All I remember was seeing a really skinny girl that was wearing some weird outfit- it must have been tight and/or tied with string, because I said it looks like a play-doh fat factory.
Coincidently, that is also a line from Friends, and I've been watching a lot lately.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Wading for Contact
My boyfriend, Manuel and I were hanging out with a bunch of people in a giant house. There were a lot of realtors there, including one we were friends with. It was some kind of celebration, so we wanted to make sure to help him celebrate. We were wearing some sort of costume and cleaning out closets. I brought in a bunch of clothes from my own closet (like I would when I donate to Goodwill). Later on, we started going around outside the house- there was a creek, so we started wading through it. Manuel wouldn't walk with me, and wasn't paying any attention to me, and it started to upset me. We came to an area in the creek that was appparently ice cream, and some guy had peed in it (in his sleep, maybe?). His wife assured us that she cleaned that area out, and it was safe to eat. It was gross to think what we could be eating, but we all still ate it anyway. Manuel still wouldn't talk to me, even when I was sitting right behind him, so I got up and walked around the circle we were all in toward my mom. I told her about how he was ignoring me, and it really bothered me. I said he was talking to Natalie, a girl I used to work with years ago (who I knew was flirtatious), but wouldn't give me the time of day. She asked me if I wanted her to talk with him, but I said no, I didn't want Manuel to know that I shared that with her.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
It's the End of the World as We Know it...
I was with a bunch of people that I don't recognize in real life, but I knew them in the dream. It was like we were decorating something, or taking turns putting things on the wall, or something bizarre like that. I put on a flowy, long A-line skirt and started twirling. That was going to be my costume. Then my friends decided that I would do some kind of hula dance (hula-hooping while dancing around in circles) for our "show." Shortly after that was when the first storm hit. I don't remember how bad it was or what happened, but that's how we knew the world was coming to an end (literally). The storm ended, but we knew that we didn't have much time. Someone was watching the weather and saw that there was another storm coming, it was just a matter of when. So we started to prepare ourselves. There was nothing coming too soon, so we sorta went about our business as usual. A day passed, and still nothing. We were becoming more relaxed as time went on.
My boyfriend, Manuel had been working on tiling our bathtub (that was in the middle of wherever this dream took place), and he finished it. Later on, we were standing by it, and I complimented him on his work, then made a comment like "I needa learned how to grout so I can fix these little spots." There were a few small chips and gaps in the tiles. Next thing I know, Manuel disappeared and I see a bulge on the shower door- he got inside and leaned against the door, pouting. He was very upset with me, because I never offered to help tile in the first place, then I "nit-picked" about the job. I felt really bad; he never asked me to help him tile, and I didn't mean for it to be taken hard. The worst part was this was the last time I ever saw him.
Two days had passed with no storm. But then the day came. The winds started to pick up. I looked at the person that was watching the weather and asked if this was it. They actually answered my question backward by saying no, but I knew that they meant we wouldn't see another day. We started moving into the same building. I looked out the window at the sky (to the south, oddly enough) and saw the clouds rolling in quickly, looking only eery enough to hold rain, even though I knew it would be more like a tornado and worse. I followed my friends to the basement. One woman asked me "where's your coat?!" and I held up my arm because I was wearing a coat- my winter coat. Apparently she didn't think it was padded enough. They were all sitting in lawn chairs, facing the south wall of the basement. I thought it was odd placement, so I got down on my knees in the dirt behind one woman's chair, ready to cover my head. When I thought about the coat comment, I went to find some kind of padding, thinking I would appreciate some padding under my knees if I was going to be on them for awhile. I found some yellow foam that would work perfectly. I put two pieces under my knees and sat back down. The wind was getting louder. I was wishing Manuel was with me, even though I knew he was still upset with me. I decided to text him before it was too late. I sent "I LOVE YOU! HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HEAVEN!" I put my phone away and prepared for the worst.
My boyfriend, Manuel had been working on tiling our bathtub (that was in the middle of wherever this dream took place), and he finished it. Later on, we were standing by it, and I complimented him on his work, then made a comment like "I needa learned how to grout so I can fix these little spots." There were a few small chips and gaps in the tiles. Next thing I know, Manuel disappeared and I see a bulge on the shower door- he got inside and leaned against the door, pouting. He was very upset with me, because I never offered to help tile in the first place, then I "nit-picked" about the job. I felt really bad; he never asked me to help him tile, and I didn't mean for it to be taken hard. The worst part was this was the last time I ever saw him.
Two days had passed with no storm. But then the day came. The winds started to pick up. I looked at the person that was watching the weather and asked if this was it. They actually answered my question backward by saying no, but I knew that they meant we wouldn't see another day. We started moving into the same building. I looked out the window at the sky (to the south, oddly enough) and saw the clouds rolling in quickly, looking only eery enough to hold rain, even though I knew it would be more like a tornado and worse. I followed my friends to the basement. One woman asked me "where's your coat?!" and I held up my arm because I was wearing a coat- my winter coat. Apparently she didn't think it was padded enough. They were all sitting in lawn chairs, facing the south wall of the basement. I thought it was odd placement, so I got down on my knees in the dirt behind one woman's chair, ready to cover my head. When I thought about the coat comment, I went to find some kind of padding, thinking I would appreciate some padding under my knees if I was going to be on them for awhile. I found some yellow foam that would work perfectly. I put two pieces under my knees and sat back down. The wind was getting louder. I was wishing Manuel was with me, even though I knew he was still upset with me. I decided to text him before it was too late. I sent "I LOVE YOU! HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HEAVEN!" I put my phone away and prepared for the worst.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Nazi Cheer Camp
I was sent to a Cheerleading camp. But this was no ordinary cheer-dance-stunt camp. It was more like a Nazi cheer camp. I didn't know that until I started hearing comments 'from the inside.' They seemed to treat me well, but there was something different. I got the vibe that they were up to no good.
I got up in the morning to get ready for the day. They had a strict system to follow. First, based on my size (I guess, I wasn't quite sure what the determiner was) I chose a door to a shower. I chose the first one that said "small," figuring I'm a small person; one would think the others would be "medium" and "large" or the equivalent, but that was not the case, though I don't remember what the other doors said. I saw a kid checking me out on my way in, so that was pretty flattering. Through the door, I went down this extremely steep staircase that sorta slanted into a ramp. I was afraid I was going to fall or slide right down it because the first step through the door was onto the staircase, but I managed to remain on my feet even though my shoes slid down the last few stairs. From there, I kept walking and I entered an open area with a low ceiling that was the shower. Based on what door you chose, it would spray you for a certain (short) length of time. I was sprayed, but I was weary of the whole cheer camp thing, so I kept walking, thinking I didn't want to participate. The next open area (room) was spray soap (think car wash). I bypassed that, and saw that there was another rinse room, and then a glitter room where you would get sprayed with confetti or something... because cheerleading = glitter, apparently. I watched some girls get covered in confetti/glitter, then I watched them try to figure out/trick the trip system (sensor) for spraying. It would automatically spray when someone walked through the room, but with several people in there at once, it stopped spraying. Many girls were walking through (to avoid it) now, so I walked through to climb up the stairs and out. Another girl was doing the same thing (it was kind of like climbing up a laundry shoot, except with stairs), so we tried to stay low and phony together. We made it back up, passed the area where they were doing a church worship time (since when does cheer camp incorporate worship? And what are they teaching?! Can we say "cult?") and into the hall leading back to our rooms. I was torn between hiding from everyone and just acting natural. I chose to go with 'acting natural' and made it safely back to my room to hide for the day, possibly in the closet, not sure. I was planning to text or call my mom or boyfriend to be like "cheer camp sucks! I think it's a Nazi camp!" but I didn't want to make them feel bad for sending me either, and didn't know how I would explain it.
I got up in the morning to get ready for the day. They had a strict system to follow. First, based on my size (I guess, I wasn't quite sure what the determiner was) I chose a door to a shower. I chose the first one that said "small," figuring I'm a small person; one would think the others would be "medium" and "large" or the equivalent, but that was not the case, though I don't remember what the other doors said. I saw a kid checking me out on my way in, so that was pretty flattering. Through the door, I went down this extremely steep staircase that sorta slanted into a ramp. I was afraid I was going to fall or slide right down it because the first step through the door was onto the staircase, but I managed to remain on my feet even though my shoes slid down the last few stairs. From there, I kept walking and I entered an open area with a low ceiling that was the shower. Based on what door you chose, it would spray you for a certain (short) length of time. I was sprayed, but I was weary of the whole cheer camp thing, so I kept walking, thinking I didn't want to participate. The next open area (room) was spray soap (think car wash). I bypassed that, and saw that there was another rinse room, and then a glitter room where you would get sprayed with confetti or something... because cheerleading = glitter, apparently. I watched some girls get covered in confetti/glitter, then I watched them try to figure out/trick the trip system (sensor) for spraying. It would automatically spray when someone walked through the room, but with several people in there at once, it stopped spraying. Many girls were walking through (to avoid it) now, so I walked through to climb up the stairs and out. Another girl was doing the same thing (it was kind of like climbing up a laundry shoot, except with stairs), so we tried to stay low and phony together. We made it back up, passed the area where they were doing a church worship time (since when does cheer camp incorporate worship? And what are they teaching?! Can we say "cult?") and into the hall leading back to our rooms. I was torn between hiding from everyone and just acting natural. I chose to go with 'acting natural' and made it safely back to my room to hide for the day, possibly in the closet, not sure. I was planning to text or call my mom or boyfriend to be like "cheer camp sucks! I think it's a Nazi camp!" but I didn't want to make them feel bad for sending me either, and didn't know how I would explain it.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Proposal Card
My boyfriend, Manuel had three enormous transformer-type space crafts that he had been flying and had landed in my parents' yard, so he went to put them away. He sent or left a postcard-size card for me with a "puzzle" on it. I had to study it for awhile to understand it- it had pictures of letters or objects shaped like letters that spelled out "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" backward. When I finally got it, I went speechless, then got really excited and started to cry! I showed my mom, who also took awhile studying it, and almost gave up because she couldn't get it. I gave her a hint that it was backward and she figured it out and got excited with me and hugged me. I went to find Manuel. When I saw him I held up the card (as if to say I read it & figured it out) and responded "Yes! I absolutely will!" and hugged him and cried. It didn't seem weird at the time, but there was no ring and he never got down on one knee. It was a little weird that he never actually said the words aloud (proposing).
After that, I was hungry from not eating supper yet, so I went to get a sandwich at Burger King. Manuel bought me a tendergrill, and the people that came in after us tried to cut in front of us in line. I kind of looked at them like, 'are you serious?' and they looked at me with their white-trash expressions like, 'yeah, we're serious.' A girl I later assumed to be their daughter was standing in front of me. I squeezed her sides to tickle her, and she squirmed and laughed. She didn't turn around, fortunately, because after I did it, I realized she wasn't with Manuel, she was someone I didn't know.
After that, I was hungry from not eating supper yet, so I went to get a sandwich at Burger King. Manuel bought me a tendergrill, and the people that came in after us tried to cut in front of us in line. I kind of looked at them like, 'are you serious?' and they looked at me with their white-trash expressions like, 'yeah, we're serious.' A girl I later assumed to be their daughter was standing in front of me. I squeezed her sides to tickle her, and she squirmed and laughed. She didn't turn around, fortunately, because after I did it, I realized she wasn't with Manuel, she was someone I didn't know.
Friday, July 13, 2012
NOwaii
My boyfriend, Manuel had just gotten back from a long vacation a week ago. I was supposed to go to Hawaii for a week for a choir trip... the next morning. I had forgotten about it, so I hadn't packed. I also hadn't told Manuel I was leaving! I was in the backseat of my mom's car when I realized this; we were driving down the gravel road just west of my parents' house. I tried to call Manuel right away to tell him, but he didn't answer. I told my mom that I hadn't told him yet, and she said, "ohhhh" in a very disappointed voice. I was devastated, as I hated the idea of leaving him for a week after he'd been gone so long on his own vacation and I missed him like crazy. Plus, I hated not being able to say goodbye, because we were scheduled to leave at 7:25 a.m.
Lofty Views
My mom went up on some boom thing (crane lift?) with me to block me while I change clothes. The first time up, I had time to change my shirt. The second time I changed my pants. She controlled the lift, and it was really cool going way high in the air like that.
Radio Star
I was in Hobby Lobby, there were a lot of people there, and the [man] owner of a local jewelry store (whose annoying commercials are on the radio all the time) was there. They ran his radio spot about his diamond buying class over the loudspeaker in the store several times while I was there. I approached him and introduced myself. I told him my boyfriend and I want to come look at their ring selection, and maybe take the couples class of diamond buying.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Ski Camp
I got to go sky diving! TWICE! It was non-traditional, like I was on or in something, or holding something, but I can't remember what. But I was soaring through the air to the ground. Safely. And it rocked. Afterward I thought to myself, "I can cross that off my bucket list now!"
I also went skiing. We must have been somewhere down around MO or AR. The ski slopes were a little lacking in the snow department... and they were carpeted underneath. So they were kinda like steps, because I don't think there was another way UP the slopes, except walking up them. Some spots had more snow than others. And I think more than anything, we were sledding and sliding down- on our backside or stomach (which was by the way, slightly terrifying with as steep as the slopes were).
Later on, my family/group had to find a church for something, maybe a meeting? Or baptism? I'm not sure. But while we were there, I watched some wedding designer commercial to get ideas for the future. Our friends gave us flack about which church we chose. There were not good options. There was one church that had quite the fanfare on the ROAD every time we drove by. They were along the side at a stoplight, so when it was red, they had their little banner thing, and then when it turned green, one side flipped open (onto the road), sort of like a purple (nylon) carpet, except going across the lanes of traffic. It was actually pretty neat, just a "little" excessive. Other churches were booked with such short notice, or too expensive. So we found the cheapest one we could. And it suited our needs (whatever they were) just fine.
Earlier in the dream, I was at some kind of camp or something. I stayed in some cabin, because I remember having to pack up all my belongings...and almost leaving without some. Which then made me wish I had started packing the day before. I remember I left food in the fridge, but otherwise, I think I got everything. There was a little girl that would hang out with me. I'm not sure who she was, but she was sweet and quiet.
When we had to head back home, we were not sure how to get there, so we thought, "we could follow our Tennessee friends a little ways, but we wouldn't be sure when we should be turning the opposite direction as them in order to get back to Iowa. Maybe I can get the woman's cell phone number and call if we think we are on the wrong road."
We took a bathroom break before we hopped in the car... I was wearing several layers, as I would when I ski. My dad and I went to a caibo, but there weren't actually walls- it was like a swing/harness hanging from a pine tree. Several of them together (in a square-ish formation) composed the bunch of port-a-potties. I chose one next to my dad, ( =S ) and decided it'd be best to take down SOME of my layers, since I would be sitting in those clothes for several hours in the vehicle, Dad agreed. I asked if I could just take them all down, and he said it probably wouldn't be a good idea. But I kinda started to anyway. I hate peeing in my clothes.
I also went skiing. We must have been somewhere down around MO or AR. The ski slopes were a little lacking in the snow department... and they were carpeted underneath. So they were kinda like steps, because I don't think there was another way UP the slopes, except walking up them. Some spots had more snow than others. And I think more than anything, we were sledding and sliding down- on our backside or stomach (which was by the way, slightly terrifying with as steep as the slopes were).
Later on, my family/group had to find a church for something, maybe a meeting? Or baptism? I'm not sure. But while we were there, I watched some wedding designer commercial to get ideas for the future. Our friends gave us flack about which church we chose. There were not good options. There was one church that had quite the fanfare on the ROAD every time we drove by. They were along the side at a stoplight, so when it was red, they had their little banner thing, and then when it turned green, one side flipped open (onto the road), sort of like a purple (nylon) carpet, except going across the lanes of traffic. It was actually pretty neat, just a "little" excessive. Other churches were booked with such short notice, or too expensive. So we found the cheapest one we could. And it suited our needs (whatever they were) just fine.
Earlier in the dream, I was at some kind of camp or something. I stayed in some cabin, because I remember having to pack up all my belongings...and almost leaving without some. Which then made me wish I had started packing the day before. I remember I left food in the fridge, but otherwise, I think I got everything. There was a little girl that would hang out with me. I'm not sure who she was, but she was sweet and quiet.
When we had to head back home, we were not sure how to get there, so we thought, "we could follow our Tennessee friends a little ways, but we wouldn't be sure when we should be turning the opposite direction as them in order to get back to Iowa. Maybe I can get the woman's cell phone number and call if we think we are on the wrong road."
We took a bathroom break before we hopped in the car... I was wearing several layers, as I would when I ski. My dad and I went to a caibo, but there weren't actually walls- it was like a swing/harness hanging from a pine tree. Several of them together (in a square-ish formation) composed the bunch of port-a-potties. I chose one next to my dad, ( =S ) and decided it'd be best to take down SOME of my layers, since I would be sitting in those clothes for several hours in the vehicle, Dad agreed. I asked if I could just take them all down, and he said it probably wouldn't be a good idea. But I kinda started to anyway. I hate peeing in my clothes.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Colorado Birthday
I was with some people; the same people kept showing up throughout most of my dream. I can't remember what we were doing, but I think there was a dog and/or cat there, too.
I was given two photographs, both practically the same. They were of a town in Colorado with houses, lights and mountains in the background (I can still see it very vividly). One of the pictures looked neater than the other- it had more lights on (it was a night shot).
It was my birthday, and someone had made me a sign that said Birthday Girl or something similar on it. I decided to stick it on the outside of the car window that I was riding in. I was taken to my birthday party. It was similar size and style to my actual party that I had this year, but different people. In fact, there were people there that when I saw them I said to myself, "what are they doing here? I don't even like them!" But I greeted one guy with a "long time, no see!" To others, I hollered their names and waved at them (as if we were a great distance apart).
I was given two photographs, both practically the same. They were of a town in Colorado with houses, lights and mountains in the background (I can still see it very vividly). One of the pictures looked neater than the other- it had more lights on (it was a night shot).
It was my birthday, and someone had made me a sign that said Birthday Girl or something similar on it. I decided to stick it on the outside of the car window that I was riding in. I was taken to my birthday party. It was similar size and style to my actual party that I had this year, but different people. In fact, there were people there that when I saw them I said to myself, "what are they doing here? I don't even like them!" But I greeted one guy with a "long time, no see!" To others, I hollered their names and waved at them (as if we were a great distance apart).
Monday, May 14, 2012
P Ranch, Where the 'P' Doesn't Stand for Pizza
I was chasing some bad guys out of the house with a friend. I told her to grab something heavy (to use as a weapon); I had a paint can, she grabbed something really small that she could use as a weapon, but only up close. We knew they were upstairs, so we headed up. I wanted to just flee the scene (because this wasn't actually our house, so it was more that they were in our 'territory'). She thought we should fight them off, so we did, and we won.
Later on, I was looking for a restroom, and I walked into what I thought was one, but instead of stalls, there were barber chairs. I chose one next to a friend who was getting her hair done. The girl that was working in that chair came back and I asked if I could use it while she wasn't busy. She said yes, so she "tidied up" then left...with the chair. So all she left me was the "stand" that the chair was on. I knew that wouldn't work, so I gave up hope. Then my dad showed up. I told him the situation and he offered to hold my legs up over the chair frame. There was now a container of ranch dressing with several layers of seals and lids on the frame. I peeled off the layers, sat down and peed, but I kept my jeans on. Though it doesn't make sense, it worked in my dream. There were people walking over, so I put my hands in my lap so they couldn't see what I was doing.
Later on, I was looking for a restroom, and I walked into what I thought was one, but instead of stalls, there were barber chairs. I chose one next to a friend who was getting her hair done. The girl that was working in that chair came back and I asked if I could use it while she wasn't busy. She said yes, so she "tidied up" then left...with the chair. So all she left me was the "stand" that the chair was on. I knew that wouldn't work, so I gave up hope. Then my dad showed up. I told him the situation and he offered to hold my legs up over the chair frame. There was now a container of ranch dressing with several layers of seals and lids on the frame. I peeled off the layers, sat down and peed, but I kept my jeans on. Though it doesn't make sense, it worked in my dream. There were people walking over, so I put my hands in my lap so they couldn't see what I was doing.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Strange Company
I was hanging out with a few girlfriends, and we were leaving to go somewhere else. There were five of us going in my car, so there wasn't room for anyone else. Before we were all in, some strange girl came over and stood by the open car door like she was going to get in. I wasn't in yet, and I knew that not only did I not want a stranger in my car, but there was no room for her. So I mean-mugged her, hoping she'd go away. She didn't, so I walked over and pushed her out of the way. Then she tried to get in the front seat. The driver (not me) had moved over to the passenger seat. Strange Girl got in the driver's seat, I saw that she was going to take off as quickly as possible, so I ran and jumped over onto the car to [reach through the non-existent windshield and] stop her from taking the wheel. I was successful.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Well, Shoot.
I had a handgun and lots of ammunition. I was being shot at by some guy who was supposedly a friend, so I was shooting back. I had a couple good shots, and I took a couple hits. At one point he held the gun up close to me, so I put my hand in front of it. He shot, and it didn't do much to me, except my hand stung a little, so it was relatively safe. Though if you saw the bullets, you'd be asking "how?"
There was a moving party, and there were several people that I knew there- middle school kids from 180 and adult leaders from Upward. I put food coloring in my hands (red, yellow, green and blue) to dip my hands in a pot of already-cooked food in order to make it a funky color. It was mac & cheese, but also had some Cheetos, Mike & Ikes and several other things in it. And it was much more liquidy than mac. There were some girls dancing and singing to the song "Good Girls" by Carrie Underwood. I watched them for a bit, because they were good. I couldn't stick around long because I had to get to work. Next door someone else was moving, too- my friend, Kim. Although she hadn't invited a ton of people to help her like the neighbor had.
There was a moving party, and there were several people that I knew there- middle school kids from 180 and adult leaders from Upward. I put food coloring in my hands (red, yellow, green and blue) to dip my hands in a pot of already-cooked food in order to make it a funky color. It was mac & cheese, but also had some Cheetos, Mike & Ikes and several other things in it. And it was much more liquidy than mac. There were some girls dancing and singing to the song "Good Girls" by Carrie Underwood. I watched them for a bit, because they were good. I couldn't stick around long because I had to get to work. Next door someone else was moving, too- my friend, Kim. Although she hadn't invited a ton of people to help her like the neighbor had.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Shy Guy
I was dating an 8th grade boy I know, Tooka. He was from an Indian reservation, but was staying in Iowa for awhile. He was always really quiet, and I barely spoke to him (in real life and in the dream). He gave me gifts, and I took pictures of them.
I got back from a trip, and went to see Tooka, but he was too shy to talk to me. A guy that was there asked me if I wanted to keep my job (babysitting) so the company didn't go out of business. Mom couldn't pay the bills (she was my boss); I didn't want to keep the job, but I felt obligated to. I wanted to find a job at a coffee shop or something.
Tooka's ex-girlfriend, Libby, talked to me and said she watched out for him while I was gone (afterall, shy people need taking care of). Libby was young, cute and nice, so I was a little jealous that she was spending time with Tooka. She said she tried to get my friend, Edwin's phone number in order to call him and let him know that she wanted to take care of Tooka while I was gone. That way, nothing looked fishy. But Edwin doesn't give out his number, so she never contacted him.
I got back from a trip, and went to see Tooka, but he was too shy to talk to me. A guy that was there asked me if I wanted to keep my job (babysitting) so the company didn't go out of business. Mom couldn't pay the bills (she was my boss); I didn't want to keep the job, but I felt obligated to. I wanted to find a job at a coffee shop or something.
Tooka's ex-girlfriend, Libby, talked to me and said she watched out for him while I was gone (afterall, shy people need taking care of). Libby was young, cute and nice, so I was a little jealous that she was spending time with Tooka. She said she tried to get my friend, Edwin's phone number in order to call him and let him know that she wanted to take care of Tooka while I was gone. That way, nothing looked fishy. But Edwin doesn't give out his number, so she never contacted him.
Sylvesterous Ignorous
I was talking to a few people I knew, one of them being this nice boy who kinda looked like a guy I once [regrettably] dated. And not far away- within ten feet- was the guy I dated, Sylvester. I was ignoring him, as I always do, and talking to my friends. Usually I'd just as soon keep plenty of distance from Sylvester, but since I was talking to Nice Boy and not Sylv, I was content.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
A Whole New Disney World
I went to Disney World (or so it was considered). There were a lot of people from my high school there. There were parties or something going on, so I hung out with a few of them. The next day I received a picture message from my friend, Paul with ALL the pictures that had been taken the previous day.
I walked out of a sports bar with a box of leftovers, and decided to find lunch... I didn't want to eat there [again, evidently]. I found my friend, Kayley, outside so I asked if she wanted to join me for lunch at the Olive Garden. I didn't want to take my bulging box of leftovers with me, so I decided to set them on the picnic table outside the sports bar, near the gate of Disney World. I asked the waitress that was outside if she thought it'd be safe to leave them there, she shrugged and said it would probably be fine. I started to walk back into the sports bar and Kayley asked if I was going to get to OG from there.... technically I could have, because it was like a strip mall, and all the businesses were attached on the inside. But I stopped myself, and we walked down the sidewalk to OG. On the way, we found our friend Emma and asked if she wanted to join us. When we got there, the other girls got a table, and for some reason, I went through a back hall and through the kitchen. There was a mattress wedged about chest high between the opposite doorway of the kitchen, so I ducked down and went underneath, trying to avoid being seen by the chef, though I don't think he cared.
I walked out of a sports bar with a box of leftovers, and decided to find lunch... I didn't want to eat there [again, evidently]. I found my friend, Kayley, outside so I asked if she wanted to join me for lunch at the Olive Garden. I didn't want to take my bulging box of leftovers with me, so I decided to set them on the picnic table outside the sports bar, near the gate of Disney World. I asked the waitress that was outside if she thought it'd be safe to leave them there, she shrugged and said it would probably be fine. I started to walk back into the sports bar and Kayley asked if I was going to get to OG from there.... technically I could have, because it was like a strip mall, and all the businesses were attached on the inside. But I stopped myself, and we walked down the sidewalk to OG. On the way, we found our friend Emma and asked if she wanted to join us. When we got there, the other girls got a table, and for some reason, I went through a back hall and through the kitchen. There was a mattress wedged about chest high between the opposite doorway of the kitchen, so I ducked down and went underneath, trying to avoid being seen by the chef, though I don't think he cared.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Baby Time
I went to the hospital, and was basically 'spending the day' there because I was supposed to have a baby later that day. I was eating spaghetti. I was nervous, because I couldn't "relax" and was afraid of the pain as a result of my not relaxing. They were going to give me something like a stool softener to take.
I went on a vacation with my friend Emma. We were at something like the state fair, and I saw a display table with my friends. It was Vikki and Andrea and her adorable daughter, Minnie was sitting on the table. We chatted for a moment, then moved on. Later on, we found Emma's family, all sitting in a row, smiling at us. We weren't sure what they were doing there.
I went on a vacation with my friend Emma. We were at something like the state fair, and I saw a display table with my friends. It was Vikki and Andrea and her adorable daughter, Minnie was sitting on the table. We chatted for a moment, then moved on. Later on, we found Emma's family, all sitting in a row, smiling at us. We weren't sure what they were doing there.
Friday, February 17, 2012
New Grill
My boyfriend came up to me with his lips tucked tightly around his teeth, slightly smiling. I looked at him, trying to figure out why he was making the face he was. Then it occured to me, "did you get new teeth?" He had been missing a front tooth for quite awhile*, and I'd been hoping that he would replace it. He smiled; every space was filled with teeth, but they weren't the straightest or whitest. I was glad he had teeth, but was a little disappointed to see crooked ones.
*My boyfriend actually has beautiful teeth. And for that I'm grateful. :-)
*My boyfriend actually has beautiful teeth. And for that I'm grateful. :-)
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Dented Disappointment
My friend, Manuel, who I see as a good driver, was driving my car, and got a little too close to something. He was inching along slowly, but the rear fender didn't quite clear it, so the car got dented a little. I was bummed, and a little disappointed in Manuel's driving.
Later on, I went to a church-like building to set up my music stand and get my violin ready, as I was going to be performing for an audience. At first, I thought the stand was broken or missing a piece, but then I realized that the legs were just folded up. There was also a photographer there, with a backdrop set up at the back of the church/building.
Later on, I went to a church-like building to set up my music stand and get my violin ready, as I was going to be performing for an audience. At first, I thought the stand was broken or missing a piece, but then I realized that the legs were just folded up. There was also a photographer there, with a backdrop set up at the back of the church/building.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Maui No
I was in the grocery store, and I saw Maui Joe coffee on the shelf. I really like MJ, and have been contemplating a trip to Hy-Vee to pick some up, but feel like I should finish my cheap coffee first. I was shocked to see that the MJ coffee was only $3 and some odd cents! That made me excited, and I picked some up.
I woke up this morning bummed that I didn't have some Maui Joe to brew.
I woke up this morning bummed that I didn't have some Maui Joe to brew.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Not-So-Thrilling Overcharge
I was going to be in this play. It was taking place at this big, old farm house on a gravel road. Everything about this farm was dirty, overgrown, and rundown. The couple that owned the farm were really nice, and had a huge family. And by huge I mean somewhere around 19 kids. I don't know if they were all the couple's kids, or if they were adopted, though. The play was going to be in the barn, so we practiced out there.
Then it came time to practice our part. There were about 10 of us doing the same part. We were to walk around the room (around the audience) like zombies. Fortuntely, my Thriller background made me well-qualified for this role. The guy in the front of the pack kept counting down our entrance from the side curtain, but I thought that was dumb, since we were just zombies (didn't have to be perfect) and since the audience would hear him counting.
As we left the building to head back to the house, I found some nail polish sitting on a table, so I painted my nails on my left hand. As I put it on, I realized it was costume polish, because it made all my nails look bruise-purple. They would actually use that on the actors' faces to achieve a gory look.
After I left the farm, I was with my boyfriend and some other friends. I saw something that made me realize that I had been overcharged for the medication I had gotten earlier in the day; I was supposed to be charged $1.55, and instead I was charged $3.10. I wasn't angry over a buck and a half, but I was a little disappointed, so I mentioned it to someone. She decided I needed to do something about it, so she wrote a short letter to take to the pharmacy and signed it. Then we all hopped into my boyfriend's car and headed back to the house to talk to the parents about it. I couldn't remember for sure which house was theirs, as I kept saying, "I think it was that first one.... or maybe this one." They all looked the same. I asked my boyfriend if he had it plugged into his gps, and he said yes, so I trusted him.
We pulled up to the house, and I recognized it right away; I saw the pasture we had gone out in, and the dirty, white house close to the barn. I stepped out of the car and asked my friend what the purpose of stopping there was. She said, "to have them sign the letter, since you don't have the receipt [for the medication]."
I walked in the house, and they had just finished up with something, and were starting snack. It took a few minutes to pass out snacks to so many kids, so I just waited quietly for them to be available. The mom was Reba McIntire, and the dad was a guy i know.
Then it came time to practice our part. There were about 10 of us doing the same part. We were to walk around the room (around the audience) like zombies. Fortuntely, my Thriller background made me well-qualified for this role. The guy in the front of the pack kept counting down our entrance from the side curtain, but I thought that was dumb, since we were just zombies (didn't have to be perfect) and since the audience would hear him counting.
As we left the building to head back to the house, I found some nail polish sitting on a table, so I painted my nails on my left hand. As I put it on, I realized it was costume polish, because it made all my nails look bruise-purple. They would actually use that on the actors' faces to achieve a gory look.
After I left the farm, I was with my boyfriend and some other friends. I saw something that made me realize that I had been overcharged for the medication I had gotten earlier in the day; I was supposed to be charged $1.55, and instead I was charged $3.10. I wasn't angry over a buck and a half, but I was a little disappointed, so I mentioned it to someone. She decided I needed to do something about it, so she wrote a short letter to take to the pharmacy and signed it. Then we all hopped into my boyfriend's car and headed back to the house to talk to the parents about it. I couldn't remember for sure which house was theirs, as I kept saying, "I think it was that first one.... or maybe this one." They all looked the same. I asked my boyfriend if he had it plugged into his gps, and he said yes, so I trusted him.
We pulled up to the house, and I recognized it right away; I saw the pasture we had gone out in, and the dirty, white house close to the barn. I stepped out of the car and asked my friend what the purpose of stopping there was. She said, "to have them sign the letter, since you don't have the receipt [for the medication]."
I walked in the house, and they had just finished up with something, and were starting snack. It took a few minutes to pass out snacks to so many kids, so I just waited quietly for them to be available. The mom was Reba McIntire, and the dad was a guy i know.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Flexi-glass
I was at some sort of flea market when I found my cousin's wife exhibiting. She had a lot of really nice things (a lot of variety, too). I found a couple things I REALLY wanted to buy from her. One was a colorful piece of glass, sort of folded in half, but still flexible (cuz...ya know...real glass can be flexible). The other thing was some big bowl, or something wooden or something. I can't remember. But I was definitely planning on buying something... just one thing... but could NOT decide which I wanted. Then my cousin came over and I talked to him for a bit, and I had to leave again before I could decide what to buy.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
The 'P' Stands for Garbage
I was with my friend, Jim (a UPS driver) and we came outside to see another UPS guy loading up, so I decided to help him. Soon, Jim was helping, too. Although we weren't loading packages; we were loading garbage. I was combining dumpsters so it was easier for the guy to dump. Some of it was really heavy, so it took a lot of effort to lift up into the dumpster. Jim was wearing jeans and a hoodie, while I was wearing a t-shirt and skort. I had decided to wear the skort instead of jeans, because I wanted to enjoy the breeze on my legs for the last time in awhile. Suddenly, Jim was the one I was helping, and he was now in his brown uniform. He tried to hand me a vest to wear (made from bubble wrap) to keep my clothes clean, but I didn't want to put it on, probably for fear of "volunteering" to help more than I wanted. As I worked, I noticed some cooking grease and other nasty food garbage very near my skort, so I was trying to be careful not to get it on me. I figured if I did, I would never be able to get it completely clean. I thought to myself, "maybe I should have worn grubby clothes... is it too late to change?" Sure enough, I dipped the edge of my skort in the grease.
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