I'm working diligently on my favorite student post, really I am, but while you're waiting . . . can you keep a secret?
I'm thinking about moving to Ideeho?
I wasn't thinking about it when the weekend started. Probably because it started off just like every other weekend that I'm not thinking about moving to Ideeho.
Oh, except my husband was off-island.
And my twins started wearing profuse amounts of Gillette double protection deodorant, AXE body spray and Aspen cologne.
Other than all that it was a typical ho-hum weekend. Nothing strange or unusual.
Oh, except one of my sons woke up and declared, "I want a rooster!"
(There are no roosters in Ideeho are there?)
And one of my students declared "I want to be an English teacher!"
He then proceeded to explain why it would be the most exciting, fulfilling job in the world! "The ideas you get to contemplate! The people you get to know! The impact you get to make!"
His enthusiasm almost made me want to be an English teacher.
I didn't even start thinking about moving to Ideeho when I saw this. . .
Remember this kane spider that fell from my shower curtain into my tub 2 weeks ago?
Well I found his twin brother skulking across my ceiling yesterday. It took me thirty minutes of electric skin crawling, shoe banging, heart squealing agony to put him out of my misery. In the end I had to squirt him to death with triple action Resolve stain remover while I did the Irish River Dance around him. (At least my carpet is clean now (in spots)).
(They don't have kane spiders in Ideeho do they?)
So here's the scoop:
Last night I had a dream that I moved to Ideeho.
And I was bedazzled by it's beauty.
Have you ever noticed the vivid colors and geometrical configurations in the Ideeho sky in my dreams at twilight?
I'm telling you it's bedazzling.
In my dream I was jogging down the street through the snow and ice. I had smooth brown legs, bare feet and a broken ankle. I guess living in a state of perpetual bliss all these years has toughened me up because it didn't even hurt and I wasn't even cold. What's the big deal about snow and ice and broken bones anyway?
I could see my reflection in the store window fronts as I jogged along, but it wasn't me, rather it was the girl I've always wanted to be--no pretension--genuinely grinning, pleasant and unselfconsious--my soul was open to the world. And my smooth brown legs weren't bad either.
I must have been a regular Forrest Gump because other people began jogging with me--mostly surfer dudes with bleached out, disheveled hair.
I was leading them to BYU Ideeho, but I got lost and we ended up at an enormous roller coaster instead. Just as I was about to go for a ride, I woke up!
I've read dream interp books and I think I should move to Ideeho, buy myself a bedazzler and build an amusement park next to BYU-I.
Or maybe I should start an extermination/carpet cleaning business.
(Truth be told, I'd settle for the smooth brown legs.)