It's all in My Head.

Amy Adams was a Junior High school teacher. She was started to go berserk. She stomped/ran to the white board to write.Then she got insanely angry, her eyes turned red and yellow like a monster, she leaned in towards a set of four students, glaring at them, hitting one of them. Then the scene turned into a nasty, furious brawl. Everyone was in a fight. The fight wasn't like something you see in the movies, but real and nasty.Someone was sent through a pane of glass near the front of the room. The last images of the dream were of people all cut up, with paper-cut like looking cuts all over their bodies, but no blood. Loved ones were bent over each individual.
One poor kid had his kidney's hanging out, so they covered him with a sheet.

Disgusting images, aren't they. This was a dream I had last night. Usually I am able to figure out the source of my dreams from things I have seen or experienced at some point in my life. This one was totally out of the blue. Maybe a combination of "I Am Legend", "Enchanted", and an awkward Junior High experience, but nothing really to that level. 

But thankfully, it was preceded by something much more entertaining. Jim and I were required to have a civil marriage before we could be married in the temple. So, a week before the temple sealing, we had a ceremony and reception. We were going to do anything we wanted. The next weeks reception would be formal and socially normal. But for this round, I wore a dress that I've worn before as a costume but can pass for a wedding gown. In an 18th Century style French aristocrat dress, I was scrambling to get my hair done. I had forgotten to get earrings, so sent my sister to grab some since I couldn't move very fast in the dress. I finally got my hair up, but was more than 30 minutes late for the ceremony. Jim was also dressed in 18th Century French aristocrat clothing, complete with a pony-tailed wig, and high-heeled white boots. My sisters and I danced into the room to pop music to begin the festivities. It then jumped to after the party. Jim and I changed into normal clothing and got in his car. We drove around some familiar streets for awhile. Jim was incredibly nervous. We decided to get a Red Box. I decided on "Young Victoria." That dream ended, then the nasty nightmare ensued.

Dear Brain, 

I see no connection between the two and now you make me feel like a psycho to jump moods so quickly. What?!

I'm grateful for....

A fantastic man. With more than marriage as a life-change coming up in the near future, sometimes I can be a little beside myself: Confused, lost and full of worry. Life has simply become overwhelming. Though the future is bright and full of hope, taking action to secure a few minor details (graduation, job, etc.) has been very difficult. There are so many options, so many wonderful possibilities, I had worked myself into an indecisive rut. And yet, this man of mine is patient and supportive. He's willing to say, "Dear, you might need to rethink your strategy." He talks me through my own thoughts, listening to and validating them. With a hug and a kiss, he assures me the future will be happy and he will help me get wherever I want to go.

Cheers to you, My Dear, for putting up with me and pushing me to pursue a goal and go for the gold.

P.S. Happy 7 months (or 3 months) on Friday.

Lamentations of the Ill.

I have always tried to have the attitude that having a cold, the flu, or any such not-so-life-threatening illness, is something to be grateful for. It's a chance to slow down, take a needed breather from a busy life and realize how grateful you are that each body-part performs it's normal function properly. Today, I am grateful for a functioning throat that allows me to speak and sing. The ease of communication is something we take for granted I think; a luxury we frequently abuse by not caring to communicate with others properly. Communication can build or destroy a relationship in mere seconds. I am grateful my vocal chords work, and my lips move in-sync.

Also, I am grateful for the ice cream and flowers brought to me by a loving fiancee.

The Difference

The difference between a Humanities and a Sciences major:

Humanities: All they care about is if I've read the material, show up and have an opinion.

Sciences: As long as I've done the homework and do well on the tests they don't care if I show up or have an opinion.

Five Things

In the Theta flower-passing tradition, here are five things we love about each other.

What Erin loves about Jim:

1. He is gentle and patient.
2. He is dedicated and hard-working with everything in his life. From work and school to family and relationships. He doesn't back down from a challenge.
3. He can blow the roof off any opera house. Almost from the time we met I would say "If I could marry a voice, it would be Jim's."
4. We can talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. About anything and everything.
5. He is temple worthy and holds the Priesthood.
6. Can I have #6 on a list of 5? He's great with the pick-up lines, super cheesy and romantic when I least expect it.

What Jim loves about Erin:

1. She treats me with so much love and respect!
2. She is patient with my shortcomings and indecisiveness.
3. She laughs at my jokes... most of the time :)
4. She keeps the commandments and expects me to do the same.
5. She is the most beautiful being I have ever seen.
6. (can't let her out-do me, now can I?) I can talk to her about everything and anything.
7. (but I can outdo her! thats ok! :P)  She is willing to listen and understand things from my perspective, and when necessary, is willing to change.