perfection.

yesterday was an absolutely wonderful day.

we slept until we woke up. at 9am (this is way early for the girl who used to sleep til 1 on weekends, i am getting old).

i made baked french toast for breakfast and we watched some show about average people trying to survive for 45 days in alaska.

then we cleaned out our walk-in closet. while i absolutely despise cleaning (especially on my day off), it really didn't take that long and now our entire house is spotless and organized. that's a good feeling.

lunch was sonic everyday value menu. love it!

we hung out with my friend wil at his starbucks and caught up on life and were inspired to live outside the box.

as it started to sprinkle we went for a hike at radnor lake. it was gorgeous. not too hot, not too wet. we smelled honeysuckle just starting to bloom (my fav), and toyed with the idea of moving to the mountains and being granola again.

we brought an exhausted dog home and got ready to meet up with my friend jaime who was in town for a nursing convention. we ate at jack's bbq and walked around down town dodging cigarette smoke and catching bits and pieces of classic country wafting from the honky tonks.

lovely.

i want...

in no order...
*a fountain coke
*to own a cute little house, with a fenced in yard
*more of my besties here in nash
*my husband to come home early
*babies
*to stay home with my babies
*to like to run
*new spring/summer clothes
*supper to cook and clean itself
*a less stressful life/job
*a fairy to fold and put away laundry
*a puppy who needs to pee less than 300 times a day

dreams

i have always had a very vivid and bizarre dream life. lately, my crazy dreams have been few and far between. mostly, they have been about work and angry customers and not hitting goals etc. however, last night i had one of the strangest dreams i have had in a long time...

mary and i were driving down dawn hill rd in siloam springs, ar on our way to the house my parents owned for the majority of my growing up years (they no longer live there, or in the same town).

i saw some dogs playing near the street and advised mary to be careful as to not hit them. then i realized it was gus and cleo (my parent's dog). we pulled over and got them into the car with us. a mile or so later i saw ryan in his trooper driving in our direction, we stopped and told him we had the dogs and all proceeded on our way to the house.

there was a tree that had fallen over into the road, it was huge--like the giant redwoods or sequoyahs or whatever they're called. so, we drove over it of course. in mary's mercury sable.

once we got to my parents house it was actually a chicken farm (quite normal in arkansas, but my parents are not chicken farmers). and of course my dad needed some help because the chickens had gotten out. i was horrified, because i am scared of all birds. i looked outside and all of the chickens were solid black and creepy like big vultures--except they were chickens.

i awakened suddenly and was scared for a second (the birds were really creepy) and then i started laughing hysterically. what a crazy dream. however, it is nice to wake up laughing.