Over the last month I've been randomly talking with Ece, my friend from Turkey quite a bit. I adore her and am happy for the rekindled conversations. I've always felt a strong connection with Ece. I feel like she gets the way my crazy mind works and every now and then when we connect we try to create a window into our worlds for the other to see. With her it isn't talking... it's a story exchange. I'm hoping a visit to Turkey this year works out. I've never been to Turkey and welcome the chance to get a closer look into Ece's fabulous world of Istanbul and the busy life of a Biochemical Engineer. How glamorous. ;)
I hardly ever remember my dreams, but for some reason for the past few weeks I have. Normally I would welcome the "Abbey home movies" but they are all strangely disturbing. I'd like to think of myself as a happy, balanced person who is more likely to dream of flying, cotton candy and talking rabbits. But lately it's been the death of random people I don't know? Do you know that feeling, when you wake up and mourn for the loss of... wait... why am I so sad? I don't even know who (insert name here of imaginary dream guy or gal)... Sometimes I do wonder if in another life we did know these mystery people.
So I've been doing really well with the workout plan and eating healthy. But then THIS week happened. There I was going about my normal day, driving home from work. Then from across the street I could hear the malicious Chinese restaurant calling to me. And of course my ESP and psychic abilities kicked in and I just knew that the Sweet and Sour chicken was waiting for me. **sigh** It won this time, but next time it might not be so lucky!
