“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” Robert Brault
Some simple and “little” things that I’m thankful for this week:
Magazines. Thanks to a couple readers/friends (Suzie and Kerry!) I get some amazing food magazines along with my other subscriptions, and having those with me at work gives me something to do when my coworkers are all smart-phoning it up on our breaks. (Um yeah. No smart phone for me. I’ve got my mags–I know they’re so jealous! :))
The taste of sunshine on a snowy day. I created these cupcakes to sell for Easter, and of course had to do some quality control. Hello, sunshine!
Cuddles with the husband. Just nothing better than having him next to me at night.
Dressing Barbies with a a bunch of kids…and a few adults. Sometimes it’s good to forget that you’re a “grown up” and just go with the flow. Fun times! :D
Having two little ones vying for lap time with me, and bouncing them on my legs while singing “Froggy went a courtin’.” And their smiles of delight. Be still my beating heart!
Some simply amazing eats at Ciao. I usually eschew the humble margherita pizza, thinking I’d prefer something with tons of toppings, but am so glad I went with simple this time. So good! Also pictured are my salad (fabuloso), a mocha, and fried mozarella. Yumbo!
Not to mention great company!
Sister-friend time with Jaci (and her sister, Liz, who is also a special friend who thankfully doesn’t live so far away), who was visiting from TX. OK so this is not a little thing at all, this was like the highlight of my year so far, but hello. I can’t have a Thankful Thursday blog without mentioning this just cuz it isn’t little. Duh.
Also, a really big thank you to everyone who commented on my post about my Grandpa passing. People that have never commented before came out of the woodwork and your kindness means so much. Honestly, I don’t have the courage to read the comments yet but I did scan the names and was blown away by how many people I didn’t know had commented. This is not a “simple thing,” it is a big thing, but I did want to take this opportunity to thank you. I have the best readers ever. Plus, you guys have amazing taste in blogs. :D
I usually can’t tolerate being busy for very long, it really starts to get to me and after a while I need a day of nothing–plan nothing, do nothing.
However, lately I’ve been thankful for how busy I am because it helps keep my mind off of things I don’t want to think about. I haven’t mentioned it before, but I started selling cupcakes almost two months ago and I’m doing really well with it, though I’m still hesitant to say I’m officially “in business.” As long as I can convince myself it’s a casual thing, it’s not stressing me like selling cakes used to. I’ve already gone through 500 cupcake liners and started on another bulk package, so I’m definitely keeping busy with my not-official-yet second job.
Also, friends we haven’t seen in years invited us over for dinner (Kathy and her husband were there too!) and it was really nice to reconnect with all of them and do something social since I’m usually Miss Hermit Crab all up in my shell/house and never wanting to leave. I was really excited to meet their new baby and I even got to feed and burp him. After burping, he rested his head against my cheek and momma snapped a photo. I could have died and gone to baby heaven. :D
My good best friend, Jaci, is in town from Texas and I will get to see her on Friday!!!!! Yay for being busy with such good things. Praise the Lord.
On my way to work yesterday, I hit a patch of snow on the highway and lost control of my vehicle. Usually when I start spinning around in snow or ice on a residential street, I get this weird zen feeling and just know that everything will be OK, and I never feel out of control. (Not that I do much spinning as I’m a cautious driver, but I’ve had a couple on really bad icy days.) I allow the car to complete the spin while tapping the break, and it’s always OK, I’ve never hit anything. So let’s just say I did not have that feeling yesterday when I start spinning on the highway with cars zooming past me.
I was pressing the gas instead of the break without even realizing it, panicked I was going to hit someone, and when I saw the median rushing at me I thought “Wow. I’m really going to hit that.” And I did.
When it was all over, I was sitting on the highway, facing the oncoming traffic, and still moving forward because my foot was still pushing on the gas instead of the break. So I finally released the gas and stopped the car, and just stared at the traffic coming at me in shock.
I was thinking, wow, I didn’t hit anyone! Wow, my car is still running! Wow, I’M STILL ALIVE! As soon as there was a break in the traffic I did a U-turn to get going in the right direction, amazed that I was still on my way to work after such a close call. I praised God and laughed with amazement and shock all the way to work, which was a bumpy ride due to the alignment of my car now being shot.
I was so shaken up when I was clocking in, I really didn’t wonder why we were immediately called to the conference room. I thought maybe they were going to thank those who had braved the streets for not calling in due to the weather. Um, not so much. We were called in so they could tell us that the REC was closing.
It still hasn’t really sunk in that the job I’ve had for almost nine years is going away. It’s not a catastrophe for me, as I will be able to get another job within the postal service if I so desire (this isn’t true for all the employees, unfortunately), but the future is still uncomfortably uncertain. But despite this sad news, I’m happy. I’m happy to be alive.
Funny how almost dying can put things in perspective. :D Thank you, Lord. I’m thankful to be alive.
My Jessie girl enjoying our first real snow this winter (we’re up to 15 inches). One of the reasons my life is so sweet.
I know you’re all dying to know the cookies giveaway winners, so go check it out and I’ll see you back here soon.
Grace (definition taken from Wikipedia): something that is God-given, made possible only by Jesus Christ and none other. It is God’s gift of salvation granted to sinners for their salvation. Common Christian teaching is that grace is unmerited mercy (favor) that God gave to humanity by sending his son to die on a cross, thus delivering eternal salvation. However, this definition alone may not cover all uses of the term in scripture. (You can read more by clicking the Wikepedia link if you wish.)
Lately I’ve been going back and forth between my childless grief and smacking myself upside the head (figuratively speaking) for being such a little “it’s so unfaaaair!” baby. News flash to self: life here on Earth isn’t. fair.
We aren’t guaranteed anything in this life except our ultimate death, and there is so much suffering going on, beyond what I could even imagine. This is a fallen world, a sinful world, and I’m a sinner along with every one else. But by God’s incredible grace, I was offered, we all have been offered, salvation through the blood of his son. By Christ’s sacrifice.
God never promised me a child. But he offered me something even more precious. Salvation. I accepted that gift four years ago when I believed, confessed Jesus as my savior and was baptized. And I try to be worthy of that gift today and follow his Word, though I do fall short many times. I never realized until recently that I’d been taking that gift for granted, just like so many daily blessings I overlook.
I’m always thankful that God sent his son to die for my sins, grieved that he had to, but incredibly thankful that he loved me so much. But over time I kind of lost sight of the forest for the swarm of bees chasing me-lol. I think that’s easy to do when you are suffering, and we need to be careful of that. I need to be careful of that.
I’m trying not to share my suffering with you too much because it’s not who I am. I don’t focus on the negative and I truly am happy 90% of the time. But today, with this particular post focused on what it is, I do want to tell you that yes, I do suffer monthly when that witch Aunt Flo comes to visit. Unless you’ve been through the trial of infertility yourself, you just can’t know how much it hurts to see that red come every month, when every month you’re just so sure that she’s going to be in hibernation for nine months.
But I’ve had to give myself some tough love through this pain lately. “God has already given you the ultimate gift, Veronica. Isn’t He enough for you?” Even when Paul, who did such wonderful work in God’s kingdom, asked for the thorn to be removed from his flesh which tormented him, God told him, “My grace is sufficient for you.” (2 Corinthians 12:7-10) Yes, it is, and you’d better get over yourself, Miss Thang, because you already have what you need.
And it’s true. God is enough for me. At one time, I will admit that He wasn’t, that all that mattered was what I wanted. But as I’ve continued to grow as a Christian, I can now say that yes, his grace is not only sufficient for me, IT IS ALL I NEED.
Does it make me hurt inside to tell you that? More than you could know. While I have more than I ever could hope to deserve, that will never take the sting away from not having a child. *sigh* I guess we all are guilty of wanting our cake and eating it too. But that sting also does not lessen the wonderful joy I find in God’s grace and the wonderful blessings he has seen fit to give me, especially my husband. Speaking of more than enough! :)
Will it still hurt every month when Aunt Flo knocks at the door and barges her way in despite my protests? Oh yes, it will hurt. Guess what, Veronica, you’re not the only one who grieves a loss today. At least you have a husband who you adore and feels the same about you–how many people are still waiting for that kind of magic in their lives? How many are in terrible relationships? Or how many are dying painful deaths??? You can cry today, but while you’re doing that, you’d better pray to God and praise him for his grace, for his wonderful love, and how He has showered your life with abundant blessings. Don’t you dare forget any of that.
So hear I am, with Aunt Flo getting ready to tear down the door. And yes, I really thought she was in hibernation for the hundredth time. Oh, how I can fool myself! It only seems to get harder with time, most likely because we’re running out of it. And I thank God for his grace, for while I may not have everything in this life that I want, I know that in my next life with Him, there will be no more tears. Only joy.
This giveaway is now closed. (The comments that didn’t answer the question or opted out were not counted.) The winners of the cookies are #47 Stephanie Thummel, #22 Simone, #60 Erin’s DC Kitchen, #4 Deborah, and #61 Stephanie C. The winners of the crème bouquet are #14 Erin, #21 Holly Cummings, #44Sarah, #36 Becky Esinger, and #55 Gloria – The Ginger Snap Girl. Please reply to my email within 48 hours to claim your prize. Congrats!
Wow, it’s my 100th Thankful Thursday post, guys! It really doesn’t seem that long ago that I wrote my first one. Back then it was “Thankful Tuesdays.” Since that first post, I’ve been thankful for cheese & my savior (not in that order, of course), friends with benefits, a drugged up Dad, soulsbeingsaved, all the bad stuff, the demise of Den’s evil glasses, my sisters, and even nose hairs. Among many, many other things. And yet there is always something to be thankful for every day. It’s not always something new, but good things that continue and endure the test of time are something to be even more thankful for and recognized on a daily basis.
You guys already know I’m thankful for you, right? I did devote an entire Thankful Thursday to you, after all. Well, to celebrate my 100th Thankful Thursday, I’m going to offer a giveaway that (I hope) will make you thankful. I asked for suggestions last week on what I should do for my post today and Rhonda suggested offering my own baked goods. Suzie seconded the motion so I decided that’s what I’d do, with an optional extra.
Giveaway details
I’m offering FIVE readers the chance to win a small flat-rate Priority mail box stuffed with my blue ribbon Almond Fudge Cookies, and blue ribbon Brown Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies (you choose with/without toasted pecans). And if you so desire, I’ll throw in a 2 oz. bottle of my top secret (OK not really) most favorite frosting flavoring, crème bouquet (read more about it here to see if it’s something you would like).
I’m also offering FIVE additional readers a 2 oz. bottle of crème bouquet flavor emulsion so you can make your cakes taste like heaven on Earth.
Giveaway is open worldwide, but if you are a foreign reader, I can only offer the crème bouquet.
GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED. SEE THE BEGINNING OF THIS POST FOR THE LIST OF WINNERS.
To enter, leave a comment telling me how you found my blog. I always wonder! If you only want to enter one drawing, please indicate which one in the comments, otherwise you will be entered for both.
You can earn an extra entry by following me on Twitter and leaving me a separate comment letting me know you do or already do.
Giveaway will close Wednesday, January 30th, at midnight and winners will be contacted by email.
WAIT! Stop the music. Before I continue with my post, I have to right a wrong I did on my last Thankful Thursday. There probably were lots of omissions on that post because I with such generous people in my life, but the one I realized was that I didn’t include was Debbi‘s cookies, which she sent to me just because.
They were so good I didn’t get a picture of them, which is why I forgot to include them. This photo, which I swiped from a friend’s Tumblr post, is the only proof her Snickerdoodles and Wookie Cookies were ever in my possession. These were the best snickerdoodles I ever had, I just loved how fat and fluffy they were. Thank you so much Debbi, you are a gem!
OK, back to your regularly scheduled programming…
I’m so dramatic with my title, you probably think I’ve been reconnected with a long-lost friend. Nope, just my bestest sister-friend! Danielle and I are now working together at the REC again! We both started around the same time in the spring of 2004 and she left about a year later. We were quite the pair, constantly being “shushed” when we sat together on the floor, because WE CAN’T CONTROL THE VOLUME OF OUR VOICES ! Or our laughter. And ever since that first Halloween we worked together, management has continued to remind everyone to wear “work appropriate” costumes for Halloween. Probably while visions of a certain witch and go-go girl dance in their heads. Oops.
That pic was taken by a co-worker that came home with us after work for a photo shoot, so we really did, yes we did, go to work looking like that.
I do have to say our skirts were a bit on the short side. And the tight side. Wow. But at least I had a cape to cover my butt, Danielle. ;)
I do remember burning with embarrassment from the moment I stepped out of the car until we got back into it (we used to car pool), so I guess I did have some sense when it came to what was appropriate for an office environment, I just didn’t have the sense to apply it. lol
I don’t have anything else to say except I’m so thankful to be working with my sister again! Though we live in the same city, we don’t spend much time together like we used to because we’re both so busy, and it’s nice to have some time we can chat face-to-face, even if it is on short breaks. I’ll take it!
I don’t care if it’s lame, I’m giddy with excitement to be working with Danielle again. <3 Let’s see if we can stay out of trouble this time!
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Wow, next week will be my 100th Thankful Thursday post! We should celebrate. Give me some ideas of something fun I could do for it. Perhaps a giveaway or something? Give me some ideas! (Update:Rhonda suggested me giving away my own baked goods. Would you be interested in that?)
Have you ever watched George Carlin’s skit on “Stuff?” If not, it’s pretty funny if you have 5 minutes to spare:
So yeah, that’s what I’m thankful for today. STUFF. That I have too much stuff! Sure, it’s a problem, but it beats the alternative…not enough stuff!
So I’ve gotten a lot of great stuff lately. First, stuff in the mail. I love stuff in the mail!
I won three beautiful jars of Bonne Maman preserves from Nutmeg Nanny in November. The first thing I did with the strawberry was slather it on a cornmeal pancake. Thank you Brandy, we love these preserves!
I got a lot of cookies in the mail last month from the cookie swap. I swapped with four people but received cookies from six because Allison and Eileen asked if they could send me some cookies too. Guess what I said? :)
The plate has cookies on it from my first four boxes received from Marcia, Jolie, Eileen & Linda. My favorites were the Marbled Cream Cheese Pound Cake from Marcia, Hazlenut Crinkles from Jolie (bottom left on the plate), the Brown Butter Toffee Blondies from Eileen (top middle), the molasses cookies from Jolie (middle right) and the pumpkin chocolate chip cookies from Linda (bottom right).
Look at the adorable packaging Allison and Katie sent their cookies in! A “cookie radio” tin and a gingerbread house!
Katie sent White Chocolate Peppermint Sugar Cookies (swoon–my favorite of all the cookies!) and Allison sent some wonderful Lemon Burst Cookies. I got them late because mail delivery was stopped to our area due to loose dogs (such a bummer) and it took me a while to figure it out, but even after a week in the mail these suckers were incredible and still so moist. Thank you guys, all of you, for the wonderful treats!
After the cookies started rolling in, out of the blue, I got this huge package from California. I love surprise packages! I opened it up and still had no idea who it was from when I saw what was inside. I really was not expecting a big box of yumminess. I read the card and couldn’t make out the name very well, then I looked at the address again, knowing it seemed familiar and everything finally clicked together. A reader named Emma bid on a ton of stuff for Suzie’s bake sale fundraiser and one of the many thing she won was from me (almond fudge cookies) so she had my address from that and sneakily used it to mail me some of her “favorite things.” Wow, this woman is beyond generous. Thank you, Emma!
So much goodness! A huge sack of sliced almonds (yay for more almond fudge cookies!), a big sack of dried young coconut (wow so good), seasonings, some major fun dark chocolate (I didn’t even know there were 70% dark chocolate Kit Kats did you?), sipping chocolate, granola, honey mints, coconut sugar, and even some dog treats for Jessie!
I also got some Japanese treats from my friends Kriss & Nicole who moved their family to Japan several months ago. Kriss used to share these with me when we worked together because his sister always mailed him snacks, so he knew my favorites were the Senbe and included those too. They’re the rice cakes on top–they’re sweet and salty and so good. Thanks Kriss and Nicole!
I won a giveaway from The Squishy Monster and got a ton of Newman products. I had no idea they even had this large a line! All of this was so good, though I did give quite a bit of it to my Dad b/c they he loves old-fashioned cookies like gingersnaps and hermits. Thank you Angie! And someone else will be thanking you too soon because I sent a little bit to a mutual friend. :)
And let’s not forget Xena, my warrior princess. <3
I also got some gifts last month and I’m not going to share all of them since I’m already overwhelmed by stuff with this post, but here’s a little bit. I got this angel wrap with matching socks, which is like a robe but way cooler, from my sister-in-law, Joan, at our family Christmas party (we get gifts by drawing numbers, I happened to get her gift).
Joan also drew my name for our personal family Christmas gift exchange (we draw names rather than giving gifts to everyone to save money since we’re always broke-haha). I’ve been wanting a doughnut pan foreeeeevers and Joan got me a set of TWO! One regular, one that makes twisted long johns-oh yeah!
I had to make the long johns immediately because I’m going sugar-free for a while. Aren’t they cool?!
And here’s something I just received yesterday from my friend Erika, who is now a skinny hard core mail carrier:
These are pretty enough to serve dessert in, and bonus: built in portion control. Love it.
So yes, stuff is good, but when you have too much stuff, like I do right now, getting rid of it/giving it away is even better. So I’m going to do a house purge! In 2011, I purged 111 things from my house in January, then purged 112 things in 2012. This year, the magic number is 113 things. It sounds like a lot, but this is going to be a cinch. I think I have that many magazines alone to get rid of! I’ll report back when the house has been exorcised of unnecessary stuff.
What about you? What stuff are you thankful for right now? Do you need to do a “stuff purge?”
Our Memory Jar, filled with paper memories from 2012. The pictures included in this post are all things found within the jar.
Despite not doing a recipes “best of” to recap for 2012, I am a little introspective on the year. In one way, it was a hard year. Really hard. In all other ways, it was great. When I think back on this year, all I feel is happy, so I’m thankful for that. But I’m also thankful for a fresh start.
Regular readers know that 2012 was the year we really tried to have a baby–and I mean gave it our all. And did not succeed. We finally got ourselves checked out after eight years of casually trying and nearly a year of gung-ho trying (you know, with all the charting and timing and hooplah), and the urologist said it is “very unlikely” that we will ever have a baby together naturally. That was really tough to hear.
Right now our future is uncertain as far as children are concerned. We are doing what we can, including praying and taking natural supplements (there’s nothing doctors can do to help besides IVF, which we are not interested in), but our window of opportunity is fairly well shut. Haus is on the older side to become a first-time Dad (45) and knowing what it’s like for a child to be raised by older parents (my Dad was a surprise, born to my grandparents when they were in their late 40s) and how it can make them constantly afraid that their parents will die while they are still growing up, I feel it’s not right to keep trying. And yet it’s also something hard for me to give up.
I have been thinking about fostering to adopt for almost as long as we’ve been trying, and while this is something Dennis and I will have to decided between us, it is definitely one avenue of opportunity for us to raise a child if we do not have one of our own. I am finding it terribly hard to totally give up on the hope of having one of our own right now, so I don’t think 2013 will be the year for us to go into the foster program. 2013 is more likely going to be a year of transition into parenthood, Lord willing, one way or another.
Anyway, besides the trial of trying to conceive and month after month of disappointment, and the weight gain brought on by my emotional eating, this has been a wonderful year. While the photos in this post are showing our paper memories, there were many more wonderful memories made that you won’t find on paper. Lots of laughter, lots of hugs and kisses, lots of celebrations, long walks & talks, lots of love. We are happy, we are healthy, and I am thankful.
While I do yearn for children, I’m also desperately thankful for the “alone time” Dennis and I have had with each other for fourteen years. I know being a parent is really hard, and we are so totally spoiled without them, and I do count that as a blessing. I’m sure I will miss the freedom I have now if I ever lose it, so I do try to appreciate it while it is mine.
That said, I’m dreaming of what 2013 will bring. While I’m hoping and praying that it includes a child, something that I do have control over is my diet and I’m getting that back under control. No more, “This baby stuff is so harrrrrrd, whiney whine whine whine,” while shoveling in chips and sour cream dips, and squirting pastry bags full of leftover icing in my mouth. OK, so I don’t really whine like that, and don’t really squirt pastry bags full of icing into my mouth (though I have been known to do so in the past), but you get the idea. I’m not going to milk the baby stress excuse to eat whatever I want in huge quantities. Not any more. I’m ready to “give birth” to the food baby I’ve created from overeating. Especially since he’s decided to take up precious pants space and I really don’t want to buy bigger pants (I’ve already done that too many times). Food baby be gone!
That is all I have to say (finally, right?), so get ready for it. The epic ending to my blog:
Still makes me laugh. Check out the blog Den’s cartoon is featured in here if you missed it last January. Peace to you all, may 2013 bring you much happiness.
Love, Veronica
P.S. I posted a Tropical Traditions Coconut Oil giveaway later than usual yesterday so if you missed it and want to enter to win, click here to check it out!
This holiday season I seem to be getting things right. I’m not blogging very much, and sadly not reading blogs hardly at all, but I’m spending more time on Facebook with friends (at least the night owl ones-lol) and *gasp* have even managed to spend time with friends face to face. Like, I could actually reach out and touch them. I forgot there was more to friendship than “liking” their statuses and pictures. LOL! And I’m very thankful for the time spent with them…
I mentioned Margo on Monday and I pretty much mention her any time Moroccan cuisine comes up (like here), and you can check out my all-time favorite picture of her and Danielle in their glorious hippy high school days here. Anyway, Margo and Ali held a game night at their house and I brought some fun to the party in the form of toot and Twinkies.
Toot is a Persian confection made with marzipan that is fashioned to look like mulberries, or toot, with little pistachio pieces for stems. Yes, toot means mulberries! Why, what did you think it meant? ;) (You can read more about it and get the recipe here.)
My sister won the toot from the bake sale fundraiser for Suzie* and I ended up paying for it, so Azita shipped it to me. And of course I just had to have a toot party because, hello, who in the world as ever had a toot party? Come on now, it had to happen.
A friend says Dennis looks like Alton Brown with his glasses. I can see it!
*Quick Suzie update for those who’ve been asking: We raised $1669 in total which has helped her pay down her outlandish medical bills from her initial hospital stay. She is doing much better and is putting off her gallbladder surgery as long as possible since she already owes so much to the hospital, and is taking photography jobs in the meantime. Thankfully she’s able to eat real food again and not just grass and cardboard-lol. Thanks to all who helped!*
We also brought Twinkies because after Hostess went out of business and all their products were quickly bought up by panicked consumers, we were lucky enough to find some at a Walmart Marketplace recently. So we said a fond farewell to this bastion of American snacking during our game night with this final box. RIP Twinkies.
Ali told us that back home in Morocco they called mulberries “toota” and if a girl was pretty, you could say she was toota. How cute! I guess that’s the Moroccan equivalent to us calling a girl a “peach.” :)
There were board games but as we often do, we fell back on our favorite game-charades. We even had a little foodie action going on when Jimmy took his turn (fun fact: Jimmy used to be a professional chef himself!):
I’ll leave you with this important public service announcement.
I love dreams. I’m not talking about the kind you have while awake, thinking of how great you can make your future (although those are even better), but the ones you have while sleeping. Some people like to look deeper into them for the meaning, but if they had my dreams, I think they wouldn’t bother. My dreams are the stuff craziness is made of, and I love it.
Last night I dreamed that both my sisters and all our men (OK, two of the men were ex’s of my sisters’ but they are still family to me) were gathered together in my parents’ living room with my nephew, who had a bottle sticking out of his stomach. He had been kidnapped and the evil kidnapper had cut open his stomach and forced a bottle into it before returning him. I know that sounds terrible, but in my dream it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. There was no blood and Owen was not traumatized or in pain. He was just kinda, “Huh. There’s a bottle sticking out of my belly. Crazy.” I wanted to pull it out but we decided it would be best to let it come out naturally because removing it forcibly might harm his insides. ???
Danielle puts a cold cloth to Owen’s cheek after he burned it with a punk on July 4th.
Apparently we were all gathered together to face off against this unknown evil force that in my dream wasn’t just out to harm Owen, but our whole family. We had been doing battle all day and were covered with dirt and smears of blood, but I don’t remember the details of that part of the dream. There was a guy who would call me to tell me what to do next and he told us to go to the field so we ran next door and in the back of the neighbor’s house there was a huge field in place of what is usually the backs of other houses. There was a woman riding her dirt bike out in the field with a man watching her, standing in the field as she did circles around him.
The man on the phone told me to “Stand in front of 11-4.” He spoke in a lot of code that I could never understand. I thought he meant 7-11 and I ran to the front of the house, thinking he wanted me to go to the convenience store on the corner. He yelled at me to go back and I asked if he meant 12-4 because that’s Lacey’s birthday. He quickly told me he messed up and meant to say 12-15 so I stood in front of Danielle because that’s her birthday.
Danielle does not appreciate.
As soon as I took my place, the woman on the dirt bike opened fire on us with a machine gun and we were all shot except for Danielle, who was covered by me. The guy in the field hopped on the bike and they took off together, and our bedraggled group stumbled off towards home again. Though we were all shot, none of us really were acting like it and we weren’t bleeding and I didn’t feel any pain but I felt like I was going to faint and I fell. I knew I had 3-4 bullets in my stomach but I didn’t want to look. And that’s when I woke up.
Yup, I’m totally thankful for that crazy dream. It was so much fun! And I have to say it’s the first dream I’ve had where I’ve ever been shot. So cool. I have to say the best part about having crazy dreams is sharing them with the people who were in them, especially my sisters, because it makes them laugh. Though I don’t think I’ll tell my co-worker (or his wife) I dreamt he randomly kissed a cute girl at work-lol.
Have you had any crazy dreams lately? Do you enjoy your dreams or do you have bad ones? Even though most of mine have terrible things happen in them, they usually don’t feel bad, just really entertaining and amusing. Thankfully I’ve never had what I’d qualify as a nightmare before and hope I never do!
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