A Little Rambling

If I had $1,000,000 to spend, I would... 1) Tithe. 2) Finish paying for school/pay off my loan. ( 3) Buy a modest house and fix up the things I wanted to fix up. 4) Sell Amadeus and buy a Smart car. 5) Write my parents and sister pretty checks. 6) Probably fly to Europe for part of the summer. 7) Replenish my wardrobe. 8) Take the Knights to a big, formal dinner somewhere fancy. 9) Stick the rest into 3 different savings accounts and let it accumulate for many, many years. 10) Use those savings accounts for a) future kids' college, b) future retirement, c) lots of fun with future spouse.

In case you are in need of some bizarre entertainment, read on. Dreams are strange. I often don't remember mine, but when I do, they're usually something semi-ordinary, put into an extraordinary context. Old relationships may surface, or strange locales, or seemingly random events. Things get hodgepodged into a lump of silliness. Last night, my subconscious took this to a whole new level. I'm afraid I don't remember it well enough to give an accurate tale, but I would like to point out some of the things included. There was a tiny black kitten. Somewhere in my kitchen was a vortex of sorts that emitted blinding white light and allowed demons into my home. One of these was the smoke monster from LOST. Somehow, I escaped the house and then there's a blank between this and the next event - I had a car, but it had no engine. Two famous brothers (not sure who they were, just that they were famous) came to fix it for me, since they'd built it themselves, and th...

I feel like this ^ is the most common image to greet me every time I log onto Facebook. Everyone is having babies! EVERYone is having babies. I feel very left out by not being pregnant, not getting married, and not even having a boyfriend. Usually I can leave it at that and move on, knowing I'm only 22 and therefore have plenty of time, and I'm in no rush. I really do like the freedom in being single! Occasionally, though, it hits hard and I start my own little spiral of self-pity. I've been having this reoccurring dream for about the last month, in which I'm pregnant with a little baby girl named Hannah. They're startlingly realistic, and there have been times I've awoken fully convinced I am having a baby. Throughout the day I will find myself thinking of her, planning for her, and imagining her running up to me, or being scooped up onto her daddy's shoulders, or snuggling in my lap. It's quite surreal. I really want a baby. It's been this...