My Weird Dream: Who's Blowing Up My Phone??

I haven't had an installment of "My Weird Dream" in a couple years, so might as well resurrect it.

So last night I was having this dream.  It started off that I was at home (but not my actual home) and my husband and I were fighting.  We were both angry and decided to split up, so I opened a hidden door in the wall that lead to the utility room.  I grabbed my coat and left.  Switch to my kids and my husband are in someone's house with a HUGE living room/den and it is filled with people watching a sporting event.  I came in and the people I recognized were my dad, my kids, my husband (David) and a quasi relative and her family.

The aspects I remember include me trying to convince David to take me back, me following him around hoping my presence will change his mind and this quasi relative/friend and I gossiping.  We were sitting on the floor watching the babies play and somehow I hit my head and right after that she hit her head on the floor even harder.  We looked towards her husband and he looked at her, knowing she just hit her head, and then went back to the conversation he was having with David.  Well her head hit harder than mine, so I tried to care for her head wound while she cried and lamented over the fact her husband didn't care.

So as I was sitting there, I caught an AP post on the TV that said Seth Rogen's mother and brother died (horrible, I know.)  Then my phone starts vibrating and I ignore it.  It just won't stop, so I look and it's my mom calling me.  I'm busy, so I don't answer.  So my phone vibrates again and I look and she has texted me to tell me about Seth Rogen's family tragedy.  I tell my dad about it and we start pondering as to whether we still think Seth will host Saturday Night Live.  He thinks he will because he would think it was unprofessional not to.  I think he won't because he will think family is more important than work.  While we're having this conversation my phone starts vibrating again, but I don't recognize the number.  I go to find my toddler to get him ready to leave and the whole time people keep calling me because my phone is vibrating...

I started to wake up and saw my phone and immediately checked it to see if it was going off even though my phone is never on vibrate.  It wasn't.  I was so confused.  I checked the time and realized it must be my husband's phone.  Normally his alarm goes off to a song, but for some reason he had it on vibrate. 

Mystery of the phone that would not quit going off in my dream is solved.  But boy, did it take me a long time to realize that it was actually happening outside of my dream.

Random, Man... random.

The Great Christmas Debate

So yesterday David and I find ourselves talking about Santa and gift giving.  I don't really like the idea of promoting the idea of Santa because it is not what Christmas is about.  But, I don't want my kids to feel like they aren't normal and not give them gifts, so I have told them that they get gifts because Jesus isn't around to give birthday gifts to, so they get gifts instead.  Yes, it may sound weird, but I just want them to know that Christmas is about the birth of Jesus, not some guy in a red suit giving out presents.

But, my goal to not get them into Santa quickly faded when my daughter was 2 and everyone (including my then in-laws) felt the need to talk about Santa all the time to them around the holidays.  What did you ask Santa for?  Have you been good so Santa can bring you presents?  Blah, blah.  So, I just let everyone else do the Santa talking and I just never mention him.  I don't put "from Santa" on their gifts, they are just there.

So the debate is that David was raised that once the tree was up, gifts would start getting put under the tree from mom and dad and they would stay there until Christmas morning when they would be opened.  However, "Santa" would bring one BIG gift on Christmas Eve night and they would be surprised at what it was in the morning when they woke up.  Then they took turns opening everything.

What my family did was on Christmas Eve, mom and dad gave us a gift from them, then when we woke up Christmas morning, we were excited to see all these presents under the tree that were not there before.  The only things under the tree before Christmas day were gifts from relatives or the siblings to each other.  Then, we took turns opening everything.

So, we have the agreement on taking turns opening things.  But, I like the way my family did it better and he likes the way his family did it better.  There is no right or wrong, but if you know me, you know I like getting my way... which I probably will... but I'd like to hear any suggestions on ways to combine both traditions or what your family might have done differently!

Cars Need Gas and Being Wrong Sucks

So let me preface this by saying since getting my driver's license at the age of 16, I have never run out of gas- EVER.  So, when David is constantly mentioning how we need to get gas, how are we gonna have enough gas to get here, how will we have enough gas to get there, we need gas for the week, blah blah blah gas blah gas blah gas gas gas blah blah blah.  Finally yesterday I flipped out and told him I never wanted to hear the word gas come out of his mouth again.  It's like that's all he ever talks about.  I don't know if he was doused in gasoline and set on fire as a child, but seriously, this dude is obsessed with gas.  (And yes, he thinks flatulence is funny too, ugh!!)

Well, fast forward 24 hours.  I knew the car had been telling me low fuel and I had to take the laundry to the laundromat.  I figured I'd get gas when I went back to put it in the dryer because I live a block away from 2 gas stations and the laundromat.  So, I put the laundry in and head back.  Then I go put it in the dryer and figure I will get gas when I go pick the clothes up.  Well, as chance would have it, David decides to go back with me to get the laundry (I think it's because I told him the chick working there was really pretty).  We go through the bank drive thru on the other end of the parking lot to deposit some cash and I start pulling out of the parking lot and he said something about gas and I said, oops, let's get it after we pick up the clothes.  So we park the car, get the clothes, get back in the car aaaaaaaaand... it won't start.  It blinks low fuel.  He looks at me and I want to die.  I knew, from that second forward that I will NEVER hear the end of it.  I'm wondering if we should just break up now because I don't know if I can live like this.

Luckily, it was only like half a block to the gas station.  It was a breezy and beautiful 75 degrees out.  We walked over, bought a one gallon thingamabobber (cause apparently this gas station doesn't believe in good will towards man.)  Bought the gallon, put it in the car, then went and filled the gas tank.

All I can say is... man, does it totally suck to be wrong... but I guess having it happen once in my life is okay.