And In Your Dreams, Whatever They Be

THEIRS IS A FORBIDDEN LOVE

Wow, it's been a long time since I blogged. That's what happens when you're employed, I suppose: you don't have time to think that every little stupid thing you do might be interesting. Because it's probably not, anyway. More about the job later. And by later I mean next time I blog. I don't feel like organizing thoughts about work right now. I will, however, post an e-mail I sent to my former co-worker/current friend. For those of you who don't know, I have ridiculous dreams. Seriously. Ask me about them some time--I once dreamed an entire movie that had a soundtrack AND rolled credits at the end. Also, I usually remember them in far more vivid detail than other people. There are a number of dreams I had when I was a child that I still remember clearly. Last night was an excellent series of dreams. Enjoy:

Beth, I blame you and your e-mail and its mention of men for the fact that last night all my dreams revolved around me being awkward around men and wishing I had a boyfriend. Seriously. And they were all the WEIRDEST dreams. I can't recall them exactly, but in one, Matt was trying to date me again...sort of. He wasn't sure if he wanted to and so he kept trying to sneakily hold my hand over the wall of our cubicles (we were in an office?) and I kept thinking "WHAT the HELL are you doing?" but I figured it was easier to let him do that and just forget it happened than mention it. Then I dreamed that the guy I dated in Italy moved to Seattle and had a girlfriend and she hated me because I was taller than her and therefore closer to his 6'4". THEN I dreamed that Fred Astaire told me that he needed my help on an important caper, so I went with him to an amusement park where we found this guy who was really important and then Fred started ignoring me and we were all eating corn dogs and gently singing "Nature Boy" by Nat King Cole except Fred didn't notice me anymore and it made me really sad. I'm insane and I blame you.

I love my brain.

Young Lady With the Socks on Her Hands

I rode the bus today and feel very good about it. Gosh, I just love public transportation!

PLEASANTLY BALD GUY AT 3RD & PIKE STOP

A lady next to me was having a very pleasant conversation with herself. Not the kind where the person is yelling at someone nonexistent, it was almost as if she were talking on the phone with a good friend (I checked, no ear piece and no cell unless they were invisible). She was talking very softly and happily about the arrival of Christmas and the beauty of nature and how wonderful it was. I wandered around downtown a bit and stopped at Pike's Market for a few minutes where a young guy selling various pastas shouted, "You, young lady with the socks on her hands! Come try some chocolate pasta!" I like my arm warmers.

"GEE, WHAT COULD BE BETTER THAN KNITWEAR?"

In other news, I'M EMPLOYED!!! With job! Having of a place to go Monday-Friday 40 hours a week!

HOORAY FOR ME!!

That's right, I'm finally going to return to the status of "Gainfully Employed". I interviewed Thursday morning and by Thursday afternoon I was hired.

"I'm hiiiiired/I hope I don't get fiiiiiired/In 30 years I'll be retired/But for now I'm simply hiiiiired" - MST3K

Apparently they actually canceled other interviews they had planned because they liked me so much (they said I was "sharp" and they liked my enthusiasm). So starting Monday I'll be doing the 8:30-5 thing (not quite the ring of 9-5 but I'm going for honesty). It's nice because the place is so very close to my house that in nice weather I can bike there and even if I drive I'll be using very little gas. Tomorrow I see about taking the bus there. Hooray! I'm employed!!! Now i guess I won't have to spend my days winding my miscellaneous yarn into center-pull balls...actually, that's kind of sad. Oh well--I HAVE A JOB!

I LEAD A SMALL BUT HAPPY LIFE

The Sweet Sounds of Matrimony

Well, my friend's wedding is over and done with. I'm sure she's glad the stress of the event is gone, but it's always sad that the fun, partying part can't last much longer.

I arrived in Sacramento on Thursday and was met at the airport by my lovely sister. (1) It was great to see her walking on her own as the last time I saw her she was still in a cast and on crutches/in a wheelchair due to her broken ankle. Now she has a scar, a slight limp and some "hardware" in her "robot ankle" but seems otherwise fine. (2) She was driving our old brown Ford Aerostar van which has been in the family for ages. We both drove it during high school and MAN, did being in it bring back memories. It even smelled the way I remember it. It's funny when a dusty van smell makes you nostalgic. The best part was that the power window on the driver's side is failing so whenever you want it open you have to push it down while holding the button, and when you want it up you have to pull. Not a safe maneuver when driving, but a hilarious one at least.

On Friday I drove down to Ione with another bridesmaid, one of my really good friends (of the group of four whose friendship survived junior high, high school, college and now these post-college years -- we're so impressive).

FRIENDS FOR SO LONG: THE GAL TO MY RIGHT
ALSO: I'M FRIGGIN' HUGE!

The event was held at a tiny B&B interestingly located next to an Ace Hardware--you could see and hear the fans from their ventilation system all during the rehearsal (never fear, the music played at the wedding drown out the sounds in a surprisingly effective manner). I was extremely pleased to find out that the groom had one exceedingly tall friend, so I got to walk with someone who was taller than me even when I was wearing heels--excellent (he also had dark hair and heavy, dark plastic glasses so we matched excellently during the rehearsal).

THE BRIDAL PARTY

The wedding itself went well aside from a few minor hiccups that no one really noticed and that didn't make a huge difference. Of course the maid of honor, sister of the bride was weeping right from the get go, as were the mothers of the bride and groom. None of the bridesmaids fell on the cobble stone walk way even though we were wearing heels. For dinner they had friggin' DELICIOUS steak and mashed potatoes. The bartender was VERY generous with the amount of alcohol in the drinks, especially for people in the wedding party (hellooooo wedding punch that was literally half vodka, oy!) And on the way home I got to ride with my oldest friend--I've known him since the 3rd grade--which was great because I don't get to spend much time with him (although I suppose that's to be expected when you live in different towns and now different states). All in all an excellent trip home.

CONGRATULATIONS!

And as a reward for making it all the way through this blog post, I offer you the following fun:
WTF?
ACK!
HOLY CRAP!!!