Climbing a real mountain is not always fun but it usually challenging and rewarding. Some say that the mountain may represent spirituality while others suggest mental development and self-awareness. The most literal interpretation of climbing a mountain is that it represents attainment of goals. If you are ascending a mountain you may be are working hard and trying to accomplish your goals, whether they are spiritual, emotional, or material.
If you ascend a mountain in your dreams, and the way is pleasant and verdant, you will rise swiftly to wealth and prominence. If the mountain is rugged, and you fail to reach the top, you may expect reverses in your life, and should strive to overcome all weakness in your nature. To awaken when you are at a dangerous point in ascending, denotes that you will find affairs taking a flattering turn when they appear gloomy.
Dreaming of climbing a mountain represents spending a week on Chapter one only to realize that it’s probably not a the best way to go. It’s not a total waste – I’ll rip it up for parts – but it’s discouraging. I hate to hit a snag just as we started out.
In my head New Year somehow meant that everything will suddenly be easier and better. It’s symbolic of a fresh start. But the reality is laughing at me, because some arbitrary calendar date doesn’t mean that tha fatigue of the previous year has been magically wiped away. It’s the eleventh and I don’t have much progress made. Argh. If I take too long on the first draft, the revisions on BAYOU MOON will come in and hit me in the head like a stray meteorite and then I will have to switch back and forth between two projects. Some people can keep all the balls in the air at once, but I’m usually a “finish one project” type of person.
We will now pause while the male members of the audience snicker because I said balls.
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Alrightly now, I think we’re all good.
Since we’re on the subject of men, I thought I’d let you know that I’m considering a legal separation from Gordon. The other day I went into the bedroom and noticed that he occupied a much larger space under the blanket than normal. When the blanket was pulled back, I discovered that my husband was cheating on me. Guess who had under the blanket cuddling by his feet?
I have do say, Del is the strangest dog. She is chronically unable to sit still. She will pace and wander and bark at random things and find things to eat on the floor. As Kid 2 put it, “You could put her into a completely empty room and she will end up chewing on something.” She will also grab a chewy toy, clamp her teeth into it, and lay teeth locked on her goodie, eyes closed, whimpering softly. She’s not hurting from biting, because any sort of hard-to-chew toys are devoured in record time. It’s just one of those inexplicable things, like the cats and a blanket. (We own several synthetic blankets – I’m not sure what this type of fabric is called, fleece maybe? – that make the two younger cats lose all sense. They stick their noses in it and purr like runaway bulldozers.)
But if you let her under the blanket – which I absolutely refuse to do, furniture and beds are off limits to canines – she will lay utterly still. As proven, when I tried to awaken Lord Panda from his nap and found her under the blanket.
I don’t even let the cats on the bed.
Maybe I should knit her a sweater or something.
Oh My Dear Lord, I’ve turned into an old lady. Me and my dog in a handknitted sweater. :head slap: I go now. I need to use my Wii Fit. I can’t help knitting or getting older, but at least I can try to be in better shape.
Wii is goog, very good! But the day after, when you awake unable to lift your arms due to a lot of intense competition with Super Mario Kart, you’ll still remember you’re not sixteen anymore!
My cat Zero love fleece blankets, either if they’re on you (you = fastidious human pillow that keeps breathing thus disturbing the well earned rest of his majesty) or are abandoned in strange place where he can’t comfortably lay down! Or IN a dark wardrobe for the matter..
How in the world do you keep cats off the bed? Gracie the wonder dog does the same soft toy in mouth/whimper thing, strange.
I stare at them and say, “You don’t want any of this!” And they leave.
My parents have had 2 dogs that needed sweaters. One was a miniature dobie and she was always cold. Loved the sweaters. She would be upset when they fell off. The other is as small as a chihuahua, but she isn’t, we haven’t quite figured out what she is since she is a pound puppy. She doesn’t really care for the sweaters, she much rather cuddle, but if she has to wear the sweater she will.
Hardfast rule #1 in my house – Dog stays off the bed. Of course that doesn’t keep her off the couches no matter how many times we tell her. On the old note, my oldest son, all of 8 years old, decided I was old this weekend. He said, “Mom, you sure must be getting old since I’m getting better than you at Mario.”
My cat sleeps under the covers with me every night, my husband on one side and the cat on the other. My son has a golden retriever who sleeps with him on top of the covers. We are too easy in our house. How do you keep cats off the bed???
Fortunately my hubbie and I agree, dogs are okay on bed. It’s easier for him since she’d lie up against him, she’d put her feet against me and push. She wasn’t very subtle about my place in the pack…..
It’s funny, both of us would run to bed to stake out our territory before 100 lbs of dog could get there.
See, in our house, the bed belongs to alphas and alpha childrens. The dogs are at the bottom of the pack in their own hierarchy.
That’s why it’s so good my hubby can play alpha with the dogs. He never needed lessons from the Dog Whisperer, just I do, any dog that was just raised by me would be more than likely be spoiled and ill behaved and hated by everyone.
To tell the truth, both of us enjoy sharing the bed with dogs. When we dogsit for friends our bed can be over run.
They do have their own doggie beds though and Del does sleep with Kid 2 more often than I would like. She keep her safe and all that.
our cats love to come on our bed. I don’t really mind… well except that fenris sometimes thinks sitting down on my stomach is a good idea. usually, I don’t agree with him.
our cats do all kind of strange things, too. kira wakes up, and starts to meow loudly. we then look at her and ask: “hey what’s wrong?” she just closes her eyes and naps on. *shrugs* and she likes to sit in front of her catnip-mice and talks to them. I swear.
DHs dog, Nellie, a brittany spaniel. Loves to snuggle under the blankets. She would love nothing more than to sleep with DH every night. But I don’t allow her to sleep on the bed. See in her mind, I am the other woman. She was there first. I came around later. She has claimed the guest bed as her bed. I can’t keep that bed made. She burrows under the blankets.
My dog, Sid, a pound dog, will lay on the bed with me for a little while at night but when actually sleeping occurs he gets down and sleeps on his bed.
We don’t have any kids. So both dogs are a little spoiled.
dreams can be useful in helping you figure out what’s going on in your life, but don’t expect them to predict the future.
I am alpha in my home, and the cats accept that my bed is my turf and they have to tolerate each other there.
=A
We’ve never had any trouble with our golden retriever, Chloe, climbing on our beds or couches. However, there are two beds that belong to her, the guest bedroom in the basement and the bottom bunk of Lil Bro’s bunk bed (he sleeps on the top). At first we shooed her off those, thinking it would teach her bad habits, but she’s never challenged us on our own beds. And Lil Bro also likes having the dog in his room for security.
I’m such a softie with my cat….. He’ll plunk right down next to me, then refuse to move come hell or high water. I usually end up squished onto a tiny fraction of my king sized bed while he literally snores the night away. The things I put up with for that fuzz ball! I wouldn’t have it any other way
With eight cats it’s hard to keep them off of anything. Though most are not bed buddies. They may visit, but most don’t sleep with us. One of them, my sweetie, is a bed hog and will slowly push me toward the edge of the bed as she tries to cuddle with me during the night. Funny she doesn’t do that to my hubs….. *G*
Cats are not allowed in my room, because I flat out can’t stand the crazy one who kneads me, and yowls, and scratches, and pokes at 2 am – she wants her lovin’ – NOW! I like my sleep, so no cats in room.
Dogs all sleep in the room with us. The young ones sleep on the floor and wouldn’t dream of getting on the bed. The old one suckered us good when she was a puppy. We put her up to stop her crying and boom, 13 years later, here we are. She usually waits ’til we’re asleep and then stealths up onto the bed. Lesson more than learned – NO puppies on the bed either. Trying to imagine if we let the Newfie up. Think we’d have to get another bed.
He’s ginormous! And really, really furry. Kinda like a wookie on four legs.
Forgot to say – go for it on the sweater. My sister’s Boston Terrier is also of the nearly hairless clan. He LOVES his sweater. He goes and tries to put it on himself when he’s cold. My mom has dog sweater patterns for knitting if you’re interested. Because I know you have nothing else to do…
My dog is spoiled, he is allowed on anything he wants in the house, except the kitchen table of course. When people come over, they are not allowed to yell at him or tell him what to do because they are lower on the totem pole then he is. I love my dog ^_^
I am impressed by your cat-intimidating skills. I sleep over at my aunt’s and wake up with small dogs piled on my chest.
And reading “balls” didn’t make me giggle, picturing trying to keep a bunch in the air did. And I wouldn’t have except you drew attention to it. ;_;
No dog or cats on our beds here. nope No way. To crowded full of kids
But… we are dog whisperer peeps. I am the pack leader. The dog sleeps on his bed in the living room (and probably the couch, but I can’t catch him if I be sleepin now can I??? lol
Dogs can be funny. My friend had a Lab that loved to roll rocks and bark at them. His entire nose up to his eyes was scar tissue from rolling rocks. He’d pick a random rock, roll it a couple of times, and then get all up in it’s face barking like mad. Weird.
We also decided that border collies will become obssessed with random things if they don’t have sheep to chase. One was obssessed with balls. In the summer we would have to put up signs asking customers not to throw balls for her because she would keel over with heat exhaustion before she would stop chasing them (which she did a few times). Another was obssessed with running away. Everyone within 20 miles knew who she was and she would be returned by random people every few days. Another was obssessed with climbing up ladders. She would climb any ladder she saw… but couldn’t climb down.
Pets… almost as weird as humans.
holy cow. don’t joke about divorces, man. you scared the stuffing out of me. peace.
I apologize for sounding crude. You are actually quite lucky to be able to joke about divorce. and thanks for the snippet.
I thought it was funny!