Sleep talking

This morning the dog or cats woke me up around 6. I was pretty annoyed because it's supposed to be a day to sleep in a little, and I was hoping if anybody had to be woken they would have opted for my natural early rising hubby.

Once I was awake I was having a pretty tough time getting back to sleep so I tried talking to Matt. Much to my surprise he really was still asleep. Not that being asleep will stop him from having a conversation with me. It happens all the time and I'm never really sure whether he is awake or not until later when I find out if he remembers the conversation. Sometimes I'm pretty sure he isn't necessarily talking to me, because he's called me "Captain" before and also mentioned something about "Stupid drivers..." Keeps life interesting.

On a completely separate tangent, I had a friend through high school and college who talked in her sleep a lot. You could always tell just how tired she was based on how clear she talked. When she mumbled she was well rested, but when she made sense it meant she was really exhausted. It always made marching band overnight trips amusing.

Anyway, getting back to my point I noticed that Matt was actually, strangely, under all the covers. (His average body temperature is roughly 140 degrees so he is almost NEVER under all the covers.) I snuggled in next to him and asked him what on earth he was doing under the covers.

His answer...

"Sleeping."

Even in his sleep he finds a way to be strangely literal and make me laugh.

Imaginary Pets

Yesterday, after Matt read my blog about him always "dream cheating" on me we got to talking about HIS dreams. It was a short conversation because he all but never remembers his dreams.

I can recall three times in the nearly 11 years we've been together that he has told me about remembering a dream.

The first time was in college and whatever the story was that he related to me, it made so little sense that it suddenly seemed very clear to me why he never remembers them.

The third time (yes, I know I'm going out of order, but deal with it,) was this past August. Matt emailed me from the Persian gulf to let me know he'd dreamed about being a vigilantly and shooting people all night.

I told him to stop playing so many video games and consider getting out of the heat.

However, the second dream he told me about trumps all. One morning in Japan we were driving to base for work. Just as we passed a pet shop Matt turned to me and said something like this,

"Last night I dreamed we were in Hong Kong and we were going to buy a Wog."

When I looked at him like he was crazy he went on to explain, "it was half wolf, half dog."

Seriously.

So anyway, this morning we were discussing my dreams and his dreams and we got to talking about that Wog and Matt said, "It's too bad, instead of a Wog we just got a Fog."

Again I looked at him confused but Matt happily jumped in to explain that, clearly, Brutus is half Fox and half Dog.

It's true. Some place, I can't remember where (but it ceeeeertainly wasn't on every single walk I've ever taken him on) I've been told, that he looks just like a fox.

Go figure.

As if I hadn't noticed.

The inner-workings of my mind are messed up again.

I think I have a new recurring dream. It isn't reeeally recurring, because its pretty different each time, but it always ends exactly thesame way.

But its new, of course, because I have lots of recurring dreams that I've been having for years.

When I was young I remember having dreams about being very flexible. I mean, physically. Like I could do the splits and stuff. It sounds so stupid, but I'm sure these dreams were a direct result of spending years in dance and gymnastics lessons as a child and struggling due to being naturally inflexible.

In recent years I often have dreams that my veneers fall or break off. I take these to be linked to my actual fear that they will break or fall off and I will have to live with an awful smile all over again.

But, more than any other there have are the dreams about Matt. Before you start to smile at how sweet that is, STOP. While sure, I have had my share of nice dreams about my husband being sweet and lovely... most of the time, in my dreams he cheats on me.

That right bastard.

"Dream Matt," I mean, because actual Matt is very sweet.

Side note: To the best of my knowledge, an old episode of friends coined the term " dream cheating" when Phoebe and Rachel were discussing how Phoebe had been having romantic dreams about Monica and Ross's father until eventually in the dream he cheated on her.

So like I said, Matt "dream cheats" on me all the time.

"Dream Matt" sucks.

The ones that still stick in my mind were when he "dream cheated" on me with my friend's sister and the time it was with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Yes, that's right, the character, not the actress.) At any rate, in all of these dreams I have the distinct pleasure of walking in and finding him with whoever the latest "dream mistress" might be in the, er, act. Nice.

For years I worried that there was something deeply wrong with me. My heart trusts Matt, but CLEARLY by subconscious does not. Or something, because I am definitely not a shrink. However, one late night at Sea World last year I mentioned something about this and my friend/coworker Jon said his girlfriend had a similar problem. Apparently "Dream Jon" sucks too and he was always doing something awful and upsetting Jon's girlfriend.

Once I heard that I wasn't the only one with the problem the dreams stopped bugging me. Maybe I even stopped having them, or maybe I just stopped remembering them...

until recently.

Now they're back, but with a twist.

So, you know, things are good now. Matt is home from deployment after 7 long months and everything is all love and roses so to speak. We're definitely having a "honeymoon stage" all over again. It's great!

Until I go to sleep.

Then I have my latest and greatest dream...

In any one of several scenarios, "Dream Matt" and I are out about town when he sees this stupid looking skinny blond girl at which point "Dream Matt"gets all quiet and upset before eventually confessing to me that somewhere on deployment he met that stupid looking skinny blond girl on a port visit someplace, got drunk and made out with her.

Now, Matt assures me no such thing happened.

So why can't I stop dreaming about it?

Stupid subconscious.

Shamu's Spooktacular Halloween

Today Matt and I went to Sea World, because he hasn't been there nearly as many times as I have and they have their Halloween stuff going on during the weekends right now. Obviously we didn't dress up and Trick or Treat around the park (although that was an option,) but we happily stuffed ourselves on funnel cakes while visiting the animals and catching the best shows. Here we are waiting for the Halloween version of the Clyde and Seymore show to start.



As usual, this show was hilarious. They abandoned their regular Navy-spoof show in favor or making fun of Halloween stuff. First, there was some trick or treating which resulted in a witch chasing away the candy grabbers.


Then they spoofed several  shows, including Psycho, Baywatch, Star Wars...



and of course, SCOOBY DOO!



Finally, they did Michal Jackson's "Thriller."



After that, we went to the Shamu show, because...

...you know...

...Anything is possible if you "Believe!"



Man I love that whale. Shamu is the best.

Seaport Village

Shortly after Matt got home on Wednesday I asked him what he wanted to do next. As far as Thursday was concerned he wanted only one thing, and that was to do nothing.

However, by Friday he was ready to get out and enjoy America's finest city a bit so we took the dog down to Seaport Village for some lunch and a nice walk along the water front. We got a couple slices of pizza and Brutus sat and begged for his share between bouts of chasing pigeons. Then we set off exploring.

The first step was to walk out the pier. The last time I was there was on St. Patrick's Day and I stood there and watched Matt's ship leave. This time I stood with my husband, happy to have him home and giggled at the puppy as he fearfully explored.

He we are. (Matt hates having his picture taken... but does enjoy making stupid faces for the camera, so this is the best I could get.)


We walked along the water from Seaport Village up past the Midway museum all the way to the Star of India and back.


On the way back it was interesting to see a fishing boat unloading its catch. Not that I didn't know that this went on here, it just isn't a major industry like many other coastal towns to it was cool to see.



While I watched the fisherman, the boys had a break so the doggie could get some water.



Then of course we needed some ice cream. (Brutus was happy to sit at my feet and lick up the chocolate drips.)


But, after the long afternoon in the sun, he was properly worn out. Once we were back in the car he laid down in the back seat, curled up and passed out.

He's Back!!!

At last!

After nearly 7 LONG months, here's our first glance as they come around the corner!


Making the last turn!

I'll skip the pictures from the 45 minutes it took to get them from that point, to pier side with the lines tied up and the brow attached. Then they did the first kisses, new dads and all of that.

Finally, the guys came swarming off. After a few moments I was happy to see him!


What a stud! :)


Ok, so then there was good 10 minute hug, despite the 90 degree heat and the scorching mid morning sun. Once I had him in my arms again I sort of forgot to take pictures anymore.
In the end, we visited for a bit with all the families before heading back to the ship to get his belongings and finally head home.

Once we got back to Poway, there was another happy reunion...

Brutus was even dressed up for the occasion.

On the other hand:


The cats were just happy he brought home bags for them to play in.

What a good day. (Too bad I was so excited I never managed to get a picture of us together.)

Lost... my... mind

"Good afternoon boys and girls, we're going to start today's music lesson in the usual way. Clear off your desks and get ready to listen to our song while I pass out the papers. Now...

um...

hang on...

what song is it supposed to be? Hmmm...

what grade is this again?

ok, right, I got it now. Have a listen."

And did I mention that I can't concentrate on anything because my husband is coming soon?

oh, right, I did. But its reeking havoc on my ability to hold coherent thoughts in my brain.

"I pledge allegiance, to the Navy...

of the of the United Navy of the Navy. And to the Navy, for which the Navy Stands, One Navy, Under the Navy...."

You get the point.

So I was sitting in church this morning listening to the Pastor go on about the allowing the Lord be the leading force in your life, and trusting that the words of the Bible are the key to everything and that as Christians we must have Allegiance to God above all else.

To trust in the Lord and allow his plan to run my life.

Um....

Well, that sounds all well and good, but most of the time it feels like the only almighty force that has any ruling power over my life is my husband's career.

I'm just saying.

It's hard.

Meanwhile, I found out again today that awhile ago I said something that upset somebody. It must have been unintentional because I don't even know this person and have only spoken to them a few times in passing. But I feel very frustrated.

If somebody upsets you with what they say, why not tell them so they can apologize and try to explain or make it right? Why do people let it sit and fester and then go telling people how awful they think you are? I don't like the idea that there are people going around hating on me, because I have a very bad habit of speaking without thinking, or speaking without properly explaining my point. How am I supposed to make it right without even knowing I did anything?

I know what you're all thinking: why doesn't she just stop saying stupid stuff and making people mad.

I am a work in progress. That's all I can say. I'm trying but maybe God made me the way I am for a reason....

(maybe)

Why does time only fly when you're having fun?

I apologize for my lapse in regular blogging. Nothing of any interest has been happening despite the fact that I've been insanely busy. Oh, wait, we had a heat wave. Exciting huh?

And, while keeping busy is a very good thing, I'll admit that I have just generally been irritated by pretty much everything. Work. School. Friends. The Gym. The Dog. The cats. The Navy. Television. Grrrrr! All of it is getting on my nerves.

Why? Well, obviously because we are done to just DAYS until Matt comes home.

And if whatever I am doing is not directly related to preparation for having a husband again, then I find it all annoying.

I spent the day getting my hair done, my nails done, and my waxing done so that now I am all shiny and buffed and ready to be a wife again.

But, still, I wait.