What Dreams May Come

I've noticed over the past few months that I've been dreaming a great deal about me.  In the past, I would never dream about myself.  Well, maybe I did, but I certainly didn't remember it.

This morning, I wasn't feeling well so I ended up taking an afternoon nap.  And had a very vivid dream.

The dream started out at my wedding.  It was a very small wedding.  I don't remember much of that part of the dream except I bowed to my husband's wishes.  There was colored light which makes me think it was in a Catholic Church of some sort.

The wedding reception was outside.  I don't remember much of that either, except it was very green.  And I danced with my husband.  Which isn't very logical given it was outside and there was grass but it was a dream.

The honeymoon was camping.  I vaguely remember smelling salt so we must have gone to the ocean.

Then I moved into his house which was our house now.  And we had a long discussion about my quilting room.  I wanted it in his office or at least on the same floor as his office but he insisted there was no room.  And then I was like well your office is going to have to move anyway and he was like why?  it's my office!  And I responded well your office is going to be the baby's room.  He moved his office that day.

OH!  How could I forget!  When we got back from the honeymoon, my husband gave me my wedding present:  a basset hound named Petey.

I remember lots of warmth and feelings of safety.

And then my sister woke me up with cold hands.

The annoying thing is I did not see what my husband looked like or if I even knew him.  Highly annoying given I feel like I'm running out time.  Nor did I see what the baby looked like.  Baby had a lovely bright colored puppy quilt.

These dreams are so lovely yet so heartbreaking.  I can't even put into words why.

Tie Dye Has Always Been Cool

I was at St. Joseph when Mass Buddy directed my attention to this window...

His head wrap is tie-dye!!!

AWESOME!

What a wonderful world...

the original

A not too bad hybrid

If only I knew

I have been asked if I am doing God's Will.

I can't answer the question.  I don't know what God's Will is for me.

I have the sinking suspicion I am not however.

Show Me How To Live

"You gave me life, now show me how to live"

Inspired by a discussion on God and why He made me.

Yeah, just guess where I fall...

I find the timing of this rather hysterical given conversations I've recently had....

States of Drunkenness

Drinking Buddy and I went to Happy Hour last night.  We had an ulterior motive, Photo Buddy's picture was on the wall in the place (very very nice) and we wanted to see it.

The purpose of Happy Hour of course is to get cheap drinks and cheap food.  I'm sure that's not the real reason but that's what I think so there you have it.

I've only been drinking for roughly 2 years.  I blame my last semester of doctoral coursework.  I specifically blame discourse analysis.  Lovely course; I learned a great deal.  It just drove me to drink.  Which is really saying something considering I was in doctoral studies in physics.  You know, come to think of it, drinking might have made that go better.  Alas, I was a different person then.

So what happens when I drink?  It doesn't take me very much to get buzzed and then drunk.  A bottle of hard cider will get me seriously buzzed, usually by drinking half of it.  Two rum and cokes and I'm ready to dance on tables.

Here's how it usually progresses:

1. Giggling.  Not just any giggling, giggling with some deep breathing issues.  Almost like snorting but ladies don't snort.  Ladies also don't drink in excess but that's another post.
2. Crazy Idea stage.  Can overlap with giggling.  Starts having crazy ideas or think other people's crazy ideas are awesome.  
3. Snuggling.  I just want to curl up with someone and rest my head on a chest and be all cuddly.
4. Anxious.  Sometimes I just start at this stage.  I was in the Apple Store and there were all these people and they were so close and I had to run away.  The best is when Drinking Buddy leaves to go to the restroom.  If he's gone more than 2 minutes I start freaking out.  
5. Sobriety.  A sad state of affairs.
6. Very Very Hyper!!

So there you have it.  Of course there is the usual slurring of words (starts between 1 and 2) and the room spinning and rocking.  

I do usually stop when my stomach starts rebelling BTW.