Dream Additions

I've been told that my dreams can be rather interesting at times and I should write them down.  Well, I do write them down in a dream journal, but I've been thinking about adding some of the more interesting ones here.

From now on, you will see an occasional dream.  I will distinguish the dreams by calling my dream self 'Jameson'.  Note: any real people will be given new names in my dreams in order to protect their and my privacy.

Closet Doors...then next great adventure!

Have you ever hung new closet doors?  It sounds simple, doesn't it? Well, I'll share with you some words of wisdom for those of you who are brave enough to try and hang new closet doors.
Wisdomism #1
~Measure the width AND the height of the door (this seems rather obvious, doesn't it? It's amazing what you can miss!)

Wisdomism #2
~Put the door knobs in the same place as the old knobs (there was a reason they were there to begin with!)

Wisdomism #3
~This is a two person job. One person to perform the manual labor. The other to try and read the instructions that leave a lot to the imagination (were they written by a blind person?)

Wisdomism #4
~When in doubt...google "how to hang closet doors"

Wisdomism #5
~Folding closet doors come separately, eventhough you need two of them to have a functioning closet.  Make sure you purchase two (again this seems obvious, but it's easy to overlook)

So, how did our closet door hanging go?  Well, we didn't have anyone giving us these words of wisdom, so we learned a lot about hanging closet doors.  Yes, we even purchased one closet door, thinking it was all we needed.  We felt rather silly throughout the process, but it was a great learning experience!

Holidays

I need to apologize for not writing sooner, but it's been a busy few months.  Now that things have settled a little, I thought I would add my two cents about holidays.

Have I mentioned I'm not a holiday person?  Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person who recognizes that not all people celebrate the same holidays.  Easter really reminded me of this.  At least Christmas is near other religions holidays.  Easter isn't so much.  Work gives us a holiday on Easter, which is great (when isn't a day off great?), but I can't help that I feel a little miffed that they don't recognize other religious holy days? 

Holidays also remind me that I don't get to spend time with my family on the holidays.  Every member of my family is at least 1 state away.  Sad, but true.  I handle this fine most times, but it gets to be a little much around the holidays.  Of course, I also appreciate every moment I spend with them a little more than most people.  I recognize that I never know when I'm going to see them again and anything can happen.

What about hubby's family?  Yes, I do spend time with them, but it's not the same.  They are wonderful people and make me feel very welcomed.  It's just not the same.  I know I already said it once.

Well, that's my little rant about holidays.  Always remember that just because you celebrate a holiday, it doesn't mean everyone else does.  Walking around wishing people a happy holiday doesn't make some people happy; it actually upsets some people.

Recognize the Deserving

Today, like any normal Saturday, I was cleaning the dishes and had one of those random thoughts I just couldn't shake; I love my hubby.  I think that's rather obvious, or I wouldn't have married him, but let me explain a little of this random thought.

This morning Hubby vacuumed the living room, took the dirty laundry downstairs, cleaned some of the dishes in the sink, and filled the dishwasher - without being asked.  Of course, I had to go back and rearrange the dishes so they fit better, but he did a wonderful job.  He always does. 

Lately, I've been a bit under the weather and my hubby (who can't boil water) has managed to cook me an excellent dinner, brought me medicine, and basically catered to my every whim.  Today, while I was finishing up the dishes he didn't get to, I realized how much I really appreciate his generosity and willingness to make me happy.  Not every guy is like him.

Hold on, my dog needs something and I must cater to her every whim.  Ok not to worry, hubby came down and took care of her when he heard me get up.  Isn't he great?

I think it's important to recognize people when they do good things.  So here's to my hubby who is: a great guy, always trying to make people happy, and always doing the right thing.

Secrets Secrets Are No Fun?

Remember that song from The Little Rascals "We've Got a Dollar"?


Instead of we've got a dollar; I've got a secret hey hey, hey hey, which started me thinking about secrets.  To put it mildly, don't they suck?

Secrets are truly a double edged sword.  You feel an immense release of pressure when you finally tell the secret, but then guilty for telling.  Unfair!  I know, I know...life isn't always fair.  Then, why do people tell secrets?  Because we are inately selfish creatures.  Duh! We want to feel the release of pressure.  So we tell our secrets, and our secrets are retold (by other pressure releasing selfish creatures), and so on and so forth...

Before you know it, your secret is no longer a secret!  Can you believe it?  Your precious (my precious) secret that you wanted to keep is no longer only yours.  Outrageous!

What should you do with your secrets?  Keep them!  Find a safe place out of reach of inately selfish creatures where you can store your precious secrets. 

Where does that leave me and my secret?  Safe...in a book ;-)