1) When I went to the dentist the other morning, the dental assistant that was scheduled to do my cleaning was running a bit late. I guess I look like someone who'll start eating the dental floss if left to my own devices, so they turned on the television for me while I waited for her to get there. It just so happened that the station was turned to HGTV, and they were showing one of those awful real estate shows. This one was about people who wanted to buy homes on the coast. Not vacation homes, but primary homes that were on the beach. Great! We all know that one day I want one of those, so I figured that if I was going to get stuck watching one of these damned reality shows, this one might be OK. It was not OK.
Let me begin by saying that I've never had to shop for real estate myself, so I don't know first hand what it's like. I have been told that it can be a stressful, sometimes tense, activity. You have to be picky because it's a huge, important investment, and there are probably going to be points wherein you and your significant other are not going to agree somewhat vehemently. Why would you want to put something like that on television? There is no way that you are going to come out of it looking good. Probably a lot of it is editing, but agood bit of it was not. Oh, dear Lord, and they also tried to be funny. It was cringeworthy.
These people obviously had the means to buy very nice houses, but their arguments about things that were wrong with the ones they were being shown were ridiculous. I get it, they want what they want and there isn't really anything wrong with that, but they just sounded so silly. Rich people whining that the walk to the beach from their back door is just a bit too long is not a thing that I want to hear. I know it's dumb that these people aggravated me so badly. I recognize that. I just...I don't usually use the word privilege very often, but these folks didn't seem to recognize just how good they had it, and their fussing and complaining about these dumb things on freaking television in front of God and everyone just bothered me. Also, the real estate agent kept taking these people to houses that were way out of their budget. Why would she do that? If you have a budget, and you tell them that, why would they show you a house you can't afford? I got stressed out just thinking about it and wound up talking to the TV like the people could hear me. I'm sure the other patients were just loving that.
I think I'm just annoyed way to easily! :)
2) I had a terrible dream the other night, and I couldn't escape from it! I won't go into much detail, because I really don't remember a lot of it, but when the dream started, I remember thinking "Oh, no! Not the intruder dream again!"
For the record, I don't remember having a dream like this before, so that was kind of odd. However, sure enough, it was a dream that someone had gotten into my house and was trying to hurt me. It was one of those dreams where I couldn't get away from the man, no matter how hard I tried. He was supernatural in some way, so no matter what I did, I couldn't stop him. Then I either kind of woke up, or was dreaming that I was waking up, because the next thing I knew I was lying in my bed with the remote control to the light in my hand, trying desperately to turn the light on. It wouldn't work. I couldn't get the light on no matter how hard I tried. Then I slipped right back into the dream and at that point I was fighting the intruder off. I wasn't alone, although I don't remember who was with me, and we all had weapons. I finally got a clear shot and stabbed him in the chest with whatever it was I was holding. He didn't die. He just kept coming! It was so scary. I finally, finally, woke up, but was in crazy town for a few minutes. I was convinced that the intruder was actually in the house and I knew I couldn't sleep anymore until I found out for sure. I got up and went to the living room (no intruder, of course) but Steve had forgotten to set the alarm which freaked me out all over again. I set it and wound up falling asleep sitting up in my chair. That dream was not at all fun.
Although, on a lighter note, the intruder who was scaring me so badly was Tom Cruise. I'm sure IRL, he's a lovely man, but in my dreams he was a scary mothershutyourmouth.
3) I thought something was terribly wrong with me last week. I'd go to bed, sleep all night as far as I know - except that night with my Tom Cruise dream, and wake up with these horrible black, puffy circles under my eyes. It looked very much like I had black eyes, although I had not engaged in any fisticuffs that I remembered. I actually started to get scared something was really wrong. My skin is so pale that any spot or bruise is very obvious, so I started looking up what could cause something like that to happen. As I said, I was sleeping all through the night, and although I was tired during the day, it still didn't explain why I looked so sick. I even went through some trouble to find and buy special make up to neutralize the color under my eyes. I have a checkup with my doctor this week, and I was gearing up to tell him that something HAD to be wrong with me when I finally figured it out.
Three Words: Cheap. Ass. Eyeliner.
I wear dark eyeliner, and it doesn't always all come off when I wash my face. I had gotten a sample of some black eyeliner and I'd been using it. Apparently it was running down under my eyes at night and staining the skin. Instead of looking like makeup, it faded just enough to look like bruises, and the stain wasn't rubbing off when I rubbed my face. I feel like such an idiot.
Silver lining, though, at least I figured it out before my doctor did a bunch of blood tests on me! Go Me! :)
4) My mom told me something that my dad used to say, but it doesn't sound like him at all. Has anyone ever heard the term "Pee like a tied coon?" Apparently it means you pee a lot. I don't know. I know it's crass, but it tickles me! I like finding out bits of info like that. It makes my parents seem more like real people, rather than just parents.