Deep In The Forrest

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY RICHIE AND ME! Has It Really Been Seven Years?!? I love you with all of my heart. Thanks for always being just you. Richie and Jackie December 28, 2001

It's Weekly Words Challenge (WWC) day again... My it rolls around fast! As always, it is hosted by Everyone's favorite host, Tink . Today's words are "Salty" and "Sour". I took photos around town, but I just couldn't seem to illustrate this in a mere photo. I mean I could've just gone and taken pictures of nuts, and lemon drops and other foods, but it was just too easy. I don't like the simplest answer. Therefore, I give you a Photoshop creation that I did of Mr. J. Ok, now the story behind this is, I was discussing some 'band-related' junk, and mentioned how expensive things are and how we are all struggling through our finances and rents, etc, and can't afford to spend much on mixing down the CD. Well, Richie writes back jokingly that he is going to take a part-time job as a Space Cadet. That's all it took, I was off to look for a funny photo, and a shot of him I could impose the head onto the body with. I think it looks hi...

Richie has always had trouble sleeping, so he's used to taking a type of sleeping medication, which he found to be the only decent one that would work without giving him problems. It is Tylenol Simply Sleep. But when he decided to try a sleep medication called Ambien (CR I think), I noticed weird things right away. He would talk out of his head, and get in like a weird state of mind just in the few times he tried it. Just really strange, and seemed to be heavily affected. Then, last night it took a terrifying turn. He seemed to be snoring louder than usual, and I woke him once prodding him to turn over and hoping it would help. Then just a short while later, he catapulted awake, gasping for air and choking up. He couldn't speak and was just trying to breathe but couldn't. So I grabbed the phone to call 911, and Gray (Our "Guy on the Couch") was on the phone, so he was like "Hello??" And I screamed "Gray I have to call 911, I need the phone!!!" ...

Here's my very own weapon of mass destruction, Richie (Mr. J). It's a great country when you consider the pride and gonads a man must have to stand in front of a poster featuring our stars, stripes and the Statue of Liberty looking extremely fierce and wearing a shirt covered in Roses. Would YOU give him a hard time about his shirt?? America... F*&% YEAH!!! lol ;) Happy Friday Y'all!

Wow, it is June 1st! This year is passing off so fast! Today is all about one special man... Sincere special birthday wishes going out to the most wonderful guy ever, my very own guitar god, a best friend, and someone who can make me laugh somehow even when I'm sad or mad as hell. He just so happens to be my husband too... Happy Birthday Richie!!! I hope you enjoy your new PRS and hope that there are so many more birthdays that we get to celebrate together... I love you more than you know. :) Have a perfect, rockin day! You deserve it. (Don't worry folks, I'll make sure he gets to have plenty of his favorite brew tonight! I will look out for him! ) :)

The other night I had a strange and unsettling dream, which is not uncommon really, but this one was remarkable to me in the sense that it made sense. The dream (as much as I can remember it): Richie and I were not married yet, but we had clearly been in a long-term relationship. There was this other guy, a guy who's face I have never seen before in reality, but in the dream, I knew him evidently well enough to be marrying him. So, I was engaged to this guy, and we were trying to plan wedding details, but every thought in my head was making me completely nauseous about it--I didn't have any feelings except for disgust for the guy, I was wondering why I was even doing it--and how I got involved with him and all that. It was really weird... I had a terrible feeling that I was on the complete wrong path and that I needed to turn back and fast. In the dream, I missed Richie terribly and really wanted to talk to him. I remembered our times together, and all I wanted to do was to mak...