Another dream remembered. Hmmm. In this one, someone I have known since I was a kid now lived in my aunt's house. She kept inviting the kids over to swim. When we got there, the house looked the same, but none of the little details were right. And there was nowhere to swim. Inside, I was the only person still in the dream, except I heard someone crying. The house looked nothing like my aunt's house, and I began to look around. I didn't really see anyone, except a shadow that reminded me of Poe. That's it. Again, nothing extraordinary about it except that it stuck with me. Not sure why I am suddenly having dreams again, especially since I am sleeping well otherwise.
Nothing else new or interesting to report, just getting ready for the holiday. We are leaving tomorrow afternoon to go to K's house. We'll come back Friday afternoon in time for the LSU-Razorback game. No big plans for the weekend except avoiding the Black Friday Lunacy and lots of football. It seems like it will be fairly tame, and then the prep for Christmas begins. Colorado, here we come :)
November 22, 2011
November 21, 2011
Dreams - We've All Got 'Em
The old dreams were good dreams. They didn't work out, but I'm glad I had them.
I have a little scrap of paper that says this. I don't remember where it came from, but it sits in a small box of strange mementos and other odds and ends on my vanity table. It's kind of hokey, but I kept it because I am nothing if not a dreamer.
I wrote a while back that I hadn't been having any dreams. That's not true of course, because everybody dreams, even if they don't remember it afterwards. So not remembering my dreams hasn't been cause for concern. Then last night, I had a very vivid sequence of dreams. I am no dream analyst, but I can see that most of what I dreamed was just my brain sifting through the last couple of days. The most memorable bits and pieces were:
I was climbing a ladder that was leaning on a stage set of a three-story building (it stood alone on the side of the mountain, whatever that means). About the time I got to the top, I looked down the back side of the set through an opening at the top. I watched as the set buckled and I knew I was going to fall. I fell to the ground, but did not experience the sensation of falling that often wakes one from a dream. Instead, a group of people gathered, including my parents. My mom was determined to blame someone for the accident, and was trying to convince my dad to call on some people he knew who were not quite the mob, but were a bit shady in some way.
Then suddenly I was in a large lodge-style club. I have seen this in my dreams before. This time, I was tagging along after a friend, who was supposed to be organizing a concert. It was to feature Brad Paisley, who was going to debut his new song, Daytona 800 (seriously?). I tried to buy two old guys who looked a lot like the hecklers from The Muppets a beer, but the cocktail waitress was not very nice so I took my seat. I was in an area that seemed to have a lot of kids. One little kid was lost and crying. Instead of trying to help him, everyone was telling him to be quiet because the concert was going to start.
I don't remember what happened after that. I would like to think that I didn't ignore the little kid, but other than that is was an OK dream.
I am not sure why I suddenly had a dream to remember. Nothing really different happened yesterday, and life is basically the same. I am pretty sure the dream had no real significance, but it was cool to have it all the same.
I have a little scrap of paper that says this. I don't remember where it came from, but it sits in a small box of strange mementos and other odds and ends on my vanity table. It's kind of hokey, but I kept it because I am nothing if not a dreamer.
I wrote a while back that I hadn't been having any dreams. That's not true of course, because everybody dreams, even if they don't remember it afterwards. So not remembering my dreams hasn't been cause for concern. Then last night, I had a very vivid sequence of dreams. I am no dream analyst, but I can see that most of what I dreamed was just my brain sifting through the last couple of days. The most memorable bits and pieces were:
I was climbing a ladder that was leaning on a stage set of a three-story building (it stood alone on the side of the mountain, whatever that means). About the time I got to the top, I looked down the back side of the set through an opening at the top. I watched as the set buckled and I knew I was going to fall. I fell to the ground, but did not experience the sensation of falling that often wakes one from a dream. Instead, a group of people gathered, including my parents. My mom was determined to blame someone for the accident, and was trying to convince my dad to call on some people he knew who were not quite the mob, but were a bit shady in some way.
Then suddenly I was in a large lodge-style club. I have seen this in my dreams before. This time, I was tagging along after a friend, who was supposed to be organizing a concert. It was to feature Brad Paisley, who was going to debut his new song, Daytona 800 (seriously?). I tried to buy two old guys who looked a lot like the hecklers from The Muppets a beer, but the cocktail waitress was not very nice so I took my seat. I was in an area that seemed to have a lot of kids. One little kid was lost and crying. Instead of trying to help him, everyone was telling him to be quiet because the concert was going to start.
I don't remember what happened after that. I would like to think that I didn't ignore the little kid, but other than that is was an OK dream.
I am not sure why I suddenly had a dream to remember. Nothing really different happened yesterday, and life is basically the same. I am pretty sure the dream had no real significance, but it was cool to have it all the same.
November 20, 2011
The Gift That Keeps on Giving
The twins turned 5 today. Like most kids, they seem advanced in some ways, a bit behind in others, but mostly perfectly normal for their age. Like most parents I would like to believe that they are geniuses, although this will almost surely not turn out to be the case. Smart as they are though, they are just not ready to learn about or be exposed to certain things.
All of this to say that several times over the last few days they have expressed interest in the top drawer of the night stand, also referred to as the Fun Drawer. I realize that I must be careful not to call it that in front of them, as it will only pique their curiosity. Likewise, I can't freak out or give them reason to believe that there is anything noteworthy in there. Nor can I turn down the vigilance, only to be surprised by the introduction of the Pink Rabbit at an inopportune moment (said with a devilish grin).
I would freak out if B discovered it, but for different reasons. He has a pretty good grasp of the basics, like how babies are made, and I am pretty sure he and his dad have talked about masturbation. We have also had general conversations about porn, homosexuality, etc. I just don't think I am prepared to explain why his mom, who is married to his dad, has a drawer full of accessories, when sex is normal, natural, blah, blah, blah.
Because the fourth option, eliminating the Fun Drawer, is not an option. Discreet vigilance it is then, so that my precocious five-year olds are not "those" kids. You know, the ones you learned about sex from before you learned it from the people who were supposed to teach you about it :)
All of this to say that several times over the last few days they have expressed interest in the top drawer of the night stand, also referred to as the Fun Drawer. I realize that I must be careful not to call it that in front of them, as it will only pique their curiosity. Likewise, I can't freak out or give them reason to believe that there is anything noteworthy in there. Nor can I turn down the vigilance, only to be surprised by the introduction of the Pink Rabbit at an inopportune moment (said with a devilish grin).
I would freak out if B discovered it, but for different reasons. He has a pretty good grasp of the basics, like how babies are made, and I am pretty sure he and his dad have talked about masturbation. We have also had general conversations about porn, homosexuality, etc. I just don't think I am prepared to explain why his mom, who is married to his dad, has a drawer full of accessories, when sex is normal, natural, blah, blah, blah.
Because the fourth option, eliminating the Fun Drawer, is not an option. Discreet vigilance it is then, so that my precocious five-year olds are not "those" kids. You know, the ones you learned about sex from before you learned it from the people who were supposed to teach you about it :)
November 15, 2011
Trifecta!
I know, I swore I wasn't going to write about Him anymore, but I have to because I think I have finally conquered the trifecta! No, I didn't win big at the track, but I did, to quote dictionary.com, accomplish something involving three successful outcomes.
For way too long, I moped around about a guy I used to know, for reasons I can't (OK, don't want to) explain. What I do know is that certain events or conditions triggered thoughts of him that usually led to extra whining and bad judgement on my part.
But the other night, when the kids kept repeatedly choosing that song while playing Dance Dance Revolution, I realized that while I was annoyed by the repetition, the actual song didn't make me feel so pitiful. Then Friday, when I was feeling sorry for myself, the person I thought to call first was not him. After a little more thought, I realized that I had also avoided the third trigger, which involves alcohol.
Yeah, I know, managing not to text a certain someone or go into a funk every time I am feeling hormonal, or buzzed, or just extra wussy isn't exactly a "success", but it does mean now I can seriously get my groove on the next time I play DDR. Now if it only included the stripper song!
For way too long, I moped around about a guy I used to know, for reasons I can't (OK, don't want to) explain. What I do know is that certain events or conditions triggered thoughts of him that usually led to extra whining and bad judgement on my part.
But the other night, when the kids kept repeatedly choosing that song while playing Dance Dance Revolution, I realized that while I was annoyed by the repetition, the actual song didn't make me feel so pitiful. Then Friday, when I was feeling sorry for myself, the person I thought to call first was not him. After a little more thought, I realized that I had also avoided the third trigger, which involves alcohol.
Yeah, I know, managing not to text a certain someone or go into a funk every time I am feeling hormonal, or buzzed, or just extra wussy isn't exactly a "success", but it does mean now I can seriously get my groove on the next time I play DDR. Now if it only included the stripper song!
November 11, 2011
Hiding on the Web
I maintain three websites, two blogs and a Facebook presence for work. I am a contributor/admin on two group blogs. I am also supposed to be working on an electronic newsletter for work and a web site for my husband. All that in addition to my personal email and Facebook accounts and a dummy site that I practice web site on. So why am I here of all places?
I am not really here to write. I tried, but the best I could come up with was typing the word F***. Couldn't quite get the feeling across no matter how big I made the font.
I guess I am here because of all the "places" I can be while sitting at my desk, this is the most private. Here I can sit and stare at a screen and type a few words and try to get my act together so I can go out and spend the rest of the day being "social".
I am not really here to write. I tried, but the best I could come up with was typing the word F***. Couldn't quite get the feeling across no matter how big I made the font.
I guess I am here because of all the "places" I can be while sitting at my desk, this is the most private. Here I can sit and stare at a screen and type a few words and try to get my act together so I can go out and spend the rest of the day being "social".
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