Chris: The Casket Hunter

We've had a busy couple weeks. Chris has 'started' a new job and they've been waiting on a title change. The truck was purchased at Friendly Chevrolet. Friday- he went all I Spy out in Fort Worth trying to find a truck (with a load) that had been stolen from their company. Friday and Saturday, we also helped out for a funeral service at the church.

...have I ever mentioned Chris talks in his sleep?

He does. Not all the time (that I hear anyways) but often relives his day or week. Sometimes it's random occurrences, others no so much. When he was a detention officer, he'd come home and yell at inmates in his sleep. Another time, I was in a Madonna mood and had been listening to The Immaculate Collection CD quite a bit, which infamously resulted in Chris sitting straight up in bed and saying "strike a pose" before falling back onto his pillow.

I wish I could remember all the things he's ever said and done. I wish I had written them down... but, better late than never, right? So instead of TELLING you... how about I show you?

This is me... asleep, with Moondoggie.

Heh? Wha? What's going on?

He was sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard. So excited...

(It's best to indulge him...)

...now you know why I told you the background up top, eh?

...and a slight pause...

He knocks, with his knuckle on the headboard. SO EXCITED.

Seriously... what  DO you say to that?

...waiting for more...

Nothing? No? Just cool?

Insert sad face and slink down onto his pillow.

Rollover and pout.

...okay, I'll bite... maybe he'll tell me more?

Yeah, we're done here.

Dream a little dream of?

What do you think about before falling asleep? Do you make lists or think of the future? Do you envision a vacation spot, your happy place, or count sheep?

I'm a weird sleeper. I sleep hard and soundly. It usually takes me forever to actually fall asleep and if you wake me up during my 'doze off' period... I'm usually wide awake for hours. Sometimes, it might be a phone call that wakes me or a ding from a text, Chris may be tossing and turning or sleep-talking, the cat might try and lay on my head...

Then there are those weird occurrences...

... when I am in that about-to-fall-asleep time, when your mind settles down and you find that perfect spot, when the pillow is perfectly cool, and the world seems to have quieted...

Images flash through my head. Quick, brief images as if I were clicking swiftly through a viewmaster.

Oh, you're too young to know what that is? Example:

Pretty much the best thing ever. EVER.

See, it began happening about five years ago. (That I remember anyways...) As I am dozing off, a quick glimpse of a "picture" will flash in front of me. Like I was changing channels in my head and happened upon this photo of weird. But they aren't beach-scapes, or cuddly kittens.

They don't bring me comfort or serenity or calmness... but rather evoke feelings that create this face:

I'm sure there is a perfectly sensible explanation for these momentary glimpses... but quite frankly I don't care enough to Google it and have come to embrace this 'nother notch on the odd belt.

PROOF:

The very first one I remember was more of a .GIF in my head. Motion = fancy.

 Imagine the happiest hedgehog in the world. Kind of like this guy.

....and he's rolling around in this stuff. Like, if you could frolic while laying down... this would be the place to do it.

Yes. Marijuana. So you understand now why he is so happy. 

WHY WOULD THAT EVER ENTER MY MIND? Seriously. I get that I'm weird. But what the heck?

And just like that... it's gone. Just a fleeting flash of WTF.

The next one I remember was another .GIF file, in the file backup of Erika's brain. Quick and fleeting, but more of a storyline of sorts, on fast forward. This one must have been the start of a dream, but my subconscious cut it off.

Did you ever see The Birds? It's a movie, for you youngsters, that's about a bunch of birds, taking over... pecking and taking names. It may sound lame, but birds are terrifying and don't you forget it.

So in this snip-it... I've assumed the role of Tippi Hedren and I run up this bird infested porch, like a bad-A... and go check on the old man (whoever he was) - but uh oh, he's gotten his eyes pecked out while in his pajamas. Good morning to you too. Just Googling for an image and seeing him gave me the willies so enjoy this tamer photo of the playground birds.

Ominous.

I've had TONS more through the years, but can't remember them. I'd give anything if I had kept a journal of them. Like a dream journal, but for crazies.

I hadn't had any in quite some time until this week.

Sunday night, in pictures...

 

 

Pretty much the most racist insects ever. (Yes, I know a spider is an arachnid... get over yourself.)

But there was a spider and mosquito hanging out together--- obvious friends (which is so not real life) and they had napsacks on sticks and wore outfits like Bojangles up there with Shirley Temple and I think were whistlin' Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah... and it was an explosion of awesome, offended, confusion.

Monday night? No motion files... just a .JPEG flash of terror.

Picture it. Two juggalos, like:

Definition: Juggalo (feminine Juggalette) is a name given to fans of Insane Clown Posse or any other Psychopathic Records hip hop group. Juggalos have developed their own idioms, slang and characteristics.

 Yeah, creepy enough as is, but let's add some laser demon eyes for the heck of it:

 Welcome to the MS Paint version of my mind. Sleep well.

 It's got me again...

Image courtesy of Hyperbole and a Half

Look! I'm posting! Pat me on the back.

I'm currently sitting in a hotel room in Katy, Texas... the husband is out doing pastor-y stuff for tonight's wedding and I've enjoyed sitting lazily in my pajamas after eating an amazing breakfast in my room.

As you may have seen on Facebook, we celebrated SEVEN years of marriage on Monday and while the intention was to come down a day early this weekend and go to Galveston for a night- things came up and got in the way (such is life) and we decided that perhaps we should wait and come down another weekend.

That didn't stop us however from heading out at 3 am yesterday morning. We've done that a few times, headed out at an obscene hour- and have had the best time! Hardly anyone is on the roads and it's nice to be able to chat and sing along to music, together. Is it smart? Eh, probably not.

It makes you closer as a couple, in those hours of lack of sleep delirium... when one can admit that back in elementary school, the discovery that closing one eye - then closing the other, was mind blowing. (Yeah, it was me.) But come on... don't you remember that too? That magical moment when you discover you can "move" things, with just the closing of your eyes? No? Just me? Those crickets you hear are the same response I got from my husband, but I'll claim it's because he was tired. I've always been easily entertained.

Nonetheless, we decided to have lunch in Galveston and hang out around there for a few hours. Galveston is not the prettiest beach by far. There is nothing special about it at all, but still, it's one of my favorite local destinations. I've gone many, many times growing up and Chris and I have been several times together. We know the area pretty well and enjoyed seeing the new things that have popped up (the Pleasure Pier) since we last were there, pre-Hurricane Ike.

We tried The Spot, as we had never been there and enjoyed some cold beers, a hamburger for me, and a shrimp po-boy for Chris...among lots and lots of feathered friends! Pigeons and crows just circled us and waited on chairs and tables for a small scrap to be thrown. One bird quite brazenly took a waffle fry from Chris's plate! It was a bit windy, but relaxing.

After we finished, full and happy, we decided to go to the drive-on beach down the road. Several other Spring Breakers had the same idea, but we found a spot down the beach, pulled up close to the water, rolled the windows down, leaned the seats back, and took a short nap. (We were exhausted!) What a relaxing cat nap it was! I could listen to the sound of the waves all the time and feel the crisp ocean breeze!

I didn't want to leave!

Some other photos from the past week:

We bought husband a new white shirt, an awesome tie, new pants, and this handsome black suit jacket!  Here he is 'modeling' the complete outfit for me. Dapper!

When you see a hot pink octopus  ring... you buy it. Excuse the I'll forever be a 5 year old painting of my right hand's fingernails.

He seriously wanted to wear this out in public. PUBLIC. 

Aaaaaand, to round off this post, enjoy my Easter Decorations around my casa and the food and set up of March's BUNCO at my house.

That I hosted on Monday, March 4th.

Our Anniversary.

Where I made husband do a lot of the work for me.

And then kicked him out for the night.

...because I'm a horrible wife.