No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

Okay, so there weren't any monkeys or jumping.

Brett likes to pick me up and throw me around because he's almost twice my weight, so it's easy for him to do. We were watching TV on our bed last night and he decided that he would threaten to throw me off the bed. He wrapped his arms around me, rolled me over him, and started rocking back and forth on his back and telling me that I was going to fall. He rocked a little too far toward the edge, lost his balance, and we both fell off the bed. I started laughing and he says "ow." Part of our wall sticks out, like a pillar, and he scrapped his thigh againt the corner. He also fell on his arm. The sweet part (yeah, there's a sweet part in all this crazy madness!) after he said "ow" he looked up at me with a little pain in his eyes, and said "Did I save you?" I just thought he broke my fall because I was on top. I looked at where I landed... just away from the part of the wall that sticks out and I was sitting right outside the doorway of our bathroom, away from the wall. As we were falling, he had time to process all this in his head, and found a safe place for me. If it were me, I would just panic and fall. Which I actually did. This was like his second attempt to play around with me and scare me about falling last night. The first time, I shifted my weight toward the wall and fell on my own. Yeah, that's how I panic and make things worse! I just thought it was sweet that he thought about protecting me... even though it was his fault that we fell. It's still hilarious that he fell with me, got hurt, and I left without a scrape, but that's thanks to him too.

Not So Sweet Dreams

I've never had recurring dreams before, but lately I've been having dreams with the same message. I've had 4 (that I remember) in less than 6 months. I'm happy in my dreams, like verge of tears happy, but when I wake up and realize it's not real, I feel sad and disappointed. I wish these dreams would go away because it's just a reminder of what an idiot I'm being.

Hello Fall!

It was in the upper 90's to low 100's last week, but it actually feels like Fall today. It's a bit chilly outside, but I like it. I'm looking forward to the leaves changing. I'm sad to see Summer go, especially since I didn't get to enjoy it like I did before. I guess I have to get used to not having a pool. Oh well.

I went to wedding #4 of 4 this year on Saturday. I teared up at the 3 other weddings, but became a blubbering baby at this one. It was a Punjabi wedding for one of my old coworkers. She looked so gorgeous in her traditional wedding dress. Everything was so extravagant and beautiful. During their first dance, I burst into tears. They were just holding hands and stepping from left to right. It was so sweet and innocent. This was probably the 3rd or 4th time they've seen each other because it was sort of an arranged marriage, but they talked on the phone like all the time. I'm sure that just holding hands sent tingles down their spines because it's practically new. I remember the first time Brett held my hand... I blushed and probably had the biggest, goofiest smile on my face. I'm just so happy for her. I remember the times when she came to me to vent, advice, and the unfortunate tears over heartbreaks. It's great to see her happy and that she found someone that will love and care for her. After their first dance, they asked couples to join them. Brett and I went up and I stopped crying until I looked over at the new couple toward the end of the song. They were dancing closer and finally looked comfortable in each other's arms. I saw their love and new step in their relationship blossom right in front of my eyes.

Brett left for his first work trip today. He's in New Mexico at the Los Alamos National Laboratory. What a neat experience. I wish I got to travel a little for my job. I hope I don't have to get used to it though. I really can't remember the last time I spent a night without Brett, and have never been in our house by myself. I'm a little scared... not that our house is a mansion, but it's big enough to where I don't care to be alone. I didn't even tell Brett that I was afraid to be in our house by myself, but yesterday, he reminded me to turn on the alarm when I got home. I thought that was sweet. I'm sure he sensed my uneasyness.

I know Brett and I won't be getting married anytime soon, but after the 4 weddings I attended this year, his brother's next year, and his brother's fiance giving me bridal magazines to look at, I can't help but think about what I would want at mine. The more I think about it now, the more we can hit the ground running after the proposal, right? ;) But, thanks to Pandora, I have fallen in love with this song. It probably won't be our first dance song or walking down the aisle song (maybe instumental version), but maybe the song I would want when I ask all the other couples to join us.