I had a dream Friday night that I won a beautiful, dark red, convertible corvette for Mr. Dazee. Its his dream car (of which I'm sure it is many men's). I was a smidge sad when I woke up and it was just a dream. He was so excited and happy.
So, I'm thinking, if any of you are doing a corvette giveaway, please let me know. I would love to try for that one. Maybe my dream was a premonition of a big win on a giveaway. Or Not, most likely.
I also won a boat. It was an awesome boat. One like I've never seen before. I'm thinking it's because my good friend Christy has a boat. Ok, her husband has a boat.
Speaking of Christy. The other day we were texting away. I decided that she needed her own ring tone, so I'm searching through my sounds to find one. The thing was, I kept pushing the freaking green call button instead of the menu button. After 3 times of luckily seeing it before it went through, my luck ran out. Oh, I got to the list of sounds, but then all of the sudden, there is a strange "sound" coming from my phone.
"Dazee, Dazee, is that you".
Ummm, since when did that sound show up on my phone. Hmmm. Look at my phone, dang, I've connected with her mad mind. Yikes. What do I say?
"Well, hello Christy, so nice to finally put a voice to your texts"
(that was me pretending to be like, yeah, I called you on purpose)
Ok, I fessed up.
Told her I really didn't mean to call her. Why, you ask? Because, well, the thing is, I'm actually kind of terrified of talking to people in person. Not like in person, but on the phone. I'm always afraid that I will sound stupid and dumb and they can't see my face and then they will be like, omg, she is such a farce, and then they will defriend me, and block me from their phones and I will be all sad and crying and I will end up not blogging anymore, and .......
whoa, hold on there cowgirl...
But guess what? She didn't do any of that. Turns out she had wanted to call me but was afraid I would be all, "why the hell are you calling me you weirdo". We talked for quite a while and it felt like we had been friends forever. We made plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas, ok, we didn't, but it sounded good, right. I had a blast and now we text even more than we did before.
I bet some of you are thankful I don't text you. I'm a text stalker. I will drive you c.r.a.z.y. I will randomly just say something.
Just like another friend I have recently made. You know her as Boobies. She texted me the other night that she was semi-drunk. I answered her back. "You are drunk in a semi?' And oh my, I can't even tell you where it went from there, except that we need to sell the movie rights to someone. :)
I love how the blogging world has made it possible to make friends all over the world. Now, if texting to places outside of the US was part of my unlimited texting plan, even more of you would be on my stalking list.