You ever have one of those waking dreams? The kind where something happens in your dream that causes you to become half awake and incorporate your surroundings into your dream. It's not lucid dreaming, since you have no control until you have fully awaken. I have been known to ask my husband utterly bizarre questions in this state. Often getting a bit indignant when he doesn't answer me or seem to know what on earth I'm talking about; that is until I'm fully awake. I had one of those last night. In a half-awake state I asked him several times how we going to get out. Well in the dream I had somehow become trapped in a room, and of course in reaching in front of me to escape in my dream I encountered the headboard of my bed. Confused and perhaps a bit scared I did what any reasonable person would do, I turned to my darling (who wasn't in my dream and magically appeared) how we were going to get out. Eventually during our conversation which probably lasted about a minute, I woke up enough to realize that my surroundings were my bedroom and I was in fact not trapped. I stated as much and he promptly went back to sleep. Realistically, these are probably usually nightmares, because it always seems that something scares me or startles me into becoming half-awake. However I can distinctly think of one where I woke up asking my hubby where we were going to keep the deer, and I can't for the life of me imagine that being a nightmare.
Oh well, since I'm fairly awake and it's the weekend after Epiphany, I figured I should go ahead and get out of bed and start gathering the Christmas decor from around the house so I can pack it away. Epiphany is the day that the Wise Men came and marks the end of Christmas. January 5th was Twelfth Night, perhaps when I have children I'll think of something special to mark the occasion. Right now, it simply marks the day that the Christmas decor comes down for me traditionally and the magic of winter and Christmas turns into the long wait for Spring.
So I'm starting my morning with Peppermint Coffee and Alison Krauss and feeling very serene and excited at the same time. I suppose that's enough babbling for this morning.
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I've never kept a dream journal, who knows maybe it would help. I don't usually remember anything about my dreams, unless they are ones I wake from halfway through.
I spent this weekend gathering the Christmas stuff from around the house to put away, baking, cleaning, and watching my nieces. We usually go to hockey on weekends when the Sioux play at home.
I'm lucky, my hubby usually runs the laundry through. Actually, I should say I'm spoiled. So, did you get all yours done?
I really need to go through and take one room at a time and do a deep clean. Since we moved in the summer, I didn't do it in the fall because it really didn't need it. However, of course now it does. If I do it now though, it won't need it this spring, so I'll delay to the summer. Or I could do it now and then do it again in the summer even if it isn't quite ready to get myself on that schedule... Ah dilemmas, hmmmm... I'll call a spade, a spade and admit that I'm procrastinating...
Checking things in our respective blogs makes perfect sense since we're checking them as often.
I made cookies and banana bread. Though I'll have to make more banana bread tonight as well, before the bananas go bad.
I cook that way too... a dump cook... dump in random things that sounds good in random amounts and Voila... complete and utter yumminess... But I do follow recipes as well when making a specific dish, like garlic lime chicken... Though I definitely live by the modify at will principle. I try to make a recipe as-is at least once, but after that any ingredient or amount is fair game.
Also, when in the mood for dump desserts, I go for a bread pudding, where precise amounts of anything doesn't really matter.
Yup, hubby does laundry and he loads the dishwasher, vacuums and washes the bathroom floors. I do the handwash (dishes or laundry), dusting, cooking (unless it's grilling), etc... He's very helpful around the house. However, given that we both work approx 45-50 hours per week, I would expect him to help out as much. He does just about anything, but he definitely has his strengths and his weaknesses. I'm a very lucky woman though.
You know, you're so funny and you remind me of myself in a lot of ways.
Yeah I keep thinking that as I read your posts too :P
Yes, we have a great relationship. I really couldn't ask for more...
Ok, now I'll have to make banana bread with chocolate chips... :P
Sometimes they are a veritable novel, and others they are pretty short. I figure it depends on how moody the software is at the time. Maybe instead of typing in the correct letters, people were typing in swear words, so it became irritable and decided to get revenge. This delusion brought to you by the letter R.
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