big white - still missing (!)

big. white. spider! is still missing (!)


chris humored me by looking for the ick as soon as he got home. he even dug out his headlight. i thought it was incredibly cute and sweet :) even minerva joined him in the search. unfortunately the spider is still missing. ah well. i managed to fall asleep just fine......

in other news......

that guy that was supposed to come in and observe me yesterday (the cheeseball who promised to bring me supplies to hand out to patrons along with the phone numbers. the cheeseball who also promised to update this supply box weekly...) - yeah - he didn't show up. didn't call. didn't e-mail. and in doing so proved my point. he's a flake. not that i wanted him to come in the first place but at least it would have been done and over with. now i get to wonder if and when he'll show up. the whole thing is rather dumb - people do not appreciate trapsing into the building expecting a live person only to be handed a number. i can be as sweet as punch but it doesn't cover the fact that they pretty much left me hanging and it's not appreciated......

something more positive? i finished chris's hat. well - all except for the poof ball (or pom-pom - but i prefer poof ball). i had made some finishing touches and had taken the hat to the bathroom to see how it looked in the mirror. while there i ran into a co-worker and she loved it! she asked me to make one for her :) then - as i was leaving - i got another order from her daughter! wahoo! i went to the yarn store right after work and picked up the supplies :)

oh - i was listening to the radio and heard that the John Beargrease marathon had been won (congrats Jason Barron!). i did some peeking around and realized that the team i got pictures of (see the 'fennel toothpaste' post) - ryan anderson's - came in 3rd place :) so congrats to him as well! i was reading and he - along with his brother and sister-in-law have 100 dogs that they've raised since puppies! that's a lot...wow.....

alright. the clock is ticking. i want to get up and walk before work (the weight loss challange ends in a month!) and i told myself i'd only do so if i got into bed by 10. so i'm late - but if i hurry i can think i can pull it off :)


night!

the big white.....

ahhhhhhhhhh......sleeeeeep.......

this is my bed (sorry...our bed - aren't the sheets he bought me just so cute?). tonight i took a glorious nap in it. not a care in the world. then i decided to change the sheets before chris got home since we were too sleepy to do so last night. that's when i saw it.....

the big

white

SPIDER!

yes. you heard me. big. white. spider. i'm gently fluffing down the top sheet when i see it scuttle across the bed (on my side) and over the edge. i run over to try and snatch it up with a tissue but it was gone. gone on my side of the bed! i called chris to inform him that i'm not stepping foot into the room until he gets home and finds the ick. if he doesn't....well...i may be sleeping on the couch. or just not sleeping.

over reaction you say? you go to sleep with a big white spider mia on your side of the bed then. ((::shivers::))

Dream 1

it's 8am on a Sunday morning. i've been up since 7am. too early to be up when a) i don't have anything to be up for b) i've been feeling like crap due in part to a lack of sleep c) i love to sleep and should jump at any and all opportunities.....

but alas - here i sit. at the computer. eating toast. drinking hot cider. my dreams last night kept me awake and becuase of that or just because i felt like i should start keeping track of them - something i used to do when i was younger. so here goes.....

before i begin let it be known i talk in my sleep. scream (not night terror scream - that is something completely different and utterly terrifying if you've ever heard someone do it). sit-up. i am glad that i'm the one doing this. not that i'm glad to be doing it - given the choice i'd rather it not happen. but given the choice between me or my partner having it and i'd much rather it be me. i cannot imagine waking up to find chris sitting up yelling. or shaking or and whimpering. it would probably - no would - scare the crap out of me (where did this expression come from?...)

so. last night.

i remember this one - which is rare. usually chris is the one telling me what i did and me not having a clue it happened.

i started talking about frogs and hats. in my head it made complete sense. i think i was dreaming in part about the book i'm reading right now - The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. in the book (don't worry it doesn't give any big plot secrets away) the handmaid's wear these white hats with wings - makes me think of Sally Field - remember that? Anyhow - those kind of hats. evidently - in my dream - those hats came in boxes of frogs. at least the first 3 hats did - there was a grand total of 5 that you were required to have (and possibly wear...can't remember). you could keep the frogs or kill them or let them go. i think.

i remember talking about this and chris responding. he asked me 'what about the cows' to which i replied 'what the fuck are you talking about' - cows and hats? come on! evidently (as he told me this morning) he was just testing me to see how awake i was. i jabbered some more - completely annoyed that he didn't understand the hats and frogs and drifted back off to sleep. noteworthy only becuase i can recall my speech sliding into jibberish as i nodded off.

interesting to you? no. interesting for me to look back on? possilby.

the next one started out with me driving a car. do you ever have dreams that take place in the same town? completely different dreams - but the same town. and not a town that you've been to before - possibly a town created from scraps of different 'real' towns? or just a new town? it happens to me a lot.

so - i'm driving a car in this town i've dreamt of before. i take the first exit off the freeway i'm on as i realize i don't want to be on that freeway. (blank spot) next i'm riding a bike in the same town. i recognize the town from dreams that i've had before. i recall memories from those dreams as i ride - in particular i'm riding through a white trash/ghetto part of town and come across a house on the corner. i remember looking at an apartment there with my mom in a previous dream but don't recall the neighborhood being so bad - relieved that i didn't get that apartment. riding one - (blank spot) i'm in an apartment building - looking for what i'm not sure - the way out? somehow i'm at the top and am going down stairs - but there is no back staircase. the stairs go through peoples homes - level after level. some question me - wondering if i'm the person they hired to fix something - but otherwise it seems to be a normal occurence for them. the stairs are tricky as some of them have a bed placed in the middle of them with covers all over the stairs making me slide. sometimes i'm carrying my bike and sometimes i'm not.

(blank spot)

i find myself in my parents condo - which is located in this apartment building - i can tell becuase the style and layout are the same from the ones i passed through. very late 70's early 80's. (the images are so clear - too bad i'm not an artist). i'm chatting with my mom who is packing for some upcoming trips. one is to London - forget the reason why. the other is to Colorado. she is laying out outfits for me to wear on this trip - she's bringing me with her - to go shopping. it takes me awhile for her to tell me the dates - she's confused about what i'm asking. i tell her i need to ask for the time off from work. find out it's December 1st - tell her i can't becuase that is the day Chris and i move into our new apartment - it's also his birthday weekend. next we are in another room playing with the babies. that's right - babies. evidently my mom has recently given birth to triplets! but the babies are incredibly tiny - like miniature babies - toy babies. i'm talking 2 inches. they are all strapped into their tiny car seats asleep. one wakes up - hannah (evidently these triplets are Carrie's sisters triplets). i pick her up and she's smiling and giggling. i want to go take a picture because she is so tiny! i've never seen anything like it and at the same time it's the most normal thing.

i walk down the hall to grab the camera - which i recal is sitting on the dinning room table (chris and i's dining room tabe but for some reason it's in my parents condo). i turn on the hallway light only to discover about 50 of these little wormy millipede things crawling around!!! Ack! (*Chris and I have been having a problem with them. we get about 6 a night on average. they crawl in from outside after the sun sets. it's wierd and they are creeepy . fortunately very slow moving so we can nab them easily. but still extrememly gross. so far the ductape we used to secure the sliding glass door has seemed to work and we haven't had any the past two days) I scream for my mom to come. I walk further down the hall to the room where the camera is and turn on that light only to discover MORE of the wormy millipedes! not only those but these monsterous cockroach type bugs. i'm talking 2 inches long and an inch and a half wide or bigger! and fast! they scurry (ish ish ish) around at an incredible speed. and there are a lot of them just clustered all over the carpet. (in my head these monsterous bugs are a product of the wormy millipedes - what they grow into) they start to scurry across my feet and up my legs. i scream some more. scream for my mom to get the vaccuum cleaner and then scream that they'll only crawl out of it. i'm shaking and trying to get the bugs off of me. ick!

chris wakes me up. i'm still shaking my legs uncontrollably and whimpering. evidently i screamed. it was disgusting. i couldn't fall back asleep. i kept seeing bugs. i kept feeling bugs and as a result probably kept Chris awake by constantly rubbing my feet back and forth over each other.

ick. i hate insect dreams.

when i did manage to fall back asleep i kept dreaming about being awake and making myself remember the dream so i could blog about it. and here i am - blogging about it.

i've finished my breakfast though and will now try to go back to sleep. it's a stormy rainy morning - shouldn't be too hard. first i'll do a thorough bug inspection of the floor. ish.

oh - has anyone else read The Handmaid's Tale? If so - let me know what you think. I'm almost finished and it's scaring the crap out of me.

It's Still Thursday.....

that's right. still thursday.

i did a little reading but i just cannot seem to concentrate for very long. maybe it's the weather. what was a bright crisp fall day has turned into a grey windy on-the-verge-of-a-big-storm day. i like it though. the leaves blowing every which direction and the sudden onslaught of the rain. the only thing that would make it even better were for me to be at home either on the couch with my crocheting or in bed with all the lights off. mmmm...bed....sleep......

i have a cavity. i can clearly see it when i open my mouth. left side bottom middle of the row. a perfect little hole. a perfect little hole that hurts like hell when i attempt the chew anything on it - especially if it's hot or cold - room temperature seems to not hurt as much. crunchy foods are also hard. it just started bothering me tuesday night but it's getting worse. so now i have to figure out what to do. it needs to be filled but because my dumbass forgot to sign up for her insurance i'm not covered. i'll have to do some research about options....

brrrrr! water in your mouth seems extremely cold after chewing spearmint gum! the gum is sugarless by the way - since i just got done complaining about a cavity i thought i should mention that. i'm also chewing on my right side only. that gets tiresome after awhile. think i'll spit it out.

i cannot seem to position my space heater in a neutral setting. the only real place for it is the place that blows only onto my right foot/calf/or thigh (depending on how many phone books i stacked underneath it). so right now my right thigh is very toasty while the left one is kinda cool.

my stomach isn't really feeling too hot. the woes of being a woman. but then they have their benefits as well.

this blog seems to have no real intent. but it's keeping me entertained for the time being which is what counts i guess - it being my blog and all.

we seem to have a cricket infestation at work. i take that back. no infestation - jsut way more crickets than (with the exception of being outdoors) that i care to be around. there is one in particular that has managed to survive in the elevator shaft for a few days - although now that i make note of it i can no longer hear his chirps. hmmmm. well - up until a few minutes ago there was a very loud cricket in the elevator shaft directly in front of my desk. they've also been hopping around the halls and in the bathrooms. ick. i for one cannot 'go' that comfortably while fearing that a big black insect may jump up onto me. i'm not a big insect type of gal i guess. jumping and scurrying just aren't my forte.

speaking of forte - how do you pronounce it? kristin asked me the other day saying that a fellow english teacher swear its 'fort' while we claim it's 'for-tay'. thoughts?

oh - that reminds me - not sure how exactly - about my 'bonsai tree'. it is a bonsai - of the hawaiian umbrella kind i think. it came with a bonsai tag from the bonsai section and the gardner man in charge told me how to care for my bonsai. so. i'm going with it.

what else? i suppose i should do some dental research. back later. :)