The Psychic Experience

One of the recent items I've added to my "List of Things I Want to Experience/Do" was to go to a psychic. I hadn't really been interested before, but my friend Sherry has been talking for the past couple of years about these two really good ones she has come across, so it has peaked my interest more than usual.

I go to Silver Spring, Maryland for work the week of October 20th and Sherry lives within a two hours drive and I make plans to stay over a day to see her new place and spend some time with her. We also plan to visit one of the psychics she likes so much!

Sherry is very excited for me but I am a little nervous what the woman will say.... and I admit, I'm also a little skeptical.

I go in for the $50 half hour session and she asks why I am there and tell her honestly, "I've wanted to go to a psychic but wanted to find a reputable one and Sherry told me about you." She explains right away she doesn't give 'bad news' so already I feel better, but I am still a little shy around new people.

After reading a few cards, she says I am "closed" and no letting energy out and she can't read me too well. I guess she says this because I don't relate to the things she is telling me. I deliberately (as you are suppose to) not give away a lot and let her talk as she asks every once in a while, "does this make sense to you?" I guess in a way........ she was asking if any of what she was saying rings a bell about my life. I say "no" to most of the things the first 15 minutes and we both kind of giggle at the experience but she says again I am "closed" and "hard to read." All the while I really want to hear if she gets things right!

The first set of cards is just for me, i.e. about me only.

The next set of cards was specifically for relationships. I finally let out a few things about my Mom and she gives her "opinion" or "advice" based on the new set of cards she is using. The "relationships" cards was a much better experience. Her topics/advice/senses would focus around what card she flipped over at the moment.

She did get many things right about my relationship with my Mom but overall not correct. She did mention at one point "your ex husband" and I had not even mentioned I was married, so that was cool!

I asked about my current male relationship (a guy named Keith I see every once in a while from Shreveport) but I thought her responses were more related to Tony (my ex husband) than my "new little friend."

She did suggest some things about my Mom and I will take those to heart - it's good advice.

Overall, I was not impressed and thought she was more grasping at things she "felt" about me and my Mom. I also think she gives advice or suggestions, kind of like a therapist-type person would do.

I am glad I did it and may do it again some time - again with a reputable, recommended person, - just for another experience. I hear it takes a couple of times with a good person for them to "sense" you better. Sherry even said the first reading with this woman didn't go well but the subsequent ones were much better.

I did like the woman very much.

Oh, and I thought it was pretty cool I was able to take notes - 30 minutes of info is a lot of things to try and remember!

Nine Year Liquid Drought Ended

I haven't drank alcohol since August 1999. I remember the night/day like it was yesterday. I drank throughout my 20s and drank too much, quite honestly.

I made some rules for myself to be "responsible." I didn't drink under three scenarios:

1. If I had to work the next day,
2. If I had a pool tournament the next day,
3. And I wouldn't drink or drive.

Since my boyfriend at the time was always out of town, I didn't have many chances to drink b/c I was always drove myself to the pool hall or pool tournaments.

Well, in August 1999, I was in Las Vegas to see my boyfriend play in a pool tournament. I wasn't playing pool, didn't have to go to work, nor do I drive in Vegas (cabs everywhere), so I drank! Since I hadn't drank in a while, the alcohol hit me rather hard and I drank WAY too much.  Way...  :(

As I flew home that early afternoon of the next day, I was still drunk and called my dear friend June who suggested I shouldn't drink anymore.

That was the last day I drank alcohol...

Until... Oct 18, 2008.

I was at a tournament and after my last match of the night on Saturday night, I walked by this guy i was seeing and took a sip of his soda, but it was spiked. I couldn't believe it! I kind of stood there in shock as I watched my friends take shots. I piped up and said I would take a shot, being bold, but they didn't hear me. I dared them again and this time they heard me! They got excited and even hugged me! We took out the Captain Morgan Spiced Rum and we took a shot. Everyone had a chaser but me - what's the big deal? I used to drink Jack straight!

I got dropped off at my hotel, stayed up with my full tummy, was online for about an hour or more and then went to sleep. I was hoping I wouldn't be hung over in the morning, after all, I had a 9am match and hadn't drank in 9 years, but went to sleep around midnight.
I woke up just fine, got ready for my tournament and proceeded to snap that bitch off!!! (that's a story for another blog)

So, I wasn't hung over, but told a few friends (and even my Mom) that I had drank and they were just as shocked as I was with the words coming out of my mouth. While I felt I "held" my liquor well that night, I sure did want more and more shots. That's my weakness - don't want to stop. EEeeek!

So, will I drink again? I think so. I think I will. :(

Sleep (Deprived )

I haven't slept too well since July. I'd go to my bed, get in bed, and lay there for hours and hours, thinking and thinking, and not falling asleep. Waking up a lot in the middle of the night, thinking some more.

I finally started to take some Tylenol PM so I would FALL asleep. I would definitely sleep, but my body didn't FEEL like it slept. The nights I didn't want to take that, I'd take some Percogesic. I don't think that helps, but it makes me THINK it helps. At tournaments, I'd take Alka Seltzer Plus - that always worked in the past to help me sleep AND ward off ailments from all the smoke and germs from the pool room.Well, this week it's happened - I slept! For three nights in a row, I have had dreams for the first time in months! They weren't anything special, but I finally FELT like I had a good nights sleep AND had dreams - both a GREAT sign. :)

I hope this keeps going. I hate to take pills. And I do love sleep. I haven't slept past 830am on a day off since I can't even remember...... maybe a year?

What does that feel like? To SLEEP IN? At this point, I'm not complaining....because.... at least I am sleeping this week! Yay! Cross your fingers for me to make it last. :)

Weekends

My weekends are special times for me.

Sometimes I go out of town and the WHOLE weekend is taken up. I leave on a Friday evening come back late on a Sunday night. The whole weekend, gone, but yet the time away necessary for my soul. A little mini-vacation.

But, depending on what I am doing over the weekend depends on how much I do in the evenings the following week. Running a tournament all weekend is EXHAUSTING. Just playing in a tournament is tiring, but not exhausting. Going out just one night of the weekend (like to a casino on a Friday night or a Saturday night tourney) is not too bad, but turns my two-day weekend into one day of laziness and that leaves only a one-day weekend left.

The weekends I stay home completely, I fill with early morning movies, practice and errands and then doing things around the house. Those are awesome times!

Each weekend has its own special touch, though. A good practice; a good movie; accomplishing tasks; taking risks and trying something new, different, and out of the ordinary for me; playing in a tournament and adding to my arsenal by absorbing learning experiences; spending time with my Mom; volunteering at billiard events; working on websites, and yes, sometimes just doing "nothing" (which is a rare occurrence).

Sometimes I go out of town and do something non-pool related but that is not very often and is usually associated with a trip for work.

So, my weekends are pretty much defined as just three types. Either:

Refueling,
Mini-Vacation,
Or
Accomplishing tasks (which is a never ending invisible list of things to do at home, outside the home, and online, LOL).

And EACH type of weekend is so different from the other, yet each type is still so very special to me. Each one I cherish and embrace and love. Each one has its own significance and reason for helping me live the life I live.

I am truly blessed.

It's That Time of Year

Summer is over.... Fall is in the air, the air feels cooler on my skin. What does this all mean to me?

It means the sun will not be out as long in the evenings. It means it wont be as hot outside. It means I will be unhappy!

I LOVE the Summer! I LOVE the heat! I LOVE that it's so stinking hot that everyone hates to walk, while I LOVE to work in the yard and get some sun, increase those endorphins, and sweat!

I will miss the Summer. I will try and make the most of it. Will I wake up sooner and take advantage of that sunset I see through my little bathroom window every morning when I have to empty my bladder an hour or more before the alarm goes off? I don't know.

All I do know is... it saddens me. I am finally lifting out of my depression and now I have to fight the urge to not form a fist and hit Fall square in the jaw!

I just hope my depression stays at bay. Sometimes I can't control that...

Okay, I will open my eyes to Fall/Winter... I know my Mom will love to have central heat for the first time in her life, just like she has enjoyed central air conditioning for the first time in her life this past Summer.

For those that love Fall/Winter - imagine me sticking my tongue out at you! LOL!