I love my dreams.
Since my skiing helmet came in the mail about one month ago (it's seriously been that long!!) I dream about skiing all the time. My dreams involve me doing crazy Olympian things. I also have many dreams where I am skiing in deep, deep powder. So deep that it goes up to my neck and I end up nearly buried, stuck under the snow..But I don't mind, because it's powder. I think I very may well have caught the "powder flu".
Last night, I dreamed of Icees (the best slushies ever) and chugging cherry coke. I wish that was real life.
So last week, I turned down this crazy, amazing opportunity to go to Thailand. I got as far as buying the plane ticket, and then turned it down last second because I didn't want to get in trouble with work (I would have had to call in sick four times in a row, which is one time too many). Reflecting on that, I realized I must really love my job. And the verdict is in. I really, really do love it. I love the kids. A lot of the time it's hard to muster up the energy to go to work. But it really is so rewarding. So rewarding that I wouldn't risk a runaway trip to Thailand for fear of losing it.
Also. By the end of next week, I should have a dog living with me, permanently. His name is Taz. I'm sure you know him...As I have so affectionately referred to him as my boyfriend for the past few years. He loved me so much, he decided to hitch a ride across the country for me. That's true love.
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I wish you'd update again. I miss hearing about your job and your adventures
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