Naturally Dreamy

A blog about my life as an INFP living with an ESFJ, INTJ, and my pup. I blog about earth-friendly living and life through my eyes – not necessarily in that order. Come put your feet up where life is Naturally Dreamy!


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Cooking Pad Thai (A Story)

Last night I was hungry, and so even though it was only Monday, I decided to make a meal.

But first the dishes were piled too high to wash the saucepan that I needed to cook noodles in.

My hands grumble at me if I wash dishes without gloves, but the pair I have right now has at least one hole, so I decided “Imma risk it.”

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(Quote from The Finder – a show I thought I didn’t like at all from seeing it’s crossover ep with Bones, but ended up liking a lot!)

 

But it also gave me an idea for a biodegradable, spray-on glove that melts away as you wash, and can just rinse down the drain, and I think that’d be great, but I have no idea what it’d be made of, or how that a sprayed?-adhesive?-vegetable-based? matter would actually work…

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CD Haul and Proof that INTJ’s Aren’t Complete Cold-hearted Bounders

[Bounder. As you’ll see it’s a synonym for cad – which also works, but I feel it’s harsher… But this is what you get when I set about to find an alternate for “jerk.” Because seriously I don’t want to say that about anyone.]

Today, BT and I were out shopping (when we go sho – o – pping! 🎶) and we stopped by the library because I’d forgotten my phone — which makes sense only if I explained the long tale — and they had a book sale on!

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“Ours”

“Go! Go find your own spot this is Bread’s* and I’s spot… this is Bread & my spot.. this is Breads and mine…. You see? It’s really hard! And people look at me weird, but…”

“Yeah, it’s not Bread’s and mine spot – mine spot! lol – it’s ‘my spot’…” I chime in.

BT nods. He went from conveying a quick anecdote to remembering this pestering grammar problem.

“I’ve never found a solution to it, either!” He adds.

I’m already researching something so I add this on a new window as he gathers his last few things before heading out the door. My first search “blank and my noun” yields nothing, so I try an oddball, as my time is running short, and sometimes these “vernacular” (how people might ask tricky questions fed up with trying to “properly” state the search) work really well and produce answers from people encountering the same difficulty. I search instead “how to say ours”, which brings up this video.

I cannot ignore my curiousity – partly because I wonder if it will be pronounced correctly in the video – and click on it, and let it play.

“This is how you pronounce ‘ours’…” a computerized voice starts (though it sounds more like “arrs”) — “ours. ours. ours,” it continues.

BT has stopped gathering his stuff. “What is that?” he asks.

He stands beside me craning to take a look, holding his umbrella aloft over the couch; bag, slung over his shoulder. “It’s a video saying how to pronounce “ours”” I say.

“Ours.” The computerized voice repeats.

His face starts to transform, I start laughing, and lose it when, dumbfounded, he drops his umbrella from his hand – his shock and wonder mirrors my own.

As the computer repeats itself, he looks on in horrified wonder. His mouth turns into a perfect oval as he can’t decide to laugh, run away, or marvel. I’m laughing so much because his reaction is something I’ve never seen before, and priceless.

As the simple video finishes, he hurries on out, and says — even as I bring up Twitter to see if I will share this silly story there (or chicken out again, as I often do 🙂 ) — “That’s something you should blog!”

So here I am sharing this little silly tidbit with you. And this video of how to say “ours.”

(Though, if you have a solution for how to say “someone and my’s ____” we would welcome the input!)

*name changed for privacy

[[if you just page jumped scroll up 🙂 – I’m still learning the code, and it didn’t quite work, sorry!]]

Q&A:

Have you ever found something that shocked you but didn’t know why?

What is something funny that happened to you today? 🙂

Do you miss me blogging everyday? I seem to go very frequent or very infrequent, and not so good at in betweens, while simultaneously unsure about what’s best for my readership!


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Protect

Last evening as I brought Rimfire inside, BT asked if I wanted to go for a walk.

“It’s too cold. I thought about taking Rimfire for a walk tonight, but I’m thinking about taking him tomorrow, when it’s warmer.” I said.

Today, he was like, I’ve got to do this and this and this, and let’s go to the park and take a walk?

And so Rimfire got to not only go on a walk, but in the park along a trail. He was super excited. 😀

Now, I’m know most of you aren’t familiar with BT and I in person, but I’m not quite sure I can paint the picture we often paint on our outings. It’s a mixture between serious conversation, theorizing, randomness, and speaking about Rimfire.

I voted for the longer walk down the road to the trail. (Instead of parking at the trail’s head).

As we walked down the road, we saw a new addition to the park – a quite nice exercise circuit-thingy. Of course we tried it out 😛

Walking down the road, I saw a small wood sign, and tried to read it before I could make out the words “Beware of… Shame?”

Oh! “Beware of snakes.” Yeah, I knew that – they’d made sure to say that, I remembered the last times I was here.

BT read it, too, as he saw me trying to make it out, “Beware of snake.” he chuckled – “Just one snake?” The sign did say it singularly. While taking it seriously, we also had no idea what to look out for, rather than just look for snakes. We walked on.

I watched for snakes and ticks and pokey bushes as Rimfire explored. But he was really good, staying only along the edge.

“Good.” I mentally noted, “I won’t need to be concerned about checking for too many things on his person as we leave.”

We laughed as Rimfire kept switching sides to explore, and BT and I would switch places on the trail. But overall Rimfire did excellently – not pulling. 🙂

We finished that trail, and decided to take the second one. BT, for seemingly the first time, saw the signs naming the trees taxonomically – which means a lot more to me since transcribing for the Smithsonian.

We read those, and tried our Latin pronunciations out on the easy ones, before coming across a big sign of snakes and the ones to watch out for.

“Oh look!” BT said, “Here! Now we know what to look for.”

We read it and looked at the pictures (honestly, BT had more patience, and focus, because I despaired of being able to remember it once I stopped looking at it.)

“Hm!” BT said, and I was confident, if I couldn’t remember he would. We continued on our way.

Still I scanned each edge before Rimfire walked on it, and scanned our steps. All clear, like the last 3 times I’d come here.

Near the end of the trail, we stopped to read a sign that didn’t name a tree – it discussed the importance of fungi.

When we finished, instead of looking, I went ahead and stepped first, and Rimfire started to dash away, when BT’s arm came flying out at me, just catching my shoulder.

Half running into it and being grabbed by it’s insistent pressure backward, half understanding, I pulled Rimfire back to my side – all in a split second.

I looked over and BT was in a half walk – mid track, leaning forward, stock still.

I followed his gaze and saw a stick.

“Loook.” He said.

I looked.

I looked again.

A baby diamondback was in the trail. A few inches from where Rimfire was about to walk, not to mention directly in BT’s path. I knew from being warned many times, that baby snakes are more dangerous than adults.

Rimfire was snugged up against my side, his leash so short, his front feet barely touched the ground. He didn’t know the danger, but I could feel his trust in my – or rather BT’s – judgement, as he cooperated without a doubt.

We stood still for a moment.

The baby snake was also still.

The snake was about 2 feet in front of his feet. BT rolled a pine cone at it. It slowly moved it’s head in reaction.

“It’s alive,” he declared.

“All right, go ahead and walk around it,” he instructed.

I took Rimfire up in my arms, (taking no chances here), and we walked around the danger we’d so barely missed.

On our way, I could tell he was concerned because we talked about it. About seeing it. About the events leading up to it. About him seeing it and stopping us. About the snake. About how it was probably good to hold Rimfire for a while. And we rehashed it again.

I could tell.

“Okay! I’m ready to go, if you’re okay without another go around?” he said.

As we walked on the gravel road back, “I’m actually still shaken from that,” he said.

I think maybe we were both wearing brave faces – and obviously this is the concerning thing about enjoying nature, but we weren’t thinking that – and I’m still not, thankfully – but, I could tell he was shaken, and I knew my head was still dwelling, with concern on it.

It was a wide man-made trail. Nobody got hurt. It was one snake.

But BT just saved Rimfire’s life, or possibly mine, within a split second. His reaction stopped me and his first instinct was to stop us – knowing that Rimfire was in danger.

I thank God for this, and BT.

Nature is in no way, actually, blotted from this encounter. Which is good – one could cite many reasons not to ‘risk’ going outside, but I truly believe we are only truly alive if we do go outside, no matter how messed up it might be. We need it to be whole. (Okay that sounded really New Age – I didn’t mean it like that. XD )

But, I have now seen my first snake. And I’m very glad for that guide that the trail-maintainers put up and maintained. And I’m very glad BT was looking out for us. And I’m very, very glad he didn’t take his next step which was right in front of the baby.

So yeah, there’s my first snake encounter story! Surprisingly mild, in the end, thank goodness!

Q&A:

What’s a close call or scary encounter you’ve had outside?

 


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A Day of It – Yesterday

So, it started that morning.

My ride to my test – BT – is not, I repeat not, a morning person. But my test time was making them get up early.

There’s been a few times where they’ve overslept and they’ve been like “Why didn’t you wake me?!?” and I’m like… because, you like sleeping?

So, I’ve got the repeated encouragement to give ’em a wake up call if I think he’s not awake when I think he wants to be.

Ten minutes before we were supposed to leave, and he wasn’t up.

Knock knock.

“What?”

“Do you know that it’s 10 minutes till?” I said.

“Ye-aaah.” Like, “Of course. Why do you think you need to tell me?”

When I come back from getting Rimfire settled, he’s like “Of course I didn’t know. “Oh yeah, I know” he said mocking himself. IT TAKES ME 10 MINUTES TO GET DRESSED. I know it’s 10 till, but… agh!”

He apologized again in the car.

And then again, “‘Yeah, I know!’ No, no, I didn’t. Why am I being an ass again?”

On a quick stop on the way to the test, I wanted to put some music on. But what?

I realized I had a music swell running through my head, and that piece of music was what was making me want to put music on. Wait, I know that swell! It’s Last of the Mohicans!!

I started it playing, and BT came back to the car.

“WOAH. NICE.” He said. “Let’s make taking this test h-EPIC!!!” he said, changing his voice on the last word to a subdued husky shout. “Once more into the breach!”

Then he said, as we pulled out, “We SHOULD do that!!!”

Do what? I thought.

“Soldier’s lying on a field, his guts spilling out, ‘Mommy! Mommy’…. ‘The math is too hard!’ Standing on a field — failure — all around.”

Aw, man, and then he had an epic speech, my brain said it’d remember, but I don’t.

“Oh! And then have you, clones of you, armed with a calculator and a pencil spear.”

It was awesome, and though I didn’t know where he was going with the first sentence, I followed him at the end. I thought it would be a totally cool idea. 🙂

The test itself went well, and BT had already had the idea of burning some textbooks no one could use, that night. We’d already tried to donate them and other things, but too old, and too boring (Management Strategies, Dynamic Leadership, Workbooks)…

“What better way to celebrate finishing a test than burning textbooks?” he said, though the actual doing of the deed we all winced at.

While we were in the town the test was in though, we went shopping.

(After Starbucks! 🙂 )

We even strolled around PetSmart – though my family doesn’t like pet stores, rescues, etc., because of the smell – and we planned out dog clothes. Practical dog clothes. A type of conversation I would not expect to have with either of us who deign to come down to the level usually associated with dressing up one’s dog. Like the – You’re dog is NOT a human, level.

Anyways, it was cool talking with him about it, and seeing what collar he thought would be best for Rimfire.

Returning home, we wanted to spend some time outside, so after doodling on my laptop while lounging on my bed, we played frisbee. Which was great fun.

Then we had the fire.

I had a chocolate croissant from Starbucks, PB & J for lunch, smores for dinner. It was an epic treat day. I ate foods I hadn’t had forever, played outside which is my favorite thing to do, had a fire, and had a great time with my family.

Then we read some Christmas short stories.

BT and returned home to get dinner or whatever. He showed me a book that was beyond cute and clever. It was so awesome I couldn’t handle it. “Bats at the Beach” was it. It was a great delivery system that BT would read the words and then show me the illustration, and yes, it’s a kid’s book, but the illustration was sooo clever and adorable!!!

We watched an X-files, and I went to sleep to Inspector Lewis.

Test. Over.

Day. Awesome.

 


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Nerf Battle

“So, no Nerf battle tonight?” he said.

My hands were chilled, my core felt like it was dropping 10th of a degree at a time. “No… no, actually, I’m ready for it. I’ve been sitting for a while.”

3 hours of studying, and probably about an hour and half trying learn how to code tables in html – I was ready to move around.

“What?”

“I’ve been sitting for a while, so I’m ready to move around.”

So, it was settled. He went and got even more Nerf supplies than we’d had 2 nights ago when we did our first Nerf battle since finding our revolvers. It’d been 3 years since we’d both had ours, and he was taking full advantage of the situation, like we never had before.

It was great fun, again, with me losing most games, and him having unprecedented accuracy. The revolver is so accurate, versus any other Nerf gun he owned.

Then he dropped this helpful bit of info – “I was tracking you perfectly! I was like she’s going to be… there… and then!”

This harkened me back to Redwall days. “Duck bobble & weave” was what the hares always instructed newbies. I’d completely neglected these basic principles.

I smiled inwardly, as we set up for the next game.

I was on.

Ducking, bobbing, weaving. Ducking, weaving. Bobbing and ducking.

That was what my brain repeated “Duck, bobble, weave, duck…” I saw his face as he passed by and heard him exclaim, “What????”

I was foiling his plans! And also…

I analyzed my movements and started cracking up.

I was not ducking – bobbing – and weaving. I was duck-bob-weaveling. I would duck, weave my torso back and forth, and wave my Nerf gun in the air.

When I went to take a shot, I would duck, aim, then start the whole misinterpreted dance all over again.

I told him what had happened after we finished and we had a good laugh over it.

Then he said how it looked from his perspective.

“Now that you mention it, I noticed that.

I remember passing by, and looking, and going” he imitated his seeing me  in slow motion, “and it was like hashtag #What The! It was so funny it was just like WHAT the?!?”

Then as we kept losing Nerf darts, he mentioned about how we’d probably find them when we move. “But then we wouldn’t care, anymore.”he said.

I went, “Awwww 😦 ”

And he said, “Oh, no! I just meant, ‘We’re moving, oh- there’s a dart, well, just throw in the trash’ you know?’ Nah, no… I’ll be 80 and we’ll be like — Aaaaahhh” as he imitated an old man playing Nerf, and getting hit in the chin bravely “and you’ll be like ‘Haaaa! [x#] of years younger!!!’ We should DO that! Go to nursing homes and have Nerf battles…”

It made me glad he saw us still playing Nerf battles when we are that old.

And it also made me realize. I feel like I’ll be all alone, navigating that territory by myself, when I’m old. And there seems little reason to live with the old age I see, and hear, others experience (sorry, wonderful old people).

But if life goes as typical (which is what I’m concerned about), then he will be in it, too, for a good long time.

At the very end, he said, “Well… I guess that’s it.” I didn’t really know what he was aiming at since we were both tired, and realized the lateness of the hour. He went on, “Well, I guess I just hoped Mom would be home and she’d have joined us.” Awww.

So, vell zat was fun!