Al menos no son humedos...

Sincerely, there hasn't been much going on in my "neck of the woods" (quoting good 'ol Al Roker) so I guess I have had more time than usual... meaning -a whole freaking lot- to ponder...
I tried thinking about important things, my future, my son, what to eat... ok, ok wrong category... getting my priorities straight was one of the things I should have put some thought towards... Let's see... I had a couple dreams! I don't know if they were classified bad dreams or nightmares because they went a little something like this...

Dream ONE

I was smiling, happy, giggling, standing at a podium reading a list... apparently I was like at some awards show... (the networks are driving me nuts!) so, I am reading this list and the heading was "MY FAVORITE CELEBRITIES". I was putting on my best fancy voice and was naming a bunch of people... "Drew Barrymore, Angelina Jolie, Gwen Stefani, etc.." it was a long list so it took me a while, all the meanwhile I was trying to make the audience laugh and when I was done reading the list I said "If I missed anyone, oh well, just shoot me" and sure enough somebody had to stand up out of the crowd and SHOOT ME!
My dreams are awkward. But this next one is even dumber.

Dream TWO

I was in San Carlos at my parent's house when Clay Aiken, the fugly dude from American Idol gave me a goose. I was excited and ran to show it to my husband. On the way I noticed that Coldplay was playing in the neighbor's yard. I was walking to somebody's house but I didn't know whose. I walked in the yard and my husband had a blond girl on his lap, a very hot, attractive girl, that I know I have seen somewhere but can't pinpoint from where. She starts running and a fence appears out of nowhere and she begins to climb it, I reach and pull her bathing suit off and start yelling at her like crazy and going crazy because I can't find the goose. This is when I wake up reaaaally angry, wanting to punch my husband in the face, how dare he do that to me in MY dreams???

Ok, so in the first dream I am dead after a wonderful evening at an awards show... bad dream or nightmare?

In the second dream, some really ugly guy gives me a strange animal and my husband cheats on me, but hey Coldplay was in the background playing the whole time!!! I say this was just a whatever dream... I am always angry at my hubby anyway so, it's not like nothing new.

Question... why the hell do I dream with famous people sooo much? Was I destined to be a star? To be one of the chosen ones? or is it straight out that I read gossip magazines too much and watch Entertainment Tonight before bed.... I think the latter.

Well, if my dreams bored you, here is a little taste of Napoleon Dynamite's skills... he's flippin awesome... his movements make my toes curl... WOOHOO...