Saturday hodge podge....

I had a pretty good day at work and while it was 8 hours it didn't feel like it. Sure the end of the day was hectic but I think being a mom has prepared me and I was relaxed there. I've been told about 2 dozen times that I'm blowing them away with how well I'm doing which surprises me because it seems relatively simple.

Next week I meet with one of my design clients and will have my first contract signed for big money. I can't tell you how excited I am and I hope the discussion of money goes over well. *biting nails* It's a huge amount but we are doing a ton of stuff.

We took my kids to TRU's today for my son's gift card that was burning a hole in his pocket and then a new Old Navy opened in my town. A Children's Place is fabled to be opening soon and all I need is a Victoria's secret and I'll never need to treck the 45 minutes to the nearest mall. That would totally rock.

Hubby had dinner made for me when I got home and I think a few drinks might be in order for me tonight. Woo hoo for a day off tomorrow (and drafting....lol)

I hope all my fav blogging buds are having a fan-tab-ulicious weekend!

A horrible horrible nightmare

Last night I had a hard time falling asleep. Earlier that night I had been looking up rental condos for our trip down to Destin Florida and we discussed the trip, hubby and I, as he called his parents. I finally found a way to make sure his parents have accomodations (because they are incapable of doing it themselves, I swear they are inept children) without having to stay in the same condo or house with them. *wipes brow* (Hubby's parents are a long and horrific story and if I start I can't stop and I get more and more upset as I go so I won't go there with you folks, just rest assured that if I had stayed with them a week hubby and I would have both been bald, shaking our heads in disgust and frustration and wanting to commit homicide. But that would only mean we'd be at each other's throats more than usual, not good.)

Since I am the travel agent in the house, among other things, I've been researching places for 6 months and then his brother and girlfriend were going to stay with us and then they weren't. And then his best friend was going to stay with us, and then he wasn't. And then his parents and youngest sister was going to stay with us and then they weren't. Now the best friend is back in and the parents wanted back in and Angel put her hand up and said 'STOP!' That's it. I am telling all you bone-heads what is what and the best friend is staying with us and the in-laws in another condo down the way. *wipe hands together.* Sanity and saving money combined caused me to stop the insanity.

So onto the sleeping nightmare (not to be confused with my living one. LOL) I woke up around 3 am and fell back asleep. This dream woke me at 3:20 am.

Hubby, my two beautiful kids, myself and my mom and dad were on a plane flying somewhere. We had been up for a bit and the plane dipped here and there hitting air pockets I guess, you know the feeling. Well one of the dips turned into a nose dive, the longest nose dive ever, like slow motion. I was hysterical. I'm terrifed to fly as it is and since 9/11 even more so. I can't get the children out of my heads. I tell my husband that my kids only go because I book their flight and if something happened....

Anyway, I could see the back of my son's head and thought 'I need to get to him' and my mom and I went to him. My dad must have been with hubby. The next thing I know my mom and I are on the ground and I am thinking "How did I get out of the plane and how can I get back in and out with my family?" I'm paniced. I'm about to figure it out as I see the plane crash right in front of me. It was vivid in color, sound and carnage. I am hysterical (even as I type this I am in tears.) I remember seeing some faces and thinking "please god, just let me get my kids and husband out. Please god let them be alive and okay" even though there was blood and other gory things around. I woke up at that point.

I was in tears and couldn't breath. I am still carrying the emotions from it and can't shake it. I woke hubby up with my sobbing. He said, "It was just a dream, go back to sleep." I tried. I laid there trying to will myself to change the dream and finally fell asleep but no more dreaming.

I just read a dream interpretor thing that says that a plane crash is related to our careers and the feeling of helplessness in the face of trying to get one on track. Sure, right. My budding renewal of my career causes such a horrific dream.... My belly hurts from internalizing it so much and I have to work tonight. I hope I don't have another dream like that because it sucked big time!

Clean basement & attic makes for a clean mind

Today was the 'finish up' day for the attic project. We moved about 13 rubbermaid containers of holiday items up into the basement (another lifting day for Angel with those but I skipped working out to spare my short body. LOL)

In the basement we moved things out of the future full bath to under the stairs and purged a ton of stuff! We both feel we accomplished a lot. On top of that we visited Costco and Bestbuy. A productive day for us here.

The children are more in tow and that makes mommy Angel happy. A cake is cooling and the evening is winding down. Another weekend with hubby home is done.

Exercise and family

With our MP3's and early morning eyes hubby and I trodded down to the basement while my kids were eating their breakfast. While I walked on the treadmill hubby lifted weights and then we swapped. I went upstairs with the kids to do sit ups and other exercises. With the dog, the cat and my two kids literally almost on top of me I did that. Then my son did sit ups and push ups and told me about a 'fitness test' he had in gym class at school. He said he did 34 sit ups in 60 seconds. At 6. I was impressed and told him so.

My 5 year old daughter begged me to help her do sit ups and I did. She couldn't without help.

But what we have done, in addition to teaching them the importance of a balanced diet that keeping fit is important.

Christmas at 'Red Grandmas'

My mom has been referred to my my kids and my nieces as 'red grandma' because she used to drive a red Nissan Pulsar. She liked the name and has used it since. Hubby calls her Skippy (a named coined by my ex-BIL.)

So here is the holidays at Red Grandmas's (aka Skippy)

Here is my smiling, happy, hubby. *smile*

Here is my new BIL (whom I've known for almost 11 years) with my daughter and hubby in the background.

Here is my family. My dad is in the background putting a puppet on the hutch and my mom is in front of him in the tan. My younger sister is in black, reaching. My older sister is in red with her boyfriend, aka: Jabba, across the table. Okay, he doesn't know we call him Jabba. Again, I hope they don't find my blog. LOL