Fanciful Friday....Random Ramblings

This has not been a good week for writing -- between a family tragedy and eye problems, I haven't been on the computer much. I did feel obligated to keep up with my blog and that was a good thing.

As previously noted, I turned 39 this week and began to feel my mortality a little. I gave myself a facial and have promised myself to make more of an effort to take better care of myself. As a SAHM, I have a tendency to get sloppy about my clothes, hair and makeup. No more.

I also realized that poor hubby only got to see me first thing in the morning (in my warm but ugly jammies) and late at night (when I have huge bags under my eyes, my hair has frizzed and most of the makeup is gone). He must wonder what he ever saw in me! So, another promise made was to get dressed, brush hair and apply makeup first thing in the morning. I'm up at 4 a.m., so this shouldn't be a problem.

I have been working on some writing this week, but it isn't flowing like it usually does. I've worked on brainstorming a short story for Womans World, but it's become w-a-a-a-a-y too long, and there's no good way to shorten it, so I've decided it must be meant for somewhere else. Now I just need to think of another plot for WW.

I had weird dreams all night last night.

I dreamed that my brother lied about my niece, and that she was happy, healthy and energetic (the family tragedy alluded to, above, is that my 8 year-old niece lost her battle with cancer).

I dreamed that my dog was chasing kangaroos in the back yard. Now, we have deer, foxes, bears -- even fisher cats. No kangaroos. Bet a dream analyzer would have a field day with that one.

I dreamed that I was in high school (OH NO!) and participating in a beauty pagent. In order to participate, I had to have all of my teachers sign a waiver. It was at that moment I realized that I hadn't ever attended my math class. It wasn't something I'd done on purpose, I'd just forgotten I even had a math class. And then I couldn't remember where it was to get the teacher to sign off on my waiver.

I am so weird.

But I wonder if any of these dreams could be part of a story? Maybe not the kangaroo one...

Am I the only one who has really odd dreams? C'mon, give it up.