They say that a dream is a series of thoughts, images, or emotions occurring during sleep. Isn’t it odd that our brains are programmed to think of snippets of life (lived or not) and our brain puts these little snippets together to make a dream, or in my case a STORY to share with you?
I’m guessing that if I were to ask my parents if I had a vivid imagination when I was younger, they would sigh and say “you have no idea”. And, me being me, I’m gonna take that as a compliment.
I’m here to tell ya that some of my stories (dreams) are doozies and I wake up laughing at myself thinking “what the heck” and “where did that come from”? My dreams are typically about two things: Cowboy and house remodeling. I can’t help myself. I try to separate the two but it doesn’t always work out during my REM stage of sleep.
Isn’t it odd that I get just as excited dreaming about ways to aggravate Cowboy as I do painting a wall or changing out furniture? He is truly lucky to have me.
When Sweet Girl and Boy Wonder were younger I always stressed the importance of a sharing family and that being kind and giving was the best way to live life. Sometimes my “sharing family” speech would backfire and knock me off kilter but that’s another story.
Let me share with you my latest snippets of thoughts on sharing and this one happens to include Cowboy…duh.
I have a confession. I’m one of those weirdos that enjoys doing laundry. It happens to be relaxing to me. I love the smell of a good bleach cycle and the aroma of using my Diva laundry detergent. It gives me all of the feels. And sometimes it’s even profitable when I do our laundry. How? Well…Cowboy always forgets to empty his change pocket. So I gather up his forgotten change and add to our “change jar”. And boy does it accumulate. There are times when we’ll cash in a couple of hundred dollars.
Cowboy is coming in from working outside as I’m rounding the corner to put the change jar next to my purse.
COWBOY: (Blocking me from opening the door) What are you doing with my change jar?
ME: I’m taking it to the bank. And it’s “our” change jar.
COWBOY: How do you figure?
ME: I add change to it too.
COWBOY: And where do you get the change?
ME: From the laundry.
COWBOY: And who’s jeans does the change come from?:
ME: Yours, but that doesn’t matter.
COWBOY: How so?
ME: (Flipping my hair) Because.
COWBOY: Because why?
ME: (Side stepping him and sticking my tongue out) Because we are a sharing family!
Cowboy looks at me and throws his hands up-
COWBOY: I have lost control of this family.
As I’m driving to the bank, I realize that those little snippets of thoughts that I dream can sometimes work in my favor. Heehee.
’till next time y’all.
Tammy๐
