Tuesday, June 16, 1998, 8:35 a.m.

Today is my little sisters birthday. She is 23. I called her to wish her a happy birthday, she was still sleeping. he he i woke her up. I’m running on empty right now. I need some sleep. I’ve been up since 2 am. chatting away in yahoo to the ol’ gang. Yeeeeeehaw! Cy, Bronte, Odhran, Jammer, Joti, Punker, Cyran, Jaert, Luvfrop, Spinet, and eventually Ballsack was there too. I’m insane, really I am. Pierre left for work at 2 that’s why i was up. In any case that someone maybe wondering. And for the record.........I played ball last night and we kicked ass!!!! 25-10 woooooooo hooooooo!!!!! but it’s non-competitive remember lol I was asked to join a team to play in a tournament but i had to say no even though i wanted to play. it just happened to be the same weekend my cousin is getting married and i am going to that! Besides, Pierre probably wouldn’t be happy if i took a weekend and wasn’t spending time with him. God, I love him but he is just so damn needy sometimes. Well, one thing is.........he has improved in that matter by choice or by me kicking his ass........he he i don’t know but he had improved cause i just couldn’t handle it all the time. I finished reading a book last night on psychic kids was kinda interesting, especially the stuff about apparitions (angels). I started reading it because I thought my son might be seeing auras and I am interested in that kind of junk. It now seems he just might need glasses. lmao It get premonitions myself, and i be damned if i have listened to one yet...........i should know by now to listen to my instincts because they never steer me wrong. Once I dreamt Pierre died in some kind of accident. It wasn’t clear to me but I did wake with the impression he was in his truck and it smashed or he was ran over by another truck. It was so real I had difficulty going back to sleep and I was trying not to cry but it was almost as if he really did die. After about an hour I called him on the cell phone and woke him up. It was 3 am. He was sleeping in his truck (transport driver) it was such a relief to hear his voice. I told him I was sorry and then told him about the dream. I then cried. He said it was ok. He was so understanding. I felt so much better having called him. The next day in the afternoon he called me to tell me he had a close call. He had a flat tire along side of the highway and another truck came so close to him while he was looking at the flat that if he hadn’t looked up to see the truck coming right at him and jumped underneath the trailer he would have been dead. Pretty freaky ehh? A couple of other times I have had the distinct feeling something was gonna happen and it did. Another time I dreamt my friend had a baby boy. I hadn’t talked to her in about a month and found out she had a baby boy that morning. A month before my grandfather died I dreamt he was saying good bye to me. I hadn’t seen him for about a year due to the fact he didn’t recognize me any more (alziemers). I suppose in a way I have repressed most psi stuff I had when I was a kid. I got deja vu a lot, clear pictures of exactly what happened. It use to scare me. I did what I could to make it stop, after a while it did.
Anywho........I am rambling here.
Will talk to you later.
Love Christine