Are we really talking about moving again? Do we need our heads examined? Maybe, yes. We have always both dreamed of moving to Colorado, though. Well, ok, me - always, Mark - since I took him there in 1994. But just the same, we both have the dream to move there. I am the type of person that wants to move to a city/town/area that has family members in it. I am all for getting out there in the world, seeing new places, but - when you’re talking about living situations, family has to be nearby! So we had started discussing Pueblo a couple of years ago, because, my brother lives there. (Hi Dave!) He has a very sweet and gorgeous wife and the prettiest, sweetest, most adorable daughters ever! Their names are Alexi and Amanda - now doesn’t that sound so cute??? Believe me, they are! I, for one, enjoyed being in Pueblo. I liked the relaxed, casual atmosphere of the place. Mark and David, both, though, would do much better in their respective businesses in Colorado Springs. So we’ve been looking into Springs. Mark has called and had information sent out to him and has been looking into some things. He was just telling me yesterday that life out there is more expensive than we are used to. He said that the real estate market would be quite different from Small Town, Alabama and probably even more than we were used to in Dallas, Texas. He also told me that they tax retirement income in Colorado and they don’t do that here in Alabama. So there are a lot of things to think about, like moving the kids again. We are in the middle of squeezing through that oh-so-fun-and-lovely door of puberty. We have one who’s pushed all the way through, one who’s got his hand on the door, and another who’s just about to touch the door. Tenuous times, indeed. Adding another cross-country move on top of that? Hmm….

Not to mention just the cost of moving, itself. I don’t know, it may very well happen - as the dream is so strong in both of us, but, I’m not sure it will be right away. I could be wrong - we could be heading out next month. You just never know.

I’ve been meaning to post this for a while now, and just keep not getting to it. My blogging buddy, Colleen, posted a crazy dream she had, and she wanted others to participate and post their crazy dreams, as well. And well, I love this dream and I love telling people about this dream - so it basically gave me permission to tell the story one more time! (Without my kids saying, “We know, Mom, you told us that before!” HA!) So - even though, I’m incredibly late on it, do you think I’m going to pass up this opportunity? No way!

Ok, so those of you who do watch/have watched/did watch Sesame Street - you know who Snuffalupagus is, right?
Yep! He’s the one! Isn’t he a cutie? I just love Snuffy! Ok, well, anyway - in my dream, they were writing him out of the show. Only there was no one to take him and nowhere for him to go, so they were just going to have him put to sleep!

AHHH!! Poor Snuffy!!! So a friend and I set out to set him free. He was in his little fence, right outside the front steps of Gloria’s apartment. (I know, I know, he’s supposed to be in the courtyard - dreams are crazy like that!) And I climbed up on the top of the fence and we were working out how to get the gate opened up. We finally figured it out, and opened the gate, and called Snuffy out with us. We were just running off down the street …. when the dream ended.

But - I saved Snuffalupagus! I’m a HERO! Yea me!!!

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You know that recurring dream I have? That I’m back in Dallas - preparing to move out here to Alabama?

Well, good gawd - if I didn’t have it TWICE last night!!! Two different variations - but, still the same thing - preparing to leave, feeling so sad, ugh, ugh, ugh….

It’s like I need grief counseling or something!! Crazy - totally crazy!

There is only one other recurring dream that I’ve ever had, and if it stands as a measure, oh me, oh my! I am going to be stuck with the ‘moving to Alabama’ dream for a loooooong time!

My other one is that I am back working at the private tennis club where I used to work. I haven’t worked there since, about…uh…I think - 1991 - yeah, that’s it. 1991 - and I am STILL dreaming about working there.

This could be a long show….

Me and my dreams, I tell you! Gah!

Well, I guess, at least they keep me occupied!

I did something I’ve never done before, though - I got up in the morning and cried my eyes out for ten minutes! Or more!

I had to go in the garage so that I didn’t wake up the kids, I was crying so much.

And it is all related to missing Dallas, or - more like - the people in Dallas that I’ve left behind.

Ok, so in the dream hubby and MIL and I had to go to Texas, but, it was for work. We were in a truck and we were pulling a trailer with stuff on it or a tractor or something like that - that part is kind of fuzzy. And the two of them were not going to let me see my family while we were there. Ugh. We were going to go to Plano, TX - do the business, whatever the hell it was - picking up equipment, tools, or dropping some off or something - and then we were going to turn right around and come back, not even staying the night. And no, I couldn’t see my family.

Well, that’s a fine how do ya do!

So we get to Plano, and all of the sudden the road turns into a creek or a stream or something and, of course, the trailer/tractor doohickey is stuck. And as with any road trip vehicle difficulties, what followed was some waiting around time to get everything fixed and get us back on the road.

We were inside somewhere - it wasn’t anyone’s house, but, it wasn’t a business - ?? - and I am on a ladder, inside the building. Just goofing off, not working or anything. (Now that’ll surprise my family and friends!) And next thing ya know…

In walks my sweet Momma!!!! Someone, not hubby or MIL, I might add, knew how badly I wanted to see her, and so they called her and told her to hurry over while we were stuck there.

I climbed down off of that ladder and we were talking, laughing, and hugging - when my alarm went off.

I got up out of bed and went to the kitchen to turn off the alarm (only safe place for it, otherwise I’d never get up!) and promptly started boohooing!

Ugh.

Ok, so the other night I had this really strange dream - who knows what it could possibly mean!!

I was mostly a spectator - but, there were these women coming in and they needed to show this person (man, woman, I don’t know) their knockers. So they would open their robe, show the knockers, then close the robe and leave the room.

Ok then. Whatever.

But that’s not even the weird part yet.

There was this one woman and she had with her two of her kids. Two boys. One was two months old and one was two years old. When asked to show her knockers, she lifts one of the voluptuous knockers up in her hand - and there was a face on it! On her knocker - like her knocker was a little human head hanging off of her body!!! Oh my!

And it looked just like her sons, and she said that her two year old was jealous of it.

And then I saw the mouth move on the ‘knocker-head’ and the woman says, “Yeah, the mouth even moves, and that really upsets him.” (referring to the two year old)

Ok, then - who wants to dissect that weirdo dream?!

LOL!!

I am so tired of dreaming that I am moving to Alabama! Dammit!

That happened over six months ago - it’s done, we did it - over! We’re here!

Now please let me quit re-living it one hundred different ways!

I dream that we are moving here at least a few times a week! I wake up exhausted, emotionally spent, and sad, missing Dallas again!

Sometimes I dream that it’s the day we’re leaving and we’re all together, crying!

Sometimes I dream that it is our last holiday/birthday gathering - as last Christmas was kind of sad, knowing we wouldn’t be there this year. And also, we left on July 1st - and in May, we had my birthday, my brother’s birthday, and Mother’s Day. So those were kind of sad, too.

My mom did decorate the ENTIRE house for our birthdays, though!! We always have our party together…and Momma did more decorations than ever - she even decorated the back yard!! And we turned 36 and 40! It was really great, though! Made the sweet a lot stronger than the bitter.

So anyway, back to the dreams - sometimes I dream it’s one of those family gatherings…

This last rendition of the dream did have an interesting twist at the end. See, when we got here, to Alabama, we had to stay at my MIL’s house for a few weeks because of plumbing issues with the house. So in the dream, we also couldn’t move into the house for a while - but, instead of the MIL’s house - we were moved into this ‘apartment’, and I use that term VERY loosely!!

This ‘apartment’ was the freakin’ BOMB!! Unbelievable! It was so cool, that Sammie hadn’t even noticed that her bedroom was kind of small. The kids were running through the place like excited monkeys!

It had three sets of stairs - inside the house! The kitchen was amazing! It not only had an island, but, also had a breakfast bar - and they were both so big, that they both had barstools at them!

And of course, you have to have those little weird things in your dreams. The cooktop was on top of the dishwasher instead of the oven. Odd little detail.

Anyway, it was really cool and we were all so excited. So that kind of made having to have the dream a little more bearable.