Has it been two months -really?
I can't believe I haven't been updating for 8 weeks, like my home screen just told me. We have been busy--we've been to Utah, kids' sports adfinitum, illnesses, and I just went to the premiere of New Moon the other day. Also, my husband and I had a rare date night last night and saw "The Blind Side" which I highly recommend to you all.
I haven't even watched last week's episode of Supernatural (gasp), I am about two weeks behind on The Office and am finally caught up with Glee. I haven't watched any of the new season of Friday Night Lights, and that makes me sad.
So, just the usual crap...really nothing much. I guess my blog imitates real life, I would much rather listen and/or comment on other people's hubbub than talk about my own. Plus I am on Facebook all the time and that's where I post my pics. It's too hard on lj and takes about 15 mintues to post one on my ancient puter.
Mostly I wanted to write down this crazy ass dream I had last night, interpret it at will--
I find myself working at a Quick Mart/Circle K type place and one of my coworkers is training me because I am new and decides I am good to go and sticks me behind the counter, manning the register by myself. I identify my lack of skills and ineffective training immediately when my first customer hands me her money and I don't even know how to open the till. Then, and here it becomes interesting, I promise, three dudes, kind of dressed up Matrix-style (sans sunglasses) all in black coats and stuff kind of sidle up behind me (because at my mini-mart anyone can come and grab their own cigs, right?) My dream self is a little concerned, but not much, and then I feel a gun being stuck in my back and the middle dude whispers to give him all the money. Here's where I should be frightened and panicky, right, but no, I am apologetic and quite frustrated that I don't know how to open the register for him. Which he of course readily believes, and so what do we do about it? We go out back and make out. With the gun still pointed at my back. I remember saying, "we'll make sure you try the other till, it has more money." I was very accomodating. He also somehow knew my name, my nickname even, and oh yeah, he looked just like Sulu from the Star Trek movie (you know, the Asian guy from the "Harold and Kumar" movies, right? Isn't that the same dude?).
Anyway, like I said, 8 KINDS OF CRAZY. WTF??
Hope everyone is doing well. I do read all your blogs, I just don't think I'll keep this one any more. We'll see.
XOXO
C
I haven't even watched last week's episode of Supernatural (gasp), I am about two weeks behind on The Office and am finally caught up with Glee. I haven't watched any of the new season of Friday Night Lights, and that makes me sad.
So, just the usual crap...really nothing much. I guess my blog imitates real life, I would much rather listen and/or comment on other people's hubbub than talk about my own. Plus I am on Facebook all the time and that's where I post my pics. It's too hard on lj and takes about 15 mintues to post one on my ancient puter.
Mostly I wanted to write down this crazy ass dream I had last night, interpret it at will--
I find myself working at a Quick Mart/Circle K type place and one of my coworkers is training me because I am new and decides I am good to go and sticks me behind the counter, manning the register by myself. I identify my lack of skills and ineffective training immediately when my first customer hands me her money and I don't even know how to open the till. Then, and here it becomes interesting, I promise, three dudes, kind of dressed up Matrix-style (sans sunglasses) all in black coats and stuff kind of sidle up behind me (because at my mini-mart anyone can come and grab their own cigs, right?) My dream self is a little concerned, but not much, and then I feel a gun being stuck in my back and the middle dude whispers to give him all the money. Here's where I should be frightened and panicky, right, but no, I am apologetic and quite frustrated that I don't know how to open the register for him. Which he of course readily believes, and so what do we do about it? We go out back and make out. With the gun still pointed at my back. I remember saying, "we'll make sure you try the other till, it has more money." I was very accomodating. He also somehow knew my name, my nickname even, and oh yeah, he looked just like Sulu from the Star Trek movie (you know, the Asian guy from the "Harold and Kumar" movies, right? Isn't that the same dude?).
Anyway, like I said, 8 KINDS OF CRAZY. WTF??
Hope everyone is doing well. I do read all your blogs, I just don't think I'll keep this one any more. We'll see.
XOXO
C