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Dreaming of Winning and Mattress Dancing. That's Right. I said Mattress Dancing.

4/17/2015

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The sun is out! The sun is out! Man, what a difference having nice weather makes. Yesterday after work, I sat outside while Jesse went all over the property. It felt so dang good to have the sun on my face. My rosacea won’t like it, but fuck if it isn’t worth it. I plan on doing the same thing tonight. Oh, it’s so relaxing. I’m not going to lie, and tell you that I wish there wasn’t a cold beer in my hand while doing it, but again, I fought the temptation. It’s funny. If I wasn’t “on the wagon,” I’d be drinking once or twice a week probably. If I’m on the wagon, I think about it every day. This weekend is going to be tough I know. My stress level is through the roof today. I spent my lunch on the phone with my editor. If you ever want to feel completely overwhelmed, just write a book. I’m telling ya… So, it has been hard to calm my brain down today.

I truly think I have my head wrapped around the meat thing. I’m back to being disgusted by the thought of it. I forgot how hard it is to eat without it, though. I’m really going to have to take the time this week preparing meals for the upcoming week.

I believe I’ve mentioned before how a coworker and I buy Power Ball or Mega Millions tickets every week. We each spend $5 on a day to dream. Every once in a while another coworker goes in on it with us, too, as was this week. Jim and I are riding a nice Mega Millions losing streak, so we decided to ride it until someone (hopefully us wins). Anyway, I had a dream last night that the three of us won (including Tammy who went in on it with us). I woke up pretty excited, as I normally don’t have dreams that I’ve won the lotto. I meant to mention it to them today, but the day has been busy and I forgot until after lunch. Tammy said something, and I said, “Well, maybe we don’t need to worry about it too long. I did dream that the three of us won the lotto.” (The drawing for our ticket is actually tonight). She says, “Oh my God Jim! Did you hear that?!” (The two of them had gone to lunch, but I couldn’t go because of the editor). At lunch Tammy had told Jim about a dream she had last night, where the three of us won! So, let’s hope the next post is called, “Lottery Winner.” I thought that was so cool that we both had the same dream. I’ve been having fun thinking lately about what I would do if I did win the lottery. The first thing I’d do (of course outside of paying off debt for my family and friends), would be to go to a month long weight loss thing of some sort. But recently my new dream, equally important ;), would be to have the Dixie Chicks play a concert in my backyard. It would be the ultimate BBQ. I don’t usually dream about extravagant things like that, but that would be my big splurge. I can hear them singing Sin Wagon as I type.

Here’s hoping you have a fabulous day, and if that includes winning a lottery, we wouldn’t be sad if there were other winners in the 55 mil drawing. We aren’t greedy.

Much Love,

Jen

He pushed me 'round
Now I'm drawin' the line
He lived his life
Now I'm gonna go live mine
I'm sick of wastin' my time
Well now I've been good for way too long
Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on
'Bout to get too far gone


Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of my twelve ounce nutrition
One more helpin' of what I've been havin'
I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon


On a mission to make something happen
Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson
Do a little mattress dancin'
That's right I said mattress dancin'


Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more
Of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon


When it's my turn to march up to old glory
I'm gonna have one hell of a story
That's if he forgives me
Oh, lord please forgive me


Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation
They may take me
With my feet draggin'
But I'll fly away on a sin wagon


I'll fly away on a sin wagon

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    Jen

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    2 boys, 18 & 15
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