soupy says

Valentine’s Day has never really bothered me that much.

I guess it is because that my mom always made a nice dinner and gave me and my brother small gifts. I never felt “left out” in high school for not having a Valentine. Now, I realize that it is not the best way for Mom to spend the holiday - cooking like any other day. I also think my dad’s yearly gift of a dozen roses is pretty lame.

Maybe Valentine’s isn’t a big deal because that Russell Stover chocolates taste awful. Or maybe it is because I really enjoy giving my 20 something friends those Valentines you were forced to give your classmates in elementary school because “I love Mud” Valentines are just plain fun.

And for those that complain about the fact it is made of holiday by card companies etc, we ain’t got nothing on South Korea’s Pepero Day

However, this year, I have spent a lot of time thinking about my favorite Valentine’s Day celebrations. All those memories involve friends who helped me celebrate the holiday in a very non-traditional way. I am a lucky woman.

But in the more traditional, cheesey, cutesy vein, I bring you this. Kitties!

Today, Peace Corps received* my medical information.

I have tried to write an entry about my frustrations of not being able to plan my life after May, but I simply cannot organize my thoughts. I’m sure this problem will surface many more times in the next few months, and perhaps I will successfully articulate those thoughts at a later date.

*Well, it got logged in the computer today. Since I sent it two weeks ago, it’s probably sat in various in-boxes.

Yesterday I mailed my medical forms to the Peace Corps and started a new job.

My medical labs got in over a week ago, but I ended up needing a dental appointment because one of the required check-ups hadn’t been done since 2004. After my dentist visit, I swung by the doctor’s to pick up my forms, but I discovered that one page hadn’t been signed. I had to wait until the next morning for this signature to be completed. Every form gave me a clean bill of health. I am a healthy girl. It seems that the only way I wouldn’t get medically cleared is that something in the paperwork got messed up. I hope that is not the case.

As for work, I’m back in retail. I needed something that I wouldn’t feel like a total jerk quitting 5 - 6 months later. It’s my first time working in clothing, and it is my first time not on the cash register. It’s my most mindless job to date, but I’m not going to face customer check-out-line-wrath. Although I am working for another mega-corporation, so far, this one seems to be pretty low on the evil scale. The employee benefits are pretty nice (more so if you stick around long term), and they actually believe in good customer service. All this means I am not working for another Best Buy, and that, I refuse to do ever again.

Uh oh. I have rediscovered the Bravo network.

This evening I spent my time watching To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar, two episodes of “Project Runway,” and “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.” Also, I forgot that Bravo seems to be the only station that shows ads for Orbitz’s Gay Travel specials.

I do want to say, in my defense, that while I wasted precious brain cells on shit television, I crafted and made paper beads. Well, until my glue stick died that is.

I had a pretty weird dream last night. So, for fun I decided to look up symbols in the Dream Dictionary.

A male and female deer got into our house. The male deer ran around while the female deer just lied by the door.

To see a deer in your dream, symbolizes grace, gentleness, and natural beauty. It has feminine qualities and may point to the feminine aspect within yourself. It also represents independence and virility. Consider the symbol to be a pun for someone who is “dear” to you.

To see your home in your dream, signifies security, basic needs, and values. You may feel at home at your new job or you finally feel settled and comfortable in a new environment.

Somehow as the male deer ran around, I got on its back. When I got near the front door, I got the door open and the deer ran out.

A door that opens to the outside, signifies your need to be more accessible to others.

I discovered that my dog was laying outside gushing blood from an open wound on her tummy.

If the dog is dead or dying, then it indicates a loss of a good friend. Alternatively, it represents a deterioration of your instincts. Also consider common notions associated with the word dog, such as loyalty (”man’s best friend”) and to be “treated like a dog”.

To see your or someone else’s pet in your dream, represents civilized instincts. You are keeping your temper in line. Alternatively, it indicates a need for love and acceptance. You are lacking attention from others and are feeling neglected. The pet may also be a pun for “petting” as in some sexual behavior.

Then I woke up.

First of all, you decides this dream interpretation stuff?
Secondly, my dreams suck.