Sleeping is driving me crazy!

It's become quite interesting to fall asleep each night, wondering what I will dream that night. Well last night was all the more eventful. Probably more depressing than funny, and quite twisted between locations, so I will try to sort all of this out by telling about it....

First, the dream started out at my parents' house, except it wasn't the same house they are living in now. And in this dream, I was still living at home. Well, I was trying to decorate my bedroom, and I started with a paint that was mostly a soft orange color, but it had these multicolor streaks in it. Like, I could brush some paint on the wall and there'd be this funky purple and blue streak or green and yellow streak to appear on the wall. Of course, I have been painting in my house lately, so that explains that part of the dream. So in the dream, I picked out things that were red and orange for my room. I hung a red curtain made of sheer material. Everything decorative in the room was red and orange, including candles, flowers, etc. So I showed it to my mom, and she thought I was nuts. I explained to her I wanted to go with something a little more funky. Then I offered to help her paint the hallway a dark green color, to which she replied "No, that's okay." Can you blame her? lol.

So then all of the sudden, the dream switches to another location. I'm in New Orleans, again living with my parents. There is a war going on and my dad tells me to be careful if I go out walking around. I was just walking around the French Quarter, which was much more quiet than usual, and I looked down and realized I had this bad, rather large scrape on my right arm. Well this man stopped me in the middle of the street, put some ointment on it and a big bandage. So I continued walking and crossed this small bridge, and walked into a building. This building must've been a nursery school or something. There were babies and small kids everywhere, lots of kid type decorations on the walls, parents picking up their kids, etc.

THEN the dream changes location AGAIN. THIS TIME, I'm still at a school, but instead it's a university campus in Colorado. I've never been to Colorado, but there were mountains, and in the dream, I was aware that I was in Colorado. This time I'm with Michael and someone else I don't even recognize...another man Michael's age. We parked our car in this parking lot up on a rather steep hill. Then we got out and began to walk around the campus. Then we ended up in this man's office...a very plush office with an incredible view. I wish I could describe what I saw. Below there were carefully, decoratively trimmed hedges with a beautiful, round pool with a fountain, right in the middle of all of the greenery. Then farther out there were all of these old looking cottages. Then farther out, there were huge, beautiful mountains. I had never seen anything like this at all. I have no idea why we were in this man's office, but he said "Let's go take a look." So we went out to another parking lot and got into his white Expedition. He then dropped me off at a stop sign and I told Michael "I'll walk to our car and wait for you there." So I started the long hike back to the car, but I walked in the wrong direction apparently because I couldn't find our car, nor the lot on the hill we had parked in. I was lost. I reached into the black bag I was carrying on my shoulder for my cell phone, dialed Michael's number, and my phone would not make the connection. I looked all around me and didn't recognize any of my surroundings and had no sense of direction. So I walked into the nearest building in hopes of finding a pay phone or someone that could tell me where the heck to go. There were some plastic chairs lined up against the wall of a short hallway, and several women sitting in these chairs. So I sat in the empty seat between two of the women, and started talking to them. They all had cell phones that were working, and I began to explain how I was lost and that my cell phone wouldn't work, in hopes that one of them would feel sorry for me and let me use their cell phone. Everyone was on their phones at the moment except for the woman sitting at the end of the row of chairs. She had blonde, shaggy hair...kind of like a Meg Ryan hair style. I then said, "Look, I will pay you if you let me use your phone." She was like "You'll pay me? How much will you pay me?" and I said "However much you want." Quite a bit of time had past, and I had no idea where Michael was and he had no idea where I was. She said "That's okay, you don't have to pay me." She had one of those flip phones and you had to enter a password before you could use the phone. She told me what the password was...which was more like a freaking sentence...something about bath tubs or something. I began to enter the password into the phone, and then I messed up, so I asked her how to back up, and she said "Push this button right here..." and she pushed this button for me, and it erased the whole password that was taking me FOREVER to put into the phone!!! Finally she said, "Look, let's just go look for your car." Fine. So we headed outside, and we were crossing a 7-lane street with pretty heavy traffic and I got ran over by a car!!!!!!! What's so strange about this is that I FELT it. I went up in the air and landed on my arm...the same arm that was cut back in New Orleans. The girl with me was like "Um, you need to get up!" and all I could say was "Help...me..." and "Call 911!" and then next thing you know, I woke up in a hospital, and there was Michael. And then before I could ask him where the heck he had been, I woke up. My right arm is actually SORE this morning, too. Isn't that WEIRD?!?!?!

Okay, so now that I've either bored you to tears and made you think I'm a complete psycho case, or both, I'm going to wrap this up now. I am going to start looking at some ways to decorate my kitchen.

Chevy Chase is our song leader at church

Or so that's how my dream went last night. I have really freakish dreams, in case you haven't already figured that out, and I think my blog is becoming more a dream journal, but oh well. I wanted to tell about this one while it was still somewhat fresh on my mind. I dreamed that me and the babies visited my parents' church (my old church). They had a piano (GASP! Church of Christ doesn't have musical instruments, FYI.) and I was nervous that they would ask me to play, since apparently the regular pianist wasn't there. My parents would probably never speak to me again if they knew I played piano for church. Instead they asked some guy sitting on the other side of the church to fill in. So there I am, sitting on about the 4th pew back with my Aunt Jackie, which is exactly where I used to sit/who I used to sit with when I went to church there. The song leader got up and the pianist played the intro to the first song, which I didn't recognize, but dang, Chevy Chase could sing! Picture an older Chevy Chase...more like what he looks like now with the gray hair, up behind the pulpit, holding a microphone, really getting all into the song he was singing. I remember it being a slow song, something more contemporary...not the traditional hymns. And then I thought to myself in the dream, "I'm surprised my grandparents still go to church here since they have a piano here now." Yes, my grandparents are THAT conservative.

Anyway, I think I might take it easy today. I have worked my butt off for the last two days, plus I'm getting a cold...YUCK! Besides, if I take my eyes off Travis for a single second, he freaks out because he wants me to watch him shoot his basketball. I got him this over-the-door laundry shoot thing for his room...it's a little basketball goal with a long basket on it, which has the purpose of holding his laundry in it. Welll....Travis figured out how to untie the bottom of it, and guess what? It's become a toy and it's ALL he wants to play with. He won't stop to eat, won't stop to sleep, won't stop to sit on his potty, NOTHING. Keep in mind, he's not yet 3 feet tall, and the shoot is at the very top of the door, and let's just say he gets the ball in more than he misses. Amazing. And now every time it goes in, he says "It's good!" And if he misses, he says "Foul" lol...Actually, it comes out sounding more like "Foulf". From 10 o'clock yesterday morning until well after 10 o'clock last night, all he kept saying was "Watch mama!" and he'd first make sure my eyes were glued on him before he'd shoot. And then every now and then he'd throw the ball to me and say "Shoot mama!" and let me have a turn. The only way we ever got him to settle down last night? We had to just put up all the bazillions of basketballs, tennis balls, soccer balls, volley balls, etc, etc, and say "Ball went night night." But ya know, if he wants to do that all the time, who am I to discourage him? If his love for sports is encouraged and continues to grow, it could very well pay his way through college someday. I'll be his coach/cheerleader/fan club any day. :-)

I'm out of here for now. Jacob is awake now and wants his bottle about as much as I want my coffee!

I failed the 11th grade

Or at least that happened in the OTHER crazy dream I had last night that I forgot to mention in my previous blog. It was terrifying...actually, that word is an UNDERSTATEMENT. It was the end of the school year. I got my report card. The paper it was on was yellow. I remember seeing the words "Unsatisfactory...must repeat grade 11." And it was all because I had failed whatever math I had taken. Geez, math WAS my worst subject, but I got out of all my math classes in high school with B's. At that point, somehow I realized I was dreaming and I forced myself to wake up. When I woke up, I was afraid to go back to sleep, so I laid there awake for a few minutes.

I'm back, finally!

For those of you who haven't caught me online yet and still actually bother to check my blog in the dim possibility I might have posted something, I'M BACK!!! My new AC adapter from Dell came in, which is where I should've bought one from in the FIRST place.

Soooo, what's new since I've been gone? Let's see...I've been painting. Never painted anything in my life until last week. After I finished the bathroom, I decided to take on a bigger project...the living room. And while I was at it, I thought I might as well paint the hallway since you can kind of see the hallway from the living room. I painted the living room a dark wine/maroon/burgundy/take your pick color. It's a really nice color, although Michael pointed out that it very much resembles Mississippi State's maroon, lol. Which by the way, Michael's really starting to scare me. He's talking more and more about becoming a State fan. My question is, how does one just all of the sudden decide they no longer want to be a fan of one team and suddenly convert to another team? I think part of it has to do with his frustration over Memphis' crappy game last night against DePaul, not to mention the crappy game Saturday against Southern Miss. But hey, you win some, you lose some, and TO ME, being a loyal fan is sticking with your team in good times AND bad. Just think of the loyal Memphis football fans who waited 30+ years for a bowl game. But then I'm told you can't compare Memphis football fans to Memphis basketball fans. Memphis has had a strong basketball program off and on since forever, several NCAA appearances, and we've got this big national name coach that's supposed to be doing something, like getting winning results, and it's just not happening like it SHOULD be happening. But then you can't 100% blame the coach either. I mean, how many recruits said they were coming here and then made a U-turn for the NBA? Exactly. I mean, if it's illegal in the NCAA to give players special incentives (money, jewelry, Escalades, etc.), then where do you think these thugs are going to go? Duh! My humble opinion is that the NBA should only draft players with at least 2 years college, because everything the NBA has to offer (big bucks, endorsements, etc.) is hurting college basketball, unless you're a name like Duke or something of the like. Coach Calipari is an excellent recruiter, but there's only so much he can offer (and get away with) those who commit to play for Memphis. WOW, don't know how I got off on all of that, lol, but I guess if I had to choose, I'd rather be a State fan than an Ole Miss fan. And if Memphis is playing a game, I will always root for Memphis. I still don't think it's right to be a fan of one team for so long, and then just say "I'm fed up with Memphis...they are in a crappy conference, they always get the shaft, their players suck tonight, what happens if the Coach leaves, what happens if we stay in the Pyramid vs. going to the FedEx Forum?" etc, etc. That kind of attitude sucks. You either love your team, or you don't. It's all about loyalty, and enjoying watching your team regardless of what conference your team is in, regardless if they have a bad couple games to lesser teams, regardless who the coach is, and regardless of what arena they play in. And that's the bottom line!

In other news, I ran out for awhile with the kids yesterday. First, we went to the bank, and I got really p/o'd at the teller. The other day I got a check in the mail from our bank for $20. It was like a free $20 for inquiring about a certain new service the bank was offering, and quite frankly I don't remember inquiring about any new service, but hey, $20...I'll take it. So I was depositing some other monies, and along with it I thought I'd cash the $20 check so I could get some gas and take Travis to McDonald's for lunch. The teller, who was of a certain minority group that I won't mention, wouldn't let me have the $20 because Michael hadn't signed it too. WTF? Both our names are on the account, so that made no sense to me, and I've never ran into this before. I told her that too, and she said "The teller that did that must have just let it slip," to which I replied "I have been using this bank going on 4 years now and I've done this countless times." Of course, the fact that their tellers let things slide was kind of unnerving in itself, but that's beside the point. After arguing with this woman and telling her "Fine, I'll just drive away, sign it for him like I've done a billion times, and then come right back." To which she replied, "Now that you told me that, I REALLY can't let you have the money." That is so crazy! I could understand if it were like a large amount of money, but $20? She said she could deposit it into our account but not give me cash. BOTH our names are on the check, BOTH our names are on the freaking account, I gave her my driver's license and everything. Then the stupid (insert choice word here) ended up giving me the check back AND the cash I was trying to deposit! So another words, she didn't take ANY of my money I was depositing, which P'd me off anymore. I was DARING her to look out the window at me, but she never looked up. So I stuck the cash I was depositing BACK into the tube and sent it back through to her. Whatever happened to the friendly, hometown tellers we used to have? I mean, I can remember being a kid, and every time we went to the bank, it was the 2 tellers all the time, and they KNEW who you were...they could put names with faces and you didn't have to show your ID and get your mom's brother's girlfriend's dog's signature before getting $20 freakin bucks! I finally drove off frustrated and p'd off. I got enough money out of the account to eat at McDonald's, and after we ate, I decided to stop in Fred's to see if I could find a small decorative table for my hallway. I found one I really liked in the back of the store, and of course there was no price tag on it, and none in boxes underneath the display one, so I went back to the front of the store and asked one of the workers if they could help me, and she told me there were some more at the front of the store. So I pick one up and realize the thing was REALLY heavy (they didn't come in boxes). So I go to one of the registers to pay for it, I write a check, and guess what? My freaking driver's license was out in the truck from when I'd tried to cash that check earlier. GRRR. There I was with both my kids in the shopping cart, and trying to carry this little table, and I said "I don't guess you will take my check without seeing my driver's license, will you." I told her I left it out in the truck and everything, and of course she said "No." So then she said "You can just leave the table here and go get your license and come right back." And THEN she added "And you can leave the kids here, too, if you want." Can you BELIEVE THAT?!?!? I said "There ain't NO WAY I'm leaving my kids in here, are you CRAZY?" And the woman standing in line behind me gave me this look like she couldn't believe the cashier said that either. Oh, and by the way, this cashier was also of a certain minority group I won't mention...funny, ain't it? I am not a racist person by any means. I've just noticed that every single time I go out into the public, whether it be a bank, restaurant, store, post office, etc., it's always people of that certain minority group that manage to P me off, causing me to bite my tongue to avoid using certain choice words. And for some reason I always say to myself "If I belonged to that certain minority group, they wouldn't blah blah blah, or they'd let me get away with blah blah blah." So anyway, I took the kids and all, got my license, went back into the store, gave her my check, showed her my license, and I think what I said to her must've embarassed or really p'd her off because she didn't say a single word to me. Not even "have a nice day."

And finally, I keep having dreams about Marc. I really can't figure out WHY? And every dream is very similar. Most all of the dreams, I am at my parents' house, he comes back on military leave, and I am aware that I have kids, but in some of these dreams, I am married, and others I am not. And in every dream I am still in love with him. Isn't that crazy?? None of the dreams are EXACTLY the same, as far as what is said and such, but there are a lot of details that ARE the same. I wish I knew why I was having so many dreams about him.

Anyway, I need to get Jacob his bottle, but at least I updated finally. I'll try to come back sooner. :-)