Life, Uncategorized

Who Needs Sleep?

I tend to do weird things in my sleep -some people sleep walk, some sleep talk -others simply sleep. Me? I don’t even know what I’d call it -the closest I can come to explaining it is “Sleep interacting.” Basically, I will have a dream -and at some point in that dream, I will wake up and start to interact with it. Anything from thinking there are people/spiders/aliens in my room -to strangling my alarm to kicking over the heater because I thought the little red light was an alarm for a bomb.

One time there were even sheep on my bed. I kicked those sheep trying to get them to leave -they never did leave. Spoiler alert: It was Yoshi. Not sheep.

I used to share a bedroom with my sister -and would randomly wake her up saying there was someone in the room. Thankfully all it generally takes is for someone to say “No there’s not” for me to realize I was just dreaming -but since she has moved away, it’s just me in the room -and no one to tell me other. Which means that I can go on for quite some time.

All that is to say -I do weird stuff in my sleep. From talking to yelling to interacting -you name it, I do it. I make for an interesting roommate. Ahem.

The other night however, I took things to a new level.

After a long, busy day -I came home and headed for my laptop…but it wasn’t where I last remembered having it.

I checked under the bed, I checked my bag, the table -but it was gone. I started to wonder if maybe we had been robbed -because who doesn’t want an ancient laptop that doesn’t work? But nothing else was gone -so I ruled that out. Except there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind.

Which is when it hit me: We HAD been robbed!

At some point in the night, in my dreams, we were being robbed. There was also a fire. But it didn’t seem to be that big of a deal -considering there was a robbery in progress!

I remember this because I woke up -and in a groggy, sleep induced state -rounded up a few of my favorite belongings and put them in a safe place, which just so happened to be the closet. With my plastic tote of “Keepsakes.” I closed the door, stumbled back to bed and went back to sleep -because that is what you do when you a robbery is in progress. And there is a fire.

I ran to the closet -and sure enough: there was my laptop. Along with my journals. And two pairs of socks. Because I’m nothing without socks.

It’s no wonder I’m always tired in the morning!

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Animals, Life

Round Three!

I guess it’s safe to say I enjoy a challenge. After successfully completing round one and round two of dog sitting multiple dogs -or, you know, more than a handful of dogs at a time -I upped my game a bit and took on seven dogs. Plus three houses. At one time.

The climax of the whole event went down on Thursday night. Where I had an overlap of everyone at the same time. A little bit of background to make this next story make sense:

1. Two of the owners didn’t know when, exactly, they planned to return and had promised to text Tuesday night.

2. The one house I was staying at didn’t have internet. But it was going to be fine because I had my phone and some extra data -I was going to make my own little WI-FI hub.

All was going well until I went to pack up for the night -and my phone wouldn’t turn on. All attempts turned up void. It was after hours, all the stores were closed and the bottom line was I would be internet-less and phone-less for the night. This might not have been such a big deal -except that I was waiting on some important information from the afore mentioned people and um, don’t mess with my internet connection. Take what you must -but leave the internet.

It was a long night.

I’m pretty sure I have been scarred for life.

But all that aside -and all things considering -it has been going fairly well. That is, if you consider having panic, stress and headaches for two weeks -fairly well. Then yes. Fairly well, indeed. I have, however, come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, more of a six-dog person. Seven is a whole new level of crazy.

Everyone survived and as the last of the dogs head off to their respective homes this week, I am already charting out my next round!

Without further ado, I present to you: Round Three!

Stella:


I’m pretty sure I was told this is an American Lab -whatever she is, she is such a cutie!

Brody:

A newer addition to his family but as sweet as can be! He hates to be left behind -but is a terrible car rider. He doesn’t understand the concept of sitting in his own seat and would prefer to sit on your lap. He loves company.

Lola:

Miss Lola (and Nina) came as a set from the same house. She is a happy dog who never seems to have a bad day.

Nina:

Nina is a bit on the shy side around new people and while she loves to go with you -she hates the car ride part. She prefers to sit under your feet while driving -which makes for an interesting car ride. I had to stop a few times and pull her out because she dove under while I was driving.

Eva:

This one is known as “boss lady” or “queen” at her house -and I suppose it should be easy to see why! She is quite the boss! She is also a show dog -which means she can’t get into any fights while here! She is constantly stealing Hunter’s blankets and pulling them into her crate. Silly thing.

Hunter:

Hunter and Eva also came as a package deal. He always has such a sad look -even when (what’s left of) his tail is wagging! He is a sweet boy. I’m pretty sure he appreciated that Brody came to stay and help balance out the boy/girl ration that is going on here.

…Yoshi!

…and finally, my princess! I haven’t seen much of her lately -with all the house sitting and job bouncing I have been doing! Whenever I dog sit so many dogs, I am always thankful that Yoshi is the one that stays behind. I love the other dogs -but my girl is something special -quirks and all!

Humor Section, Life

Spider – 1 Me – 0

I have a confession to make, although it’s not so much a confession as it is a statement: I hate spiders.

Awhile ago I tried to understand just what it was about them that made me hate them so much -going with the theory that if I understood them more, perhaps I wouldn’t hate them. I couldn’t do it. Everything about them -everything that they are, all their legs, eyes, walking style -it creeps me out.

The fact that they hide out in weird places -such as the bathroom, or shower -does nothing to improve my opinion of them. Spiders are creepy.

I have tried staring at them, learning about them, looking at pictures of them -and it all ends the same way -with me wigging out.

I also happen to have a theory that if I find a spider inside and kill him -his family will see me killing him and come for me in the night. As a result, I have found myself transporting many-a-spider outside, alive and well.

This all came to an end yesterday morning.

I was laying in bed, minding my own business -sleeping, when I felt something drop into my ear. I brushed it off, assuming it was just my hair…until…

I heard noises and felt something moving around INSIDE my ear.

Yep. Something had dropped into my ear canal and was now attempting to kill me from inside. Or get out. Or something. It didn’t matter. Because one cannot simply swat it away as I quickly realized. I ran around screaming slapping the side of my head to no avail. The scratching (which was VERY loud, seeing how it was in my ear) and flapping was more than enough to panic me. I remained calm by telling myself it was just a fly -and somehow, managed to flip it out with my finger. Which is when I saw this:

It was a spider. It might not look like much -but he was IN MY EAR. I don’t like spiders looking at me from a distance -this one crossed the line.

A spider. In my ear. Dropping in my ear while I was in bed.

I no longer care where they hail from or what they save the world from. Needless to say while he was alive when he came out of my ear (GAH!) he didn’t survive long…and any family members that attempt to take revenge will be in the same situations.

In the meantime, I have my peppermint oil diffuser going full time. I’ve sprinkled the surrounding areas of my bed with peppermint oil and even considered wearing ear muffs to bed with a bug net over my face.

 

Life, Thankfuls

Today

Today I turned 27.

Normally – I hate my birthday.  Not so much the fact that I am having another birthday -but the whole spotlight on me -sort of makes me uncomfortable.  Getting older, being old -the whole package.  But today?  Today was pretty epic.

It was one of those all-around amazing days that left my heart feeling full and happy.  An almost guilty type happy -because the day has been that great.  The kind of day that fills you up with all the happy, bubbly feelings that leave you smiling.  A kind of day I wish I could bottle up so tightly and pull it out on grey days.

Mom went all out -as she does, to make me feel special.  With cake, balloons, presents and flowers.  We had lunch together -and rounded the afternoon out with a free coffee from Starbucks.  Nothing beats free!

There was a special package in the mail from my friend, a number of special messages and of course -a few Starbucks gift cards from mom and Amanda and co.

The evening was finished up with a free (yes, free!) steak dinner at a restaurant with a small group of good friends, mom and dad.  I can’t remember the last time I was out for my birthday with friends.  It’s always nice to spend time with family -but adding some really good friends to the mix made my heart happy.

It was a…wonderful day.

I didn’t win a million dollars -but cashed out in the friends and family department.

A big thank you to everyone who made my day special.  I really, really enjoyed it.

I’d say 27 is off to a good start.

Life

Intentional

When I was growing up, people had all the questions for me. Questions that, I suppose -gave them a gauge as to where I was in life. How grown up I was, how much growing up I had left to do. Questions that grew with me: What grade are you in? When do you graduate? Where are you going to college? Are you married? When are you getting married? Do you have kids? And the all to famous “Is that your husband?”

These questions used to annoy me -I couldn’t understand why people would ask such silly things. Why not ask me what I was interested in? What my hobbies were? What I liked to do in my spare time? It isn’t that I could answer these questions any better -just that they seemed more universal.

I then started to gauge myself by these questions…I never had an official graduation -I was home schooled, I finished school -there was no grand hooray -it simply was over. Time to move on. What’s next. I didn’t have a college lined up -I didn’t see the need to go as I didn’t know what I wanted to do and spending money on school to do something I didn’t even want to do seemed silly. I’m not married. I don’t know when I am getting married or if I am getting married!

Over the years I started to hate hanging out with people, their questions that I couldn’t answer would turn even the best social events into horrible times that I couldn’t enjoy. I began to make excuses. Hold myself back. Play the old “If only” games. I started to think that when I “get older” I would have all the answers to all the questions and suddenly I might just ‘fit in’ with ‘them’.

But the older I get, the more these questions make sense. They simply are questions. People asking something to try and get to know me. The only thing holding me back was myself. And so I have started to try and change my mindset. My answers. My perspective.

The other day a customer / friend was at the shop talking about how God is in control -of everything. While I know this, and knew this and believe this -it still was nice to hear her talk and be reminded that yes -He is. That as long as I am doing what I am supposed to be doing, and seeking His will -then whatever happens will be ok. I might not understand it -but He does, and that is all that matters.

My days don’t always go as I have planned them -and this often, ok usually always -upsets me. I am so focused on MY plans that I fail to realize (or remember) that my plans are not His plans and when things go off course -they are actually directly ON COURSE. If I could stop and remember this.

Intentional.

It is the word I have had in my mind to try and spur me on this year. It may or may not stick -I never know. But it seems to be a fitting word.

I sometimes look at other people and think that their lives are so much easier because they have A, B and C -and I seemed to have skipped ½ the alphabet and only have X Y and Z. That because I am ‘missing’ these key points in my life -that somehow I am doing it all wrong and in order to BE someone, I must accomplish the same things as everyone else. I must climb the ranks, I must do the things. I must have the answers to the questions and if my answers are different than everyone else’s then I am somehow less.

That because I haven’t gone to college and still have no earthly idea what I want to be when I grow up -that I am somehow held back. When really -I am not. I am here for a reason. I am here for a purpose. What that reason is and what that purpose is sometimes confuses me beyond belief. I sometimes cannot fathom why I should be here, doing this. But I am here…and I am doing this…and God knows…and as long as I seek Him -it will be ok.

I will be ok.

I want to live more intentionally. To be more present. To achieve great things, yes, but to remember that I am here -for a reason…and that is ok. I might not know the reason, I might not see the reason -but that is ok. If I can remember to seek God in all areas of my life, and follow His plans -I know things will be so much better.

Now…if only I could remember that.