Dreams and other useless thoughts

I had at least 4 dreams last night.  All of which had to do with men, sex and love.  Interesting huh?  In one dream, I was having the best sex of my life!  Who knew it could be THAT good!  That was the big WOW!...and guess what?  No, I didn't wake up... worse... I was interupted by someone!!!!  And the most aweful part of it was that it was my mother!  Damn her!  I rarely have great dreams like this.  Not only does she interupt my life, but now my dreams?  F*&$#  Don't get me wrong, I love my mother... its just sometimes it gets to be a little too much... even my dreams are telling me that.

I'm very spontaneous.  Yesterday I decided that it was time to strip the bathroom walls of the crappy wall paper, take out the tile that I HATE and rip up the hallway carpet.  I haven't started on this project yet.  Although I did manage to get my ass out of the house yesterday to go to Home Depot where I purchased a beautiful color sandstone flooring for the hallway and a few tools to help me take down the wall paper and dig up the flooring.  Maybe I should start taking my nephew to the hardware stores instead of shoe stores... he really enjoyed it.  Sadly to say, I looked pretty manly in my sweats and baseball hat.  The baseball hat has become my favorite accessory... it's great, I don't have to do anything to my hair... just throw it in a ponytail and go.  Who knew looking like a boy could be so good.  I've even been so lazy as to not put my face on in the morning anymore.  What's happening to me?  I guess I'm becoming a little more comfortable in my own skin.  But I still like to doll it up every now and then.

Last night I started crocheting my scarf.  I'm making it longer than usual.  I decide that I would entertain myself with the computer and crocheting at the same time, all the while listening to music.  I felt like Mary Poppens.  After I finished an entire row on my scarf, I discovered a mistake and had to take the whole damn thing out.  What I discovered?  Multi-tasking is NOT for me.

My little stinker bug is going to be two in a week and a half.  I've already decided on a few bday presents for him.  I remembered this one book that I loved as a child... I think it was entited, Brown Bear.  I know he would love it.  He has almost every toy imaginable, so I don't want to get him other useless crap that he won't play with.  I was thinking of gettting him a tricycle.  I'm also throwing a bday party for him at a local pizza joint.  I'm sure all of our family friends will be there, along with about ten of his "Aunties."

My nephew striking a pose in my stilettos... too bad the camera didn't catch them!

As I finish my morning coffee, I'm thinking all the crap I have to get done... shower, fix my gorgeous hair(I really should take off that hat every now and then), go to the bank, go to the store to buy the things on the 4 lists (yes, you read that right, 4!!!) that my mother wrote out for me, pay a few bills, pick up the kiddo, take dinner and the kiddo over to see mom, come home, water plants out front and back, then possibly start on my home projects.  I want to at least get the carpet riped out and the wallpaper off.  Ready, set, go...