Tag: strange dreams

We’ve had a house for a day and a half.

Last night I had this long elaborate dream that involved me discovering that Joey married me five years ago only for the purpose of buying a house.  And now that we had finally bought a house, he was planning to kill me. With a knife, in Canada.

I woke up after we had finally gotten to Canada and were in the taxi (it was sparkly and red) and we were driving to our hotel where I was pretty sure I was going to die.

Fortunately, I woke up.

And then I said, “Um, are you planning to kill me?  Do you have a knife?  Are we going to Canada?”

Joey was really confused.  But I think he’s going to let me live.

Now that we have a permanent, real, INDIANA address it’s time for new driver’s licenses.  And new plates on the cars.  Before we get pulled over and the 5-0 is all WHY DO YOU HAS TEXAS PLATES IF YOU LIVE IN INDIANA?!  Maybe no one else is worried about this, but it stresses me out every time I get on the road.  I’m pretty sure I have a little sign above my car that says “She moved here but she hasn’t changed her plates yet, give her a ticket and yell at her.”

I was talking with Angel yesterday afternoon and she mentioned that I would have to take a test when I got my Indy license.  I got real pale and light-headed and immediately thought I am so going to fail this test 25 times and then I’ll never get a Indiana license.

Maybe pregnancy has made me a pessimist.  Or maybe it happened before I got pregnant.  Either way, I was not thinking positively when I arrived at the BMV with my Texas driver’s license, birth certificate, marriage license, social security card, passport, and two documents proving I have an Indiana address.

Well, I passed the test.  The guy said I passed “a ton” but not more than the allowed number.  I was so shocked I didn’t even care how many I missed.

Joey’s getting his license this afternoon, and we’re getting plates for the Corolla, but the RAV4 will take a few extra weeks since it’s new.  But we’ll be 75% legal, and I guess that’s better than the 0% we were up until yesterday.

Once we have a regular old party at the BMV, we’re heading back out to the house to measure rooms to ascertain how much paint we need, and to take panoramic “before” shots of the rooms.  Joey said I could go measure the rooms myself this morning, but that sounded stressful.  I like to estimate paint by looking at the room with my eyeballs and making a value judgement about how much paint the room feels like it needs.  Here’s my guess right now:

  • Kitchen – 1 gallon
  • Bedrooms – 1 gallon each
  • Purple bathroom – 1 gallon (and JOEY was the one who picked the purple color.  I almost passed out.)
  • Other bathroom – 1 gallon
  • Great Room-ish Type Thing – 4 gallons

We’ll see how close I am.

And now, it’s time to go walk Henry because he’s been entirely to spastic this morning.  He’s been nuts ever since I took him to the house yesterday afternoon and he was like THIS HOUSE IS MINE!!! and ran around it like he was being nice to let us live there, pay his mortgage, and feed him.

Panoramic pictures forthcoming.  Not sure when, but forthcoming.

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The Name Game: Week 6

Maybe it’s because we went to Chick-Fil-A yesterday (ugh, I hate Chick-Fil-A, but don’t tell Joey).  But anyway, we were looking for a place to sit down, and Joey slid into the first table we passed.  The chair across from his?  Well, maybe six months ago I’d have been able to slide myself into it, but yesterday I just stood there staring at distance from the table to the chair to the chair of the big burly guy right behind it.

There was no way I was going to finagle my way into that chair.  It kind of traumatized me.

I stood there for a few moments, staring at the chair and trying to figure out if it was worth accidentally knocking into the burly man while I tried to get myself into the small space when Joey realized I couldn’t fit into the table.

“Oh,” he said.  ”Oops.  Um, sorry, let’s move over here.”

The next table was much better, especially since my chair backed up into the aisle.  I could get as fat as I wanted to at that table.

Last night?  I dreamed that everywhere I went I was getting stuck. The last one I remember is that I went on a walk to try to get to the beach and got stuck between two fences.  Like, BELLY WEDGED BETWEEN TWO FENCES.  And fortunately about the time I was about to have a panic attack in my dream, Joey woke me up.

I didn’t sleep so good.

In other news, all looks good for us to FINALLY close on a house next Wednesday.  YAY I AM SO HAPPY!  Of course, I haven’t picked paint colors for any room except the baby’s room.  We’re doing hers first, naturally.  I had this strange thought to paint our bedroom red in between dreams of getting stuck places last night, so I have to discuss this with Joey.  Our room was green in Texas and brown in Iowa..so red would be a big change.  But I think I might like it.

Who cares about paint colors except for me, anyways?  Not you, that’s for sure.

Anyway, poll results.

  1. Kiera – 43.48%
  2. Isabelle – 39.13%
  3. Beatrice – 8.7%
  4. Talia – 8.7%

Therefore, no more Beatrice and Talia.  Poor Beatrice.  I liked that name.

Analie

Beatrice

Coraline

Darcy

Elinor

Frances

Gillian

Helena

Isabelle

Julianne

Kiera

Lenore

Marna

Nora

Olivia

Piper

Quincy

Rowena

Simone

Talia

Uma

Violet

Wren

Xara

Yalena

Zerubabella

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