do i think too much about blogging?

i had a fitful night of terrible sleep that netted me a total of maybe three hours. and when i woke up for the final time, i was dreaming about Heather of angelweave. wha? i think it's because i went through Frank's Peace Gallery last night, and she's in there... why couldn't i have dreamed of Curtis the Former Marine instead? not that Heather's not nice and all, but Curtis, well. the ladies will understand. here's what i remember...

i was at my house, but it faced south instead of west, and the Noggles lived across the street, but we'd never met except online, because they were like the cool, popular neighbors on the block, and i was seen as the bookish freak who spent all my time on the computer when i wasn't fighting with my lawnmower (ok, i added that part). it was 6 a.m. or something like that, and Heather was about to pull out of her driveway. i waved through my screen door, and she walked across the street to my house. i had a friend over, a new potential blogchild (have no idea who she was or what she looked like, just a smudge-blogger, a bludger if you will), and the blogchild started jumping up and down while i was trying to be so cool. "hey, SarahK, hey, SarahK," bounce bounce "isn't that Heather of angelweave? holy cow, she's like, coming over here! oh! what do we do?" thud. i drop-kicked her and told her to shut up.

i sat down next to the bludger and pretended i wasn't like totally excited to be meeting the totally cool Heather. wow. you know what she did? she just walked right through that screen door without knocking, like she was cool or something. i thought, wow! she feels at home here!

she sat down next to Bludger and me and watched FoxNews in silence for a couple minutes. i finally broke the silence with, "so, i read on your blog that you saved Brian's life, but that it's a big secret until he writes about it, because you let him blog stuff first since he's the man and all. what's that about? the saving his life, i mean." Heather looked at me, looked back at FoxNews, then got up and walked to the door.

"well, i've gotta go, lass. gotta get to work. oh look, there's Brian. hey, Hon! come over here and meet our neighbor SarahK! she's not a freak like they say, she watches FoxNews!"

Brian J. Noggle then walked through my door, thrust out his hand, gave me a creepy bug-eyed stare and said cautiously, "nice to meet you. Heather didn't tell you about saving my life, did she?" "no, of course not, Sir." Brian said, "ok, then, i will tell you what happened." a flash later, i stood in my doorway, and the Noggles were in their convertible Thunderbird, Heather waving goodbye, Brian moving his lips like he was talking. i couldn't hear what he was saying, but i knew what he was saying, because a movie was now playing, one of those silent movies where the facial expressions are overexaggerated so you know what's going on. Brian had flipped over the handlebars of his bicycle in the Grand Canyon, and Heather had thrown him over her shoulders and biked him all the way out of the Canyon and to the medical facilities there.

oops, i don't think i was supposed to tell y'all that. don't tell them where i live, ok?

(what a freak i am.)

Comments

[James P]

Saying that you blog too much is like saying that you've having too much fun.

First of all, you are not a freak.
Second of all (and fortunately for me) being a freak is not a crime.

Besides all that, weird dreams are fun to talk about.

[hln]

Yikes, do I owe you a new dream screen door? Tell me the secret of how I got Brian on a bike in your dream...maybe I can make it happen in real life :) But maybe that vacation we hadn't yet planned to the Grand Canyon will never take place now.

Dreams. So weird.

hln

[Drew]

Maybe you should lay off the spicy bean dip before going to bed. Oh wait, that gives people gas, not weird dreams. Well, something like that, you know what I mean. At least there weren't spiders im it. Eeeerg, I hate spiders!

[Dragon Fly]

Sarah...this is my first visit to your site. And what have I learned during my time here:

1. Blurry_go_cart_w_gun

"i was trying to do the chick thing here of driving, talking on the phone (left hand) and shooting at hippies and terrorists all at the same time."

2. You like guns, knives, and swords

3. You read the Bible

I. Must. Bookmark. This. Site. And. Return. Often.

[sarahk]

james, you're right, i do have too much fun blogging. :)

hln, LOL, you actually opened the door first. :) and don't worry, they don't allow bikes in the Grand Canyon, so you can still plan your trip.

drew, the spiders were in my waking hours. and they were real.

Dragon Fly, i do hope you will return. and thanks!

[James P]

You won't be disappointed Dragon Fly, I guarantee it.

[James P]

And on a personal note, and slightly OT, I thought the best one was Dont_mess_with_me. Just my not so humble opinion.

[krakatoa]

and I thought my dreams have been wierd lately.

FREAK!

:P

[Joshua]

Hi I am here from Frank J.'s site.
But I think I am a bigger SarahK. fan.
I really like the color scheme an the ambiance...lol. and the fact that you are a Christian hottie who like knives, swords and guns. Kill the Taliban and kick pinkie toe!!
And someday when you give up on your dream to marry that all too busy famous guy Frank J. , then I will be here humbly waiting for you to marry me and bare my children.

[sarahk]

krakatoa, takes one to know one, FREAK! :)
joshua, wow, thank you. i'm not giving up on frank yet (though he forgot my birthday), but i'll keep you in mind. ;)

[Frank J.]

why do you want to dream of Curtis? You should be wanting to dream of me.

But dreaming of Heather combined with the rainbow picture...

[krakatoa]

Rubber and glue, Freaky deaky doo! :P

[sarahk]

Frank, now that you've properly recognized my birthday, i would want to dream of you. :)

[Harvey]

[Cheese], how come the funny, geeky guys like Frank always get the hot chicks chasing after them?

It's just not fair :-/

[sarahk]

last i checked, Frank has no beloved wife.
plus, he's funny and geeky to the max.

[Harvey]

So... I need to be geekier and less married?

Hmpf! Picky :-P

[LokiDoki]

Don't feel bad about it. As embarrassing as it is I will share one of many stupid dreams I had with you now.

My work sometimes tends to intrude on my dreams, especially if it is something I am concerned about. I have a fairly new job, (previous job outsourced to different companies in other states, not flippin' moving, thanks) ethical decision making is a big must! And I have a dream one night that starts out kind of normal, (the dream)jumps from one place to another - then get the idea in my head that if I JUMP really hard I will start flying! Cool! So Now I Am a Superhero! (my Superhero name, You ask?) "Ethics in Decisions Guy!" (why it wasn't Ethics in Decisions Girl I just don't know,) but I was on a role! Righting Wrongs! Kicking Butt!!

Then a Cat bit me on my nose and I woke up... To find a cat biting me on my nose, and pawing at the covers so she could crawl in, curl up on my chest and make happy-feet on my neck.. ouch! Lucie.. didn't I just trim your claws?

[sarahk]

yeah, i'm picky like that, harvey.

ugh, who is coming here looking for playboy pics of that Joe millionaire girl? CREEP!! and no, i have no foot fetish pr0n pics, either! WEIRDO!

[Joshua]

sarahK-
how did you know some one was looking for playboy pics of that Joe millionaire girl?
and the other wierdo?