dreams

Last night I dreamed Tim and I were camping and Donald Trump was camping too, and I was going to make pulled pork for him. I kept being annoyed because the size of the pork I was cooking (in this giant cooking machine I could walk into) kept changing and then at one point I found 90% of the piece of pork in the garbage. I never got to eat any.

I also dreamed I argued with my sister Shannon, a really big fight where we said a lot of things. I was trying to walk with the baby, my bank card, my purse, and something else and she had nothing in her hands but expected me to carry a surf board too. I yelled at her that she was selfish. In the end of the dream it changed so she was a little boy and I had kicked him out of our family and house.

I'm his other daughter

Tim ended up seeing one of Reagan's friends when they were out for a quick bite to eat before the Valentines day dance. Her friend's grandma took pictures and asked Tim if he was on facebook so she could send him the pictures. (She was surprised he was, I don't think a lot of people are in their area)

Tim got this message from her: I will be sending the pics of the dance at the Betty Queen Center! If this is the Daddy to Reagan! It doesn't look like Reagan in the pic though! Reagan has the blond curls! It must be another daughter!

HAHAHAH, it's me.

Tim wrote back: Hi Sharla - thanks for finding me! The person in my profile picture is my wife (Reagan's stepmom) - but she will be thrilled that you thought she was my daughter.

I took a few photos at the dance that I'll send as well. Not sure how well they came out, but we'll see.

She replied: LOL! Your wife! YOU GO! She looks GREAT!

I told him he should write back and say "You should see her in real life".. cause I sure don't think I look like his daughter! :P

The picture:



I told Tim she was probably hoping he was single... ;)