dreams for plans

two nights ago, i had the most satisfying sleep ever. i was really tired, and my bed was cold (i LOVE love LOVE a cold bed) and i slept without interruption. when i woke up 8.5 hours later, i was so rested, it was unbelievable. last night was not so great, my bed wasn't as cold (i've learned the trick to a cold bed is to keep the room cold during the day and i had turned the heat up yesterday - damn my cold feet!), BUT i do feel i've done good by the next guests in this hotel room. see, it really bothers me that king size hotel beds get a little soft on the sides, so when i stay in hotels, i make sure to sleep in the middle of the bed. my small attempt to re-even out the mattress. i'm at least pleased by that.

i got a little tingle of excitement when i read the news yesterday - i read the headline Duckworth to the VA and instantly thought, "they're doing a story on the mighty ducks!" you see, the mighty ducks was one of my favorite movies growing up. "right away, mr. duckworth! quack, quack, quack, mr. duckworth!" i know these line quotations because my brothers got me the mighty ducks trilogy for christmas. i LOVE reminiscing! anyway, i had a crush on banks in the first one. i even had this green mighty ducks t shirt that i used to wear with green jeans. this was in 7th grade and all my friends used to say that wearing green meant you were horny. i dont think we knew what that meant. in any case, i was HOT in those green jeans. so i go to read the article about Duckworth and the VA and it turns out, no, it's not at all about the mighty ducks. there really is someone named DUCKWORTH. can you believe that? i'd go on about what a funny last name that is, but turns out this woman lost her legs in Iraq. eek.

but then thinking about the mighty ducks made me think about my other long-loved movie, ladybugs. i loved jonathan brandis growing up. this was not a crush, like on banks from the mighty ducks, i literally loved jonathan brandis. or as much as any 11 year old can love someone. i had posters of him all over my bedroom walls and i used to talk to him. aloud. clearly he wasn't there with me. i remember my little brother, eric, walking into the kitchen hearing me talking, "who you talking to? jonathan brandis?" "yes." "ok." then he'd walk out like it was no big deal. well, it wasn't a big deal. he's the only person i've ever pictured marrying and i think it kind of has to do with the fantasy wedding scene in ladybugs. i know this because i just watched the movie yesterday. i hate to admit it, but i got to thinking about it last week and realized i wanted a copy of it, so i ordered it from netflix. i haven't seen the movie in 15 years or so, and ... well let me put it this way. when i first got my netflix account, i went through and rated all the movies i had ever seen. since i loved ladybugs growing up, i gave it 5 stars (out of 5). after re-watching it in my adulthoot, i realize i should probably have given it 2. but i won't change the rating. i brings back so many memories. sigh... and it's actually kind of sad. jonathan brandis is no longer with us thanks to a rope in his bedroom closet. in his memory, i'm adding this montage i found of him on youtube.

speaking of crushes, i have a new one. or should i just say crush? i think i peaked too young, i can't remember the last time i had an actual standing crush. do people get crushes at my age? i don't even know if thats normal. anyway, my new crush is a product of what i spent yesterday doing: watching Dog the Bounty Hunter on A&E all day. like 5 hours worth. very sad. but it's kind of hard to stop! these tv stations reel you in with funny looking people and then get you to stay by playing hours of nonstop shows! no fair! so, no, my crush is not on Dog (i don't get the sunglasses with dangly things - what is that??), but his son, Duane Lee Chapman. He's like a big, built jason bateman. he's so cute! and he's the silent giant type. he rarely talks on the show. can you see me dating a bounty hunter? i could be the stay-at-home-cooking-wife, "did you get the bad guy, honey?" kiss him and hand him a beer when he walks in the door ... yeah, i can't picture it either. one can dream, though. one can dream.

which brings me to my final subject of the day. future plans. last night, i talked to my friend, kevy-wevy (who prefers not to go by my personalized moniker but unless he comments more, will have to live with it), about me being a criminologist or fbi profiler. can't you see that as my next career? i think it would be so fun chasing serial killers! and then when i get really good, i could write books about all my dangerous experiences on the streets chasing the derranged. and then i could go on A&E and talk about bad guys' thought processes. it'll be great! kevin wondered why i wanted to do this and i said, "well, i'm really interested in serial killers. i could just go to quantico and work for them." he pointed out that me becoming a profiler is like him deciding to become an astronaut (he's in law school now). "i really like space, and think i'd like to hang out at that nasa place, so i'll just become an astronaut." well, when you put it like that, anything sounds silly! another dream going up in smoke.