A Glorious Day

Reason #1---Successful dentist visit. My jaw didn't lock in the open position. It has happened a few times before---it is terrifying, painful and makes me feel claustrophobic.

Reason #2--The house cleaning is half-way done and Z just went down for a nap.

Reason #3---It is Ranch Rodeo Finals weekend which means these people are almost on their way.

I'm giddy!

Shhhhh

I got shushed today by a 20 month old.

For laughing too loudly while on the phone with Aunt Charlotte during her beloved "SIGNING TIMES." The nerve of some people's moms.

The Illusive Goose

Memory Monday~

Highschool was all about friends for me. And luckily, I had (still have) an awesome group of friends. We were involved in everything together. From History Fair to BPA (Business Professionals of America) to Basketball, Volleyball and Track, to trying to catch a wild goose with our bare hands.

During goose season, which is winter time, we would have sleep overs at Nicona's parent's shop. Good times were made in that shop. And luckily or unluckily many of those times were captured on video, such as commercials and music videos to any and all Dixie Chick music. I happened upon some of those videos the other week and glowed red with embarrassment and roared with laughter simultaneously.

Back to the geese. We had a burning desire to catch a goose as it was sleeping in a frozen snow-covered field. (Hey, there are worse things teenage girls could fixate on.) I guess geese sleep in fields, right? I mean they aren't sleeping in the air. It seems obvious, yet I'm still thinking about it. Hmmmmm...

I have a clear image of us walking down the lane in the middle of the night, a full moon reflecting off the snow. Once we chose which field we were going to explore, we would crawl on our knees or bellies, barely whispering. I don't know what we were going to do, if by some miraculous chance we snuck up on a snoozing goose. I am sure brave hearted Nicona or Maryann would have wrestled it and come out holding it by it's skinny neck.

We never got close to a goose that I can remember.

But, what a tale we could tell if we had.

Dreams

Memory Monday~

I have always had very vivid dreams. Sometimes I wake up and I think whatever I dreamt about is real and sometimes that plays out bad for Marcus. Especially when I have a dream that I caught him drinking coffee with another girl. Who cares about the girl, why was he drinking coffee?! Switch that around, I was mad about the girl.

Here are some dreamy "classics".

I swear that when I was little, I woke up and my hair had grown long, like 6-8 inches longer. I don't know how old I was, but I really believe that this happened. I remember telling Charlotte about this miracle when I was about 10 and she laughed. That made me mad.

One night I was dreaming that I had to go to the bathroom really really really bad. So, I got up and went into the bathroom, sat down and relieved myself. I felt warm liquid going down my legs and I looked down and realized I had forgotten to pull my underwear down! And then I really woke up and realized that it was a dream and I had forgotten to even get out of bed. And you guessed it, Charlotte and I were still sharing a bed. And I'm not even telling my age. Let's just say it was embarrassingly old.

My first year of college I had such a great roommate. We got along, except that she slept hot and I slept cold. In the middle of winter she wanted to sleep with the window open and my bed was right next to the window. Guess we could have just switched beds, but college kids don't think of those things.

Anywhoo, I awoke one night and looked over at her bed and to my surprise Marcus was sleeping in her bed. And I had this unstoppable urge to kiss him. So, I got out of bed and tip-toed over to him. I leaned over to plant a good one on him and my roommate sat up and said, "Lynsey what are you doing?" I snapped out of dream mode. I stammered that I was just wondering if she wanted the window open. She said that would be great.

The next morning, I overheard her telling the other roomies, "Lynsey is the best, she woke up in the middle of the night to ask me if I wanted the window open."

I am nice like that.

Happy Happy Halloween

Memory Monday

I'm starting a new thing. It is called Memory Monday. I have not been a faithful journal-er at any point in my life (big regret). I am going to try and post a random memory, old or new, every MOnday.

One sunny, peaceful Sunday, Lex (younger brother) and I were driving home. I may have been a moody teenager and had a temper that was crazier than a fruit fly. Lex was quiet and mischevious. He was a button-pusher.

As we turned the corner for home, Lex backfired louder than the car we were in. I told him to knock it off or he was walking home. Less than 1/8 of a mile down the road and another rumble was heard from the passenger side. The white boat (which looked a lot like the car below) came to a screeching halt in front of our nearest neighbors house, who also happened to be our Bishop at the time.

I screamed at Lex to get out of the car. No budge. I put the car in park and started pushing him out. Without the slightest indication that he was getting out, Lex started laughing, knowing only as a brother does, that this will send me into a fiery rampage. A blur of long hair and church attire jumped out of the car and began to drag Lex out of the passenger side. I was 15 or 16 at the time and physically could still hold my own with Lex who was 3 years younger. As soon as he was on the ground, I ran back to the driver's side and tried to drive off, but Lex easily slid back into the passenger seat with time to spare.

My pride was injured. I can still feel the anger bubbling up in my chest, my jaw muscles clenching, and tears swelling in my eyes. And there sat Lex, smug and victorious.

A game of cat and mouse quickly pursued. I would chase Lex around and around the white boat, through the white boat and, yes, even up and over the white boat. If we ever met up in the middle, a cross between a wrestling match and a chicken fight would start.

I wish I could say that I admitted my defeat only because our neighbors had gathered at the front window to watch the spectacle, but he won, fair and square.

It's good to know that some things change.

And some things don't. :)

GoodnightLoveYaSeeYaInTheMorningSorry

Charlotte and I shared a room growing up and even shared a bed for close to 11 years. I would like to believe this made us all the more close. Although at times it didn't seem that way. Charlotte would draw an imaginary line down the middle of the bed each night and insisted that I stay on my side. Now, I couldn't control that I sleep heavy and wild and my feet are always cold. And I definitely couldn't control that when I pee'd the bed she was heavier than me and it always ran to her side.

Last night, as Marcus and I were lying in bed, I remembered something. "Goodnight, Love Ya, See Ya In The Morning, Sorry." This is what I would say to Charlotte each and every night. I would say it really fast so it sounded more like this: "goodnightloveyaseeyainthemorningsorry."
The sorry was all inclusive I would tell her, it covered anything I had done to her that day and what I might do during the night.

And she would always reply, "Mm-Hmm".

It was a good tradition and I decided to start it again last night. Although it took Marcus 3 attempts at getting the "Mm-Hmm" right, he'll learn.