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Man so I guess I have weird dreams in California, too.

The first time, I dreamed [livejournal.com profile] hi_falootin's Mike was living with someone with Down's Syndrome, and had to go to court to try to prove the relationship was consensual and okay. Rayn was his lawyer, Darcy the other attorney trying to press the incompetance of Down Syndrome guy. (Brain never gave me a name.) I think it was determined that the relationship was okay, and off they went.

The second one wasreally scary and creepy )

Thankfully, the shops, streets, and alleys that were all in this dream are also in my Iowa hometown. Yay! :\


So we're going to have pancakes this morning (blue ones, maybe?? :D) and then see about doing some other stuff. Golden Gate walking seems the most likely, and yay! BUT BUT I ONLY HAVE 463 PICTURES LEFT ON MY CAMERA. Note to self: bring moar batteries. I also woke up with a Matchbox 20 song in my head; the dream broken by the sound of water in pipes and if it's just that you're weak, we can talk about it. HOKAY. This bed in the guest room of Kelly's parents house is really comfy, except when I woke up at like five and had to use the bathroom, I came back and had to turn on the light and stand here and make the bed, because I somehow short-sheeted myself or something. One blanket was on the floor, the other two tangled and scattered from hell to breakfast.

Okay, now is time to get ready for brekkie and the day. I sure hope that giant robot from Monsters Vs. Aliens doesn't go a-bridge-destroyin while we're out there.
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CLEANING CLEANING CLEANING

AND THEN GOING TO BED

MUST WORK 10 HOURS TOMORROW, PICK UP EMMY AND TAKE HER TO MOM'S, AND THEN GO PICK UP [livejournal.com profile] sunsetsinthewes
NOTE TO SELF: DIRECTIONS MIGHT BE A GOOD IDEA. PRINT THEM. ALSO, GET GAS.

GOD AT LEAST IT IS NOT -14 OR WHAT THE FUCK EVER. THE MIDWEST APPARENTLY DECIDED TO WARM UP (LOL 29 DEGREES F) JUST IN TIME FOR GEENA TO COME BACK

ALSO I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON BUT ONCE AGAIN I APPEAR TO BE IN THE MIDST OF A SEVERAL-WEEK-LONG OMFG I'M GOING TO DIE PIT. WE ARE JUST GOING TO HOPE THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN.

BECAUSE I WOULD BE REALLY SAD IF I DIED AND ALL OF MY GUYS DIED WITH ME

REALLY SAD
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Sooooo driving in post-Christmas traffic in a huge city is fun, right? We went to Davenport to try to do Emmy's Build-A-Bear (which went pretty well, she chose a grey ballerina kitty and fell asleep in the car with it)...and it was packed, of course. Getting out of the parking lot proved interesting.

We got in the car, and then couldn't back up because there was this old lady in a car directly behind ours. I thought she might've been waiting for another car to pull out so she could have their spot, but we couldn't see anyone else moving. There were lots of people walking in the middle of the roads though, so it would've been hard to back out, plus a lot of cars going around this old lady's car and zipping by. We couldn't get out because she was RIGHT behind us, and we sat there waiting, until Dustin finally opened his door and was like, "Um, can you move your car? Please?"

So, this old lady looks toward us, sees both of us looking, kind of throws her hands up and shakes her head in exasperation, puts her car into reverse and looks behind her...then proceeds to stomp on the gas and back up directly into the front of the truck that was waiting behind her.

UM OKAY

So then she pulls forward, gets out of her car, and goes over to the window of the truck, where another lady (35ish) had been driving and was now looking at her like "......". I saw the old lady start talking, flap her hands in our direction, then go back toward her car. The one in the truck got out and looked at the front of hers, called something about it only hitting her bumper, and got back in her truck. No, there wasn't any damage, but how did we enjoy that "UM HAY IT'S THAT GUY'S FAULT I BACKED INTO YOUR TRUCK EVEN THOUGH I WAS LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER, BECAUSE I WAS SITTING BEHIND THEIR CAR AND NOT MOVING AND HE RUSHED ME".

Happy fucking New Year to you too, lady.
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Ugh god so I just spent like 20 minutes trying to sew up the leg of one of my favourite pairs of jeans...frustrating. I hate sewing. Especially since I pricked myself with the needle twice, once on the pad of my index finger and owww. No blood or anything, since I've got wondrous callouses all over my hands, but it still hurt ): At least I can probably wear these jeans to work now. I think they frown on your pants being ripped most of the way up to your knee. I used to just safety-pin them and call it good, but I was always afraid I'd go to flop on the sofa, the pin would come undone and cheerily stab me like no other.


I also think I had a stress/axiety dream about the California trip in Februray. Geena and I were talking a little about it last night, and then I dreamed my usual "OMFG SCARY, AM NERVOUS NAO" dream. That I kept forgetting things, including where and when I was supposed to be somewhere. First, I forgot my luggage, and was begging my father to buy a ticket so he could ~run it out to me~. I got to Chicago (which I am not even going to now, just Moline --> Denver --> San Jose, and back again) and found Geena on a bus and sat with her, but then our bus was raided and we had to all pile out the back. I don't remember who raided it or why. Then I was back home and trying to get my things together, and couldn't remember what time the next plane was supposed to be leaving. I was all, "Oh well, my parents know, they'll tell me" and didn't consult anything (which irl, I'd have the itinerary glued to my FOREHEAD). Then finally I did, and realized the plane was scheduled to take off from Chicago in two hours. It's about three hours from here to O'Hare. I started yelling for my parents and begging them can we leave now please and they were like "we won't make it there in time no matter what!" "we can HURRY, maybe the plane will be delayed". Then I forgot my boarding pass/information. I don't remember if dream!me was able to make the departure or not, because then I was part of a gang of young'ins running through a forest from something. I think something we just did, though I don't remember what. We saw a car being pulled over by a cop, and it was one of our buddies. One of us distracted the cop by screaming off to the side as if in pain or fright, and our buddy was able to escape. The cop caught us though, and gave us a strict talking-to, and then gave us the chance to ~come clean~ about our crime. On the spur of the moment, I lied for everyone. We were let go, then I was at some house I've never seen before, hanging out with Geena's mother. She was knitting and kept asking me if I wanted coffee cake. Instead, I got on my computer and started writing a story about Johnny Corlioni being pissed off at Vito and Gino, though he kept repeatedly referring to them as twins.

At least two of you can probably guess exactly where all of that came from, so.

Now I'm going to go eat the rest of my breakfast from yesterday and try to write. My own story, this time.
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I have some recipes collected that I've torn out of magazines and newspapers and whatever. I'll probably end up losing them, so I'm going to type up and post them, and anyone else can try them too.

Included:
Salmon, Red Pepper, and Green Bean Salad
Adobo-Glazed Mini Turkey Loaves
Sweet Potato Shepard's Pie
Pink Lemonade Cookie Pops
And something my brother makes I made him write me the recipe for. It has like oats and peanut butter and flax seed and stuff.

i'm not adopted )


Today I finally finished a scene for my story that's kind of important, so I hope anyone interested will check that out. Dustin and I went on a drive to look at the changing leaves, and I got some pictures I might post tomorrow. We were worried we might have to take Emmy to the doctor tomorrow since her cough is still pretty bad, but she didn't have a fever the whole night. Tomorrow I get to be off work in time to come home before Dustin has to leave, so we don't have to worry about sending her to daycare or to my mom's, so that's good. Hopefully she'll be getting over it by the time I get home. Fingers crossed no overtime announced tomorrow for the rest of the week, but I expect it will be. Still, a seven-hour day tomorrow is quite nice after working five hours more than that for the past several weeks. I won't have to go to bed at 10:30 tonight, or get up at 5:15 tomorrow, and that's something.

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