Petronella?
Petronel is a 17th century firearm? Lol, so all those Englishwomen named Petronella are named by guys who came back from the war. IT does have a nicer sound than 'Battleaxe'.
We changed the links at Aleezard and will have to do same at Kindmemory. There is a game site where you play and sponsors pay some amount to a charity for your playing, like Hungersite and Freerice. Perfect for us because we like games.
Haha, "sabulous" means sandy--hehe, Sandy.
IT's sunny and gorgeous, maybe 55-60 degrees, our favorite weather, here where we are in the midwest.
And oh, yeah, trying to talk ourselves into a paid journal--no ads. 15 userpics--or more I guess if you want them. I don't really give a darn about the layouts--I don't think. But journaling is what we do so...hope so.
We had a dream way back in the 1990s because we were worried about money, never had any. We wondered about investments, kind of that stupid how-to-get-rich-quick crap. The dream was someone female (one of us) looking at some tables with ledges around then, with clothes on them like in a bargain basement table. The tables had a 3 inch or so wall built around the edge, kind of a high curb almost. On top of one was a denim skirt that opened up the front and had these gold or imitation gold fastenings up the front, the way skirts used to have buttons up the front in the 70s. The fasteners were like the ones on firemans boots or raincoats.
Estelle, a woman I worked with at my first job at a nursing home, and Paula, a friend from college, were on either side of me. One handed me a purse similar to one my Aunt Pat had given me, an old one of hers. IT was kind of buff color and had some cords wrapped around it that were attached to the purse flap, it was pretty much an envelope clutch.
I was told to, "put your money in a purse with strings on it". That confused the heck out of me. I think around that time was when Freedom had just entered our lives. He kept saying "write it down"--to write down our abortion experience most probably. I don't know who he was talking to, didn't know what it was we were supposed to write down. I remember whoever it was they were talking to, Liz?--feeling like something had happened out of the ordinary, but we couldn't remember it. Vague feeling.
After a while we realized somehow that the dream imagery included a "pocket book" rather than a purse, and that the strings were not strings or binding but LINES. Put your money in a book with lines in it. That took a long time because it was a bit of a stretch, the dream language. I think around then we started visiting the library to look at dream dictionaries and dream interpretation books.
Now that I think of it, "put your money in a book with lines in it sounds like angel-talk. They really have a hard time with the host language, one Gigi knows had a really hard time saying "jawbone of an ass". He came up with something like, "mandible of a horselike creature".
This was the beginning of us journaling, which gave us someone we trusted to talk to, and a way to think more clearly and keep track of what was going on in our life.
We changed the links at Aleezard and will have to do same at Kindmemory. There is a game site where you play and sponsors pay some amount to a charity for your playing, like Hungersite and Freerice. Perfect for us because we like games.
Haha, "sabulous" means sandy--hehe, Sandy.
IT's sunny and gorgeous, maybe 55-60 degrees, our favorite weather, here where we are in the midwest.
And oh, yeah, trying to talk ourselves into a paid journal--no ads. 15 userpics--or more I guess if you want them. I don't really give a darn about the layouts--I don't think. But journaling is what we do so...hope so.
We had a dream way back in the 1990s because we were worried about money, never had any. We wondered about investments, kind of that stupid how-to-get-rich-quick crap. The dream was someone female (one of us) looking at some tables with ledges around then, with clothes on them like in a bargain basement table. The tables had a 3 inch or so wall built around the edge, kind of a high curb almost. On top of one was a denim skirt that opened up the front and had these gold or imitation gold fastenings up the front, the way skirts used to have buttons up the front in the 70s. The fasteners were like the ones on firemans boots or raincoats.
Estelle, a woman I worked with at my first job at a nursing home, and Paula, a friend from college, were on either side of me. One handed me a purse similar to one my Aunt Pat had given me, an old one of hers. IT was kind of buff color and had some cords wrapped around it that were attached to the purse flap, it was pretty much an envelope clutch.
I was told to, "put your money in a purse with strings on it". That confused the heck out of me. I think around that time was when Freedom had just entered our lives. He kept saying "write it down"--to write down our abortion experience most probably. I don't know who he was talking to, didn't know what it was we were supposed to write down. I remember whoever it was they were talking to, Liz?--feeling like something had happened out of the ordinary, but we couldn't remember it. Vague feeling.
After a while we realized somehow that the dream imagery included a "pocket book" rather than a purse, and that the strings were not strings or binding but LINES. Put your money in a book with lines in it. That took a long time because it was a bit of a stretch, the dream language. I think around then we started visiting the library to look at dream dictionaries and dream interpretation books.
Now that I think of it, "put your money in a book with lines in it sounds like angel-talk. They really have a hard time with the host language, one Gigi knows had a really hard time saying "jawbone of an ass". He came up with something like, "mandible of a horselike creature".
This was the beginning of us journaling, which gave us someone we trusted to talk to, and a way to think more clearly and keep track of what was going on in our life.