... the three Rs. All bizarre dreams should include these for maximum wackiness.
I'm not sure if it is the fault of pregnancy or not, but since it gets blamed for everything else, I am attributing my colorful dreams of late to my pregged-out hormones. I won't attempt a detailed explanation of my dream (it wouldn't make sense anyway), but here's the jist:
- I grew up in a family of geologists (apparently) and we all collected rocks. My one brother had a particularly special rock that he never wanted to part with (foreshadowing here).
- My other brother and his girl friend were a part of the rodeo show. They were also being blackmailed by a Queen (plot thickens) who demanded the special rock as payment (duh, duh, duh, duh).
- The three of us stole my other brother's special rock and went to pay the Queen, only to discover she was really an evil robot (plot twist)!
- The dream turned a little gruesome at this point when my brother's girlfriend began to kill the robot by chopping her into little bits. In my dream I was covering my eyes so I didn't see any of this happening, but listening to my brother give her instructions and hearing the squishing, sawing noises were bad enough.
That was pretty much it; the comedy of it all woke me up sometime after that. I assume it ended well: evil queen vanquished, special rock replaced, future rodeos won - yee haw!
Not sure if anyone knows enough about dream analysis to give me any guidance, but Jon's take on it was - "you watch way too much TV!" I can certainly see the influences: robot (Sarah Connor Chronicles), rodeo (Wildfire), but the rocks came from a book (The Glass Castle), hah!
I also noticed I seem to like big families in my dreams (even though in reality I am an only child) and that I never give my characters any names. Something for me to work on tonight. :)
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Punctuality
Punctuality is not a priority of all people - of this I know - but today takes the cake (or doesn't take the cake, you'll understand later)!
My mom and I were invited to her neighbor's one year old son's birthday party. It was being held at an outdoor park and had an adorable barn yard theme. They worked for months handmaking all the decorations, the party favors, the candies, the cake etc. It would have been a truly spectacular affair except for one tiny detail... the time.
The invitation said 11:30. We arrived around 11:45. No one was there except for a few family members setting up tables. We put ourselves to work wrapping candies and putting out party favors. That took us till about 12:15. Another neighbor couple arrived with their baby girl in tow so we chatted about baby paraphenalia (must haves and forget about its). That took us to about 1:00. Still no guests or guest of honor. By 1:30, I had to go. Mom drove me back home and went back solo.
By then other family members and friends had arrived, along with their children, and some ponies for petting and rides. The party finally started hopping and mom stayed for several more hours, but eventually had to leave herself. Thus, neither she nor I lasted long enough to even get a slice of birthday cake!
Come on, people! I'm hoping that 11:30 was a typo and your party was really supposed to start at 1:30, but judging by the cold hot dogs that were served I'm guessing that was not the case.
My mom and I were invited to her neighbor's one year old son's birthday party. It was being held at an outdoor park and had an adorable barn yard theme. They worked for months handmaking all the decorations, the party favors, the candies, the cake etc. It would have been a truly spectacular affair except for one tiny detail... the time.
The invitation said 11:30. We arrived around 11:45. No one was there except for a few family members setting up tables. We put ourselves to work wrapping candies and putting out party favors. That took us till about 12:15. Another neighbor couple arrived with their baby girl in tow so we chatted about baby paraphenalia (must haves and forget about its). That took us to about 1:00. Still no guests or guest of honor. By 1:30, I had to go. Mom drove me back home and went back solo.
By then other family members and friends had arrived, along with their children, and some ponies for petting and rides. The party finally started hopping and mom stayed for several more hours, but eventually had to leave herself. Thus, neither she nor I lasted long enough to even get a slice of birthday cake!
Come on, people! I'm hoping that 11:30 was a typo and your party was really supposed to start at 1:30, but judging by the cold hot dogs that were served I'm guessing that was not the case.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Too Much
Too much fun, too much work, too much stress and too little sleep - it was a combination of these that caused me to go days without checking my email or blogging this week.
Here's a brief recap of my activities:
Monday - birthday :)
Tuesday - Bunko (won $20 bucks)
Wednesday - night out with Mom and Jan (watched The Game Plan - I *heart* The Rock!)
Thursday - night out with Jon (hadn't seen him since my birthday)
Friday - exhaustion = sitting on couch and early to bed
Saturday - baby expo (three hours of walking, looking, calculating, and generally getting overwhelmed and confused!)
Since I'm still reeling from the stress of it all, I don't have anything much to blog about. So here is something I meant to blog earlier in the week regarding my b-day. So take a trip back in time with me...
Along with all the loot, I also got the cutest cards for my birthday. My favorite was from Jon. It was a Hoops and Yo-yo musical card. For those of you who know me well or have been reading my blog for a time, you know that I wear a signature lotion, Creamy Coconut. No one smells coconut when I wear it though. They smell donuts and cookies. So keeping that in mind, here was my card.
You see the adorable Hoops and Yo-yo on the front along with the words:
"Here's something you're not going to hear from anyone else..."
When you open the card, you read:
"Dang! You smell purty!"
And hear the two of them shouting:
"Oh, you smell good. Oh, so so so good. Like fresh baked cookies. Right out of the oven. Take another whiff. I could just drink you in. You got a good whiff about you!"
It still cracks me up! Thanks Jon for always keeping the laughs coming...
Here's a brief recap of my activities:
Monday - birthday :)
Tuesday - Bunko (won $20 bucks)
Wednesday - night out with Mom and Jan (watched The Game Plan - I *heart* The Rock!)
Thursday - night out with Jon (hadn't seen him since my birthday)
Friday - exhaustion = sitting on couch and early to bed
Saturday - baby expo (three hours of walking, looking, calculating, and generally getting overwhelmed and confused!)
Since I'm still reeling from the stress of it all, I don't have anything much to blog about. So here is something I meant to blog earlier in the week regarding my b-day. So take a trip back in time with me...
Along with all the loot, I also got the cutest cards for my birthday. My favorite was from Jon. It was a Hoops and Yo-yo musical card. For those of you who know me well or have been reading my blog for a time, you know that I wear a signature lotion, Creamy Coconut. No one smells coconut when I wear it though. They smell donuts and cookies. So keeping that in mind, here was my card.
You see the adorable Hoops and Yo-yo on the front along with the words:
"Here's something you're not going to hear from anyone else..."
When you open the card, you read:
"Dang! You smell purty!"
And hear the two of them shouting:
"Oh, you smell good. Oh, so so so good. Like fresh baked cookies. Right out of the oven. Take another whiff. I could just drink you in. You got a good whiff about you!"
It still cracks me up! Thanks Jon for always keeping the laughs coming...
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Bunko!
No time for blogging tonight either. It's my turn to host Bunko so I've been slaving away in the kitchen - no seriously! Okay, not slaving, but I did make manicotti and have been sitting around waiting for it to bake. Smells pretty good - even through my plugged up nose.
Anyway, I just wanted to post about all the fabulous gifts I received yesterday!
- cash from the in-laws (I'm thinking about buying maternity clothes with it)
- gift card from Babies R Us from my sister-in-law (yeah!)
- several new beaded watches and earrings from mom (enough to bring my collection up to 32 no less)
- a beautiful new Coach purse from mom (love it!)
and... (drumroll please)
- a new camcorder from Jon (for all those baby videos - and no, filming the birth will not be one of them, on this Jon and I agree!)
Anyway, I just wanted to post about all the fabulous gifts I received yesterday!
- cash from the in-laws (I'm thinking about buying maternity clothes with it)
- gift card from Babies R Us from my sister-in-law (yeah!)
- several new beaded watches and earrings from mom (enough to bring my collection up to 32 no less)
- a beautiful new Coach purse from mom (love it!)
and... (drumroll please)
- a new camcorder from Jon (for all those baby videos - and no, filming the birth will not be one of them, on this Jon and I agree!)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Me-Day B-Day!
Happy Birthday to me!
Happy Birthday to me!
I guess it could be worse...
I could be turning 33!
Just kidding. I'm sure I'll love turning 33 next year. I'm not really freaked out about aging (I mean what's the alternative?) and the numerologist in me will love turning 33 (33 on 3-3-09, love those numbers!).
Let's see, how can I get excited about 32? I'm sharing it with the baby so 2 of us are celebrating this year? I don't know, that's pretty weak. I'll think of something.
Per comment request, I have noted the need for a "Red Alert" explanation, but I will have to save the story for another day. No time to stay and chat tonight. I'm on my way to mom's for dinner, dessert and gifts. Sounds like a good celebration to me!
Happy Birthday to me!
I guess it could be worse...
I could be turning 33!
Just kidding. I'm sure I'll love turning 33 next year. I'm not really freaked out about aging (I mean what's the alternative?) and the numerologist in me will love turning 33 (33 on 3-3-09, love those numbers!).
Let's see, how can I get excited about 32? I'm sharing it with the baby so 2 of us are celebrating this year? I don't know, that's pretty weak. I'll think of something.
Per comment request, I have noted the need for a "Red Alert" explanation, but I will have to save the story for another day. No time to stay and chat tonight. I'm on my way to mom's for dinner, dessert and gifts. Sounds like a good celebration to me!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Adventures in Dogsitting
Just clicked over to read my mom's blog and realized I had never blogged about dogsitting Angel. So here is the belated post. I already kind of composed it in my head. No counting sheep when I can't sleep, I write drafts of blogs. You'd think they'd be more entertaining with the extra forethought, but not so much. (I also worked out the format for next years Xmas letter a few sleepless nights ago...) Enjoy:
I've never considered myself to be very maternal. I'm an only child so I didn't help raise any younger siblings. I was the youngest of my cousins for the majority of my life and when my aunts & uncles did continue to have kids, I was grown and heading to college. I'm not even particularly a baby person. I'd rather you hold it and I'll just nibble on their toes. So I'm into baby feet, who isn't?
Luckily, I think pregnancy helps bring about your maternal instincts. Which is why I was able to perform Thursday night's amazing feat. About 1 in the morning, I suddenly awoke to hear that doggie pre-yack, stomach-gurgling, hack-cough. It's very distinctive as I'm sure all you dog owners are aware.
I bolted upright and following the sound reached my hands into the blackness where I perfectly caught Angel's puke between my fingers. No spillage, no need to clean the comforter. A little hand washing later and we were all snuggled back under the covers. Red alert averted!
I've never considered myself to be very maternal. I'm an only child so I didn't help raise any younger siblings. I was the youngest of my cousins for the majority of my life and when my aunts & uncles did continue to have kids, I was grown and heading to college. I'm not even particularly a baby person. I'd rather you hold it and I'll just nibble on their toes. So I'm into baby feet, who isn't?
Luckily, I think pregnancy helps bring about your maternal instincts. Which is why I was able to perform Thursday night's amazing feat. About 1 in the morning, I suddenly awoke to hear that doggie pre-yack, stomach-gurgling, hack-cough. It's very distinctive as I'm sure all you dog owners are aware.
I bolted upright and following the sound reached my hands into the blackness where I perfectly caught Angel's puke between my fingers. No spillage, no need to clean the comforter. A little hand washing later and we were all snuggled back under the covers. Red alert averted!
Preggo Pathetico
It's official. I have a cold. I feel okay except for the uncontrollable runny nose. You know the kind that decides to drip without a moments notice. Fan-f@#*ing-tastic! Just what every already-pathetic pregnant woman wants for her birthday.
It wasn't too inconvenient last night at the hockey game (the MN Wild won by the way) since the temperature in the arena hovered just above frigid and my nostrils were literally frozen together. The VIP club level seats were nice. Since I couldn't recoup my $40 ticket on the free booze, I worked my way through several courses in the appetizer buffet. Many mini quiches and egg rolls were consumed by me and baby. Not the healthiest of meals, but I could tell MBP enjoyed the cheat-treat. :)
Today I've been given the added present of burning, itchy eyes and the occasional death-rattling cough. The people at table #18 are going to love me tonight during Tony n Tina's Wedding. I think I'm in the grumpy phase of my pregnancy 'cuz I hope they all get my sickness. Let them eat cake (with my germs afloat)!
It's already mid-afternoon and I have little to show for my productivity. I have managed to accomplish:
- showering
- finishing the last 20 pages of my book (I realized this book alone was 800 pages so I've really invested more like 2000 pages in a trilogy whose ending pissed me off. The only unexpected benefit is that I cried through the majority of those pages and thus helped to clear the sinuses of their drippy mucus.)
- sorted and begun the laundry
- finished Legend (the ultra-cheesy 1985 fantasy flick lent to me by Venessa) It's definitely of the "it's so bad it's worth watching" genre. Check it out. You'll particularly enjoy the voice distortion techniques they use to make the monsters talk scary.
Well, it's time to change a load of laundry so I will take my grumpiness elsewhere. I think I'll share it with my husband... that's always fun. Don't worry, I plan to strip it off and leave it behind when I don my cocktail attire and dancing shoes for tonight's festivities!
It wasn't too inconvenient last night at the hockey game (the MN Wild won by the way) since the temperature in the arena hovered just above frigid and my nostrils were literally frozen together. The VIP club level seats were nice. Since I couldn't recoup my $40 ticket on the free booze, I worked my way through several courses in the appetizer buffet. Many mini quiches and egg rolls were consumed by me and baby. Not the healthiest of meals, but I could tell MBP enjoyed the cheat-treat. :)
Today I've been given the added present of burning, itchy eyes and the occasional death-rattling cough. The people at table #18 are going to love me tonight during Tony n Tina's Wedding. I think I'm in the grumpy phase of my pregnancy 'cuz I hope they all get my sickness. Let them eat cake (with my germs afloat)!
It's already mid-afternoon and I have little to show for my productivity. I have managed to accomplish:
- showering
- finishing the last 20 pages of my book (I realized this book alone was 800 pages so I've really invested more like 2000 pages in a trilogy whose ending pissed me off. The only unexpected benefit is that I cried through the majority of those pages and thus helped to clear the sinuses of their drippy mucus.)
- sorted and begun the laundry
- finished Legend (the ultra-cheesy 1985 fantasy flick lent to me by Venessa) It's definitely of the "it's so bad it's worth watching" genre. Check it out. You'll particularly enjoy the voice distortion techniques they use to make the monsters talk scary.
Well, it's time to change a load of laundry so I will take my grumpiness elsewhere. I think I'll share it with my husband... that's always fun. Don't worry, I plan to strip it off and leave it behind when I don my cocktail attire and dancing shoes for tonight's festivities!
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