Weird Friday Five
16 April 2010
As you might guess from the blog title, here’s a list of five weird things that happened to me this week: (Warning : I’m an extremely normal person. What appears strange and out-of-the-ordinary to me might seem mundane to you.)
1. I barely touched the book I’m currently reading. Last night, I read for about 10 minutes, and that was the first time all week. Sad :( For the last couple weeks, I’ve been attempting to read The Uglies by Scott Westerfield. It’s a little more sci-fi (I guess?) than I usually read, so it’s going kind of slow. I don’t really think it’s the book’s fault. When I read, I enjoy it. But I’m not loving it so much that I think about it when I’m not reading.
2. Ben and I went for a walk on Sunday or Monday night and saw a cannon parked in front of a house in our neighborhood. Like a real cannon. The kind that actually shot cannon balls way back when. We don’t really live in an area where many reenactments take place, so…. Yeah, I don’t know.
3. McKenna and I went to the grocery store on Monday, where I had a really spacy guy help me at the deli, but a bright, chatty cashier. Usually it’s flipped. Here was my conversation at the deli:
Me: Hi, I’d like a pound of the oven-roasted chicken. (Pointing at the sign saying it’s on sale.)
Dude: Half-pound?
Me: No, one pound.
Dude grabs something off the shelf and carries it to the slicer thingy.
Dude: You said a half-pound?
Me: Um, no. One pound.
Rings me up, and I walk away.
When I got home, I discovered he’d given me one pound of oven roasted turkey. Which was not on sale, FYI.
4. No bad dreams this week. So far, this has been the “bad dream” pregnancy. Originally, I was having a couple a week. Then it tapered off to one a week. But this week, I haven’t had a single one. Soooo happy about this. Nothing makes me feel more like a 6-year-old than waking up terrified that bad guys are coming to get me. Then I have to do the whole, “Just a dream, Stephanie… Just a dream,” pep talk until my heartrate returns to normal.
5. Can you give yourself allergies the same as you can worry yourself into a stomach ache? Everything is in bloom around here, and it’s gorgeous. I hadn’t had a single sniffle until Tuesday, when my husband pointed out that our front porch was coated in pollen. Sure enough. It was thick enough to see McKenna’s little foot prints in it. Since then I’ve been sneezing like crazy whenever I go outside. Is it possible I brought this on myself?
Hopefully the rain will clear it all out so I can be a good mommy and play outside with my daughter.
Have a great weekend everybody!
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