Just another manic Monday, I guess. Whatever that means. Life continues to run in the same vein. Good things always happen, though. Jeremie got married on Friday, which was pretty fabulous. I was so glad I got to be there in Bountiful for the wedding. Both he and Sabra were just brimming over with glee, at least as far as I could tell. So hooray for weddings and happy times! Because I was already up north of Salt Lake, I gave my sis a call to see if I could visit her once the pictures at the temple were over. Fortunately, she said yes to a visit, so I headed up to Clinton around lunchtime. We and the two youngest kids went to McDonald's for lunch and they played around a bit. Ali attempted to use her baby blues to get out of eating the rest of her lunch so she could go play, so naturally I needed to avert my eyes. It's too easy to say yes to my adorable nieces and nephews. I stuck around for a couple hours longer and saw the other kids, and Kelly was astonished by the amount of calls and visits and extra errands she had while I was around. She kept insisting her life wasn't that "crazy", so I clearly chose a wonderful time to visit. But I am determined to visit more. I was really glad I went there. Friday was definitely a good day.
Time to wax philosophical:
Okay, so dreams are funny things. A couple weeks ago, I had a dream about a friend of mine from high school, Chip. Interesting character for a dream, considering I haven't seen or been in contact with him since graduating over seven years ago. Which begs the question: why? I'm not one to try and interpret dreams, especially after having the dream where I was dead and the entire dream was comprised of my friends' and family's reaction to hearing that I was dead. Clearly, three years later, I am still alive. (thank goodness.) However, it is kind of weird that this random old friend popped into my subconscious. The last time I had a dream about a guy I hadn't seen in years, I saw him in person just a few months later (i was 15). Coincidence? Most likely. But funny, nonetheless. So, if in the next few months, I report that I have somehow been in contact with Chip, we can all be assured that my dreams about random old friends are actually prophetic. But don't hold your breath.
Speaking of guys, isn't it amazing how a change of clothing changes our perception of them? It's the classic nerd-in-a-tux-is-suddenly-a-stud phenomenon. Put a guy you originally thought of as dim-witted in a suit, and bam! He's not too shabby. I was flipping through channels one night last week and stopped on a particular channel because I recognized this guy who was playing a lawyer. And I just thought to myself, "Woah, Roy in a suit?!?!?" I don't know the actor's actual name, but it was Roy from The Office. And considering most people know how I feel about Jim, they would know that I never rooted for Roy. Come on, who would root for a guy who says things like, "Your art . . . was the prettiest art . . . of all the art"? But man, there he was in a suit, and I couldn't get over the fact that I suddenly thought he was totally cute! Probably superficial of me to think so, but I can handle that.
And now that I've totally exposed myself to ridicule (believe me, I'm laughing plenty at myself), I believe I shall close. Besides, I'm tired out from oinking at family home evening tonight. (another story for another time.)
"If you look good and dress well, you don't need a purpose in life." -Robert Pante