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My co-worker and I had some fridge cleaning fun last Thursday. There's no way I'm going to volunteer to do such a filthy thing unless I get to document the vile conditions in my blog. So for your pleasure, here are the gory details:

Stinky Fridge Chronicles

Caution: This page includes a lot of pictures. Not recommended for slow modems.

Note: Slow modems are not recommended, period. *snicker*

Sunday was the first day that hubby didn't have to work in at least a month. I decided to give him the gift of some alone time in the house. He and I both love our alone time in the house. I get lots more of it, since I telecommute three days a week.

As much as I dislike shopping (I save the word 'hate' for more intolerable situations, but shopping is really close...), I decided to shop. I decided that the exersize, if nothing else, would be good for me.

I had no idea I looked so fetching. I was flirted with at Costco. It was a scary-type of flirt, but funny story nonetheless.

I was looking at the Novaform 'space age' memory foam toppers for our bed (review will be forthcoming) and this scary back woods type of man put his hand on the same memory foam pillow that I had my hand on. He said, "This is weird stuff. I bet if I bought it, I'd get a girlfriend" while looking straight at me. I fled the scene immediately, thinking to myself, "ummm no, but I'm sure teeth might help."

I went back later to pick up my memory foam items when I was sure the scary man was gone. Sure enough, I'm in the three pound bag coffee that only last me three weeks aisle, and there he is. He looked at my memory foam (no, that's NOT another way of saying 'boobs') and gives me this weird, Deliverance type of look. I decided it was time to leave Costco. Rats, I didn't even get my 2 pound bag of bacon bits.

In less than a month, I've had two dreams about twins. The first one was 10/11 and I blogged about it here.

I hadn't given birth to the twins, just had a dream/nightmare(?) that I was going to have them.

Last night I had a dream that I actually gave birth to twins. They were very cute. I don't remember much about the dream except the fact that I enjoyed having babies around and I held and played with them a lot. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm absolutely CRAZY about babies, but I'm done with that whole lifestyle. I felt a need to bring that up because I have friends ask me all the time if we plan to have babies. Ummm, yeah. I'm 44. I'm sooooooooooo done.

I was curious, so I decided to look up twins on a dream analysis site. Here's what I found:

If your dream entails giving birth to twins, or if you are dreaming about baby twins, please see birth . Twins in astrology represent opposites, and we may use this symbolism to explain our dream. The twins could suggest a duality in thoughts, ideas, feelings, or states of consciousness. The details of the dream will give you a clue to whether or not these varying aspects are in harmony or in conflict with each other. The twins could also represent the balance that is extremely important to our emotional and psychological health.

Then I looked up Birth:

If you or your mate are not pregnant, this dream could symbolize new beginnings (i.e. giving birth to new ideas, new ways of living, or a new stage in life). Superstition-based dream interpretations say that giving birth in a dream is a sign of good luck, while multiple births are omens of forthcoming material wealth. <- hey! I like that!

Since I didn't actualy give birth in my dreams, I decided to look up babies:

Many people from time to time will have babies or small children in their dreams. If these newborns are strangers to you, you can assume that they represent you. You are the baby and the dream is telling you something about your development in a particular area of your life. At times of great change and renewal, a baby may appear in a dream and represent your potential and a new beginning. Some of the meaning of the dream may be obtained by considering what the baby looked like and was doing. Generally, babies represent innocence and are symbols of the purest form of a human whose possibilities are endless.

Based on all of this information, I'll play armchair dream analyst:

I have been really enjoying this new phase in my career. It involves web design, PowerPoint design, and lately, graphic design and template design. It was quite an evolution from what I was doing five years ago. What I was doing five years ago had nothing at all in common with what I'm doing now, didn't involve any sort of technology, but I was working for the same employer. I've also really enjoyed doing it as a hobby and have considered making it my "after retirement" career. Of late, I've started wondering if I could turn it into a career before retiring. As in quitting my job and doing this full time. I'm too conservative to do such a crazy thing. I like the idea of having a full time "I can count on having a salary and benefits" type of job. I also happen to really adore what I do and who I work with, so why mess with that?

Now the dreams make sense, well, if I bought into any of that dream analysis stuff. <-I said that for my hubby's benefit because he thinks I have some wacky ideas.

I LOVE this stuff! I'm always on the hunt for the perfect mascara. I like to apply one coat, and I want it to see some lashes, yet not look like I've got tarantula's on my eyes. Is that too much to ask? Until now, I sure thought so.

I've tried the kind that you put the undercoating on, then the mascara. That's ok, but too many steps. I'm also afraid hubby will walk in on me while I have white eyelashes. While he's probably seen worse things (my 'after the shower' garb comes to mind..), this isn't something I want burned into his memory.

I've tried expensive mascara. One of which made me look like Tammy Faye Baker. Not the look I'm going for. My favorite department store mascara is prescriptives False Eyelashes, but even that isn't as good as my new find.

While I'm singing the praises of Revlon, I also want to give a thumbs up to the Colorstay Overtime lipcolor. It really does stay on all day. The glossy goop that comes with it is great, even though my hubby won't kiss me if I have it on. Too bad. Sometimes I have to make sacrifices for beauty.

The last Microsoft download did me in. Ok, not literally, but it sure made me crabby. I've decided to take my browser experiences elsewhere.

I've decided that my new browser of choice is a Mozilla product called FireFox. It's fabulous. I think my favorite "toy" is the ability to have your open windows organized in tab format. I also like the way I can create "live links". Maybe I had that ability in IE, but who cares.

IE, you're out of my will! I banish you!

I'm so enamored with FireFox's browser software, that I'm going to change my email to Thunderbird (also offered by Mozilla.) I'll let you know how that goes.

Back to my regularly scheduled blogging....