A Whole Lot About Nothing Much

Well I think I have finally recovered from the CATEGORY 5 head cold I had last week. I was one pathetic creature with my fever and runny nose and watery eyes and hacking cough. I think I set some sort of world record in tissue usage because I blew (literally) through five boxes of Puffs Plus in four days. Was that an over-share? Sorry.

And because we just haven't had enough of it lately, it snowed here yet again today. What was supposed to be a "light dusting" turned into over three inches at my house. It's also painfully cold out and according to our oh-so-reliable forecasters, it's supposed to be like this for the next few days. The worst part about the weather this year is the constant grey haze. You expect cold and snow when living in Colorado during the winter but usually the sun is out all the time. Hell, it could be ten below outside and the sun will be blazing down. But no, not this winter. This winter reminds me of my college days back in Omaha where the winter funk rolls in sometime in November and doesn't leave until April. One of the many reasons I love living in Denver is all of the sunshine. All of this dark and cold weather just makes me want to do nothing but sleep and eat. I'm going to turn into Rip Van Fatass if spring doesn't show up soon.

Speaking of all the sleep I've been loving lately....I've been having some odd dreams again. Ok, so I'm going to share this with you guys because it's just too funny not to share. I had a dream the other night that a guy I work with came over to my house for dinner. Right after we finished our salads he stood up and started to undress. I freaked out and asked him what he was doing and he smiled and told me he thought that I wanted him to take off his clothes. Anyway, he took off his shirt and pants and stood there wearing nothing but a...wait for it...black leather diaper. And then he asked me if I wanted to make out. I remember the dream the next morning while driving to the office and I almost drove off the road. My reasons for freaking right the fuck out are threefold: 1) The thought of this man in ANY state of undress makes me want to poke my eyes out of my head and throw them far, far away, 2) a black leather diaper? For the love of everything that is holy, what is wrong with me??? and 3) Nevermind, I only have two reasons. I think those two are more than enough, don't you?

If you guys stop reading this blog after that revelation, I totally understand. We had some good times together and it was fun but now that you've discovered I'm a filthy dream whore, I wouldn't blame you for never coming back.

You still here?

Well for you brave souls who stuck with me through the hard times I have more to share. I know, the mind REELS that there could be more. But I promise, it's nothing like the BLDD (Black Leather Diaper Dream).

In other, less terrifying news, I have recently started to learn Spanish. Thanks to iTunes, I'm now taking Spanish with Mark and Kara from Coffee Break Spanish. It's Castillian Spanish as taught by two Scottish people. Mark is the instructor and Kara is a student. It's comical to hear two Scots speak Spanish. At least I think they're Scottish...go check it out and decide for yourself. Anywho, I was at the gym the other morning listening to my Spanish lesson for the day and I caught myself repeating the phrases while on the Eliptical. I'm pretty sure I'm the coolest girl at my gym. But I'm pretty excited about having a tiny bit of conversational Spanish under my belt.

So let's see, what else? Oh, well Mr. Normal and I are still attempting the friendship. We talk maybe once a week and have only seen eachother a handful of times in the last few months so I think that helps us both not fall into old patterns. We had dinner a couple of weeks ago at the same restaurant where we met up for drinks over a year ago. We were laughing about that night and then talked about how much had happened since then. Unfortunately, later in the evening the conversation took a serious turn and we ended up rehashing a few things. Everything was fine by the time he walked me to my car but it made me a little sad that the night had to get tense. I still have my doubts about our ability to sustain an actual friendship. For whatever reason though, I haven't given up on it either. We'll see...

And finally, there's this. I live down the street from a fire station which means that I sometimes wake to the sound of the truck roaring by with the sirens wailing. Let me rephrase that - I actually sleep through the sirens but I do wake to the sounds of Barley howling in his sleep. Yes, my sweet, sweet dog will sit up in his bed and howl like a damn wolf. The best part? He doesn't even open his eyes. He will howl for a minute or two - usually just long enoug to wake me - and then curl up again. If I say something to him when he does it he sort of jolts awake and then looks at me like I'm rude for waking him up. He did it again the other night and I think I might have threatened to turn him into a Barley-skin rug if he didn't shut his stupid pie-hole. Who's pet owner of the year?

And on that note, I'm off to bed. Let's all pray that the night is without dreams of diaper-clad co-workers and howling brown dogs.