Nightmare Before Christmas

For some reason I rarely, if ever, seem to remember any of the dreams I have at night. But last night I had a nightmare. A nightmare before christmas.

It started off with me waking up. Then I walked downstairs, and the only person down there was Jonathan, waiting by his pile of presents to open them. I then proceeded to go around trying to gather up the family. The first person I went to get is Kent, who I discovered acting strange and angry. I asked him what was going on, and he disclosed to me his little secret...he had become a drug addict and an alchoholic, and he would get his drugs by riding his bike to his drug dealer's apartment. I proceeded to hide his bike in the local mission president's garage so he wouldn't find it so I could help him out with his drug problem.

Then my dream went off on a random tangent about taking pictures of the snow of the house across the street from the mission president's house, and then solving the clues from the pictures to find whose house it was.

After the tangent, I was then back in my house. Kent had found the bike and disappeared, but I was too scared to tell anyone about his drug problem. I walked into the living room then, and discovered that my Dad was so angry that no one was coming down to open presents that he had thrown all the presents away, and was cutting the tops off of the boxes to make cat beds. Jonathan was still in there next to his pile of presents waiting to open them. So I went to find Cherie, and I found her burnt body in bed, and she said she refused to come to Christmas because Dad had beat her up. My mom was still sleeping, and Kristen was a disappointment because she hadn't gone around waking everyone up at 6 am to open presents like she normally does.

This is where the dream ends. I'm pretty sure my subconcious was trying to tell me three things:
1) I was paranoid that Kristen wouldn't wake everyone up Christmas morning, so I would have to go around and wake everyone up who would get mad at me for doing so.
2) I miss Cherie

Burger King: "Fire meets desire"

I think I have discovered the #1 item of this christmas season that will be on every guy's wish list....

BEHOLD: "The scent of seduction, with a hint of flame-broiled meat"

Burger King has introduced a new product called "Flame" -- a "seductive" body scent for men. What are you in the mood for? The interactive flash website http://www.firemeetsdesire.com/ - inspired by the "flame" scent - can show you how "Flame" can bring about your true desires, including waterfalls, a fireplace, and a disturbing image of "the king" dressed up in... well, you have to see it for yourself.

This brings back memories of working at Wendy's for over a year and a half, and coming home from work every night smelling of hamburger B.O. I think it took me about a year after I quit to scrape off all the oil on my face from the fry machine and clean the odor out of every pore on my body.

I just hope this doesn't end up in the kids meals.

Gingerbread dreams

Right now I am imagining myself making the most amazing gingerbread house in the entire world... with gingerbread shingles, christmas trees, shredded wheat rooftops, and such a plethora of candy that hansel and gretel won't be able to resist. Mike and Halla are coming over on Tuesday to make some gingerbread houses with me, but I don't want to wait! I think I will make a tiny one out of graham crackers like I used to in elementary school, except this one will be amazing. I think I only have one packet of crackers so i'm going to have to be really careful. I think I will make something like this:

I am so excited.

EDIT

Here it is!

Well just kidding, this isn't the final product exactly... I wanted to show my progress pics. I started off with a cardboard box that I taped together in the shape of a house, onto some more cardboard. Then I taped together some cones for some trees.

Next came the icing. I realized that this made the graham crackers kind of pointless, but oh wells. It just felt lame making a carboard house covered in frosting. I decided to make it yellow because I was using this little cottage as inspiration:

After I finished decorating, I realized that I had made a spring cottage, that has no christmas appeal at all.

So I decided to dress it up with two christmas trees.
My mom said it looked like a barbie gingerbread house, which made me feel better about it being yellow, pink and green. I loved the finished product, and we took it over to my mom's friend's and gave it to her as a christmas present.


yay for gingerbread houses!

I wish I was a teddy bear!

I had the funniest moment today with my mom and 3-year-old cousin ashlyn. As I sat cleaning up the Barbie mess that Ashlyn and I had created from 6 ours of barbie hair brushing and dressing, I overheard this between my Mom and Ashlyn, who were in the kitchen making sugar cookies together:

Mom (thinking out loud): *sigh* "I wish I was happy"
Ashlyn: "I wish I was a teddy bear."

I laughed for hours. In fact, i'm still laughing. Oh how I love little kids! Ashlyn is the sweetest little thing in the world too. One day when I was babysitting her, we sat on the computer for hours looking at cupcake blogs. Ashlyn would tell me which one was mine, and which one was hers. Then out of the blue she turns to me and says, "I love you!" SO PRECIOUS! I love the innocence of children. They are so full of so much love, and they see past all your flaws. I wish I could be like that. It seems the older I get, the more flaws I see in myself and in others. There are few people with whom I worship the ground they walk on whose flaws I don't even notice, but I wish there were more people in my life I could do that with. I know I'm the only one that can make this happen too.


The main reason I decided to blog today is to vent a little bit. You know, throw a little pity party with ice cream cake and pin the tail on the donkey. Today as I was getting ready to leave for work, I got a phone call and when I saw it was payless I thought, "oh no... not again." And of course, it happened. I was late for the SECOND time this week. I can't even BEGIN to describe how embarassed I am. How did I let this happen? Not just once, but TWICE. This is the first time in recorded history that I have ever been over 5 minutes late for work. I don't even know what happened. Maybe it's because of my old age, i'm starting to forget things. But seriously, I don't even know how it happened.

I'm pretty sure that as a result my manager cut my hours. I only work 16 hours next week... and at minumum wage. That grass just don't pay the bills yo. I don't know what to do. You're all thinking, "just go find another part time job!" YOU go find another part time job. I've looked and looked blah. Yeah, I hate venting posts. I'm no good at these and I always sound complainy and they just end up putting me in a bad mood. Here's a good idea though: My boss said that I could try out this shared labor thing where I work at the other payless stores based on their need when i'm not working at mine. I'll try it out for a week and if it doesn't work out I might just have to resort to subway.