Missed phone call

You see, I always have the people I talk to the most, programmed in my phone as A Joe Blow. Or A Mom
Then it's listed first in my contacts (A starts the alphabet!).

I somehow put my contacts in my moms phone and I haven't fixed it.

Anyway. My momma has been sickly, so she went to take a cold bath.

When she got out, she had a missed call.

Missed call from A Husband at 8:08pm on 7/24/12. His phone number, the way I programmed it in my phone.

This is the second time this has happened to her. Last time was in January 2012. Back then I called the number, to find it had a new owner.. I told him I had the wrong number.
Sad day to find out your DH's phone number has been given away.

We have a TON of weird stuff happen around us. I can't even begin to list them all.

This week, my smoke alarm(s) randomly started beeping.

I walked from room to room, trying to find the smoke detector.
It wouldn't stop.
I would walk out of the room.
As soon as my ass hit the couch, it would beep again.
It went on for like an hour.
It finally stopped when I was getting ready to rip all of them out of the ceiling.
He saw my crazy and was like "Oh fuck, stop! I pushed her insane!"


Today in light of the phone call news, I am starting to think the smoke alarms were S.

Last year I went to a psychic. She told me S. messes with electronics, but he says I don't realize it.
Turns the light off, etc.

I thought I would document this phone call.
And I'll start documenting all the random shit that happens to me and my mom (she gets a ton of stuff, jealous!).

I promise.

Surprise dinner

I had a dream I surprised S. with dinner at a new fancy restaurant.
When we got there, they told us it was by reservation only.
I was butt hurt, I wanted to surprise him.

S. said we have reservations under my name.
I was excited. He was surprising me with dinner at the same restaurant I wanted to surprise him with!!

The waiter came, and took us to a waiting room.
He told S. "It's time to get you ready". Him and S. walked off.
I could see them at the table. The waiter was doing S.'s hair, putting make up on him, etc.
Getting him ready for our date.

I sat in the waiting room, I could hear the people and waiters cheering. They were getting ready to announce the best dressed table. Everyone had fireworks, and was rushing around to get back to their tables.


I sat there, looking at all the plants I was surrounded by.
There was one I thought was really cool.
It was a round fish bowl, filled with water, with  moss growing on the bottom. On the top of the water, it had long pink flowers growing.
I remember thinking so simple, yet so pretty.

A woman came in and sat down next to me.
She said "Alright, from one designer to another, what do you think of my plants? What would you want delivered to you? Flowers in a vase or a plant?"
I said her designs were beautiful, I would rather have a plant, or flowers, that I can plant in my yard. I said "Sure, flowers are nice, but I they die.. I want something I can keep forever".
I told her how pretty her design with the fish bowl was. It was so simple, yet gorgeous!

Around this time, S. came in. Said "Alright, it's time to get you ready".
He started putting makeup on me and doing my hair.
He said "There, you look beautiful".
I said "Can I see my makeup?" Reaching my hand out for the mirror.
He said no.
I was like "AH Come on!!"
He handed me the mirror, and I was surprised at how pretty my makeup looked.
I had a brownish eye shadow on, dark pink lip gloss, and glitter all over my face.
I looked at him, he looked so handsome.
So real.
So alive.

I was wearing a levi skirt, with black knee high stalkings and black boots.
He was wearing a white, button up dress shirt, with black slacks.
He looked like the person I married years ago.
Our waiter then came and said "your car is here".

We got into the limo.
It drove us up a cobble rock road, through the mountains.

We got to a log cabin in the woods.
I remember looking at the cobble rock road, admiring it's beauty.

When we walked into the cabin, there was a older lady in the kitchen cooking.
She said "Aw, you are here just in time".
She hands S. a roll of wax paper, and says, "Will you please say grace?".
We sat at the table, and her husband joined us.

As we sat down, S. said "I don't pray to god".
The older man said "Well then who do you pray to?".
S. said "John Doe" (I don't remember the name he said, so that's what I'm going with).
The older man said "Why do you pray to John Doe? The only thing he accomplished was successfully committing suicide".
S. said "Exactly. I admire that. I can't even kill myself, with multiple attempts under my belt. I live with the pain that I can't even kill myself successfully".

I remember sitting in my chair, suddenly flooded with the memory of his attempts.
Hurting that the only person he prayed to, was someone that successfully killed himself.

I was then woken up by my alarm.

The dream was so real.
S. looked so amazing.
The date was so perfect.
Until it ended with reality.