemy shops and black markets (where I bought a KICK ASS ghostly skull who follows me around).


I could rant and rave for hours about this.... not that you care. Then again, you are reading the mindless blog of a stranger.

So if you ever get a chance to play World of Warcraft, please do. It's a mind trip and will get you longing to live in this whimsical world.... of warcraft.

>:)

/nerdydmbchick

Southern Belle

Sheesh, my heart is longing for the South so badly... I can even literally taste the salt in the air. I've never lived there... only a few visits, but it's where my soul was born. I can't figure out, though, if its New Orleans or Savannah...

I've always wanted to just pack my shit and go. Leave everything behind here in Arizona. Unfortunately I have severe ties to this state I cannot break just yet... but now more than ever I'm feeling the need to breathe Southern air again. I'm going to seriously start planning a trip in hopes that will satisfy my thirst for now, but I fear it won't quench it.

For years I've lived a secret life in my mind that involves the life of a gypsy, you know, just picking up and leaving whenever the wind blows too hard. Working when I need money, sleeping when I need sleep. I don't know what's been stopping me. Fear? partially, but not entirely. I know I can do it... maybe it's a fear of leaving the familiar. No, no that's not it.


And THIS is what I mean when I say - My head won't leave my head alone. I need to just shut up, close my eyes, and DO it. But there is so much I'd be leaving behind.... including some dear friends and an awesome partner. My family? eh, I can live without them for a while for sure. They're better loved from afar if you know what I mean.

*Sigh*

For now I'll just keep surrounding myself with morbid pictures of Southern cemeteries and breath taking plantation homes. Send good energy my way, though, please.

Good intentions to make the right choice at the right time....

Office Space

My own personal living hell.

I know rarely do we end up where we expect in life, but really? I was not meant for this. If you've seen the movie "Office Space," you have an idea of my life Monday - Thursday and Saturdays: 7am to 3:30pm. It's a not-so-cozy office in the North Valley, my work I will keep anonymous for reasons (again) I know you'd understand.

The office is full of stuck up women who don't smile, probably because they're afraid of actual HUMAN contact. A majority of them speak Romanian.... which is just what I want to hear all day long.

One of my older sisters is the head executive of HR. I thought this would be extremely cool at first, until I realized she's no different at work than outside of it. She's controlling in her own, sick, sadistic way... and unfortunately feels the need to try and fill my mothers void in this world.

You see, she and I have different mothers but my mother took care of her starting at an early age. Sister has had to live her entire life with everyone telling her which woman to call "Mom." This is not fair to her, I completely understand but my mother is gone and sister needs to accept she is never coming back. I'm 10 years younger than her and I've already got that down. Working with her means having her in my face constantly, trying to say and act the way she thinks Mom would. And believe you me, she is WAY off.

Anyways, I got a promotion. Unfortunately I didn't get it the way the main character in "Office Space" got his. I'm being thrown into this position for reasons I haven't quite figured out yet, but there is certainly an underlying issue here. I think it has to do with the fact I've been trying to transfer departments.... and they can't afford to loose the person ell. So hey, lets promote me and hope I stay. Forget the fact I have NO idea what I'm doing and when I ask for help my supervisors turn the other cheek.

All I need is the red stapler and a name tag that reads: Milton.

Anyways, I hope one day I find my place in this world. THIS company certainly isn't it. I've made a few small friends here.... but honestly if I could leave tomorrow and never see any of these people again, I wouldn't loose any sleep.

I drag my ass in here 5 days a week, just to find I'm fighting nodding off for 8 hours a day. What a waste, huh? I totally know. It seems I've traded one prison for another. So why am I still here? Well, it's not where I need to be, but it's not where I used to be.

Just another stepping stone. But I am SO over this one. I'm praying the universe will send me the next phase in my life soon, because THIS is ridiculous.

Weedjle and Me

Hell yes. I buy it. I smoke it. I love it.

And that's all I have to say about that.

Where has all the music gone?

You know, it's so sad to me that more and more people are uneducated when it comes to music. I talked to someone today at work who doesn't know who The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Tom Petty, Dave Matthews, Janis Joplin, John Lennon, or Daniel Lanois are. Can you believe that? This guy is MY age. Granted, I'm only 26 and have the mind of a 45 year old, but still! How can you not know who JOHN LENNON was?

Ugh, music is becoming so obsolete and it makes me sad. =(

This weekend I went to the "Art of John Lennon" exhibit in Scottsdale, AZ. It was so amazing to see his handwriting right in front of my eyes. Framed (and on sale for over $5,000) was the lyrics to Imagine..... written by John himself on parchment. Just to be able I've say I've SEEN that in real life is such a blessing....why doesn't anyone understand that?

A while ago I met a 15 year old boy who asked me, "Hey, do you know who Beethoven is and if SHE is still alive?" WHAAAAAT! 15 years old and he doesn't know who Beethoven was? No, he didn't know, but he talked for a fucking hour about "fox racing" and going to the sand dunes. What the HELL are our schools teaching these kids?

If I had more money I would help keep music and art in our schools.

You know, I've never wanted children....but when I hear things like this I think, "well maybe I NEED to have a child just to put some hope back in our future."

"You may call me a dreamer, but I'm not the only one."

Please help me by spreading the good music. PLEASE.

No reason, No Rhyme

Today, I'm just writing as a journal entry. No reason, No rhyme...

It's my lunch break at work. I sit around these 3 women who are from Romania and though they are pleasant to talk to, these women drive me insane! They sit allllll day long talking a thousand miles a minute in Romanian and if I ask for help with anything they discuss it amongst themselves in their language... and instead of explaining the issue to me, they just give orders and walk away. Ahh my "Office Space" job... I don't know if I've mentioned where I work; I have 2 jobs. This one, I will keep anonymous for reasons I know you'd understand. I am an entertainer at a topless club for job #2. It's so weird.... 2 completely different lives I live... and I'm bored with both.

Anyways, I've decided I really don't want to dance anymore. I get so tired of pretending to care what my customers have to say. It seems no one has anything interesting to say anymore. I can't stand what society dubs as "cool," you know? John Lennon, Dave Matthews, Janis Joplin.... THAT'S cool to me. Books, movies, and spirituality....THAT'S cool to me too. Not motorcycles, muscles, and who can drink the most beer. Being a topless entertainer isn't as easy as one would think. It takes a lot of self control and patience....I'm loosing both. When I go to work, I find myself smoking on the patio all day to avoid the men that come in... which means I don't leave with much money anymore. At least I'm not stuck, like some of the 30+ year old women I work with. I have an "out," but the economy is down so bad right now... being a single girl living on her own doesn't exactly mean an easy-does-it schedule.


Random....I told you, No Reason, No Rhyme.

Anyways, I saw Coraline last night. My buddy went with me... we got SUPER stoned before hand and let me tell you, if you get the opportunity to do this, please take it. That movie is insanely bizarre. I absolutely loved it.

The voices and "shadow people" I encounter are getting more and more intense as the days go on. Last night a dear dear friend of mine was crying because she had just lost her dog. =( I could feel her hot tears on my face and hear her crying. When I text her, she admitted this is what she was doing at that moment. I know it's an amazing gift I've been given, but sometimes I have to ask myself, "what is the purpose?" Why was I given this? I don't see how I can put it to any good use, you know? It's more .... just..... there.

Well anyways, thank you for reading my pointless blog today. lol I hope I find you feeling well, my friend. Have a good one.

Cheers

My Shadow People...

I call them this only because I have no other way of explaining them. I see them everywhere... on the streets, in the mirrors, outside my home, in a store, in a car... After my accident I started seeing these "shadows" and they never speak to me or even make contact (with one exception I will get to...), but I can see them and I believe they are aware that I can. They have no detail to them, just a sillouette-like figure and they react to the things people do around them.

For example, the other day I was at the market when I saw a "shadow person" follow someone down the frozen isle. It was a woman in her 40's, dressed in a suit. She was nothing out of the ordinary. It followed her all the way to the frozen corn where it stopped, placed a hand on her shoulder and turned to look at me. I stood, staring for a moment until the woman looked at me herself, with obvious confusion. As though to say, "what the fuck are YOU looking at?" I quickly turned and acted as if to be picking out some frozen dinners... when I looked again it was gone.

Are these "shadow people" angels? Maybe just beings from another place, I don't know.

Once I was buying an energy drink early in the morning at a gas station. As I was walking to the counter (not paying attention to where I was going), I suddenly saw from the corner of my eye a "shadow" shoulder check me so hard, I threw my arm back and jumped about 5 feet in the air. The kid at the counter (probably no older than 16 or 17) had the most shocked look on his face.

I said, "did you just SEE that?!?!"
"Uh....No...." he said, not sure what I was going to do next, probably.
"You didnt just see that thing run into me? Right here?"
"No ma'am, I didnt."

I stood staring at him for just a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I just shook my head at myself and said, "okay then. thanks."

I bought my drink and got out of there before he called the police.

LOL

"shadow people." What are your thoughts?

My lucky 39

What a weird number to have as your lucky one, huh? I started noticing the number 39 pop up in my life when I was about 13. I was waking up every single morning within the hours of 4am and 6am... all with the last two numbers on my clock being 39. Since then, always the number finds me! When I was in my accident I had 39 stitches inside my abdomen. It happened at 11:39 am. The only time I've ever won the lotto... the winning number was 39. And after taxes I won 239 dollars.

I'm not sure I would consider this a "lucky" number, being that I died the second time at 12:39 (exactly an hour after my accident happened). But then again, I never feel horrible when I see the number, just a strange familiar feeling. Someone once told me it's a sign that I'm "on the right track in life."

I've been teased about it in the past... being told I'm copying stories such as that movie, "Number 23." Well here's the thing... I don't have to add things to 39. The number 93 means absolutely nothing to me. I don't have to LOOK for the number...because like I said, it always finds ME first.

Weird...

Disgusting!

You know, I heard a story today that made me sick to my stomach. I think my new job should be the job that Karma has. I have a lot of great ideas for those disgusting people in this world...

The story I heard was about some kids in England who were caught holding 2 puppies over a bonfire, watching the fur singe off their tummies.

What..... the.... FUCK.... ???

Ugh!! Utter disgust! Dave Matthews quoted once: "There's evil people, but they still came weeping out of somebody's vagina...."

(the puppies lived, by the way. So that's good...)

The Greatest Woman I Ever Knew...

She had red hair and green eyes. She grew up in the Amish community. She loved the Bee Gees and she loved Dave Matthews Band.

She was my mother, Ruth.

She battled what started as breast cancer for more than 7 years. Most of my memories of her involved her illness... I can hardly recall the days before the cancer. She suffered through endless Chemo, radiation, and even a bone marrow transplant.... and I can count on one hand the number of times she complained.

She died exactly 2 weeks before my 18th birthday. She didn't see me graduate, didn't help with my dress the day of my wedding, and she wouldn't be there if I ever had a child. My entire family was torn apart by her death and none of us have really healed. I don't think anyone really heals after something like that. Its sad, my family and I have turned our backs on each other (which is a long story for another time)... and that's not what Mom would have wanted. But how was she to know things would be this way without her?

November 14, 2001 I was pulled out of my science class to be taken to the hospital where my mother was told she wouldn't live to see dinner time. A lot of things were said between her and I that day, but the one thing I remember the most was when we talked about DMB.

You see, my mother and I had an agreement: We would not see Dave Matthews Band live without the other one there. When her time came, we still hadn't seen them. I said to her, "Mom, this is not fair. You cannot die today! There's so much we haven't done together. Who will I see dmb with?" she told me, "The next time they come to town, I want you to go see them. And when you see Dave up on stage....when you see him in the spotlight... thats where I'll be, in the spotlight."

A few hours later she was gone. Out of my life, forever.

Why, though? I'm sure if you, dear reader, have lost a loved one you've asked the same question. WHY? My mother was everything that defines beauty... and now she is gone. Turn on the news tonight and you will see rapist and child molesters. Why not them? Isn't that a horrible thing to say?

Horrible or not: I'm sayin' it. Think I'll make a bumper sticker that says, "Tell your God to stop picking on people with cancer and pay attention to the child molesters." lol Could be a winner...

The homeless guy and the flower

This morning before work I stopped at a local gas station to pick up a few goodies and I saw a homeless guy leaning against the dumpster outside. There was an empty field next door littered with trash and such... right in the middle was a weed with a pretty yellow flower popping out.

So, I picked the flower and without saying a word, took it to the dirty man slumping on the ground. He didnt say anything for a few seconds, then he looked up at me and sighed, "thank you, young lady. That's exactly what I needed today."

I just smiled and said, "right on."

Thats all it takes sometimes, people! Spread the love....

All about my death...

Death? yeah, I know what that is...

June 23rd, 2003: I was driving to a sisters house when I swerved to miss a dog on the highway. Speeding? yes. Wearing my seat belt? yes, but it didnt matter....4 weeks later I woke up from a coma in ICU. What had happened was this:

There was a dog on the highway. From the looks of it, he was homeless and starving. Knowing better, I swerved to miss it. I sped out of control and flew into oncoming traffic where I was hit by a truck. Pronounced dead at the scene and was gone for about 6 minutes. I was flown by helicopter to a nearby hospital where I flat-lined a second time, this time being completely dead for almost 10 minutes. My family was told "if" I ever woke from my coma, there was a 94% chance I would be brain dead.

Ruptured my spleen and gallbladder, tore my liver in 2 pieces, and collapsed both of my lungs. Broke my hips and pelvic bone, broke both of my feet, and broke the back of my skull.

When I woke from my coma, I couldn't talk due to the great number of tubes protruding from both my mouth and chest. Apparently there was a nurse in ICU who could understand sign language and for 4 days after I woke, I spoke to her using my hands. Please understand, dear reader, that I do not even know how to spell my own name in sign language. I knew things about the doctors and nurses, personal things. Things about their children and their private lives. How? I don't know how, but it just came into my head as they walked by.

I've heard (as I'm sure you have also) stories of people who have had a near death experience and discovered they had developed a gift of some sort. I believe this has happened to me. Before my death(s) I didnt have any abnormal capabilities , and let me tell you.... since then my life has been one hell of a roller coaster ride.

Let me take a moment here to talk about dmb. There was a period of time after I woke from my coma when all I could do was sob. No matter how much morphine I was given, I just wouldnt stop crying. My father said, "I know what to do!" He ran to the nearest Walmart and purchased a portable CD player and DMB's Crash album. He says as soon as he put those headphones on my head and pushed "Play," the crying stopped. I listened to that album on repeat for more than 2 weeks...

Aaaanyways, Back to the story...

I was told by my doctors I would never walk again due to the way my hips and pelvic bone were broken. Any weight put on my legs would re break the bones because they didnt heal correctly. So I spent 4 months (at 19years old) preparing to give up horse back riding, dirt bike riding, hiking, swimming, modeling, 4x4-ing, and many other cherished hobbies. Alas, my stubbornness prevailed. 14 months later I was walking, with a cane mind you, but still....walking on my own 2 feet again!

It's been a very long haul since then... full recovery has not been something I've reached yet, and its been almost 8 years. I walk with a cane on occasion now, but still am dealing with mass amounts of pain. I try not to complain though! I beat all odds and am a miracle, yes, I am very aware of that.

As for the events since then? The voices, the visions and the people I see? Ahhh, thats a story for another time...

So the next time you get in your car to go for a ride... think of me, my friend. Be sure to put on your seat belt, just hit the dog and go the freakin speed limit.

Something you should know...

Let us call me, Dancing Nancy, shall we? I feel this is appropriate as my heart lies with the Dave Matthews Band. As I tell you of the events in my life, you will understand why. I've been down many roads, witnessed many troubles, survived many tragedies, and been blessed in more ways than i can count....

From Marriage to Divorce, from my mothers death to my own (twice!), from 2 rapes to drug addiction, from at times, agonizing psychic abilities to constant chronic pain... working in a strip club to working in a cubicle. Living my life as a bird in a cage to recently breaking free.... And in one way or another, Dave Matthews has sung about all of them.

If you are a fellow dmb lover, please let me know, as I would like to know my readers can understand the love and respect I speak of.

So sit back, dear reader, and be prepared to say, "No freakin' way..."