happy monday

Mondays suck. 

That being said, something fun you can do to make Monday suck less is to Google your name.  Unless you have a name like Hilary, in which case all that comes up are pictures of Hilary Duff on the red carpet, and Google so menacingly asking "did you mean Hillary Clinton? Showing results for Hillary Clinton".  Duff and Clinton, you have ruined the Google your name game for me.  But, Urban Dictionary?  Totally made me laugh.
 

my dreams are crazy.

A while back, I decided to keep a dream journal.


I've never been one of those people who remembers their dreams in great detail, in fact I typically forget them the moment I open my eyes.  It sounded fun, and I was told that in committing to the practice of writing down my dreams, I would have bigger! better! more vivid! memorable! dreams.  Awesome!


Little did I know that my brain would take this little experiment to a whole new level.


At first, I would rack my brain as soon as I woke up trying to remember any little detail from my dreams the night before.  Slowly, I was able to wake groggily in the middle of the night to write down the dream I had.  But then.  THEN I started writing IN MY SLEEP.  Which is amazing.  And is way more entertaining!  Now, I often wake up and excitedly open my dream journal to find barely legible descriptions of the most random stuff ever.  My longer entries, which I will probably share with you later, are almost always about food. Sometimes I can barely read what I scratched out on the page.  For example:

"Step by step making an egg sandwich, & a soup."

And I don't remember writing it, let alone having the dream.  

Here are some other gems:

"In a forest jumping to the tops of trees!  Then, in a store picking out neck ties."


"Slow motion bumper cars through a tunnel."


"Sonya Sotamayor!!!!!!"


"Side by side escalators.  I'm on one and there are tropical fish on the other."


"Dead bird in my purse."


"Worms in my sleeves!! Something about fig newtons."


"Ordered a HUGE bowl of guacamole!  Random man sat with us and was eating it all very quickly and making me extremely ANGRY!"


"LARPERS?"

HAHAHA

A friend of mine introduced me to this super weird, unbelievably random and hilarious blog yesterday... and I am shamed (cough not at all shamed) to admit that I have not gotten any work done and have had to stifle laughter for fear of someone walking by and noticing me laughing while alone in my office.  The spaghatta nodle stuff is almost more than I can handle!

ode to summer?

I just found this rant I wrote during the Summer, how fitting now that Winter is setting in...

Basil at my community garden

Certain people were apparently created with super human resistance to heat and humidity. Perhaps there is a genetic explanation behind those who sit all winter pining after temperatures over 90 combined with an unreasonably high amount of moisture in the air (how is it that 100% humidity does not equal rain?).  They happily walk along the pavement (which, mind you, is distorted and waving in the distance as the heat rises off of it), sleep with the windows open in the middle of July and stand over grills all summer. I can tell you right now, I am not one of those people.  Maybe I have more sweat glands than most, because a walk from home to work in the summer will leave me drenched, red in the face and practically dehydrated.