Catch Up

Get this, I actually had something to do this weekend.  Real plans!  Friday night I got a call from a friend to see if I wanted to go bowling with her and another girl I didn’t know.  I love bowling so of course I was up for it.  You never know how it’s going to be with new people.  Especially when there are only three of you and two of you don’t know each other.  Is someone going to be the third wheel?  Are you going to have enough in common to have a good conversation?  You just never know.  I had no need to speculate because this other girl was totally cool.  Very funny and sarcastic (in a funny not annoying way) and fit right in.  And I kicked their trash all three games.  This really doesn’t say much about my game but just how much their’s sucked.

Saturday I had plans to go to southern Utah and watch a pageant of how the town was founded by the pioneers.  In case you don’t know, people in Utah are pretty serious about their pioneer heritage.  I was a little nervous about this activity because I really only knew one person that was going in the group.  And I must admit that it started kind of rocky for me and I was desperately trying to think of any excuse I could to get out of going and go back home.  We had to divide and take two cars and I ended up in a car with one other person who is definitely not a talker.  Awkward!  I will say the guy I rode with is very nice just extremely shy and it was kind of a challenge to carry on a conversation.  Especially since I’m not usually good with talking to people I don’t know.  But I persisted and though he may have been wanting me to shut up, I continued to pelt him with questions because I didn’t want to ride almost two hours there and back in silence.

Unfortunately the weather was cold and rainy and the pageant was outside on uncomfortable bleachers.  But at the end of the night or rather the next day when I thought about it, I had to laugh.  Taking into account the awkward conversations, the rain, the wind, the semi-bad food, the incredibly cheesy pageant script, it was pretty funny.  And of course this kind of a experience would happen to me my first time out with a new group of people.  But most importantly, I got to meet and hang out with some new people and having new friends is always a good thing.

Sunday I was talking to a friend for quite a while about a situation he was in and he asked me for some advice.  Later that night I was so bothered by the advice I had given I couldn’t fall asleep.  I remember looking at the clock at 12:30 and I must have finally fallen asleep because I woke up at 2:30.  Instantly I remembered the bad advice I gave and couldn’t go back to sleep.  So I got up and started writing out notes on what I should have said to him.  I never did go back to sleep and instead went to work an hour earlier than usual and tried to function on my two hour nap for the day.  Once I got to work I immediately sent him an email with the new advice and for my part, felt much better.  Not that my advice was so vitally important that he was going to follow it, but I still felt like I needed to correct myself.

It turned out to be a day for advice and using me as a sounding board because two other friends I spoke with yesterday had issues and frustrations they were trying to resolve.  I’m glad they trust me enough to confide in me but I also couldn’t help think “you do realize I’m functioning on a two hour night’s sleep right?”  I hope it didn’t show – at least not too much anyway.

Last night there was a church activity that I was not planning on going to.  There’s one every Monday night and I’ve only gone two or three times in the past year.  It’s just not my thing.  I always feel awkward and uncomfortable when I go.  But it was a barbeque so I figured I would go and at least get some free food.  I made some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and was in debate about taking them because the last time I took a dessert there was an entire table full and mine wasn’t really needed.  But I figured they weren’t going to turn it down.  It’s dessert afterall, who’s going to say no to that?  I’m glad I did because someone had brought a package of Chips Ahoy cookies and that was pretty much it.  And you know what?  The activity wasn’t that bad.  Because I had just been with and met a few of them on Saturday at the pageant I didn’t feel uncomfortable being around them last night so I was really glad I went.

That’s my rambling catch up from the past weekend.  Now if I could only catch up on my sleep!

Freddy Krueger, Welcome

I’m one of those people who, aside from my freshman year in college, has always needed my 8 hours of sleep or more.  And I was one of those people that could just will myself to sleep for 10, 12, or more hours at a time if need be.  Those days are becoming a distant memory I’m afraid.  I still require at least 7-8 hours of sleep but no longer can sleep for hours at a time.  Maybe it’s what happens when you get older, I don’t know.  But I do know that for me sleeping is precious time not to be wasted.  So I’m peeved when my time of rest causes anxiety and stress that result in long, grouchy days.

Lately I’ve been dreaming that I’m at work.  And not in some bazare, tripped out version of work but I’m doing my actual day in/day out, run of the mill stuff.  This blows!  The dream seems to last all night and the night seems to last forever so when I wake up I feel like I never left my job.  I’m exhausted in the morning and begin to resent having to go in when I feel like I just spent the night there.  This isn’t the first time I’ve had these crappy work dreams nor is it the first time I’ve had a bad nights sleep because of what I’ve been dreaming.

In high school I ran relays on the track team.  Many a night before a meet I had that “I’m trying to run with everything I’ve got but I’m not moving dream.”  Everything is in slow motion, I can see other teams passing me, my coach is on the side lines yelling, and try as I may I can not reach the finish line.

I once dreamed that I got engaged to a former co-worker.  This was and is the worst dream I’ve ever had in my life.  I remember that I wanted to say no but said yes because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings (??).  My plan was to turn him down later in private (he had asked in a semi-public place) but somehow word got out to the rest of my co-workers and I felt stuck.  And sick.  The dream was so real that I literally woke in a panic until I realized after almost a full minute that I did not have a ring on and that nothing had been real.

I returned home after a year and a half or serving a church mission in Guatemala and a week later dreamed I was asked to serve another mission.  The real one was all fine and dandy but in no way did I want to go again especially after I just got back.  And the real kicker was that instead of going someplace cool like back to Guatemala, I was asked to serve in Little Rock, Arkansas –  only a half hour away from my mom’s house.  What?  No thanks.  But I was stressed in the dream because I felt like I had to accept even though the circumstance was so bazare.

Towards the end of my senior year in college I dreamed I wasn’t eligible for graduation because I was short one credit.  I went into the counselor’s office and went over my credits and pointed out that I had met all the requirements.  She then told me that I had failed my hula class (yes I really took hula one semester.  I went to school in Hawaii) and that was causing me my graduation.  Apparently there was no way to make it up and I went around the campus trying to make appeals to whomever would listen but kept being told that all classes were meant for learning and that if I couldn’t take hula seriously then how would I be able to take life seriously and make a difference in the world?  Yeah, it didn’t make sense in my dream either. 

Why can’t I have a dream where all I do is sleep?   I think someone has a twisted sense of humor…’s probably me.