Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

I think I’m crazy and my daughter is cute.

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011 by by

Before I get into my adorable daughter and our newest potty training update, I have to tell you something. I think I might be slightly crazy. I have weird and random dreams a lot. Sometimes I dream about weird ways my day will go when I wake up. I’ve had dreams about getting horrible rejection letters from calls I apply to. I dream about whacky conversations I have with people online. I also tend to dream about just stupid things in regards to John and I.

Last night, I had a dream that I woke up this morning and had like 100 hate comments about my blog post I did yesterday about not wanting any more kids. I mean they got nasty, and some people were even saying I shouldn’t have the three I have since I didn’t want them. They were threatening to come kidnap my kids, and they were going to hurt me. All sorts of crazy things. So I woke up this morning at 5, ran to my computer, turned it on, and went and checked my blog. Of course, there were no hate comments. lol After that, I went back to bed, and thankfully, had no more dreams.

Now for a potty training update!
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I had a dream…

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011 by by

Well, maybe more of a weird nightmare/dream. lol

I dreamed last night that we had moved into an apartment, which is weird enough since there’s no way we would ever move all 5 of us into an apartment. Belly and I were out walking around, it was fall, and we were enjoying the weather and seeing our new environment. Did I mention we had also moved up north? The northern accents that surrounded me were my hint about that. lol

We ran into a couple of other moms who had little girls around Belly’s age, and we stopped to talk to get to know our new neighbors. Being close to and making friends with my neighbors is something I’ve always wanted desperately. I grew up in neighborhoods where neighbors were always close. You hung out with them, were friends with them, and it wasn’t just the kids who were friends – the adults were too. So, this is something I’ve missed the most since we got our house. Anyway, as I was introducing Belly and myself, one of the ladies was like, “Oh my God, you named your daughter Isabella? Why would you give her such a shallow materialistic name?? Children’s names should have meaning, not be based off of shallow girls in silly books.” I’m standing there trying to defend my daughter’s name, explaining over and over that she is not named after the girl from Twilight, but they just aren’t believing me. They’re standing there smirking and saying they just don’t want their children playing with Belly. I’m getting frustrated and explaining over and over again that we didn’t get her name from there, and the more frustrated I get the more southern I sound. Then the ladies start in on that, saying how I sound like an uneducated southern hick. They’re saying how I should take my shallow-redneck self and just move back down south.

I woke up then.

Can you tell I might have a slight complex about my daughter’s name, and the idea of moving up north? lol

On a happier note, the boys came back home yesterday, and even though they’re already fighting and being fussy I am glad they’re finally home.

I’m Following My Heart

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011 by by

Because following your head makes more sense.

Sometimes in life, you know what you’re supposed to do. In this case, it would be to panic.

I mean, to come to the realization that everything you’ve dedicated your life to for the past 7 years – what you honestly and truly believed you were meant to do and enjoyed – really isn’t what you were meant to do, and you didn’t enjoy it as much as you thought… That sucks.

To come to that realization with rent a month overdue, no sources of income, an unemployed husband, and a 10 month old daughter to support – that sucks even more.

But the problem isn’t that I can’t “follow my heart” or “chase my dreams” (after all, my dreams aren’t (more…)

a dream state

Monday, January 31st, 2011 by by

Last night, I had a really strange dream. Actually between bouts of Hobie screaming in my ear, I had lots of strange dreams. I could only hang on to the one, which was the first in the series. I can only presume they got stranger as the night waned. Kind of like Alexei without a mop of hair.

In the dream, we were living in a mobile home on horse property. I don’t recall the kids being around, but hubby was there. Somehow we were given four pet rats. I loved the rats and spent lots of time playing with them, but they kept biting me. A rat would be cuddling up to my cheek and suddenly grab on, and then hang on for dear life, pinching me with its teeth but not breaking skin. The final straw was the rat that bit my neck and had to be pried off. (more…)

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Ponderings of a Philosophical Nature

Monday, August 3rd, 2009 by by

All parents wonder what their children will be like when they grow up. They create dreams, hopes, and wishes for their children’s futures. Will their child be smart, attractive, popular, and charismatic? Or will their child be unintelligent, ugly, and socially inept? Can a parent even see her own child as ugly? Or as the parent does she always think her child is adorable and cute?

What if, as a child, the parent was, let’s say, not the best child or teen? What if the parent was sort of, um, bad? They say parents get what they deserve in their children. I don’t know about you, but me, I don’t want to raise me. I’d much rather my children not be like me. As of now, I think a rather appropriate choice would be that they be like my youngest sister. She’s very smart, funny, pretty, and is very popular. But, I have this funny feeling that I don’t get to pick who my children grow up to be. I can only hope they grow into someone who I can like and respect. But ultimately I’ll be a large molder of who they turn out to be, am I worthy of shaping them? I’m not sure. I’ve made a lot of bad choices in my life, and a lot of stupid ones too. I mean, I am rather happy with the way I turned out, and I would love for my children to end up how I am now (not necessarily the whole parent of 3 at 22). I just don’t want them to follow along all the paths I did to get here.

My dreams and desires for my moos

Friday, May 22nd, 2009 by by

I am a bit emotional today.  I was thinking about my moos and how much I love them.  I typed up some of my dreams and desires for them, but decided to keep it for my own reflection.  My biggest desire for my children is that they never question how much I love them.

I was getting more personal than I felt like sharing with the whole world so I decided to just keep the post for myself.  I will share parts of what I typed up though.  The parts I feel comfortable sharing.

Here are some of the things I want for my moos.

I never want my kids to be “normal”.  I know that a lot of people want their kids to fit in or to just be “normal”, whatever that means, but that is not something I desire (more…)