What's your question?

Are you single?
When are you going to find someone and settle down?
Oh he's cute!  What does he do?
Are you two going to move in together?
When are you getting engaged?
When are you getting married?
When are you going to start having kids?
How many kids are you going to have?
When are you going to have another baby?

Sometimes I just want to tell people to shut the hell up.  For our entire adult life we answer stupid questions like this because people can't be happy for us in the here and now.  As soon as you answer one question, they're ready and waiting with another one for you.  When Steve and I were dating, everyone kept asking when we were going to get engaged.  We dated for 3 years and for some people I guess that was "too long".  Personally, I loved it because we really got to know each other and we had no doubts that we wanted to spend our lives together.  For some people though, I guess we didn't move along the path fast enough.  Now that we're getting close to our wedding, people are asking the baby questions.  Why is it anyone's business when we plan to have kids?  I don't mind discussing this with my close friends, but with complete strangers?  It's just weird.  A lady at a party last night spilled her guts to me about trying to conceive with her husband.  Um, I'm sorry, but I don't want to hear about your sex life or invitro fertilization process when I'm enjoying my buffalo chicken dip.  I just want to enjoy being married for a hot minute before everyone starts pushing me towards "the next step".  Many of my friends have adorable children, and I'm very happy and excited for them, but I'm just not there yet.  And I will not apologize or make excuses for it.

I will step off my soapbox now.  :)

Nightmares

I've always experienced very vivid dreams.  I'm surrounded by familiar people and places in full color, and I always second guess that it happened when I wake up.  It really creeps me out.  In college I would take naps in the afternoon and have dreams that would rival a drug-induced hallucination.  Usually I really enjoy my dreams though.  Sometimes I can run super fast, or fly, or even see family members again who have passed away.  I consider it a little gift from God that I can spend time with these people again.

However, this gift has felt like a curse lately.  I'm having nightmares that are sending me into a panic and causing me to wake up in a cold sweat.  Last night I was reading before bed and fell asleep for about 30 minutes with my bedroom light still on.  I dreamed that I was watching a DVD at my parent's house and the movie kept changing to reveal another rotting dead person on the screen.  I wanted to turn the movie off, but the girl on the screen wouldn't let me!  I was screaming for my mom (like a scared 5 year old) but no one heard me.  Again, it wouldn't be that bad if I didn't feel like I was actually there!  When I woke up, I realized I was completely alone in MY house and I was fine, but then I was too freaked out to sleep.  When I finally did go back to sleep, I started dreaming the reoccurring theme that has been popping up lately.  I'm having wedding nightmares.  I used to do this before a big event like prom or graduation.  I think I panic that something will go wrong, and my anxiety comes out in my dreams.  Last night I dreamed that I was having a destination wedding on an island.  I was trying to do my own hair and nothing was working out.  My mom ended up styling my hair and it looked ridiculous.  Then Steve and I got married right in the surf and my dress was completely ruined.  We didn't have a photographer either, so again, my mom took pictures which turned out horrible.  After the ceremony, Steve took off to hang out with his friends and I was left alone.  I went back to the hotel to change into regular clothes and ended up going to my reception alone.  A little later, I tried to find my hotel room again to see if Steve was there, and I ended totally lost in a huge gift shop or something.  SO WEIRD!  Does this happen to other people?  All I know is, I get married in 78 days so hopefully after that, my dreams will go back to normal.  You know, like when I can fly and stuff...

What's in a name?

Labels are kind of silly, but I found out today that there is actually a name for me and my funky diet. I'm officially a strict Pescatarian, meaning a person who does not eat red meat, poultry, dairy, or eggs, but does eat fish and seafood. I even joined a Pescatarian group on my favorite website: Sparkpeople.com. We swap advice and recipes and pretty much show some love for others who have made the same choice. It just makes me feel like I'm not alone or crazy for choosing this nutrition plan. Yay!

*Side Rant:
I tried a new sushi place tonight called Sushi & Spice. It's right across from CNU and I pass it every day on my way to work. My curiosity got the best of me on my way home tonight so I decided to stop in. I placed an order for take-out and was told the wait would be about 15 minutes. I figured that was no big deal because I needed to make a phone call anyways. After a huge glass of water and 35 minutes of waiting, I FINALLY got my food and bill. First of all, I was charged $20 for 3 sushi rolls. Ridiculous! Second of all, 35 minutes is too long for sushi. Sorry. Finally, the food was terrible! The sushi rice was falling apart, my Spicy Tuna was completely bland, and the California Roll tasted about as fresh as a toilet paper roll. I think I'm going to write a nasty review on Yahoo. I don't usually do that, but come on people!