Dreams

Some people have wonderful dreams...

Sometimes of loved ones...

Sometimes of wealth...

Sometimes of romance...

So, of all the delightful possibilities in one's subconscious, what did I dream up last night?

That I had a colonoscopy.

My brother and I went to our grandparents' house yesterday.  While we were there, my dad called to ask my grandpa a question--Dad wants to get rid of a tree stump, so he was wondering if Grandpa could send an ax or a chainsaw with us when we left. 

Michael and I didn't know anything about this.  Let's just say I was very confused and concerned when my grandma brought the phone to Grandpa saying, "It's [my dad].  He wants to know if Bethany and Michael are still here and if you have a hatchet."

Today was my last day of work at the busiest building, oh darn.  (I still have four shifts left at the other building.)  The three campus nurses and their assistant found out about this, sent the assistant on an "errand", and surprised me with a card and balloon after lunch.  I was very touched... it was very nice of them.

For the first time in my life...

...I have air conditioning in my bedroom. 

Been feeling under the weather yesterday and today.  A bit of food poisoning, probably. 

I watched "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" for the first time on Friday.  Because the movie is so complicated (and because I was dozing off from being so tired), I really wanted to watch it again.  As luck would have it, on Sunday I saw an ad for Circuit City--the movie was on sale for $4.  So I bought it and watched it again tonight and I really liked it.  It was a great story, and I liked its complexity.

I had a bizarre dream Saturday night that my brother and two friends were robbing our house.  My parents were gone, so I was FLIPPING OUT at him.  "Furious" doesn't adequately describe my level of rage.  I remember that my voice hurt in my dream from screaming at him.  I called 911 and was about to call Greta when I woke up crying.  Wow.  (If you're curious, this is what it meant: I've been mad at him for not helping out around the house.  I hate that he doesn't clean up his stuff.  Right before I woke up, I remember yelling, "You can't do this anymore!  You can't do this when you're in college!"  So that's what my subconscious was acting out.  I'm actually proud of myself for deciphering this dream; normally my dreams are too senseless to attribute meaning.)

nametags and condoms

I've told you before that I occasionally deal with obnoxious people at work.  This afternoon, some guy (a visitor) actually told me that I was peeling the backs off of the sticky visitor nametags incorrectly.  He then showed me the method that he prefers.  Good God.

My brother was participating in a college program near Philly for the past two weeks.  The group was going out for dinner in Philly last night, but they had some free time before the reservation to walk around.  My brother walked around with some guys who promptly entered the store "Condom Kingdom."  My brother waited outside and called my mom, who promptly freaked out because my brother was all by himself on a Philadelphia street.  My mom told my dad and I all about this on the way to church this morning:

Mom: "... so these guys went into 'Condom Alley', but Michael--"

I cheerfully interjected, "You mean 'Condom Kingdom'?" 

Mom: "Yeah, that's it.  Anyway, Michael waited outside..."

I just sat in the back of the car smiling... wait for it... wait for it...

Dad, to me: "Wait a minute, how do YOU know what it's called?!"

Evidently, my mom told several people at church, including the minister's wife, about Michael waiting all alone on a dangerous Philadelphia sidewalk outside Condom Kingdom. 

Mom: "And [the minister's wife] said, 'Well, I think he should have gone in with those guys, for protection!"

Me: "Mom, I think that's the purpose of the store."

Things are getting a little chaotic at work.  Thankfully, by the time it hits the fan, I should be long gone. 

Something happened Sunday morning that I found rather funny.  A resident called me at the desk, very upset: "There is a small animal, outside our apartment, eating another small animal.  Could you have somebody come and make it stop?"  I listened to all this with a straight face and then used the two-way radio to explain the situation to maintenance.  A second later the nurse (who heard it on the radio) called me on the phone, and we laughed about it.  The resident's husband then called, again saying how upset they were by the sight of this dead animal.  Maintenance was super-busy with the aforementioned chaos, so the end result was that the nurse volunteered to go remove the dead rabbit.

My mom's 50th birthday was on Sunday.  She picked up her free cake from work today, on which she had had written "50 Never Looked Better."  When she got home, I ever-so-angelically said, "Mom, I saw your cake.  They spelled '60' wrong." 

And my dad--yes, my dad--has joined my Gilmore Girls obsession.  We usually watch at least three DVD episodes a day after he gets home from work.  (One day we watched five--Greta watched seven, though, so we're not losers.)  (The other night he asked me if I wanted to watch another episode.  It was 10:30, so I said no.)

I asked him why he likes the show so much... I mean, it's a great, well-written show, but it's unusual to see my dad this into tv.  He replied, "It reminds me of David Copperfield."  I was confused, so I asked him to elaborate.  "There are all the well-developed background characters."  It was only now that I realized he was talking about the novel, not the magician, so at this point it began to make sense.  Both have their quirky supporting casts.

There is a store in the mall that has really nice, but very expensive clothes.  Yesterday they had a sale.  A tremendous, wonderful sale.  I bought two pairs of dress pants, a shirt, and a blazer.  If I had paid full price, it would have been over $190 instead of the $42 I ended up paying.    (And did I mention the blazer's reversible???)

Have a great weekend!