So I Creep...Yeah.

So the other night I had a dream.

It involved one of my favorite bloggers ever, Lilu. Her blog is hilarious, you must check it out.

The dream itself was very grainy but I do remember we were at a concert and she was pretending to be pregnant w/ a fake belly and all the while drinking tequila straight out of a bottle to try to get a rise out of people.

http://www.elements4health.com/the-dangers-of-alcohol-abuse-during-pregnancy.html

We were laughing about it all and having a good time until security threw us out for underage drinking b/c she was pregnant w/ child. Ridiculous, right? But it was funny.

But the fact of the matter is, I had a dream about someone I have never even met IRL. Our total relationship consists of some witty banter back and forth in our comments and twitter messages and my suggestion that I join in her and B's move to Utah and change to Mormonism to allow poligamy w/ my hubs and I (did that sentence make any sense? Oh well). This is not that I don't want to meet her IRL. I'd actually love to & hopefully the opportunity will arise sometime b/c she's hilarious. If she were a man I would totally freak-a-leak her. Instead I'll just ask if I can spoon w/ her since she's a big fan of that and all.

So tell me, have you ever dreamed about someone you've never even met before? Does it make me creepy? Maybe a bit weird? Definitely not psycho right? I sure the hell hope not.
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Oh yeah, and not to make you all jealous or anything but tonight, well, tonight I am going to see Foreigner. I will for sure be the youngest person there. I will be belting out their music and making the people around me glad that they lost their hearing when they were 70 and can turn down their hearing aide that is closest to me. I will be reminiscing about my junior high mixers and first kisses w/ little boys. Wait... no that came out wrong. I was little too at the time. I promise! I'm not a pervy pediphile! I just want to know what love is!!!

I've got a fever of 103. Seems the only cure for it is more Foreigner!

I Dream of NyQuil

The past two nights I’ve been sickly and unable to breathe and so I dope myself up on NyQuil and pass out. I think it is giving me weird ass dreams. I only remember my dreams about once a week I’d guess, but since taking NyQuil they’ve become more memorable and I wake up wondering what the hell is wrong w/ my brain. And then I immediately want to take more. NyQuil is my new best friend.

The other night I had a dream that I was looking for a new house w/ Kara. We walk into this house we are scheduled to view and begin looking around. For some reason Kara says it is better to view the house while in our undies. So she strips down to her bra and panties and, as I wonder what the hell is wrong with her, starts looking around the house. All of a sudden the owners of the house appear and ask us why we are in the house (but for some reason they find it totally acceptable that Kara is in her underwear). I try to explain that we were supposed to be scheduled to view it and they should have known we were coming, but they refused to listen b/c they said they had to finish vacuuming to get the house ready for visitors. So as the wife frantically starts vacuuming everything in site I tried explaining to them that we were the visitors but they didn’t believe me so Kara and I leave very confused and decide to go to Perkins. I ate cheese sticks. They were great. The next thing I know we are on a dock getting ready to dive into the ocean and search for fruit. Large fruit. We’re talking cherries the size of basketballs and bananas that are bigger than my arm. Totally sane and normal right?

Then last night I had a dream that I was preggo, gave birth (it was really easy) and then was trying to breast feed my baby. The only thing is that it was all out in public in a courtyard w/ a big fountain and in front of tons of people. I was nekkid from the pants up (which was mortifying) and I only had some kind of nipple cup covering my ta-ta’s. Then I was wondering why the hell my baby couldn’t latch on and drink and noticed it was b/c the things over my nips were in the way. They looked similar to what was going on under Janet Jackson’s wardrobe malfunction. Scary. I think this means I am terrified of becoming preggo. I know NOTHING about babies. And having something “latch” onto my ta-ta’s doesn’t sound overly pleasant either.

Both of these dreams were very strange; the last one was actually a tad terrifying. I guess going to sleep all doped up has its disadvantages. Your dreams get all loopy, your hubs thinks you’re ignoring him (when really you’re in la-la land), and you could sleep through a house fire, catch on fire and die, but hey, you’re sleeping… And breathing through your nose! Success!

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In other news, Wade and I finished up the stepping stones in the back yard leading from our deck to our garage. It ended up taking us just over 3 hours to get them laid out and dug into the ground. Luckily for us the weather was PERFECTION. Unlucky for me it was Bug City. Ew. But I think it came out very nice (just ignore the massive dead spot in the grass due to the huge fires we’ve had in our fire pit that continuously kill it).

Also, Kobe, has his new Halloween costume ready (pictures coming!). He is going to be a little piggy and he looks so cute in his costume! I think it would suit his cousin, Otis, better though. He’s the real oinker (but a really cute oinker). :) Now I just need to figure out what I should be. Any ideas???

Kobe was a pumpkin last year & actually liked his costume & wore it all night (minus the hat)








Otis was a dog of the law. You will obey his authority.