Do you ever notice that no matter what the weather people find something about it to bitch about? If it’s nice and sunny and beautiful they’ll say “well it’s going to rain tomorrow” or if it’s cold out it’s a horrid winter and they can’t wait for summer. But once it’s summer it’s too hot. I wonder if people in Hawaii bitch about the weather. When I went to visit San Diego I didn’t notice people bitching about the weather. Maybe it’s just these parts that have the four seasons. You can always look for a different season while bitching about the current one.
I think that I might start blogging more, if only to do a post about my most recent dreams. If I can, in fact, put them into words. Because at times it’s really hard to describe my crazy ass dreams. After I had those bad dreams about Oscar falling and hurting himself I signed up for a website that I thought would help and maybe find someone to tell me why I have those types of dreams but, nope, no help.
Okay here’s a dream that I had the other day and I totally freaked the guy out by actually telling him this dream on facebook. Yup.
My friend Leslie and I and this guy named Jake(who has an artificial leg in real life) were walking down the road in Spokane and we came to a really high bridge, and we were looking over it and Leslie and Jake were sitting on the ledge and it was freaking me out so I said “Lets get going.” And then Jake decided to climb over and jump. I screamed and Leslie said. “It’s okay, he has a fake leg” and I said “whaaa??” and she said “No, it’s okay he’ll land on the fake leg and be just fine.” It was 100 feet to the bottom and so we just watched him fall and land on the ground and he laid there for a moment and got back up. And then there was a cop waiting for him for some reason because apparently you’re not supposed to just jump off a bridge and be okay. So Jake climbed out of the ravine and then handed his fake leg to the cop and said “here’s a souvenir!” Then it got fuzzy and Jake just put a tiny little shoe on his stump and said “this will work!” and we went on our way.
I could also tell you about the dream I had this morning but it was way too weird. And included a silly string fight where I found out that silly string is made of paper confetti and weird gloopy stuff.
Oh I’m failing miserably at this whole weight lost thing…I ate a huge cinimon roll and washed it down with a Dr. Pepper. And not the diet shit everyone raves about. I hate diet soda. I will never drink diet soda. I will stop drinking it all together…before I ever resort to the diet shit. I don’t care what you say about it.