Nightmares

It's been very strange. For the last year or so I've been having so many nightmares. Last night I was being chased by a man with a chainsaw, and he tried to cut off my hand. Then somehow My hand was fine but the man left someone else's severed hand on my front door step. I would be awesome if these nightmares would stop. Most of the time I'm fine when I wake up because Jess is there in bed with me, I see him and know that it was just a nightmare and I'm safe. But when I wake up alone, sometimes it takes me a little while to figure out if it was real or not.

Any suggestions on how to make nightmares stop? Or make them less frequent?

a little bit of sunshine

I have just, for the third year in a row, bought daffodils from Foodlion as an impulse buy. I just can't help myself, I'm a sucker for those adorable, little, yellow flowers. They're just so unexpected in January, and on a gloomy rainy day to boot; how could I not get them?

Delicious

I have been on an egg sandwich kick for months now. They are just so delicious. One fried egg with a little salt, pepper, and mayo on whatever bread like product happens to be around that day. Biscuit, bagel, whole wheat, white... doesn't matter. And I eat them anytime not just for breakfast. This morning I was brave, I decided to flip my egg with out a spatula. Julia Childs' style. And to my surprise It was a great success!

What a great way to start the day.

Lovely

Yesterday I read a post by Shauna Ahern of Gluten-Free Girl and the Chef. The particular post that I'm referring to is "Friday Island Photos : an evening ferry ride".

When I read lovely things like this it always makes me wish that I wrote things like that too. I know that my writing will not improve just by wishfull thinking, so I have decided to spend more time writing this year.

While reading that post I realized something else about myself. When I read posts like that, I hear them in my head read by Meg Ryan. I think it is a direct result of the movie You've got mail. Isn't that strange?