These Dreams

I was dreaming I was with my best friend from college. Her child was about one year old and mine was just a baby. She was obviously upset with her husband. I obviously didn't have one. Actually more than once a psychic has told me about my son and asked if I ever dreamed about him. THe truth is yes, often and we're always alone. His father died in the line of duty. I've always had the impression he was a police detective. I have to go tell her about this.

Am debating if I got food poisoning from Subway. If so it's pretty mild. Only got sick once last night but I'm still dizzy and nauseous. could be a flu. well at least it's the weekend so I can laze about and work on my exam.

Need to sit down and watch those Ouran High School Host CLub discs so i can get it back to netflix.

Interesting Day

I did go to do laundry since the library called and said they had gotten the book I had waited a month for (more later) So even though I felt bad I went. I decided I wouldn't go grocery shopping until tomorrow and that I would make a list and cook some real food from the hundreds of recipes I have.

It was a beautiful day - if windy - so I thought, that would work even though I knew ELD was getting a storm in IN and it was likely to head my way. Yep, it's here. It's snowing. Oh well, if it doesn't get too bad I'll go anyhow. If it is, I have food enough.

On my way up there a thought occured to me. I'm the FUN person in the office. Two people on friday asked me to find them fun things to do this weekend. (I rather failed but I tried. Is it my fault no one likes bluegrass?) I don't think I've felt like the 'fun' person in years, maybe a little in South Dakota but probably not really since my sorority days.

It got me thinking about my sorority and everything we went through. A lot of us wanted to be in a sorority but the only two on campus weren't a good fit. Our chapter of the Alpha Delta Pi's were the slutty girls and the Sigma Kappas were the drinkers. We wanted a sorority that would help us later in life and not just get us drunk and laid. We could do that on our own. Well as it turned out (not that we realized it then) that the administration was trying to get rid of the Greeks and said there HAD to be a matching number of sororities to frats so we were one short.

It was our opportunity. My friends and I found a national sorority to sponser us...and after taking our money and stringing us along this group screwed us. They said because we couldn't rush 30 girls a year (hello, we only had 850 kids in my college, what did they think would happen) that they wouldn't let us into their nationals. Undeterred we made a local sorority and wrote our bylaws. THis lasted about a year and a half until administration decided this wasn't good enough.

Still determined, we scouted again for a national sorority. We became the Alpha Sigma Tau's. This helped me gets jobs down the road. I was an officer 3 and half years of the four years I was in. It was such fun. Our original sorority room was above the morgue of a civil war hospital, in a hall that was later torn down and we had to move. We couldn't have a house because of the blue laws that read that any house with more than four unrelated women living in it was automatically deemed a brothel and therefore illegal (yeah I KNOW).

I'm still in touch with several of my sisters. Still have pictures of the disasterous sorority formal where I took all the wrong boy to. I'm not sure why I took him (i suspect I was mad at my actual boyfriend at the time). Two years later he went to jail for attempted murder and I was thinking that it was his hard eyes that whole time at the dance that made me think he was a bad choice (In fact I let one of my sisters who was dateless have him for most of the night, he was that bad of a choice but at the time I had no idea how violent he could be or that he was such an extreme homophobe that he would try to kill one of his frat brothers he thought made a pass at him).

Oh and since I said more on that book later, well it's later. The book is called The Bite of the Mango and it's a biography. I rarely read those but the write up on this in my book club sounded too horrific and so compelling I got the library to get it for me. It's about a 12 year old girl from Sierre Leone who (and all the children in her village) had her hands cut off by rebel soldiers and left to die. Right now I'm at the point of reading about how she thought she could get through the loss of her hands since all her friends were just like her but didn't think she could live through the knowledge that a friend of her uncle's had raped her and she hadn't even understood what had happened (other than it hurt) because girls there aren't taught about sex. THis book is going to make me cry and get angry but I admire this young woman for all the human rights work she is currently doing. It's a story that's painful to read but I felt was important for me to try.