JIMMER

Yeah right. This post is not about Jimmer. It's really just snippets I'd like to share.

1.
Conversation from the weekend:
"I feel really trendy today."
"Really?"
"Yeah, my shoes and shirt and cute scarf. Why, you don't think I look trendy?"
"Uhmmm not really..?"
"What do you think I look like?"
"Kinda grungy..."

I was so amused by this conversation, lucky for him.  Perhaps on another day, it might not have gone so well.  I have to admit, I hadn't showered that day & my hair was greaseball-esque (he made reference to my headband to showcase the grunginess) so I'll give him that. 

2.
My new favorite meal is grilled {American} cheese on sourdough from Stew Leonards. Best. I can't stop eating them.  & Stew Leonards?  The most incredible grocery store I have ever visited.  Meat from Amish country?  Farm fresh tomatoes in March?  Artisan breads and cheeses for snobs?  Fresh flowers galore?  Yes to all of it.  Oh, and yes, I'll take a free coconut frozen yogurt at the end of it all to make up for the ouchie bill.

3.
It's March, which brings us into the frenzy of March Maddress.  Which is awesome and I actually really love it.  Probably because my Dad was almost MIA for my birth because it was so tempting.  We filled out brackets.  We made bets.  If I win, he doesn't get to play "Words with Friends" for a month.  It's his best hobby lately to play that game.  He always wants help with words and he has 3 or 4 games going at all times. It's the most.  Intervention time.  If he wins, I have to friend request all of his ex-girlfriends on Facebook.  Just kidding, that was suggested, but we both decided to take the we're-not-in-middle-school-anymore route.  If I he wins, he gets to drive my car (the nice one) and I get his (the 1995 Nissan Altima with 260,000+ miles) for a month.  I will update you when UNC wins.

4.
I have wanted to tell so many people about this on so many different occasions.  So here is a special (maybe tacky) blog shout out to a few peeps. I am sorry if you don't know the people I am referring to:

The other night I had a dream.  I was in high school, married, but at Mountain Crest High again.  I was standing out by the cafeteria when a boy with long blonde hair started to flirt with me (it shouldn't be a big deal for me to say his name since the chances of him ever finding this blog, let alone reading it, are a million to one. But I am still nervous & anyone from said dream will know who he is.  Enad is what we'll call him, okay-that is just his name spelled backwards.  Now you know).  He hadn't seen me in a while (duh) and wanted to know how I was.  He winked.  It was cute.  He put his arm around me.  I felt guilty.  So I fled, but felt exhilarated that I still had it.  I KNOW!  I cannot be held accountable for dream feelings.  Then I ran into my dear friend Jacki who started sobbing and gave me the biggest hug.  She is so sweet, she was upset and felt so bad for me.  I helped her stop crying.  Then Bryce, Ali, Kassidy, Stacey, Krissy and Kara came & we were having a joyous, chatty session.  I was elated.  I suggested a sleepover (16th birthday style) & they all agreed.  I ran home to get ready.  I looked out my window and decided that once they got there I would take them to "RAINBOW ROAD" as a surprise.  In my dream, Rainbow Road was a road that lead to Ethan Searle's house, and if you looked out my window (at the road) first thing in the morning, when the dew and sun were on it at the same time, it turned into a rainbow.  Special!  I know.  Then my dream took me to a trailor where I was in a little, gross room with Regan in my skivvies.  I asked her to take me to school because we had both missed the bus.  She told me she wouldn't take me because it would make Kenna late,  & she was only taking Kenna.  She looked so pretty & I was sad that she was mean.  I went to go find my Mom to tell on her BUT THEN I WOKE UP.

That is not an unusual dream.  And that is probably why I wake up tired most mornings - because I do SO FREAKING MUCH ALL NIGHT LONG. Really.  Planning sleepovers and dealing with emotional meltdowns and coordinating rides out of the trailor park is exhausting.