Hah!

The night before going on vacation one tends to think about important stuff... like, did I remember to pack everything, where did I put my cell phone recharger, and will I really need three pairs of shoes? One also thinks that instead of going to crash a friends birthday party, one should have stayed home and slept. But then again, I never claimed to be the smart on in the family. Although I think the best quote of the night came in the form of "the fog came out of my nose and into my eyes." (we were eating liquid ice breath mints...it's liquid, it's ice, it's both, now shut it)

This past week has been kinda difficult. I have not had much sleep and have been getting grouchy at almost everyone. But truthfully, the week before going on vacation is a hard week to deal with. So much planning and waiting, and not killing the people you work with. Yes, my temper has been getting a little close to the surface... But now I hope I can chill out a little.

I just bought the new Orson Scott Card book...Magic Street. I hope it's as good as the cover people say it is... But then again I have never been disappointed with a Card book. And besides, the last few books I have read were that Potter book, a continuation of a Jane Austin book, and a fictional history of a non-fictional Indian princess... so a little imaginative fiction will be good for me. Hopefully I can make this one last more than a day...I have 'really' been getting into books lately.

On the other hand I keep having dreams about my car. In the first one it was crashed into a pool of slush and I needed to get it towed out but was convinced thet it was still OK to drive, once it was dried out. And the other ties into my dreams about being back in high school, and someone had broken into my baby and trashed him (ripped out the seats and stole everything out of him) I think I am anxious about my car for some reason. Good to know I have something to obsess over.

Well, it's pushing 1am and I still haven't really started doing any house chores yet...I vaccummed and cleaned the kitchen, but still have lots to do, so I guess I should get off my lazy butt and do it.

tah!!

Oh, and by the way...I hate to say it but Harold and KUmar go to White Castle is actually a really funny movie.

Foggy summer mornings

Ooooh, I just had another ren faire dream. It's too segmented to make any sence out of though. I can say I was in dress rehersal for a show and I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be singing, and my garb was too big. Well, I guess that's better than too small, right?

I am currently watching huge blotches of fog sweep past my window. Sometimes I can see my neighbor, sometimes, I can't. I love it. It's wierd to think one of my favorite weather conditions is fog.

Alright, so I have rented a Ford Mustang for the MN adventure. I am so excited about this!!! I can't wait to drive it. Although I need to be careful, with a real car I will probably get cought speeding if I'm not. But A REAL CAR !!!!!! I'm thrilled.

I need to find myself some breakfast now... Later.

Bleach, Harry Potty, and Johnny

In my so very educated opinion, bleach is one of the best things ever made. Not only will it get rid of unsightly bathroom stains, the mold off ceilings, and blood out of whites clothes, but it also burns out the insides of your nose, makes your skin raw and red, and quite possibly gives you a headache. But it's wonderful stuff. It makes cleaning so much easier when you have a spray bottle of bleach water and a cup of clean water to throw at it in half an hour...doesn't even make scrubbing a necessity. Wow, I sound like a housewife. New topic!

Harry Potty...or Potter, depending on what time of day you are trying to say the name... For some reason I found myself at a bookstore at midnight looking at all the half asleep kids waiting in line with their anxious parents waiting for the book to come out. Interestingly enough, it seemed the parents were more excited. There was a great big gong and people dressed in cloaks and I am proud to say I was the very last person in line to get mine that night. Although I think I should also say that I have been lax in my reading of the book and am sadly only on chapter seven. (Oh, for shame!!!) But the night is still young (only 12:45a)

And last but never least on my mind, Johnny... Or should I say Willy Wonka. Fabo!!!!!! I laughed out loud in the theater. It was great. I never really liked the origional one and this one made me all giggly inside. I love how (if you haven't seen this stop reading) all of the oompa-loompas are the same guy and how the background of Wonka was addressed. So much fun! Everyone should see this movie a million times...Perhaps I will even (gasp) buy this one and not just order it on netflix.

The bleach level in my nose has reached a point where I can smell other things now, so I should probably go find myself something useful to do. Perhaps I will drink one of my many Dr. Peppers that get me through the night...or maybe I will check out what is hiding in the cupboards... I might even find some work to do. I still have logs to fill in and reports to read and most importantly, point sheets to total. I love my life.

Tah.

Wednesdays

suck.

In the morning

Apparently I am a morning person. Not a just woke up person, mind you. But a "I woke up at eight and got so much stuff done and now I still have half a day left to do more." kinda person. Just thought you should know.

I just watched the sun come up. It's kinda pretty, really; all pink and blue and white as the sky lightens and the stars sort of melt into the background. It's no wonder that people have made religions out of worshipping the sun. Totally valid, if you ask me. I am also well aware that in another three months, when it is no longer light outside at six in the morning, I will be upset. But for now, I'm loving the summer.

As for two more weeks, I was thinking about how in two weeks I will be leaving work for vacation instead of for home. Ok, so maybe home away from home? I am very ready to have a little vacation from my life. I definitely need some time off work. The pressure and stress is finally getting to me. Which is strange because I had two pretty good weeks followed by this week, which, sucked donkey balls. That's right, donkey balls. But the week is over, and maybe next week will be good again. Maybe.

I am still looking for a dress to wear to this wedding I am going to. I have done the mall thing twice, downtown, online, and my friends closets. Tomorrow I am going to try San Jose. If nothing else a good dose of 100 degree weather ought to clear my head. Who knew this dress would be so hard to find? I guess I could always take the advice I give the girls when they tell me they have nothing to wear... "I guess you'll have to go naked then."

The 4th

This year I finally celebrated the 4th in style. I think I managed almost every tradition possible... I walked in two parades (ren faire style), went to a BBQ, ate watermelon, and saw tons of fireworks. The only thing missing was the apple pie. Who would have guessed that celebrating would be so tiring?

The parades were great. I finally got off the may pole and was able to talk with the crowds. I screamed and yelled and acted like...a fool! Big shocker since that is what I normally do at faire. It's good to finally put my cheerleading talents to good use. I screamed until I had not voice and I jumped around until I was dizzy. And best of all I now have four free tickets to faire. Sweet!

I have to go to work again tonight. It doesn't really seem as if I had much of a weekend. I did too much to calm down or relax. But that's ok, I have vacation coming up in two weeks. *cheer* LA and Michigan, what a combo.

Again with the dreams

I just woke up and while this is fresh in my mind, here we go:
I was at faire. (Big shocker, right) But not one that I have ever really been too. There were three lanes of vendors and and only one stage. It was also set p to be in a city, so tall buildings with a cobble road. (I know it was truly strange when I heard someone shout out that there was a St. Paulie girl booth). Anyway, I was wearing my middle class dress but for some reason not wearing my partlet, sleeves, or socks. (hummmm) I was watching a show and it involved floating sea animals that I was trying to steal because my leader wanted me too. And the Queen wanted me to as well. The show involved flooding the auditorium with water and it was all so the brew master could get his wife pregnant, but she already was and we all knew it. So when we were all walking out I was challenged by the constables about something... Possibly stealing the necklace I was wearing (I remember it being stolen, just not actually stealing it) We fought and I won. The sheriff was so impressed he made me a constable. So then I was out walking the streets and decided to check out the last lane that I had not gone down before. But before I went down it I had to go out of the Faire and back in. The guards at the gate were about to not let me in, but then saw the necklace and were started discussing how I was important but not really dressed, but they did let me in. I was then taken to some other nobles who started discussing me as well. They remembered my face, but not why I had been given the necklace and that was when I realized that I was really a thief and needed to be careful. About that time another noble shows up and starts arguing that he is my husband and that I really was who I said I was (Although I never said who I was) He sent me home to finish getting dressed saying that I had left the house sleep walking. I was on my way back to my booth, trying to figure out how to get a partlet on without help because of the back lacing bodice I was wearing when I heard the call for the St. Paulie girl and woke up.

I can't wait for faire to start.

Dreams

Have you ever woken up and then remembered you were dreaming, but not what about? I keep getting flashes of what it might have been but nothing clear enough to actually remember. So strange.

But not quite as strange as waking up to your neighbor child pounding on a wall and screaming "let me out". Since I heard other people around I'm not too worried, but it was still not what I expected. And, truthfully, rather disterbing.

Perhaps that was a dream too. If so, I need to stop dreaming, it's too strange.