Thursday, April 28, 2011

Rodeo in the top bunk?

Time for MamaKat's Writer's Workshop again...                                                                             

This Week's Prompts:
1.) Describe a time you spoke up for someone who couldn’t speak up for themselves.
2.) The Royal Wedding…ten gift ideas.
3.) What is going on in the bedroom? Describe a memorable sleeper.
4.) Photo Story: Take a walk through your neighborhood this week and share some pictures of what Spring looks like where you live.
5.) Something embarrassing that happened at school.
Bonus Vlog Option!
6.) Tell us the story behind the title of your blog. What is it? What inspired it? What other options did you consider? Are you happy with it?
So I LOVE the idea of a Vlog (that's a video blog for my readers who weren't sure-LOL!) I don't love the idea of myself in one! Especially since I blog anonymously! But, for the record, I'm kinda proud of the name for my blog even if some people don't get it.  I can already see what a journey it's been for me in ways I never imagined. And what's really cool is, it has served a purpose I intended for it to serve (an outlet for me to communicate with other wives and moms), and LOTS more that I never expected.  Don't ya just love when that happens?

I do!

BUT~ you know what's even cooler (is that a word when used to mean something other than that container that keeps your drinks cold?)???!!! 
This week, I can write about an entry that's sort of two of the above prompts at once, #3 and #5!
So here goes...
For me, college was the first time I really had to share a room with anyone.  I mean there were the occasional church youth trips, and that science and math program I did for 4 weeks one summer, but long-term room sharing, pretty much never.
This might have been the first clue for me that I'm a little selfish and don't always play well with others, BUT, that's another post entirely!
So anyway, I don't remember all the details of this situation, but I do remember a conversation that went something like this:
Roomie: You must have had some crazy dreams last night.
Me: Ummm...I don't really remember...why?
Roomie: Have you ever been to a rodeo?
Me: (I'm sorry...what is she talking about?) No~why????
Roomie: You really don't remember? 
Me: NO! If I did I wouldn't keep asking! Just tell me what I did!
Roomie: You sat bolt upright in bed, slapped your hand on your thigh several times (she demonstrated for me) and said "WooHoo!"

NOW~ tell me that ain't embarrassing?!
To this day, I have no idea what triggers my sleep talking but maybe I do it when I'm really tired.  Usually, even before this incident, I would wake up when I spoke out loud.  I truly have no recollection what-so-ever of this event but have no reason not to believe her.
I must say, if the situation had been flipped, I'd have woken her up with my rolling-on-the-floor laughing, because that must have been HILARIOUS!
So, now you know...
PLEASE don't tell!
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  1. hee hee that is so hilarious! I bet your roomie STILL tells that story...