Chick with Sticks

I’m considering deleting this blog, unless you can talk me out of it. Or I will at least stop blogging as often. Lately it seems I will force myself to write something because I feel obligated to do so. It might just be a slump that will pass, or it might not. We’ll see.

Recent happenings, in bullet points:

• Jody was in his first car accident ever this past Sunday. Actually, it was the first that he has had to report. In past accidents he has been able to make arrangements without having the cops or insurance companies called. But this time he hit a rental car, in a parking lot. And, even though the other guy could have easily stopped to avoid the accident, he didn’t and technically it is Jody’s fault. And yes, we’re OK, again it was in a parking lot – we were backing out of a parking space and the other guy was pulling into the parking lot, so everyone was going really slow.
• I had to have two ultrasounds today! The non-pregnant kind, of course. One on my abdomen, and the other was…ahem, internal. And nothing was found, thankfully. But it was kind of weird because the technician was someone that I went to high school with. We weren’t really friends but I knew who she was, and I assume vice versa, and it’s just odd to have someone you kind of know poking around inside of you. Fun fact: Apparently my gall bladder is hard to find.
• In a psychology class in college I was taught that dreams consists of random thoughts that have gone through your mind recently. Your brain, in an attempt to put the thoughts together in a way that makes sense, will create a story out of all of the pieces, and we call this a dream.
  Well, yesterday I placed an order for Pampered Chef (cooking products), I spoke with my mom about the cabin in Tennessee, talked to someone about the Maps feature on my iPhone, and I watched a news story about Iran on TV. So…in my dream, I was at a cooking demonstration, apparently being performed by the Iranian government. I realized this when I was trying to find directions on my phone from the cooking demo to the cabin, and some guy next to me was giving me this serious “If you are caught not paying attention they will kill you” look. So I put my phone down and started paying attention.