When I dream of Ireland, the flight attendants give you vouchers for a free meal, and the shuttle takes you to a very American looking, off the highway rest area type place, right in the middle of Dublin, where the only thing server is Arbys. But it's free, and Irish. And John is with me.
When I dream of moving on, it is with my best friend's brother and we have a daughter. My best friend does not have a brother.
When I dream of Caroline, she's 6, the flower girl in John's wedding (which I'm at) and she doesn't remember me.
It's been a bad week for dreams.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Holiday Spirit
Next week is Thanksgiving and normally about this time I would be all about the holidays. I usually have a great holiday spirit, even with all the stress. But I just can't find it this year. Not that this is surprising, it's just frustrating. I want to be happy and celebratory. But I'm just all anti-holiday. I just want to be with family and friends but also just see how wrong it is that John won't be there too.
Anyway, here's a few other random things to keep you updated on me.
My project is ending this week at work. This is bittersweet. I love this project and will be sad to see it go. But, of course seeing it complete, being finished, is always nice.
I have a phone interview for a job I will not like, but for a paycheck I will. So let's just hope all goes well.
I am trying to plan so I can move out in January, but some of that may depend on John's plans for the house and my budget.
I am coming up with a list of songs I cannot listen to. I hope this phase doesn't last long cause I like these songs.
I went out with a friend on Saturday night and had a blast. Yay for the bar! It was a quiet place and we just sat around talking, listening to music, but it was great to get out.
Of course, this made me really want to be out on a date/get hit on/whatever. The convo on facebook afterwards between strangers about how hot I am did make me feel nice, but these strangers are married. Where are the hot single guys who want to hang out? I think it's time for a rebound...date...or something... I can only hang out with married people so much before I lose it.
I did not send drunk text messages! Probably because I was not that drunk.
I did have a dream about a dog who died. It was depressing. But not as scary as men breaking into my house. So, the nightmares are improving? God that's messed up.
Anyway, here's a few other random things to keep you updated on me.
My project is ending this week at work. This is bittersweet. I love this project and will be sad to see it go. But, of course seeing it complete, being finished, is always nice.
I have a phone interview for a job I will not like, but for a paycheck I will. So let's just hope all goes well.
I am trying to plan so I can move out in January, but some of that may depend on John's plans for the house and my budget.
I am coming up with a list of songs I cannot listen to. I hope this phase doesn't last long cause I like these songs.
I went out with a friend on Saturday night and had a blast. Yay for the bar! It was a quiet place and we just sat around talking, listening to music, but it was great to get out.
Of course, this made me really want to be out on a date/get hit on/whatever. The convo on facebook afterwards between strangers about how hot I am did make me feel nice, but these strangers are married. Where are the hot single guys who want to hang out? I think it's time for a rebound...date...or something... I can only hang out with married people so much before I lose it.
I did not send drunk text messages! Probably because I was not that drunk.
I did have a dream about a dog who died. It was depressing. But not as scary as men breaking into my house. So, the nightmares are improving? God that's messed up.
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