Are You There? Or Are You Just A Decoy Dream?

This weekend was crazy busy, and pretty awesome. Except that today my niece, Cassidy, tested positive for H1N1... I am hoping I didn't get it when I saw her on Saturday... I can't believe she is twelve now.

Last night I had the cah-raziest dream, which sucked because I slept like shit, and this dream was intense so I felt like I didn't sleep at all.

Honestly, it was kind of retarded, but it still fucked with my head.

I just remember that I was with a bunch of people from high school, like Josh, Kelly, Sommie, Alana, Kristina, and a bunch of others. I think aliens invaded, or Earth was being occupied by aliens. This is kind of what made it seem a little stupid. The aliens looked like midget versions of this guy (well, this is as close of a likeness as I could find...):
They were about four feet tall and wearing sequined black jumpsuits...

Anyways, I don't know exactly what happened, but for some reason Kelly told them I did what ever it was and they cut off the tip of my right index finger. Then it was night time and we were all hiding, I think we were planning to overthrow the aliens... I don't know, it was jacked up and left me totally confused as to why the hell I am dreaming about my high school chums... Okay, what concerned me more was the aliens, and getting my fingertip (from the knuckle to the tip) cutoff... It was just weird, comical upon reflection, but still weird.

I am tired... Ever since getting the new comforter last week I long to be wrapped up in bed, all warm and snug... Obviously that is not ideal for, nor conducive to being a responsible adult... And it is amazing that I have been able to force myself out of bed in the morning. Maybe I have the occasional helpful nudge from Collin, but just as often he is advocating for me to stay in bed...

Last week we got the CD "Ocean Eyes" by Owl City, and I must say it is an awesome CD. We bought it because we were hooked on the song "Fireflies" so we figured we would give the CD a chance. The songs are hilariously funny ("Dental Care"), and just sound so different from a lot of what's out there right now.

Collin should be off work soon, and I miss his big goofy face. Which, as a matter of fact, will be much goofier come the first. He is participating in the Prostate Cancer Awareness thingy at work where he has to shave off all his facial hair (not his eyebrows... I was worried about that at first...) and then spend the month growing a mustache. He chose to grow a handlebar mustache, like this:
There will be daily photos on facebook, and myspace... Though they might only be uploaded every couple days. (and yes that was a picture of Hulk Hogan. He was the least creepish example google images came up with...)

It will be interesting...

I'll Be Your Guardian When All Is Crumbling

For your amusement, a series of text messages:

Me: Did u get my big orange balls?

Collin: lol yes

Me: I can't wait to gobble the balls...

Me: Let me know when u are laughing so hard u pee.

Collin: lmfao i almost fell out of my chair. (thank god he was at home...)

Me: im so excited to taste those big dusty orange balls, and have them melt in my mouth.

Collin: ok stop or you'll have to clean up the pee.

Me: lol ok. they would be even funnier if u have the phone read them out loud. (our phones can speak the text from notes and received text messages... it's insanely entertaining when you have a filthy mind like us...)

Now, can you guess what balls I am speaking of with such adoration?

It's really more innocent than you think... Just sounds horrible...

Today is Thursday. I hope that they find the missing boy in Colorado, and that he was just hiding in a treehouse down the street or something.... So scary.. We watched as the balloon landed in the field and then they found no one inside. My heart about stopped. He's probably just afraid of the trouble he'd be in...

Okay, I'm out.

Truly, The Leopard Can Change His Shorts.

I bet you are wondering where the hell I got that title? It's from a book I am reading called Thud! by Terry Prachett. It's interesting so far.

This weekend was fun (I guess you could call it fun...). Saturday I spent five hours going crazy and cleaning the house from top to bottom (as I do every season), and was utterly exhausted by the time I was done. I did it all, the windows, the floors, everything. It felt good once it was all done, but every inch of me ached from scrubbing and sweeping and wiping and dusting. Now I should be good with just the regular sweeping/mopping and vacuuming until about January or February.

Yesterday I picked Jordan up from Grandma Sharon's in West Salem at noon and took him home. I spent the afternoon with Jenn and the kids. Amanda is doing awesome! She is such a little ham. Jenn and I went to town. Then I played outside with Jordan for a while kicking his soccer ball back and forth, and then watched some ScoobyDoo with him. Going into town was a trip (I rarely go into LC anymore since Dad lives in Rose Lodge), we went to Bi-Mart and Safeway.

I never go to Bi-Mart in Salem, but the one in LC hasn't changed hardly at all since I was a kid. This caused me to have some crazy trip of a dream last night that was just too bizarre. All I clearly remember was that I was in Bi-Mart and I ran into this girl Samantha (who is the younger sister of an old friend), and we were like talking and stuff, and her dad was there (who used to hang out with my dad), and it was just weird. Both of those people I haven't seen in over five years. I don't even think I would recognize either of them if I saw them in the street (they both looked like they did when I was 18). It was a trip, it was one of those dreams that just feels so real, even after you wake up you think, "Hmmm. Maybe it did happen."

Tonight I am going to call Cassidy and see if she wants to accompany me to the pumpkin patch this weekend (provided it's not really nasty outside) and then get some lunch or something. I can't believe she'll be TWELVE on the 24th. That's the age I was when she was born!

I am getting pretty consistent about logging into facebook now... I don't know why it was so "difficult" for me to find the time before... Weird, right? So far I have had two friend requests that leave me pondering, this is mostly due to the fact I haven't seen or spoken to these people in years. On top of that, when I did speak to them it was in passing, but hey, it never hurts to have new old friends... Or would they be old new friends... No I think NEW old friends.... Whichever... I am extremely happy about some of the connections I have made with past friends, and I love the little suggestions they give based on mutual friends (like Myspace does I know). It's tempting to just start adding all the suggestions they give and maybe reconnect with half of the people who went to high school with me. There are definitely a few that I will avoid though, for various reasons.

Okay, I think I am starting to ramble, maybe I will continue rambling this evening... For now I am done.

It Was A Trick...

Nothing has changed, except my bitchin' new hair!!!

I am so in love with it, it verges on being wrong.

Work is still the same. Good and horrific.

Collin is still amazingly awesome.

I don't seem to have the time to post as much during the week, but I am working on it.

I am sure I have shit-ton of stuff to say, but, alas, I am at work and should be doing work stuff... I just realized it's a week into "Chucktober" (as per my calendar at home) and I haven't posted anything on here...

Back to my slave labor... oops, shit, I mean work...