The X[mas]-Files

Have you ever seen such a gravity-defying and logic-less Christmas icicle? Don't say yes and make a liar out of yourself. I spotted this on the bumper of Carrie's car last week. A Christmas anomaly, most likely crafted and placed here by an intelligently superior non-human. You saw it here first.

Winter and Logan Main Street

We got four or five inches of snow between six and ten o'clock this morning. I'm so excited to see snow. Main Street and 200 North are nightmares, as those who know Logan can imagine, due to the Christmas shopping and icy conditions. It's funny how just about every single store in Logan is on the same street. The population continues to grow and Main Street gets worse and worse. I can't imagine what it's going to be like in ten years when we've got 50 percent more people, one main street, 6 Wal-Marts, no Targets, and 50 percent more wierdo's running up and down 1400 North pushing shopping carts full of rocks or hurling themselves through intersections backwards in wheel chairs at the wrong times. Logan's a funny little place.

Dream Big

My wife and I both had dreams the other night. The dreams were very different and exemplify a difference between Bryan and Carrie. I have been looking for a good job. Jobs are hard to come by these days and the search has been pretty discouraging at times. Poor Carrie worries a lot about it. She worries not so much because we need the money, but because she's worried what the rejection is doing to me. She gets nervous for me before interviews, and sometimes can't sleep because of it. She's very protective of me and I love her for it. But anyways, here's the story...

Carrie woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me she'd just had a really bad dream that I totally bombed an interview with a company I'd been interviewing with. When she woke me up, I was just finishing up a dream of my own.

In my dream, I was drawing a Big Mac with crayons on a blank sheet of paper, and I was very impressed with the detail I was able to get in the small pieces of lettuce. Underneath the hamburger I wrote in crayon:

Hi my name is Willey and I draw dragons and sometimes hamburgers.

Realizing the irony of how she was so stressed about my job interview, and how I was having the dream of a special-needs 5-year old, I started laughing so hard that I couldn't even tell her what my dream was about. It scared her because she couldn't tell if I was awake-laughing or asleep-laughing. When I was finally able to tell her about my McDream, she said in half-disgust "Oh my gosh," rolled over, and slept like a baby. I chuckled myself to sleep. I don't think she's worried quite so much about Ol' Bry ever since.