Friday night was a night spent at home. I contemplated getting up and going to see a movie but opted for a nap on the couch for a couple of hours, to yet another truly bizarre dream. It seems whenever I nap on the couch in the late afternoon that I have some utterly strange dreams. One I had was that I was doing a talk show out of my livingroom hosted by someone who resembled Merv Griffin, my husband (who was Tim McGraw *shudder*) was a guest as well and I was singing a Rascal Flats song. J was there, having an ice cube war with someone and I woke up puzzled. The other strange dream was I was going to a movie with my bro-in-law and father-in-law, without J and the pop-in-law was driving my car. For some reason, we took the dogs to a kennel (maybe it was a long movie?) and when we got to the movie theatre it was set up like a massive dinner theatre and I told my brother-in-law to hold my hand and skip with me because it's fun... now, my bro-in-law would NEVER hold my hand unless it was for some amazingly good reason, like keeping me safe from something, and he sure as hell would NEVER SKIP! But he did in my dream... strange. And then, the three of us got kicked out of the theatre because I sat down on a step to tie my shoe lace and well...who knows... Friday evenings dream was me and the hubby clearing out the house for a garage sale, kids were riding their bikes through my house and it was pissing me off and there was something else that my hubby was doing that I can't remember what it was but it was truly strange. Weirdness I tell you. Perhaps I should have gone to that movie.
Saturday was an odd day. It started off good. I went and got my hair cut. Hubby and I went to Burger King for lunch and during the course of the lunch and conversation I got myself upset and the hubby and I spent about an hour being stressed out with each other. I won't go into details over what set me off, but I'm pretty sure my hormones had a good role in it. We went to go pick up one of the terror twins to take him to the bank to get money to pay us for comic books, I was still upset...took him home and then went to the comic book store where J went in to get comics. I managed to get myself together and my head on straight while he did that...I guess I just really needed to clean my purse out of the junk and in the process managed to clean the junk out of my head. When he came back, I apologized and life got better. We went home, he took a nap, I watched television and then we went to karaoke.
At karaoke, I learned that one of my friends from there almost got killed last Tuesday. Debbie, you'll know said friend as Anthony. He told me he got this new job that they build trailers to haul big machinery and this young kid, of 19, asked him to get a hitch for him, so Anthony went to get that and when he turned around, this crane thing they use to move the trailers had a trailer hooked to it by a chain and the chain snapped, causing the trailer to act as a pendulum and it swung and hit the 19 year old guy in the head, taking the kids head off. Anthony said has he walked a few more paces, it would have hit him too. Scary.
Yesterday, I spent all day being a crampy, hormonal female doped up on Tylenol. I watched movies all day. I watched Meet Joe Black, and can now say that I've seen the whole movie; plus I watched Dangerous Liasons which I'd seen before but it had been a long time. After that, I was feeling a bit better and so I got up to do some laundry and moved to my office to hang out online for several hours.
I'm beginning to feel the need for more pain killers, but I'm going to eat something first because last night it upset my stomach a bit. Of course, if I had eaten before taking the pills, I'd have fared better, but who wants to eat?
So, that's my exciting, Hollywood movie star life of a weekend in a nutshell..
How's was all of yours?
This saddens me. I'm truly an advocate for the two day work week and five day weekend. Heck, I'll even compromise for a four day work week and three day weekend... I think that makes me rather generous.