To Germany We Go....

I had a dream last night that Kate, Sarah and I were taking a vacation together to Germany. When we got to the airport, I realized that I didn't have a passport. So I went to a place in the airport and got my picture taken and they made me a passport right there. But while I was waiting, this man came up to me and took my suitcase. I chased after him and hit him really hard and he dropped the suitcase and ran. So I went back to get my passport and while I was signing some papers, the man came back and successfully ran off with my suitcase (and somehow my passport was in my suitcase). So we couldn't go to Germany. Sadly, we returned home to continue our less exciting lives.

On another note, I was at volleyball last night and I threw out my back. Yay me... I can't move. I feel bad for Gareth because he wants me to hold him and I can't. Ruth keeps getting hungry and I can't really get up to get her food. Today is TV day. I think I need to get my back checked out because my back has been bothering me off and on ever since I had Gareth. Ugh.

Dentists and Volleyball

You know you've seen too much of your dentist when you start dreaming about him. No, it wasn't anything inappropriate, but it was very strange. In my dream, I was with my brother Dustin and we went over to my dentist's house where his wife taught us how to make crab legs (ewwww). While she was busy showing Dustin how to do something with those legs, I snuck into the other room where my dentist was. He showed me this huge mural on his wall of his family tree and was talking about how his wife had so many people on her side of the tree but his side was very sparse. Weird huh? I wonder what it all means. Maybe it means I need to introduce him to the church so he can do his family history? On a side note, I had a dream that I was changing a poopy diaper and the poop just kept coming out and wouldn't stop. Okay, that's gross.. sorry. Last night was a night full of strangeness.

I'm sure all those weird dreams blossomed from the fact that I was utterly exhausted. On Tuesday nights I go play volleyball with a bunch of women from my stake. It starts at 9 pm and usually goes to between 11 and 11:30. Volleyball is a very fun sport to play but it sure makes me feel sore. Usually from about 9 to 10:30 I try to play hard but by 10:30 I'm so tired that the last hour is just goofing off. It's funny because most of the ladies that go are moms so they are all just as tired as I am. We get pretty silly sometimes...it's great.