Lots of Cookie Dough in Me

Okay, okay....I have got to get my blogging act together. I have all sorts of fun things to blog about. Such as my wild and crazy dreams that have been in over abundance lately. For example: Terrorists setting off volcanoes while I'm hiking on the mountain. Or God forming our bodies from cookie dough, setting us on conveyor belts to bake. If we end up puffy (aka fat) we know God used a bigger handful of dough, and if we baked thin and crisp He used scant amounts of dough. (Hmmmm...I think I was in the more dough bucket.) Or how about the one where Brad Pitt was in a boat race. Only his boat was a hollowed out pumpkin with the goopy stringy stuff hanging into the river below. And I, lucky me, had to be the filter for the stringy stuff and swim through it, cleaning it out like an algae fish, even though I couldn't hold my breath. Believe you me, I have more from where this came from. Oh my dreams....they're going to be the death of me someday.

I told Kat I would do a post with more info about blog books...and I will....I promise Kat....someday.

And I have oodles of pictures and a couple of fun stories from our weekend family reunion.

But today, 3 out of 4 kids have already cried (we've only been awake for a little over an hour), chores are NOT getting done, and the fighting has reached obscene levels. SO, I think I'm going to shut off the computer, abandon chores today and go do something fun with my kids. Maybe the zoo, or feeding the ducks.

Don't forget to check out Shannon's auction for Kori, if you haven't already. Today is the last day to bid on items.

I'm a Movie Star

Last night I had the CRAZIEST dream. I dreamt that I starred in the pilot episode for Lost. I was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and had all sorts of dealings with Ben and Locke. I was Boones love interest, but he got blown up along with a herd of buffalo on a bridge. LOL! My character also died in the first episode, but because of my death, it brought about all these crazy twists and turns for future episodes.

This dream was SO real and vivid that when I woke up this morning I seriously thought, "I need to go pull out that first episode (thank goodness I won that from Kat) and see how well I performed. That sure was a great time. I forgot how cool of a person Naveen was. I bet they're going to call my character back before this show ends completely." Then I laid there for second and had to really think about whether or not this was true.

Alas, none of it was true. I was never the star character for Lost. The show wasn't based around my death. Boone never loved me. Naveen and I weren't personal freinds. But, I DID play Dorothy in the school musical when I was 14.

MRSA Dream

I forgot to say that all night I dreamed about him having MRSA.

I dreamed that we were having a family function (eating sloppy joes) and Jarom's cousin Jonathan, who is a doctor, showed up with his little family. As soon as he saw Jarom's head he wouldn't let his family eat anything and he kept his hands in the air so he wouldn't touch anything. He ended up letting me serve him a glass of milk, but that's it.

Such bizarre stuff, but I woke up and chuckled to myself. So Rachel and fam, don't come visit for a while cause you might starve to death. :)

Dreams

If you know me at all, you know that I dream some pretty incredible things at night. I dream VIVIDLY every night. In Jr. High I had a teacher that made my class journal every day. I decided I would keep a log of my previous night's dream. And I was able to enter something everyday that year. I really should do it again, because I have some amazing dreams. (Although no one but myself cares to hear about them. Except maybe my sister-in-law Natalie Manwaring who dreams like a freak too.)

Last night's dream was just too good not to write down and keep forever though. Are you ready????

I dreamed that I was Hannah Montana!!!!

Apparently I have been hanging around my 7 & 9 year old daughters WAY too much! (Or maybe just the right amount.) Yes, it's true, I was a 15 year old girl in my dream, preparing for a concert, warding off all sorts of 12 and 13 year old wanna-be boyfriends.

Is there something wrong with me???