The Joys of Foods of Dubious Origins (and of dreaming of others' happiness)

I had my first gyro today. It was at this place called the Mona Lisa across from the Horseshoe...why they call it that when they sell Greek food is beyond me. Oh, well. Anyway, I could see into the kitchen and I noticed this cylinder turning around this upright oven-thingy. It was...well, I don't know what it was, but it looked strangely like a huge mass of dog food right after you shake it out of the can. And then, when it got dark brown, the guy scraped it off and started to cook it on the grill. It was then that it occurred to me that this was gyro meat. And that is why they call it gyro meat and not steak, which is what it looks like.

Well...I eat hot dogs. And hot sausage. You don't wanna know what they put in that stuff. It's totally gross...but yummy processed goodness. :)


The other night I dreamed I was the maid of honor at my sister's wedding. It was strange for several reasons.

1. My sister has sworn up and down that she will never marry. I don't know if that's changed recently, but that was the story last time I checked. I don't blame her. A good man is hard to find.

2. I have never had such a detailed dream in my life. I can tell you what I had on, what she had on, what the bridesmaids had on, the floral arrangements, the pose and background of the engagement photo her fiancee showed me....it was ridiculous how vivid it was, like it could have really happened. (Oh, by the way, it was all purple...except for my dress. It was...say it with me now....pink, of course.)

3. I remember feeling insanely happy the whole time, like it was my wedding. I think that's the way I'd feel if I ever do get to see Jennifer get married, but that brings me to my next question...WHY THE HECK AM I DREAMING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S WEDDINGS? I mean, shouldn't I be dreaming about my own, especially if it's gonna be so vivid? I think it's cause of the decision I made a couple of weeks ago...to give up my pursuit of guys. It's not like I'm giving up dating...if the right guy asked me out, I'd say yes...but I think it's more of my mindset. At one point in my life, every guy I was remotely chummy with was a potential boyfriend. Sounds harmless enough, but man, it's tiring wondering "Does he like me too?" or "When should I make my move?". I think college is the first time I've really had guy friends without that stigma hanging over our heads, and I enjoy those relationships a lot more. There was a time when I was obsessed with finding Mr. Right...I think all girls go through that in some shape or fashion, some more than others. Now I see other things are more important, like my friendships, my relationship with God, my family...and I actually sat myself down and asked myself the question I never wanted to seriously ask herself: "If I never marry, can I accept that and still live a full, joyful life?" And finally, the answer is yes. It might be hard sometimes, but I can be okay with it. I'm growing so much as a person...and I'm loving God more and more every day...with one less distraction. Sure, it'd be great to have a boyfriend, but I want to live my life to the fullest with what I have right now, at this moment. So, I'm not shutting the door, but I'm not waiting at it either. I think I'm happier this way.