Ah the joys of raising boys...
The other day I went to pick Kelly up from school and I am not kidding... the boy wasn't in the car for more than 5 minutes when he farted (sorry but you know I'll talk about anything and everything...) It seriously reeked so bad that I rolled the window down and looked over at his angelic face. He was trying so hard to look innocent. It was an award winning look. "Eww... GROSS! What crawled up your butt and died? A dog?" I asked. He looked over at me like I had lost my mind and said, "Get real mom, my butt's too little, a dog would never fit."
Does he sound a little too much like me??? I think so too... I lost it!! I just died laughing.
So I asked about a smaller animal, I think a hamster...(yes I am aware of all the horror stories but I knew he wouldn't so I didn't feel bad asking him.) and he made his fist into a tiny little hole and said, "nothing crawled up there mom cause it's my butt is only this big"
I mumbled something about my foot going up his butt... but I digress. I then proceeded to ask about a worm or another large bug. He was so shocked that I would even ask him that "because don't I know that worms don't smell that bad when they die?"
He said all this with a straight face. It was so priceless.
Ah the joys of raising little boys... That is a conversation I NEVER thought I'd have with anyone.
So the other night Pat couldn't sleep very well, causing me to not be able to sleep very well. Come to find out that it was all the fault of a house elf. Yes you heard right, a HOUSE ELF. Apparently it was under the bed and was kicking the mattress. Causing the bed to shake which is why I thought that it was Pat moving all night. I was getting quiet upset because it felt like he was seriously bouncing all night. And according to Pat, I snored a little, which I don't think I did, but he says that I did. So I then in turn blamed his House Elf. I must be allergic to him and when he's so close to me, hiding under the bed like that, that it made me stuffy and caused my snoring. So it is all Pat's fault, if he had left his House Elf somewhere else we would have both slept soundly.
So last night I had a dream that I was with my family and this guy is trying to kill me by blowing me up. Now in the dream my boys are about the age they are now, but my sister (who is currently childless) has two boys a little younger than mine. So it was supposed to be further in the future. All this also happens in or very near BC. At one point I was tired of trying to be one step ahead of this guy and go to my family to see what can be done, and at that moment I realize that Brenda is in on it and is also trying to do me in. So my genius plan is to take her kids with me everywhere I go, along with mine. But sadly that doesn't solve it. She puts little bombs under the rocking chairs in the boys rooms so that if I sat on them and went to stand up, they would blow up. While i was holding her baby!!! I was like WTF?? Anyway, I run away from my house and head towards BC and a lady that I once upon a time ago worked for started following me up towards the highway on one of those bigwheel three wheelers that kids ride. She was riding one of those and was gaining on me while I was running. But i made it across the street to the east side of the road and started running while I was holding one baby and two kids were running after me and I kept thinking that we'd have to stop soon cause we were all going to be out of breath but, we never did need to stop. I made it all the way to 1100 S and in my dream reality the police station was right there. About where the golf course is, which I knew that and that was why I had to make it to the east side of the street.
So this is the type of dreams that I have been having lately! I also dreamed the other night that both my mom and grandma were alive and I was at my grandmas house with my mom. I was fighting with one of my friends trying to get her to leave the house cause I was done dealing with her and wanted her gone. While this was going on, I was giving Cameron a bath (don't ask me why, I guess that I was ok with giving him a bath while yelling at my friend). Right after I was done I walked past my mom who was in the back bedroom, (my grandma the whole time was in her room, she never did come out) My mom told me that the police wanted to talk to me because there had been a robbery at the convenience store that I worked at a long time ago. I hadn't worked there since before I had my baby, but they wanted to talk to me cause it was, they thought, an inside job and so they wanted my finger prints and a statement about where I was that morning. Which I had been there fighting with my friend and both my mom and grandma had not only seen us but heard us all morning. So I was more than willing to try and help them. They told me that they were talking to me cause I had held several positions and had knowledge of they way the store worked. So naturally I thought it was the WFJ and they then informed me that it was the OFJ they were talking about and I said that I had only been a cashier there and nothing else but they thought I had been in every position to which I had to say NO, and then explained that in WFJ I had only been a relief person and had no importance at all. They then went away after asking me who I thought could have done it, but since i don't even know who works there anymore I couldn't be of any help.
So I haven't figured out what both of these dreams mean or could be trying to telling me, so I guess it's just my imagination running wild again.
I also had a small dream that combined the dress of today with the talk of the 1800's. That was an interesting dream but it didn't last very long at all.
Here is your door prize!!! Take your pick!!!
You have many, many prizes to pick from. LOL
Less than 9 days!!! Are we getting excited?!?!?!
So I have to blog about this here instead of my myspace blog, cause the person who I am going to write about my read my blog one day and I don't want to offend her. So I have a myspace account and I have several friends on there. I was looking a some of their pages and I must say that at first I was surprised to see that she had one, but the more I looked at her page the more it made sense. Several of her kids are on there. Well, she had a daughter that died a few years ago and someone made a account for her and I just thought that was going a little too far. They get on her page and tell her that they miss her and all that but it's just weird to me. Am I the only one that this is weird too?? I guess given who it is, I shouldn't be so surprised, she's been weird about it.
Ghosts and ghost stories become romantic?? I was watching the Travel Channel tonight and I've heard several times that ghost are romantic. Now I am still fairly newly married and we still like the romance but I have yet to say to him, "Gee dear, I still love you but I feel that our marriage is lacking some romance, lets go try and find a ghost or a haunted house to liven things up"
Call me weird but this is not something that I think of as romantic. I'd prefer dinner in a nice quiet place, a walk or a drive with just the two of us, flirting to our hearts content and of course some foreplay. 
I love ghost stories and haunted houses and I try to go out of my way to see them. I have a very open mind and am willing to believe in them until I have absolute proof in front of me that they are not real... now, don't get me wrong, I think a lot of people fake a lot of things, but I know that there are some things that just can't be explained away. But never "Oh look its a ghost... I think I love you, kiss me" type of thing.
I will admit that when I get scared, a real scare, that it turns me on, (sorry if this is TMI but you ask for it if your reading my blogs, TMI is to be expected sometimes... at least I'm not telling you about the hot and heavy sex I had the other night, LOVE MY HUBBY!!!
) So anyway, back to the scary things that turn me on, but that's like turned on lets have sex soon, not romance I love you. And seeing a ghost in front of my face would probably scare the shit out of me. I'll have to get back to you on that one, if I ever get a ghost in front of my face, or even behind me, or I guess anywhere in the room for that matter.
So.... I have decided that I have read enough classics for the time being, but I still have more to go and since I LOVED Pride and Prejudice so much, I will have to read that one yet again. Last night, I had a very vivid dream where I lived back in the late 1800's. I was living in the same time period of most of the people I have been reading about. Of course because I didn't write it down and it's now almost midnight, I have forgotten most of the dream, but I do remember that a wealthy gentleman was taking me to Paris from England because I needed to be hidden from someone, (I can't remember who) But that this Gentleman liked me and I wasn't sure if I liked him at the time or not, but wasn't in any position to refuse his help at that time. And I remember being VERY excited that I was going to Paris! I have always loved Paris and dearly want to go to France one day while I am still young enough to enjoy it. I also remember that it was important that he was wealthy because in all my books that is
a key point. I can still see the streets in my dream, they were made of I think it's called cobble stones, and the shops were all small and had one or maybe two people working in them. I sadly woke up before I made it to Paris, but I would have loved to even go there in a dream. I was thinking after i got up that if I could have a few of the comforts of today, I would go back and live in that time period where everyone was so civil to each other and everyone tried to look nice and just how simple everything was back then. I find that I get so tired of the hustle and bustle of today that it would be a welcomed relief to live back when you arrived somewhere in either a carriage or on horse back or by walking. And to have balls where you get dressed up and the dances take a half hour for just one dance.
I have finished reading Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, am in the middle of Mansfield Park and decided to take a break from the classics to finish reading (for like the 4th time) Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire. Then I am going to start on the Twilight series again so that everything is fresh and ready to go when Breaking Dawn comes out!!
