For those that know me, you know that I am for lack of better terms, weird. I am not your average bear. I can hang with the guys, like a lot of women say they can, but they can't out belch them like I can. I can release the fury. I love subtle humor. I love stupid humor. And I love laughing at others misfortune. I could continue this list, or I could continue this blog to prove my point on how uniquely strange I really am.
I have always had strange dreams. The first dream I can remember from my childhood was about a witch that was hiding in my pre-school locker. Thanks to the "Wizard of Oz", I was petrified of witches. In this dream, my pre-school room had turned into a foggy graveyard, but the row of lockers was still there. One witch was in my locker, the other kept popping up from behind a tombstone. Ridiculous I know but it was one of those dreams where I was too scared to get out of bed to run to my mom's bedside. Too scared to scream out her name in case it would alert the witches, I layed there with my head under my covers until i drifted back to sleep.
Another dream I remember from my childhood, a UFO was hovering right outside our living room window, and when I awoke in fear, I was once again too scared to get out of bed because I was sure the aliens had turned my bedroom doorway into a teleportation portal that would take me onto their space ship. And once again, too scared to call my mom to my room because I didn't want her to step into an alternate dimension in route to ease my troubled mind.
Anyway, I reoccuring dream I have is where my teeth fall out. Sometimes they crumble and I spit the chunks into my hand, and sometimes my teeth are just loose and I push them out with my tongue or pull them out with my teeth. I decided that since I had that dream so often I'd google it. Turns out, when I have the dream, it means I am stressed out. Who would have thunk? I also talked to my dad and grandma about it and apparently they too suffer from the same reoccurring dream. So, dreams may be hereditary. Or my dad, grandma, and I tend to over obcess about things and freak ourselves out. So maybe the neuroticness is hereditary and the dreams are just a side effect.
Are you starting to see my point? I had weird dreams because I am weird. Great. I have heard that the average person only remembers 7 dreams in their lifetime. Not me. I remember a ton of dreams. I have also heard that if you remember your dream in the morning, you had a terrible nights sleep. Well, I used to average 10 hours a night pre pregnancy. Maybe I was getting too much sleep? In this next dreams case: it is definetly a sleep deprivation dream.
So last night was the first dream I have had since giving birth. And what do I dream about? My husband Mike is a wrongfully accused fugitive from the law. So naturally, he, my son and I are all on the run. But we ran into a huge problem. It was bath night for Sebastian and it was of the utter most importance that we find a place to bathe him. So I list of a series of places we could go to hide out including my Uncles house in Illinois since it is sitting empty, but Mike was too tired to drive that far. So we go into this huge mansion. And as we sneak around, we discover that it is the safehouse for the man that framed Mike. And it is also the same house where he is storing all his dead bodies!!!! People that we recognized were dragging corpses through the hallways and throwing them into random rooms. What a perfect place to bath a 3 week old!!! So we have to sneak around the place to find soap and water, then find a room to put his little bathtub in. The room we chose had a closet and I decided it would be best if Mike bathed Sebby and I hid in the closet. I'm so smart. Then, the cops came and arrested the guy that framed Mike. So you would think that Mike was a free man, but Mike wasn't so ready to run free. He wanted to wait until it was all clear to leave. But there was a crowd of gawkers surrounding the house and the cops let them all tour the dead body house. So we pretended to be gawkers and go out just in time because as we walked through the front gate of the home, the cops started catapulting fireballs at the house to burn it down with all the dead bodies in it. So we get into our Honda Pilot and hit the road ending up somewhere near West High School when I was awaken by Sebastian.
I love it when I can wake up and say what the fuck was that?
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
New to Everything
Hello Interweblings!
I'm new to this blogging thing. Many people discovered it's wonders years ago. I never really "got it". That is, I thought it was neat to read the obscure thoughts inside peoples minds, but never really thought myself to be interesting enough, or a good enough writer, to host my own published journal. But something has recently happened in my life that makes me feel more interesting. I gave birth. Not to say that my entire blog is going to be about my baby. Some posts may be, but a majority of them will revolve around how my brain feels.
You see, pre-pregnancy Julia always had a great memory. I remember things that happened in Pre-School, peoples names, where they sat, who was the shortest kid in class and where that kid lived, you know... creepy things like that.
During early pregnancy, I noticed something different about myself. I felt dumber. Yes. Dumber. Like, all of a sudden, my brain decided to take a hike and I couldn't remember jack squat anymore. I would be carrying on a typical conversation with my husband, stop talking mid sentence, stare at him blankly, then say, "I'm sorry, what was I talking about?"
The first time this happened, it was funny to my husband, but throughout the 40 week journey to parenthood, Mike eventually dismissed any humor behind it as it became a normal everyday happening. Thats how I know he is my soulmate, also a blog topic for a different day.
So I also hope to write to maintain my sanity. I am on maternity leave until mid-January and a girl can only handle so much non-cable TV. Yes, thats correct. We don't subscribe to cable or satellite. Call us crazy, but we call you crazy when you get charge every month to channel surf when nothing is on.
Which reminds me of something else. Those channels you pay for on the TV, you know you can catch your favorite shows online the day after right? I pay $20 a month for internet and I can watch all the crappy episodes of Teen Mom and 16 and Pregnant I want included in that price. To redeem my credibility of television show choices, I also watch American Pickers and NOVA.
See... We've already gone from blogging, to my Pre-school days, to how dumb I feel sometimes, to my husband, to outrageous cable prices, to my favorite tv shows. This is how my brain feels. I am a space cadet. I can't stay on topic to save my life. Thats why I feel this blog will be at the very least, slightly entertaining to those who choose to read it.
Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that I'm not starting this blog to just talk about my baby. Although he is cute, I don't have much to say about him yet. He is 2 weeks old. He poops, pees, cries, enjoys my boobs, and stares at the wall. We are still getting to know one another and until we do, I will use this as an outlet for posting my thoughts which as mentioned before, have gotten a little out of hand.
And now I just remembered that I was going to use this "First Official Blog" to explain my Blog name and blog address. And I realize, if I have to explain it to you at this point, you're the one that needs help. :)
I'm new to this blogging thing. Many people discovered it's wonders years ago. I never really "got it". That is, I thought it was neat to read the obscure thoughts inside peoples minds, but never really thought myself to be interesting enough, or a good enough writer, to host my own published journal. But something has recently happened in my life that makes me feel more interesting. I gave birth. Not to say that my entire blog is going to be about my baby. Some posts may be, but a majority of them will revolve around how my brain feels.
You see, pre-pregnancy Julia always had a great memory. I remember things that happened in Pre-School, peoples names, where they sat, who was the shortest kid in class and where that kid lived, you know... creepy things like that.
During early pregnancy, I noticed something different about myself. I felt dumber. Yes. Dumber. Like, all of a sudden, my brain decided to take a hike and I couldn't remember jack squat anymore. I would be carrying on a typical conversation with my husband, stop talking mid sentence, stare at him blankly, then say, "I'm sorry, what was I talking about?"
The first time this happened, it was funny to my husband, but throughout the 40 week journey to parenthood, Mike eventually dismissed any humor behind it as it became a normal everyday happening. Thats how I know he is my soulmate, also a blog topic for a different day.
So I also hope to write to maintain my sanity. I am on maternity leave until mid-January and a girl can only handle so much non-cable TV. Yes, thats correct. We don't subscribe to cable or satellite. Call us crazy, but we call you crazy when you get charge every month to channel surf when nothing is on.
Which reminds me of something else. Those channels you pay for on the TV, you know you can catch your favorite shows online the day after right? I pay $20 a month for internet and I can watch all the crappy episodes of Teen Mom and 16 and Pregnant I want included in that price. To redeem my credibility of television show choices, I also watch American Pickers and NOVA.
See... We've already gone from blogging, to my Pre-school days, to how dumb I feel sometimes, to my husband, to outrageous cable prices, to my favorite tv shows. This is how my brain feels. I am a space cadet. I can't stay on topic to save my life. Thats why I feel this blog will be at the very least, slightly entertaining to those who choose to read it.
Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that I'm not starting this blog to just talk about my baby. Although he is cute, I don't have much to say about him yet. He is 2 weeks old. He poops, pees, cries, enjoys my boobs, and stares at the wall. We are still getting to know one another and until we do, I will use this as an outlet for posting my thoughts which as mentioned before, have gotten a little out of hand.
And now I just remembered that I was going to use this "First Official Blog" to explain my Blog name and blog address. And I realize, if I have to explain it to you at this point, you're the one that needs help. :)
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