Showing posts with label DOH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DOH. Show all posts
Monday, March 12, 2012
My Dose of Happy
Monday, February 27, 2012
Wherein I tell you about my dreams
I'm linking up with Band Back Together today for their Monday Dose of Happy. A dream was my DOH today. (Or last night, but whatevs. It made me happy).
I have weird dreams. I very rarely remember them, but lately, I've been having.some doozies.
Last night, for example. I didn't fall asleep until almost 1am. I stayed up watching the Bloggies and the Oscars. And I forgot to take my medicine, so you know. Whatevs.
Anyway-dream. I was dating Jonah Hill. He was taking me on a date and surprised me by having a bunch of.my friends over to a restaurant (that was really someone's house). The only person I remember being there is someone I don't like. And I kinda told her off. She's all "I'm the best mommy in the world! My daughter is perfect! Look what I got today! A new stripper pole!" (And that's in real life, not my dream). So, I might have bitched her out. And made her cry. (In my dream.)
Anyway, I had to go back to my house for some reason. And as I turned a corner, there's Jonah, escorting my BFF and my big, dopey dog. (BFF was wearing a beautiful black pink white ball gown). And I tackled her cause I was so excited to see her. She went on to the restaurant, 'cause I still had to go back to my house for some shit. So, Jonah took me back to my house. Maybe we were taking the dog back. I was holding his collar, and running in heels. Jonah and I were having a conversation about exercising and running. I told him to try running in heels. When we got back to my house, my other really good friend was there, Shortie. She was supposed to be coming to dinner, but she was helping ET and her husband get the kids ready for bed.
Next thing I know, it's daytime. ET is asking me for Bisquick (thanks, Ryan Seacrest) to cover up the smell of a dead body. (I know there is some real chemical that does this. I don't know the name of it, nor do I really care). For whatever reason, he had found a body in the downstairs apartment of my house. Then, everyone starts talking about all the little old ladies that have been found around the city. They've all been killed, tortured, bound. Really weird shit. They died trying to escape. ET found this one body because she had written a note on the window in her own blood. Kinda gross. Maybe I've been watching too much SVU or something.
So, later in the day, I meet up with Jonah (or maybe this was before dinner. My dream timing is really weird. Scenes change all the time.) We decided to go to some dance/karate/exercise class. The public had discovered we were dating, so there were people everywhere trying to talk to me, talk to Jonah, get into this class, so they could see us together. It was really odd. There were no paparazzi, though. So, we go into this class and it's taught by Mr. B (who is The Boy's karate teacher). And to introduce people to the class, he throws a bucket of water on them. He throws one on Jonah and me, and Jonah is being all sweet about it. Trying to shield me from the brunt of the water. We're giggling, having a good time. Then we start arguing about a hair tie. I KNEW I had given him one to put in his pocket, and he'd lost it. I wanted to put my hair up, damnit. He was still really sweet, apologizing and asking girls around us if they had an extra one. I find one on the floor, put my hair up and then woke up. I was kinda sad to wake up. Even sitting here thinking about the dream, I get the little butterflies in my stomach, remembering the sweetness of new romance and the thrill of dating a movie star.
These are the kinds of dreams I have, people.
I have weird dreams. I very rarely remember them, but lately, I've been having.some doozies.
Last night, for example. I didn't fall asleep until almost 1am. I stayed up watching the Bloggies and the Oscars. And I forgot to take my medicine, so you know. Whatevs.
Anyway-dream. I was dating Jonah Hill. He was taking me on a date and surprised me by having a bunch of.my friends over to a restaurant (that was really someone's house). The only person I remember being there is someone I don't like. And I kinda told her off. She's all "I'm the best mommy in the world! My daughter is perfect! Look what I got today! A new stripper pole!" (And that's in real life, not my dream). So, I might have bitched her out. And made her cry. (In my dream.)
Anyway, I had to go back to my house for some reason. And as I turned a corner, there's Jonah, escorting my BFF and my big, dopey dog. (BFF was wearing a beautiful black pink white ball gown). And I tackled her cause I was so excited to see her. She went on to the restaurant, 'cause I still had to go back to my house for some shit. So, Jonah took me back to my house. Maybe we were taking the dog back. I was holding his collar, and running in heels. Jonah and I were having a conversation about exercising and running. I told him to try running in heels. When we got back to my house, my other really good friend was there, Shortie. She was supposed to be coming to dinner, but she was helping ET and her husband get the kids ready for bed.
Next thing I know, it's daytime. ET is asking me for Bisquick (thanks, Ryan Seacrest) to cover up the smell of a dead body. (I know there is some real chemical that does this. I don't know the name of it, nor do I really care). For whatever reason, he had found a body in the downstairs apartment of my house. Then, everyone starts talking about all the little old ladies that have been found around the city. They've all been killed, tortured, bound. Really weird shit. They died trying to escape. ET found this one body because she had written a note on the window in her own blood. Kinda gross. Maybe I've been watching too much SVU or something.
So, later in the day, I meet up with Jonah (or maybe this was before dinner. My dream timing is really weird. Scenes change all the time.) We decided to go to some dance/karate/exercise class. The public had discovered we were dating, so there were people everywhere trying to talk to me, talk to Jonah, get into this class, so they could see us together. It was really odd. There were no paparazzi, though. So, we go into this class and it's taught by Mr. B (who is The Boy's karate teacher). And to introduce people to the class, he throws a bucket of water on them. He throws one on Jonah and me, and Jonah is being all sweet about it. Trying to shield me from the brunt of the water. We're giggling, having a good time. Then we start arguing about a hair tie. I KNEW I had given him one to put in his pocket, and he'd lost it. I wanted to put my hair up, damnit. He was still really sweet, apologizing and asking girls around us if they had an extra one. I find one on the floor, put my hair up and then woke up. I was kinda sad to wake up. Even sitting here thinking about the dream, I get the little butterflies in my stomach, remembering the sweetness of new romance and the thrill of dating a movie star.
These are the kinds of dreams I have, people.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Wherein I get mah Happy On
This week's Dose of Happy link up with Band Back Together wasn't hard to come up with.
Dudes-We got orders. This is the best thing ever. After my ranting about rotating shift work last week, there is an end in sight! EM will be leaving shore duty and returning to an actual boat on June 1st! (Well, we'll detach from this base, have 30 days of moving leave, then he'll report on July 1st.)
BUT! That's not even the best part! We're going to the same boat as my bestest friend and wifey!! AnnaBella and Annifer will be together again!! EM and ET are NOT going to be happy about all the shenanigans that will ensue, but EM picked this boat specifically because of ET. So there. It's his fault.
We'll be moving back to Connecticut and I'm really kinda excited about it. As much as I don't like cold weather, I think I was happiest when I lived there. I had a great job, great friends, the schools were great, and I felt more connected with other wives. My mental health was, I think, at it's peak. Even with the shortened days and less sunlight, I enjoyed being there. Two hours from Boston or New York, 45 minutes from Providence and Hartford. Lots of things to do and see. Maybe my parents' Yankee blood runs deeper in my veins than I thought.
So, let the countdown begin :)
Dudes-We got orders. This is the best thing ever. After my ranting about rotating shift work last week, there is an end in sight! EM will be leaving shore duty and returning to an actual boat on June 1st! (Well, we'll detach from this base, have 30 days of moving leave, then he'll report on July 1st.)
BUT! That's not even the best part! We're going to the same boat as my bestest friend and wifey!! AnnaBella and Annifer will be together again!! EM and ET are NOT going to be happy about all the shenanigans that will ensue, but EM picked this boat specifically because of ET. So there. It's his fault.
We'll be moving back to Connecticut and I'm really kinda excited about it. As much as I don't like cold weather, I think I was happiest when I lived there. I had a great job, great friends, the schools were great, and I felt more connected with other wives. My mental health was, I think, at it's peak. Even with the shortened days and less sunlight, I enjoyed being there. Two hours from Boston or New York, 45 minutes from Providence and Hartford. Lots of things to do and see. Maybe my parents' Yankee blood runs deeper in my veins than I thought.
So, let the countdown begin :)
Monday, January 23, 2012
Wherein I give you a Dose of Happy
I'm linking up today with Band Back Together for a Dose of Happy Monday.
My DOH is short but sweet this week:
TAXES ARE DONE!! Woo to the hoo!!
Doing taxes is always a big thing for me. I don't know why. I always think I'm gonna fuck something up and the IRS is gonna busting through my door and take everything I own. EM has to be with me when I do them. We have one income. We don't own a house. We don't pay taxes on cars (because they are registered under EM's name and he's not 'technically' a resident of the state we live in). We don't qualify for any of the low income tax benefits. We didn't have child care expenses (this year). Our taxes are probably the simplest ones to be done. It still makes me anxious.
But! They are done. For another year!
What's your Dose of Happy?
My DOH is short but sweet this week:
TAXES ARE DONE!! Woo to the hoo!!
Doing taxes is always a big thing for me. I don't know why. I always think I'm gonna fuck something up and the IRS is gonna busting through my door and take everything I own. EM has to be with me when I do them. We have one income. We don't own a house. We don't pay taxes on cars (because they are registered under EM's name and he's not 'technically' a resident of the state we live in). We don't qualify for any of the low income tax benefits. We didn't have child care expenses (this year). Our taxes are probably the simplest ones to be done. It still makes me anxious.
But! They are done. For another year!
What's your Dose of Happy?
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