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I recently got a new mattress/bed. My husband and I for three years used his brother’s old mattress. We finally decided it was time to get our own, brand new mattress - a GOOD one. I always wanted a new one but was kind of against it… I don’t like to spend money if it’s not 100% necessary. BUT, I gave in, and it was TOTALLY worth it!
We got a California King Sealy Posturepedic mattress. It is SO awesome! When you lay on it, it forms to your body, it is almost like sleeping on a cloud. I dont think it has actual springs like old mattresses have, but I’m not exactly sure how it works. All I know is it was pretty expensive, but worth it. I highly recommend getting a new GOOD mattress to anyone that hates their current mattress, has trouble sleeping, etc. IT’S WORTH IT!
I find myself waking up quite a few times during the night though. I think maybe I am subsconsciouly waking myself up during the night, just so I can feel how comfortable my bed is and so I can think about it and revel in it. Weird, I know.
Oh- something else I learned while purchasing a new mattress- the different between a King sized mattress and a California King is that a King is 16 inches wider than a Queen, but the same length, whereas the California Kind is 12 inches wider than a Queen, but 4 inches longer.

It’s 104 degrees outside!
I was recently in Colorado and it was hot there, but it’s a dry heat. In my opinion, the dry heat is MUCH easier to handle than any other type of heat. We don’t have much humidity out here in Southern California, but it is definately not a dry heat.
It makes me scared to think of how hot it’s going to be in July and August, if it’s not even technically summer yet and it’s already over 100 degrees. I guess it’s better than being in the mid-west and having floods… but still, it’s hard to handle.
Good luck to you all, wherever you live. The weather is getting crazier and crazier. Heat waves, floods, fires, etc.

I recently went to Colorado on vacation. I was born in California, then moved to Colorado when I was five, then I moved back to California when I was 16. I still go back to Colorado to visit as much as I can. I was there for 4 days this last time. It was so awesome to be back home. It is just SO different than California!
The town in which I grew up is very small, less than four thousand people. Everyone drives very slowly, and moves very slowly. Everyone is relaxed, no one is in a rush. I had to force myself to relax, and to not speed on the roads and to just enjoy doing NOTHING. In California, everywhere you go, you are driving so fast, trying to get to where you are going as fast as possible. It’s really sad how life is just passing everyone by out here in California - no one stops to enjoy life for each moment- at least no one that I know!
I’m going to try to stay in the relaxed state of mind. Not worry about tomorrow and the next day and tonight and when my next bill is coming in the mail and what to make for dinner this weekend…. I am just going to remember how it was in Colorado. How each minute seemed line an hour and each day seemed like a week. I truly think that people live longer out there. There is not much stress at all. The weather is beautiful. There is so much open land, you don’t have to worry about overpopulation. You can just look out your back yard and see for miles and miles. No neighbors, no nothing.
I miss my home, hopefully someday I will move back!

Friday I’m flying to Colorado to see some friends. I grew up there and haven’t been back since Thanksgiving, 2005. I’ve been flying by myself since I was 6 years old. The more I do it, the more I hate it. I hate flying! I hate traveling.
Traveling is the most stressful activity of which I can think. Seriously. You have to worry about what you are going to pack, who’s going to drive you to the airport, leaving in time, traffic on the road, going through security, who you’re going to sit next to on the plane- not to mention if you are going to get into a plane crash or not! Will the jet run out of fuel? Will the landing gear come down?
Luckily I have a non-stop flight from San Diego to Colorado Springs, so I don’t have to worry about missing a connecting flight or losing luggage (all of which has happened to me). Also lucky that I’m traveling in the summer so I don’t have to worry about weather-related delays (snow, ice on the runway, fog, etc.).
I am only going for 4 days and will be SO happy to see my friends, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a vacation. I will be super busy seeing people and am leaving half way thru my busiest day at work which also adds stress…
I just dont get what’s so great about traveling. I pay for the place in which I live, because I like to live there. If I wanted to be somewhere else, I wouldn’t be paying rent… I don’t know, call me crazy. That’s just how I feel!
So to anyone that reads this, please keep me in your thoughts.

I have very random, detailed dreams every single night. They are almost always BAD dreams. I hate to refer to them as “nightmares”, though most people I know would call them just that.

Most of the time they are about nuclear war, present day holocaust, terrorism, rape, murder. I have been killed in many of my dreams and when I wake up, I would sware that I really know what it’s like to die. The thoughts that run through your head right before you take your last breath, the feelings you feel in your body, it’s amazing.

I remember in one dream, I was running from a man and I went into a house which I guess was mine, and I hid in a closet and he shot me through the door. As soon as I got shot, it’s not that I felt pain, but I knew what was happening and that I was going to die. I prayed, and I became extremely aware of my surroundings. I started thinking of past things, and future things and the things I would never get to do or see. I also thought about the people I would never see again and how they would feel about this. What also crossed my mind was the man that shot me. Why did he shoot me? What was he going to feel like, knowing that he had murdered an innocent woman?

In another dream, it was about nuclear war, and a big nuclear bomb had gone off. It wasnt that close to me but eventually the nuclear fumes caught up to me. I started to breathe them in and I could feel and see myself slowly dying. At first it was just a little bit hard to breathe. I was running, but had to slow down since I could barely breathe. Then everything started to go in slow motion- and eventually I just stopped breathing, and that was it.

I wonder if dying in real life will be anything like my dreams?

Yesterday I was talking to a co-worker about positive hip hop. He seemed confused as to what it was, and how it could be different than what you hear on the radio. I have many friends that are into the local hip hop scene. They all happen to be Christians, though I don’t feel that they let ‘religion’ show thru into their music, which to me is a good thing. Their music is just like any other hip hop that you hear on the radio, except it’s positive. I explained this to my co-worker and he still didn’t seem to understand. I told him that instead of talking about their Cristal, their money, their girls, their cars, etc., they talk about relationships, the human race, changing the world in a positive way, changing yourself in a positive way, etc.
I’ve been to a few shows where my friends have performed and it is a completely different scene than anything I’ve ever seen. The people are all there for a reason. These musical artists are trying to change the world, one word at a time and I find that so inspirational. You don’t realize how bad the music on the radio is today. It has no meaning, there’s no good inspiration, it’s just words and sounds with no meaning, and that’s sad.
OK so back to the original story - I showed my co-worker a Youtube.com video of my friend performing a song. He watched it and said that he felt like a jerk. I was confused, didn’t understand what he was talking about. In a nutshell, he said that because this whole ‘world’ that I was talking to him about was so good and positive, the fact that he was so completely different than that made him feel bad…like he wasn’t doing his part, wasn’t as good as he could be. He said to me, “Let your light shine.”

You never know how certain people are going to be changed by seemingly ‘everyday’ topics. I love that about this life
I thought it was very interesting for it to have that type of effect on this guy,

I have 2 cats, both are boys, both are black and white. My older cat, Cootie, is 7 while my younger cat, Phyre (originally was short for Sapphire since he had blue eyes) is 2. Since Phyre is still a young cat, he always wants to play and loves attention, and MUST be wherever I am when I’m home. I’ve had both of them since they were little babies so they are truly like my children, and I am their mother. Cootie loves attention on his own terms. He’s turning into that “grump old man” type of cat. Often, when Cootie is wanting attention, he will come to wherever you are and then gets so disappointed when Phyre is there. Phyre will either chase him away and try to play or he just takes over whatever it is that Cootie is trying to do (eat, drink, get pettings, etc).
So the other night I was sleeping, and normally Cootie sleeps on my pillow with me, while Phyre starts out laying next to me and then goes down and lays across my feet. On this particular night, Phyre was laying next to me and Cootie also wanted to lay next to me (again, only on his terms of course). Cootie kept walking up and down the bed, trying to figure out where to lay, and was very frustrated. Finally he layed down on the other side of me, right on the edge of the bed about to fall off. It made me realize that 2 was definately a crowd for Cootie.
I often feel bad that I brought Phyre home as a playmate for Cootie. Cootie was 5, used to being an ‘only child’, and here comes this new kitten that is getting a TON of attention…and sometimes I feel like Cootie holds it against me-of course I like to assume that cats are able to have human emotions and thoughts. I always am telling both of my cats that I love them both and that they are both the cutest cats in the world, but I have definately learned my lesson on this subject