So the truth is I feel like my life just isn't that interesting these days. I have been consumed by student teaching. CONSUMED! And while I am enjoying a love/hate relationship with it, I'm just not sure I feel comfortable talking about it on my blog being that I'm working with minors and all. So I may occasionally share the stupid things that I do, 'cause let's be honest, it'll happen, but I won't talk much about the kids.
I have, however, had some interesting dreams that I would like you to interpret for me.
Here's dream #1:
I'm getting the mail down at the end of the driveway of my house in Michigan. A nice looking woman pulls up and asks me directions back to town. I explain it to her and she asks if I'll ride with her part of the way. I see a child in the backseat and she smiles real nice, so I figure why not? I hop into the car and quickly realize she is actually kidnapping me so she can breed lice in my hair. I narrowly escape with my life and my scalp intact.
I am at the Olympics in the water cube. The U.S. is missing a competitor for an event so I volunteer and get put on the docket. The event? One lap in the pool using the stroke of your choice. The really unique thing about this race is that everyone is in the same lane and the pool is filled with chocolate instead of water. I got third.
Am I crazy? Normal? Imbalanced? Harboring secret desires? I just don't know.
And my final thought for you is not a dream but an actual conversation with my love.
Me: Hey babe? Where's that dusting rag I like to use?
My Love: I don't know... Just use one of those washcloths.
Me: Ew! No! I wash my face with those!
My Love: ....
Me: Tyson...? What else do you use those washcloths for?
My Love: Um, you know, cleaning stuff. Like the bathtub... and maybe the toilet...