This Week Is Officially Weird
Today the eastern seaboard was rocked by an earthquake. That was freaky in itself. I checked in with my mother and she and Cinny were both fine. The only thing that fell in the house was a box of Trader Joe's Organic Peanut Butter Dog Treats and guess who was starting to go to town on those. I also checked on my future in-laws to make sure they were okay (John checked in on his parents as well). I spoke to Phil, they're shaken, but okay.
The other weird thing was a dream I had last night. I was at a Dairy Queen and I ordered a strawberry sundae. They give me my sundae and there were pickles around the perimeter (those little crinkled ones you get with or on a sandwich or hoagie). I told them it was wrong and sent it back, but each time I got some variation with pickles in it no matter how many times it was corrected. I'm not pregnant. I think deep down somewhere in my mind, I'm being reminded that my biological clock is ticking. OR someone I know is pregnant. John likes my last thought that maybe I'm being warned off from setting foot into a Dairy Queen. I haven't had an ice cream treat in three and a half years, aside from having maybe two teaspoons of gelato on my 32nd birthday and having a taste of my mom's DQ ice cream. I'm talking about full on ice cream treats for my own personal consumption. As much as I was tempted by the Nutter Butter Blizzard, my will was too strong. I also didn't eat my supper yet. I just can't do it. I'm also aware that I am 33, unmarried, and not on the "Mommy Track". However, people I went to school with are getting married and having kids. I have some old fashioned values as well, no kids without getting married first. I want to make sure I settle down with the right person and make 100% sure above all else.
The other weird thing was a dream I had last night. I was at a Dairy Queen and I ordered a strawberry sundae. They give me my sundae and there were pickles around the perimeter (those little crinkled ones you get with or on a sandwich or hoagie). I told them it was wrong and sent it back, but each time I got some variation with pickles in it no matter how many times it was corrected. I'm not pregnant. I think deep down somewhere in my mind, I'm being reminded that my biological clock is ticking. OR someone I know is pregnant. John likes my last thought that maybe I'm being warned off from setting foot into a Dairy Queen. I haven't had an ice cream treat in three and a half years, aside from having maybe two teaspoons of gelato on my 32nd birthday and having a taste of my mom's DQ ice cream. I'm talking about full on ice cream treats for my own personal consumption. As much as I was tempted by the Nutter Butter Blizzard, my will was too strong. I also didn't eat my supper yet. I just can't do it. I'm also aware that I am 33, unmarried, and not on the "Mommy Track". However, people I went to school with are getting married and having kids. I have some old fashioned values as well, no kids without getting married first. I want to make sure I settle down with the right person and make 100% sure above all else.