On Top of the World

My car’s stuffed again so I’m stuck at home until someone comes to have a look at it. So what better thing to do than blog I say.

Yesterday I did some baking. We had a packet of M&M’s bits (the kind you bake into stuff) in the cupboard, so I decided to make the recipe for chocolate chip cookies that was on the pack.

OK, so here’s what the packet said the biscuits should look like…

And here’s how they actually turned out…

Ummm… yyyeeaahhhh. It’s just as well I told you which was the photo of the ones on the packet, right? :/ I tell myself that what’s important is how they taste. Unfortunately they’re a bit average, so I lost on all counts. But there are stacks of choc chips, so the cookie bit is really only there to hold the choc chips together I think. That’s my kind of choc chip cookie!

I had a bad dream last night I only remember a tiny bit, but I dreamed that I was in Bali or somewhere with my parents, and for some reason my cat was over there too (in usual dream fashion, the reason for this was never broached). I heard that my mum didn’t want to bring the cat back to Australia with us, and when I asked if that was true, she said it was. I started crying, and begged her to let me bring him home, and that I would pay for everything and look after him.

I woke up feeling quite sad, and as soon as I got up I went over to my cat and gave him a big pat and told him that I’d never leave him anywhere. He probably wondered what the hell my problem was!

I also had quite a bizarre dream. I was still overseas with my parents, and we were checking out of the hotel. I’d been trying on some jewellery before we checked out, and I remembered that I’d left my wedding rings in the room, so I had to go back to the hotel room to try to find the rings. I have no idea why, but I was naked when I was running up the street to go to the hotel, and as I was running, there were a couple of people behind me making comments. I didn’t turn around, but carried on the conversation all the while running up the hill. Do any of you do a weird sort of running in your dreams where you pull yourself along with your hands to try to move faster? If not, I guess I’m the only freak then, because that’s the way I seem to run in my dreams, and I was doing that sort of running up the hill. In this dream, though. I was using my feet as well, whereas in other dreams I’m often parallel to the ground, and floating slightly above it, and only using my hands to pull myself along. It’s quite weird.

I got to the hotel, and looked for the lift. I found one in a really odd location, at the end of a table or something, but I got in and went to the right floor. When the lift opened, I was in someone else’s bathroom, and I was about to try to sneak out of the room, but saw two people just outside the bathroom door, doing what people do in hotel rooms. I had no idea what to do, and I was still naked, so I covered myself with a towel, and knocked loudly on the bathroom door. The guy came over, and I said that I’d come up the lift but ended up in their bathroom. The woman acted as though it’s happened on more than one occasion, and said that I needed to use the other lift in order to come out in the right place.

Fortunately now I had my towel around me, so I walked out and to the room I’d been staying in. I found my rings, and left. Later on, I was at a jetty or something, looking for my cat so I could take him home. There were lots of other grey cats around, and they must have sensed that I was looking for mine to take with me, because they started jumping up in the air towards me, hoping that I’d take them with me too. They were really adorable, and I caught one in mid-air and gave it a cuddle.

END OF DREAM

So that was that - any questions? It was totally weird, and that’s only the stuff I could remember well enough to try to put in a reasonable order. There was more stuff that happened, but I can only remember bits and pieces of it - not how it fits in with the rest.

I do remember having a fight with my mum in the dream. I have dreams like this every so often, and I wake up feeling sad and weird, because the fights always involve her with an indifferent, snide attitude towards me, often saying quite nasty things, and me getting frustrated and yelling (and usually crying because of the frustration), because of her attitude. Sometimes the fights get physical, but not hitting - more like grabbing and pushing. I think I’m the one who starts the physical side of it, because I’m so frustrated that she doesn’t care about my feelings and just won’t listen to what I’m saying. The dreams really disturb me, because I’m not an aggressive person at all, and I’ve never had any problems with my mum - I couldn’t have asked for a better mother. So why on earth would I have dreams like this? :’(

I’m not holding out much hope of this actually working, but I thought I’d give it a try.

I’ve hardly used the keyboard I bought for my PDA, and I’ve been trying to set up email blogging with my blog, so I thought what better way to try it out than to combine the two. Famous last words, I know.

It’s a long weekend here this weekend, because we have the Adelaide Cup on Monday. I am totally not into horse racing - I think it’s cruel and unnecessary - but I will accept the extra day off

Tomorrow I’m picking up the clothes I had altered, and I am thoroughly looking forward to throwing away the ratty pants I’ve been wearing for the last goodness knows how long. As I’ve mentioned several times before, I hate clothes shopping, but I really love having new clothes. I feel so much better about myself when I’m wearing something new and smart. Or maybe it’s more a case of not feeling as frumpy as I do when I’m wearing something that should really be thrown out.

I wouldn’t mind trying to find a new job, but I really don’t know what I’d be able to get that isn’t related to what I’m doing now. I just seem to be so up and down in my current job. There are days I’m really enthusiastic, but others I feel so incompetent and wonder why I bother turning up every day. The problem is that it’s just so hard to start fresh in a new field because, more often than not, employers won’t hire people who don’t have qualifications. In some fields this is expected, but there have been jobs that have come up that I know I would be able to do really well, but I don’t have the specific qualifications or experience they’re after. Unfortunately, faith in yourself doesn’t mean anything if it’s not accompanied by the right piece of paper.

I hate having short legs. I dropped off some pants and skirts today to have them taken up and it’s going to cost $94 altogether. Sigh. Never mind, I’m really looking forward to wearing the pants - I’ve had them for ages and they are just way too long to try to get away with wearing, so I haven’t worn them yet. When I get them back I can finally throw away my awful pair of black pants that I wear to work. I always seem to wear things until they’re way beyond being publically acceptable. I hate clothes shopping.

Lately I’ve been getting into the bad habit of having a cake for breakfast :/ I was doing this for a while some time ago, then M and I bought some cereal to have instead, which was much better. But I’ve been working at our other office for a little while, so I’ve been going and getting a cake again. Now that I’m back at my usual office, we’re getting back into the cereal habit, so we’ve got a jumbo box of Sultana Bran at work, and we have some when we get in each morning (I don’t have breakfast at home because we like to get out the door ASAP to try to avoid peak traffic).

So I opened the box this morning, and look what I found…