Random

I’ve been sick and very tired lately so I haven’t had the ability to cobble together a coherent post. I probably should be saving my blogging energy for NaBloPoMo anyway, since I’ll need to come up with coherent posts every day for the entire month of November. Maybe I should start writing down ideas for that.

Yesterday I discovered (or she decided yesterday, not sure which) that Bridget is terrified of the vacuum. This could be a good thing, really. How can I be expected to vacuum when it sends my little Bridgie Bear into fits of crying and screaming?  Both the screaming and crying would be tolerable since the noise of the vacuum drowns them, were it not for the face she makes. The face which we call the Puppy Face, because to us it looks like the face she might make if someone killed her puppy. It’s the face she makes when she gets shots, in that pause between the time the needle goes in and the time she can work up the scream.  I tried everything I could to reassure her that the vacuum is not scary but finally after about four tries, I had to just let her cry while I vacuumed. My allergies demanded it.  She eventually worked through it. Damn!

Running has been derailed for a bit, as both Karin and I have had allergy/sinus crap. We were set to go on Sunday morning, and I woke up feeling like hammered dog poop, when she called to say she felt horrible and couldn’t go. I was never so happy to receive a phone call at 6:30 a.m. in my life and promptly went back to bed. We are going to try to get back on track tomorrow. No pun intended.

Last night I had the craziest damn dream. I dreamed I was pregnant with a boy. That is funny for many reasons.  The chances of me being pregnant again are slim to none. We are settling our minds around only having one child and surprisingly, I am ok with that.   Plus, y’all know I didn’t want to know the gender when I was pregnant with Bridget and I probably wouldn’t if I got pregnant again. Although honestly this time I might just because I am a planner and I would want to know if I needed to buy all new stuff or if I could use what I have (and stop giving it away). But then the dream got weirder. Or it could have been a whole new dream, it’s hard to say. I dreamed that I was walking around some event, probably NASCAR related (!) with Dale Earnhardt Jr. I know, I know. It’s crazy. I don’t even follow NASCAR.  I do think Jr. is hot. He’d be hotter if he didn’t talk but still, I find him very pleasing to the eye. The weirdest thing was we were at a NASCAR event and we were not being mobbed by fans. And I wasn’t hooking up with Jr, just walking around having a friendly chat with him.  I don’t understand but whatever. Oh I think my parents were there too and I vaguely remember something about losing my purse.

And my last random tidbit is that I made another Applesauce Spice cake, only this time I made it in a 9×13 pyrex pan because when I made it as a bundt cake last time, it broke. This turned out just as well, but I can’t remember how long I ended up baking it, unfortunately. I know I started checking it at about 28 minutes going by the baking instructions on the back of the cake mix box. Maybe I baked it for a total of 40 minutes? Sorry, I’ll have to bake another and note the time. Also I want to try it again with unsweetened applesauce, as I think the cake is still a bit too sweet. I iced it this time with cream cheese frosting (sort of like a carrot cake) but I thought it was way over the top  with the sweetness. I still  contend it’s better plain or with powdered sugar dusted over the top. I’ll keep you posted.

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