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Hey!

 

Well, slowly but surely I'll be adding things to this page. This is actually a sort of 'page two' to my blog - if you arrive here on a single post page go to Page 2 or you can go see Page One, read about my ... 'magnificent obsession' - and hear some cool music at the same time...

I'll put up some of my favorite cards here and eventually there'll be some more links to some of my baseball card collection, and other things - perhaps. I just wanted a separate area for other things - Page One is just a basic diary blog... this is where I'll put my Johnny Damon Baseball Card Collection and maybe other things.

There's a couple cool Red Sox videos below too in the Links section.

 

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Monday, March 06, 2006

Crowning Glory - All Star Patches

OK, I put on Page One of my blog, that I had a lot of things to write about.. well, this is one of them -- I am ecstatic I was able to pick up this card over the weekend on ebay:

It's the crowning achievement of my collection. The one I've coveted for a long time - its so beautiful... I have the same one in the dark blue and I love that too, but ... orange... is one of my favorite colors - plus there's only 60 of these, I think. There was another one on ebay at the same time - he was asking $60 for it. I wrote to him and complained and he said he'd sold another for $42.
I've seen this same one go for around $50... its crazy! Everybody wants you. In orange. ;)

Well, I got you for $15. Because I was meant to have it. I'm thrilled. If you don't think that gets my Scottish blood sliding through my veins like a runaway silver train, then you don't know me. Oh yeah, that's right ~ you don't know me! LOL Well, I'm crazy because I can't afford to do this, but I did anyway and I'm thrilled.

Best of all I think now I can stop. I think I can stop collecting you. I have over 175 different ones - just of you. Hundreds more that are dupes. I will never buy a card of you in that striped clown suit they make you wear now. A person has to have standards after all ...

I think I can stop. I hope I can stop. I must, because I can't afford you, darling.
But it has really been a great few days.
Here are some of my other cards I really like..



Here are some more..











-- a nice card with lots of my guys on one card.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Dream #2

I had this somewhere around March 12 but have post dated it prior to the baseball cards because I want those on top:

I have had several dreams about you and I really love having them. The best part of real dreams is -- it feels like I am really with you. I am going to try and remember dream #2. I know there is an entire chunk I am missing -- I hope its wasn't something reeaaaal good. ;) I'm sure it wasn't because... I tend to wake up when I get real excited.... this is the only reason I am able to remember them in the first place, because I wake up immediately after or during them.

This is a very strange dream. Here's what I remember:

All I remember is I was on some type of bus, like a school bus. All of a sudden there you were, getting on the bus. I was so excited, it was like high school, the feeling like when the guy you had a huge crush on was for some reason getting on your bus... that's how it felt, I was so excited! You hesitated at the front of the bus, you were unsure. You didn't really look like yourself, but I knew it was you. Your face was rounder, and sort of orange-y, like you'd used cheap tanner or something -- it was very shiny and puffy - actually like you had been burned or something... it was weird, but it was you. I don't know if it was the way you looked or whatever, but the vibe on the bus big time was - no one liked you. And you knew it.

You went and sat behind me on the other side, but then this is when the bus changes a little... now its like not so big a bus, and behind my seat is a bigger, open area, like the back of a jeep, but bigger. It was like a huge Hummer, or army carrier. You sat opposite side of me and I turned in my seat because - well, Jesus how could I take my eyes off of you?

We were traveling through very pastoral areas - there were lush fields and stone walls on either side of this winding country road we were traveling on and I could then hear a siren in the distance. It was getting closer and closer and you could feel the trepidation on the bus. I was very anxious. Then I could see people that I hadn't noticed before on the edges of the woods - some were teenagers that seemed to be playing hooky, doing what teens do and there were people who were naked and in various states of undress that were all jumping up and running into the forest with the sirens coming. It was very much like one of those old bacchanalian paintings that you sometimes see where little naked pagan entities run into the woods so they won't get caught in their orgiastic affairs.

There was some other guy in the back with you sitting indian style - you were sitting on like what would be the wheel well in the back. This guy and you were making very small talk. He really didn't want to be seen with you. I turned in my seat basically to eavesdrop and let you know I was there for you. You seemed so.... alone and sad, but trying to put on a brave face.

The 'cops' or authorities entered the bus and I was trying to be invisible. This huge cop started to go by me, but then I felt him come down with his mouth to my ear, my eyes were pressed tight, I had such a sense of foreboding! He said,"Someone died." and I looked at him and said "of mine?" and he said, "No. His (or him)." and he pointed to you.

Then the cops were gone and although you had been sitting on the wheel well, now you had disappeared. You were still there, but I couldn't see you. The guy had stopped talking to you and I desperately wanted to talk to you. I went over to you on my knees, to where you were supposed to be and whispered "How am I supposed to talk to you if I can't even see you?"

I couldn't see you but I remember distinctly, I could feel your physical presence, my hands on either side of your hips. I was a little aggravated because I knew I was dreaming and I'm like "just my luck, I have a dream about him and I can't see his lovely face! And the one I did see was all shiny and orange!" LOL :D And I do remember feeling like, "if I wake up and find out someone Johnny knows died, I'm am going to shit."

You were then after that, I think, sort of there - sort of in and out, and were whispering to me - we were having a very, very low conversation, but I don't know anything that was said, and it wasn't even important because it was just like we were .... well, it wasn't important what was being said ... because it was basically all just sensations, like my eyes were closed, but I could feel you and hear you murmuring in my ear, feel your breath making my hair move by my ear. I think its because I was waking up, but didn't want to lose the entire thing - I wanted to stay there in the hummer-bus and talk with you and get to know you.

I feel I know the significance of a few of these elements in this dream, but... I won't go into that right now.

 

 

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