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....

My hubby, he's such a funny man. Not funny like me, but funny, nonetheless.

As I've mentioned in previous posts, he's had problems sleeping soundly lately. He's been waking up at all kinds of wacky hours, and going to work at even wackier hours. Today is Saturday. He went to work at 5 a.m.! Of course, when he's out of bed for the day, I can't sleep anymore. We'll just call it empathy. I'll never admit that I've become dependent on my husband as a security "blanket". I can't wait until the peak season is over.

I thought I'd try a little experiment on Thursday. I decided to use some of the relaxation techniques I've learned through my Hospice experience. It's similar to hypnosis.

Thursday night, we got into bed and I rubbed his back until he was good and relaxed, and breathing that deep rhythmic breathing. Then I started telling him very softly that he was going to sleep very soundly, not wake up until 6:30, and not wake up during the night. I told him this in several ways, several times while rubbing his back. I could tell that he was in that twilight zone between being awake and sleeping, and that is the perfect time to do this.

It worked! He slept through the night and didn't wake up until 6:45 on Friday morning. I told him that he could thank me for that. He scoffed at that. Can you believe it? He didn't even remember me suggesting these things to him the night before.

So last night, he fell asleep at some insane hour like 8:30. I wasn't ready to go to bed, so I stayed up. Last night he wandered about the kitchen (Rolaids and something to drink) in the middle of the night, and this morning was up at 4:30 or so. I commented that he didn't sleep so well last night, so he asked me if I performed my "mojo" on him. MOJO? These are some serious relaxation techniques, you scoffer!

Just for that, I'm going to make him cluck like a chicken tonight.

The lunch room in our office has started to become more political than the 2004 presidential election. First, there were innocuous little signs about heart runs, March of Dimes walks and other volunteer type of activities.

Then signs about not drinking the emergency bottled water cropped up. As if they were bunnies, the signs multiplied overnight. Suddenly there were signs about making more coffee when you take the last cup, refilling the paper towels when you use the last one, and the usual "your mother doesn't work here, so clean up after yourself" type of signs.

Yesterday, there was a "please keep the lunchroom door closed because there is stinky stuff in the fridge" sign. The author of this note even took the time to add graphics. Of course, everyone had to go in and out of the lunchroom and complain about the stench then proceed to close the door. Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay... so, that's going to fix the stink?

I sit by the lunchroom and got tired of hearing all the door shutting and complaining, so I investigated the stink source. I found several possibilities in the fridge. I think the big offender was a very fuzzy, mushy black cantaloupe (or at least I think that's what it was.) It was kept company by yogurt that expired four months ago, milk that expired two months ago, and some grapes well on their way to becoming raisins. I did what a sane person would do and threw the damned stuff out. It took me about 10 minutes. I'll bet it took longer to make the sign.

People at work are weird....oh, and lazy.