I think my mind was racing all night and it still is this morning. I had a lot of stressful dreams last night.
In one, Mema came home from India for a weekend. She brought Fuzzy and I back to India with her, and the three of us started fighting crime. Except on the way to meeting them at a crime scene, I was driving, and got lost, and didn't know if the GPS would work on my phone in India. Then when we got there, we were following this older lady through a series of tubes, kind of like the ones at Epcot Center (imagination something), but smaller, we had to duck. She ended up being perfectly innocent, but accidentally led us right to the bad guys, who killed her and locked us in the last tube. Somehow we got out and chased them on a motorcycle. But I turned the wrong way and we were driving into oncoming traffic on the freeway. But there were other people over on the side of the road that did the same thing we did and were trying to find a way off too.
And then I was walking with the dog and cat through this wooded area with cabins. The cabin next to ours was having a party, and I stopped to let them pet the animals. But I got separated from the dog, and ended up having to go look for him. I finally found him sleeping on a blanket with two guys and a little girl. The guys took him into the cabin, and I asked the girl, "Where are your parents?" She handed me a book and told me it was all in there and that the guys had the book published for her. It was a cookbook, but there was some commentary in there. I wasn't sure if I should call the cops or look through the book first. And she told me that the three of them were staying in the cabin with us.
There was also something in there about breeding puppy and kitten clones, but I can't really remember anything about it.
I had weird dreams a few nights ago. I put a bunch of people I know together in the same dream that in real life have nothing to do with, or even know each other.
The last football game was last night. It was cold (42) and wet. We were really fortunate all season with great weather up to last night so I guess we can't complain. Our boys ended up losing, but it was close and both teams played well.
I didn't have a team photo in game jerseys yet so we decided that we would do that last night. Before the game, I had gotten about half of the kids individually (like my photo for today). We did the team photo and I said "Ok, whoever hasn't done an individual shot, stay here!" and the rest of the boys lined up for pics. I didn't realize until last night that I had missed one kid. I don't know if he didn't hear the "stay here" announcement, or if he purposely didn't want his pic taken, but somehow I didn't get him. I felt even worse when I realized that the kid I missed was one of the FEW parents that had actually said "thanks" for the photos. I emailed them again this morning and apologized and let them know that it certainly wasn't on purpose. I guess I learned that I need to make a check list and not trust the kids to follow instructions.
Afternoon all. Been a busy morning around here. Trying to get everything in order so I can start scheduling payments. And then following up on silly issues by states and cities.
I'm exhausted from your dreams Mz. Good to know we are trying to fight crime. Did Mema bring up capes from India so we had outfits for crime fighting. I seemed to be fighting numbers in my dreams. I was having a hard time getting away from them.
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Ugh. I hate when I have stressful dreams MZ. Sometimes I wake up more exhausted than if I'd had a hard night at work!
Web, was I in that dream?!?
Fuzz. Kinda sucks, with the Brewers out of it I got no reason to send a whiny text or two to ya every night.
I'm trying to decide what to do about my vacation next week. I have the whole week off, but if I want to I could cancel TUE & WED and go in, saving the days for later. I'm tempted to do it.
Originally I took the week off for watching the Brewers in the World Series. My boss already lined people up for Mon, Thu & Fri so those days I'm off no matter what. But I'm thinking what the heck, a two day work week would be pretty darn easy anyway, maybe I should just go in.
In one, Mema came home from India for a weekend. She brought Fuzzy and I back to India with her, and the three of us started fighting crime. Except on the way to meeting them at a crime scene, I was driving, and got lost, and didn't know if the GPS would work on my phone in India. Then when we got there, we were following this older lady through a series of tubes, kind of like the ones at Epcot Center (imagination something), but smaller, we had to duck. She ended up being perfectly innocent, but accidentally led us right to the bad guys, who killed her and locked us in the last tube. Somehow we got out and chased them on a motorcycle. But I turned the wrong way and we were driving into oncoming traffic on the freeway. But there were other people over on the side of the road that did the same thing we did and were trying to find a way off too.
Silly girl... when in India, driving into oncoming traffic on the freeway (or flyway as they call it here) doesn't mean you are going the wrong way. That is the normal state of events on the flyway. This is seriously some of the most horrifying traffic conditions you can imagine. In this country, I am Miss Daisy.... always sit in the back seat and look out the side window as to not behold the travesty on the road in front of me.
I like the crime fighting idea. I'm sure it would be much appreciated around here. Most law enforcement and security efforts here seem to be centered around checking cars, bags, and people for explosives, and prevention of shoplifting.
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Silly girl... when in India, driving into oncoming traffic on the freeway (or flyway as they call it here) doesn't mean you are going the wrong way. That is the normal state of events on the flyway. This is seriously some of the most horrifying traffic conditions you can imagine. In this country, I am Miss Daisy.... always sit in the back seat and look out the side window as to not behold the travesty on the road in front of me.
