Whacko to the Maxo

I had a super unbelievable dream last night. I was the girlfriend of a guy in my life who shall remain unnamed, because the thought of me being his girlfriend makes me blush. We were supposed to go on a trip to Antigua but we were running late catching our flight because we had stopped to chat with a few friends along the way. When we finally left I realized I had forgotten my passport at home so I had my "boyfriend" take all our luggage to the airport. He said he would wait for me at the boarding gate and I rushed home. The sequence of events become fuzzy after that. I remember getting home (which by the way, was a Spanish style villa resembling nothing like my home in real life) and seeing my "boyfriend" with at least two other girls on the couch and in bed. They weren't doing anything close to the dirty deed because they were fully clothed, but it was apparent that he was cheating on me. I confronted him about it and he seemed very matter-of-fact about it. I felt more angry at the girls and I wasn't mad at my "boyfriend" at all. I don't know why that was. But the strange thing is that he was supposed to be at the airport, so I don't know if that part was supposed to be a figment of my imagination while I was really at the house alone or if he had somehow strangely managed to make it home before me and decided to have a rendezvous with his women. Maybe it was a dream within a dream. Inception, anyone?

What happened after that was 007-ish. I went from jealous girlfriend to target of war. There was a sudden explosion and we all ran in different directions. I went outside and the scene was like Doomsday or something out of WWII Britain. Planes were flying overhead, filling the sky, people were running around, and the sky was just lit up with red. I started ducking and dodging the spates of bullets fired by artillery and tried to squeeze myself under a pick up truck. When I looked up there was an officer dressed in Thai military garb standing above me, firing away shots. That was WEIRD.

That's the last thing I remember before waking up. There was a segment where I actually made it to the airport, but too much of that eludes me for me to describe it in a coherent and somewhat entertaining way. I woke up feeling a flurry of emotions, which was unnerving. Jealousy, anger, fear, disbelief. But most of all, probably relief.

Heaven on Earth

I have decided that if I find a job I can live with by graduation this is how I will reward myself.

Agent Au

I had a dream that I was a double agent for the CIA where my old USAP boss was my CIA boss. I was a mole in an Asian mafia group disguised as a Buddhist monastery. It was thrilling until I woke up. I felt so stealthy.

Those Big Brown Eyes

I'm taking Nina to get spayed tomorrow and I am deathly worried. I know it's a normal procedure but she's so little...and frail...and afraid of strangers...what a horrible person I am for not feeding her breakfast and leaving her alone all day, drugged, cut up, with people she doesn't know. While she's gone her little whines are going to be echoing in my head.

Dear God, if I become a mother one day am I going to be one of those types that bundle up their children in 10 layers of clothing during the summer because I'm afraid they'll catch a cold?

Christmas Winner

My sister is the bestest. I got this gorgeous Cath Kidston-knockoff saddle bag and wallet from her for Christmas. It is the most beautifully patterned bag and I don't own anything like it. I am OBSESSED!



Sometimes the fake is better than the real. This pattern isn't available on their website right now.

Merry Christmas and happy 2011 everyone! Just put down everything for these two special occasions and celebrate it with the people who mean the most to you. You've made it through another year and undoubtedly said people have been by your side, making memories with you, supporting you, and making life worth living.

Neeners

Nina came down with a fever yesterday because I let her out in the rain too long while taking her out to do her business. I was worried to the point of tears yesterday when she lay there, barely moving a muscle. At times she would let out blood-curdling high-pitched whines, like she was in serious pain. I didn't know what was wrong with her. Contrast this with lively, playful, hyper Nina who rarely stops moving and jumping. I know it was super paranoia taking over, because through the night I kept thinking, what if she doesn't make it? What if she's a dead doggy by twilight? It was such a relief, after 4 hours of sleep, to wake up and see her moving her eyes around even if her body wasn't. At the vet's office the doctor gave her some antibodies and a checkup. I had no idea the physical vulnerability of this poor little pooch. I felt so guilty while at the same time being sad that this ordeal had put a dent in my wallet--meds and office visit cost 73 dollars! A costly oversight indeed...But the good news is Nina will most likely be ok. She looked and seemed better today, so hopefully this recovery continues apace.

Before one begins to jump to conclusions about me being certified neurotic, there probably is a logical, psychologically-rooted explanation for my excessive anxiety. At least this is what I think. I don't usually get so ahead of myself when it comes to other issues. At the root of the problem, it has to do with my numerous short-lived experiences with pets. I must have had 4 or 5 puppies and/or dogs, all who met a tragic end less than a month of us owning them. Lucky was sent away because my mom couldn't stand him nibbling her plants (which she values more dearly than pets). Mimi died of a disease genetically transmitted by her mother. Peanut was sent away for the same reason Lucky was. And then I had an adorable mixed terrier whose name I forget, but she slipped under the gate and was never to be seen again. I guess through all this, my mom is partially to blame. These experiences have traumatized me such that I am horribly afraid any roaming insect eaten or rapid-fire illness will claim Nina's life, or that an unnoticed crack somewhere will be her portal to escape. I'm delirious aren't I?

That's the last time I take Nina out when it's raining. Her well being trumps a perfect potty training regimen.

Time to Do More Sit Ups

I had a 1/12 slice of chocolate cake tonight equivalent to 530 calories. Oh mama!

(But it was worth it.)