Why I Like Him...

It's not a specific him...

It applies to all of the hims there have ever been ...

I was sitting here at work watching my lovely babies test...when I was thinking about why I like (a specific) him...and consequently, why I don't like a couple of different hims.

It's been sort of like speed dating over here.

Several different boys...some I like, some I don't.

They all have 1 thing in common - actually, several things.

1. they love Jesus
2. they are attractive
3. they are smart/successful/driven
4. i can talk easily with them
5. they like me

So ... why do I like some boys and not others...if they all meet the above criteria.

It's sass. I. do. not. want. to. date. someone. I. can. run. all. over.

Maybe it's because when I'm comfortable I have a big personality...and I AM SASSY...and I can be bold and abrasive and bossy and lots of other synonyms to the above words.

In a relationship I crave someone who tells me no...a man who will push back...someone who can be kind, without being a pushover.

I. DON'T. WANT. TO. BE. BOSSY. in a relationship...but I will. I'm an envelope pusher....It's just who I am.

So - boys of the world...STOP BEING A PUSHOVER! I don't care if we just met. BE SASSY! It will only win you points in my book...


Passive Aggressiveness is for wimps.

Dream 3

OH. MY. GOODNESS.

So it's just been a really long week, with lots going on...there have been ZERO nights to lay on the couch and watch t.v. and I've only gotten to climb twice. Not a typical week.

So, maybe it was the exhaustion...maybe it was the glass of wine before bedtime...maybe it was the fact that I'm coming of of a medication. Anyways...last night's dream might beat all.

Blue will represent the dream...I'll change to black for explanations:

My mom, dad, sister, niece and I headed out to the lake for a day of deep see fishing my parents are divorced...and I KNOW you can't deep sea fish at a lake...never mind my niece is 8 weeks old. My dad and I set out to fish while my sister, mom and niece were laying out on the shore. We received a phone call and everyone besides me and my dad headed home because the baby needed some Tylenol.

My dad and I headed back to the shore. My dad left to put the boat up and I took a walk. When I got back, it was dark and I couldn't find my dad. ANYWHERE. I immediately panicked. I looked all over, asked a bunch of people and never found him. I called my mom. After a while I started sobbing. My mom decided to come back to help me find him.

When she arrived, she wasn't my mother...she was Cassie. We started a search of the boat dock and areas around the lake. After a while we decided to go to a pottery painting place.

Once we arrived at the pottery painting place (now it is nighttime), it was no longer my dad who was missing, but Stephen. At the potter place I begin frantically calling Stephen and get the owner of the potter shop involved. Finally, a lady answers Stephen's phone and gives me an address and tells me I can meet her there. I hear Stephen's voice...he is distressed.

The lady who owns the potter shop begins talking to this couple named x and kitten. this is a real couple on climbfind...but I've never met them. So the couple lets me know that Stephen has been climbing for this girl for a while and she is safe.

The lady gives us a time line of Stephen's life climbing with this girl for the past several months.
Cassie had to be at school at 6 the next morning. So we were on a time constraint (it took 6 hours to get home from the lake). The lady calls me back and tells me I need to be there by midnight, but I need to make sure "my friend" can climb down the hill to where she is holding Stephen.

Cassie decides we should call the cops.

The police don't really want to listen. They hear me out, but don't offer to help me...they just tell me not to go.

I'm SOBBING the whole time.

Then...it becomes midnight, and Cassie says WE HAVE TO LEAVE HIM AND GO HOME...Because she has to be at school at 6 a.m.

Then I wake up and realize it's 5 a.m. - Every light in my house is on. My blood pressure is up...my heart is racing...and friends is playing on television.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!

I know the header needs some work

But hopefully you can actually see the blog now instead of the annoying box.

DREAM 2

Okay ... This is a dream from last week...But first you need the backstory.

I dated this guy casually when I lived in Dothan. He was great...but he knows everything...so for privacy sake, we'll refer to him as arrogant (even though he's really not).

We dated for several weeks...maybe even a couple months. I don't remember the details.

What I do remember was WE.NEVER.KISSED.

In retrospect...not a bad thing...at the time I was like "HELLO KISS ME ALREADY."

I like to kiss boys.

The end.

Okay - Back to the dream:

I was teaching school (which is what I do for a living) and my principal decided we need to all take part in a helicopter training program. So we went through this program and it was my time to actually be in charge of the controls. My principal decided it would be a good idea for me to fly my WHOLE CLASS (because whole classes fit in helicopters...didn't you know that).

Anyways...I was super nervous - 1. because it was my first time flying and 2. because there would be 20+ people in the chopper with me.

SO - She says "no worries, you'll have a co-pilot"

I get in the plane to meet my co pilot and I see him. Arrogant. I was glad to see him...because I haven't in over a year...maybe over 2 years. ANYWAYS...it made me WAY more nervous.

So we fly my students around. **And for the record, he wasn't arrogant AT.ALL...but really helpful** (you like how i feel the need to defend him...even though it was A DREAM!...I'm telling you...my dreams are real)

SO - We get down, park the chopper and then go in this closet and make out like crazy.

what. a. dream.

I definitely had to email said boy and tell him about it. He thought it was funny and said "I would have kissed you if I would have known it would prevent you from having crazy dreams."

Geeze Louise!

Happy Dreaming!

DREAM 1

I've got to start documenting my dreams. They are OUT OF CONTROL these days. So...This is the first installment of my dreams. I'm sure I will be updating regularly.

I wish I had started blogging about them when the dreams started. I mean, they have been crazy. It started a few weeks after S and I broke up...but the other day someone suggested to me that the cause could be my new "organic" (it's not really organic) diet. I wonder if he could be right.

ANYWAYS -

Dream 1:

So last night I dreamed I was walking around in someones front yard. I think it belonged to the K's from Dothan, but I could be mistaken. Anyways...all of a sudden this neon orange and white frog started hoping around....I noticed AT ONCE that it was poisonous (it looked like a frog from the IPhone app, Pocket frogs). Anyways...like I said, poisonous. But, I thought:

"No big deal...it's just a frog. . . I'll stay out of it's path"

WRONG.

He began to pursue me. Chasing me ALL.OVER.THE.YARD. which at this point had at least quadrupled in size.

I got bit. I started writhing in pain.

I was lying in front of the door screaming in pain....

and then the dream changed.

I was on the way to a cheer competition with my dad and sister. I was complaining about my foot and Emily was complaining about needing a uniform. SO - We decided to break into the police station. My dad was CERTAIN that it would be okay.

He took MY cheer leading clothes and went in. He came out a few minutes later without my clothes. They had confiscated them because they realized he was breaking in.

And that my friends. Was last night's dream.

It's seriously like I'm living in an alternate universe at night. Stay tuned. I've got some old ones to post, and I'm sure new ones will come.