I love thin mints, I could eat dozens.  Not to forget Samoas, who'd of thunk I'd like coconut on cookies?

Anyway, Little Miss Aidan is pre-ordering for cookies until 1/31/07.  Troop goal is 400 boxes per girl, eek!  That will include our booth sales I'm sure.  So if you don't have a cookie hook up - let me know and Aidan can satisfy your craving or addiction ;)  We will even come solicit your door in proper GS regalia if you message me your address.  No payment necessary until we deliver in late February! 

If you don't get a pre-order in, no fear!  Local Girl Scouts keep on selling through March with what inventory we have left :)

One year my dear mother volunteered to be the Cookie Mom.  We had crates of cookies pouring out of our garage.  One of the girls in our troop had pre-ordered a HUGE number of boxes and her mother then told my mom that "She was too busy" to pick them up or deliver them.  Uh, like my parents didn't have things to do either.  So a few boxes were delivered, but the rest we ate.  My good ol' mom and pop forked over the cash to pay for the undelivered boxes and froze the assets.  In turn we had cookies coming out of our ears (okay, freezers) and people knew that a visit to the Hill House that year would warrant a free box of cookies being sent home with them.

if I put a deadbolt on my basement door that could only be locked an unlocked from the inside?  Maybe I can make that my panic room ... OMG what am I thinking?

This is what happens when you are a single female, kick your boyfriend out, have had bad dreams, your mom has bad dreams, and then your male roommate (and the reason you have a male roommate is for the security feeling) takes off for a while.

Every creak and bump and noise is making my ears go up.  So I'm sitting in my living room with my dog and kid watching Thursday Good TV freaking myself out.  I've drank a Bacardi Raz ... am contemplating taking a Klonopin.

Did I mention I'm looking at art of a woman and her two girls raping a man and another one of a cowboy screwing an Australian Sheppard.  Yeah, my baby brother sent these lovelies to me.  The two girls have dwarf like figures.  The cowboys is missing his stirrups.

Aww, I feel a little better now ... funny how your internet friends can help you out and not even be in the same room.

you listen.

At least when it's 11pm and she's had one of her "dreams".

Two nights ago as I'm getting ready for bed my mom called.  First thing out of her mouth was "Kindra, are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

She had had a dream, where someone was standing over my bed covering my mouth.  She'd woken up and was ill, she'd been ill for a few days, so the vomit continued, but she managed to call me and make sure I was okay first.

My mom has been known for her dreams ... maybe I've mentioned this before?  She knew the Smart kid was alive, and even knew who took her - not a name, but she knew he'd worked in the families house.  She'd had a dream, I'd dreamt something similar that night.  We were both painting walls, mine were the color of mocha.  I nagged her to call America's Most Wanted - she did.  They laughed.  She was disheartened and sadly said "I knew they wouldn't believe me"

What happened 6 months later?  The Smart kid's sister comes forward and says the man she saw take her sister was the man who'd done work around their house.  Shortly after they were able to find Emily.  If they'd of listened to my mom would she have been found 5 or 6 months earlier?  We'll never know ... but I know to always give merit to my mom's dreams.  The Smart girl was not the first time she'd come to me with a dream ... normally she'd wake up, confused, come tell me her dream and later that day I'd see something on the news to match it.

Like when John Denver died, she came to me early in the morning and said "Last night I was flying a small aircraft over the ocean, but it wasn't me ... then I crashed into the ocean, but I felt at peace, I was okay with it being my time"  Later that day it's reported that John Denver had crashed his plane into the ocean ... coincidence?  I don't think so.

So I was a bit frightened after her phone call ... I even started to bitch Pumpkin out for not having replaced all my locks last month when I'd bought them.  Who knows who has a key to my place!  He did a half ass job and did the front door ... but hello!  I have two other doors that access outside.  Seriously, what with that still unexplained rose ended up on my front door ... which one of my dumb cats has pretty much ate.  I swear, no matter how high up I put it or hide it he kept looking for it, would find it, then knock it down.  I found it on the ground the other day, all that is left is a stem and some leaves.  The rose is missing.  Probably in his belly.  Mojo, you are a bastard 5 fingered cat.

Maybe her dream was an interpretation of something coming, maybe it was a direct symbolization, or maybe she just placed me in the dream and I actually represented some other female.  Either way, I like to ere on the side of caution.

Especially after the dream I had a few mornings ago.  I'd drifted back asleep for about 15 minutes after my alarm went off.  I was walking to get into the garage in my dream, there were 3 men after me.  I quickened my pace, got into the garage and tried to lock the door.  The lock just spun, the dead bolt would not engage into place.  I saw them walk past through the window, the human faces actually resembled wolves.  I ran to the other door and managed to lock it, then ran to the unlocked door and kept trying to lock it as they began pushing their way in.  I struggled, scared, terrified, then woke myself up.

That evening I found that my locked back gate that leads into the alley kicked in.  Someone kicked it so hard from the alley that the posts bent so the latch didn't reach the post and the gate just swung freely open and shut even with the latch locked.  Freakin trash that lives behind me.  My daughter said her friend told her her cousin had done this ... that would be the cousin of Jeni, the young girl who was killed in the explosion.  All hear-say ... but doesn't surprise me. 

My paranoid self is considering installing wireless cameras to record on my computer ... maybe I can even put one on the front of the house to catch the people trying to qualify down my street.  Everyday between 8 and 8:30, 3 and 3:30 and then around 10 or so it sounds like an expressway from my bathroom.

Recently I signed up to start planning my 10 year high school reunion, okay, no biggie ... Just how do I track everyone down?  Ugh.

I'm also trying to plan a trip to China in April.  I want to bring my daughter along ... but it says to get a VISA she needs to have had a passport active for at least 6 months!  I'm just applying for her passport.  So I'm going to call the Consulate and beg, plead, whatever.  It would be such an educational and inspirational trip for her.  I can't wait until next year because my friend won't be living there anymore and I really want to use him as tour guide.  My dad and mom also both want to come along, but they expect me to make all the travel plans.  Anyone else want to go to China?

And now I'm considering becoming Co-leader for my daughter's Girl Scout Troop.  Seeming as I'm the only parent in the troop that was once an actual Girl Scout.  I've already been enlisted to help with the badge work.  They call me "Hippy Mom" - apparently I don't fit the soccer mom profile, I don't drive a mini-van or SUV, instead I drive a Toyota Corolla with a "Defend America, Defeat Bush" bumper sticker ... oh and I know how to sew, knit, make marshmallows from scratch, and start a freakin fire with flint or sticks.  I'm also not afraid to camp outdoors.

Our last GS trip was to the snow to earn the snow badge.  Instead of going to the GS cabin in Tehachapi we went to Shaver Lake and stayed in a 2700 sq foot house owned by our Troop Leader's parents.  NICE!  I remember when I was a GS, we slept in tents, or outdoors, knew how to read a compass, cook over a fire, build an outdoor stove, and administer first aid.  Amazing what 20 years can do.

Any recommendations out there?

Also, if you know anyone who graduated from Foothill High School in 1997 please have them email me at fhs1997alumni@gmail.com