I have been known to have weird dreams. No mom, I am not pregnant. When I was little I had a recurring dream of being stuck in the Wizard of Oz and it wasn’t a happy Oz. For some reason I was in a coffin and I couldn’t get out. Clicking my heels didn’t work. That is probably why I have an uneasiness towards coffins.

I also had a dream that my aunt died. We were at a house for the memorial service and for some reason her dead body was lying on a bed in one of the bedrooms. The weirdest part is she was also hovering around the house, from about her knees up, talking to people. Just so you know, my aunt is well and alive. When I told her about my dream she didn’t find it very amusing. (Note to self: Keep weird dreams of hovering dead aunts to yourself.)  Come to think of it, I had this dream more than once as well.

I know what you are thinking. I dream about death too much. Its not true. Last night I had a dream I was on Surviver and I made it to the final 2. We were on some stage like at the end when they get everyone together to read the final vote. Jeff Probst was about to read the votes when he said that they were going to do it differently this time. The 2 finalists had to compete in challenges and whoever won the most would win the million dollars. In the crowd were my family and a whole bunch of people from my past. I don’t remember what the first 2 challenges were, but I do remember that I won both of them. I was about to compete in the the 3rd challenge, which I knew would be a piece of cake, when I woke up. I was a little bummed. I wanted to know how it ended. I’m sure I won the 3rd challenge and got the million dollars. Its my dream. I can end it however I want.

1. Wake up. (check)

2. Get ready for the day. (check)

3. Eat breakfast. (check)

4. Pick up tapes. (check)

5. Brother calls to ask if I want to go for a motorcycle ride to pick up his car. (check check check!!)

I love motorcycle rides!! Do not love bugs hitting my face at high speeds on I-5, but totally worth it!!

Per his request, I put on my baking hat this afternoon to bring joy to the man in my life. Now if only I could figure out what to do for Jonathan. LOL! I crack myself up. I still haven’t mastered bread making. As you can see the bottom is a bit brown. It doesn’t taste burnt though. (I snuck a few slices already!)

When Jonathan and I were first dating, I made him some ginger snaps. He took a bite of one and told me that I needed more practice. I was in shock. My dad had always loved my ginger snaps and would eat them up within a few days. How dare this “boy” tell me I needed more practice. Come to find out there was nothing wrong with my cookies. That was just his way of tricking me into making more for him. Some trick. I have now come to expect that response with anything I make for him. No harm. Anything to keep the man happy, right?

I don’t know why, but I’ve had a horrible headache almost every day this past week which has impaired my ability to blog at all.  It is all I can do to complete my work for the day and seem semi-functional for when Jonathan comes home.  He usually finds me in bed clinging for dear life to the Advil bottle or trying to drown myself in a bathtub full of scalding hot water.  I just can’t seem to figure it out.  I don’t think that it’s withdrawal from sugar or caffeine because I have tried stuffing my face with enough of both of those, before or after my headache, to render myself unconscious and send my blood sugar levels right off the charts into diabetic territory.  It might be due to my near blindness and the fact that I sit in front of the computer all day or my neck might be out.  Whatever it is, it has to stop or I might just lie in the middle of the road and wait for someone to put an end to my misery.  Any takers?

It’s the middle of April for cripes sake!