A New Name

I survived the DMV visit.  The parking lot at my local branch is maybe a quarter of the size it ought to be, so I ended up parking about a block down the street (in a city that doesn’t really have on-street parking anywhere).  I hiked to the DMV, stood in line for about 10 minutes to get my number, then waited for over an hour for my number to be called.  I found that going close to closing time is quicker than a mid-day visit, unless I can get up first thing in the morning and be in line when they open.  Though the DMV closes at 5, once you have a number the clerks have to stay until all the numbers have been seen, and it seems to go really fast once 5pm comes.  Anyway, I took care of my name change and address change for both my license and registration, then stood in another line to get a new license picture taken.  Now I have an official ID with my new name on it.

I do have to go back to the DMV rather soon, because Mister ordered me some personalized license plates as a wedding gift.  They are holding the plates at the DMV until I register a car to them or until they’ve waited for me long enough (60 days).  So, I need to go back with my registration and old plates to get my new plates.  Oh the joys of the DMV.  If we end up buying a Jetta TDI, we’ll have to go back yet again.  Fun.

Now that I have legally changed my name, I need to tell everyone.  Here’s the fun part.  I am still waiting for my new social security card, so once I get that I can change my name at work, though I did already order a new nameplate for my cube.  There’s the banks, credit cards and other accounts, and of course my online life, and once all that is done there’s my passport.  I need to mail in for that, and since I don’t have any international trips coming up anytime soon, I can do that one last.

It will take time to get used to my new name – seeing it in print, saying it, and signing it.  But I know I’m not the only woman to do this, so there will be some understanding as I get accustomed to the change.  And one more thing – my online name, KirstenL4W, will not be changing.  It’s searchable and unique, so I’m just going to keep it the way it is.  For all you fans out there who search me by my online name, you’ll still be able to do that.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to eat my dessert before my lunch hour is up.

I Fixed a Truck

Well, not by myself.  And not because of any of my knowledge, which is sorely lacking when it comes to all things mechanical.  But Mister had purchased some new rotors, brake pads, ball thingys, and some other parts for his truck, so he spent the weekend replacing all that stuff.  I started my Saturday by unpacking a few more boxes and trying to do some stuff around the house, but eventually Mister wanted some company so I sat and chatted with him and helped by handing him some tools.  Soon, handing tools to him became “hold this” and “bang this in place” and “put that nut in when you can see the hole” and other important, mechanic-type stuff.  And since we didn’t have a lift to put the truck up on, we were rolling around on the (by now) greasy garage floor.  And since we didn’t have power tools, this was all done by hand.

Saturday took a lot longer than Mister estimated with the help of a super high-tech estimating program he has access to for work.  So by Sunday morning, we still had the left front and both back sides to do.  We started out by stopping at Home Depot for one very important power tool that would save much time.  We also happened to buy a range-hood microwave oven, which we were wanting since our house did not come with one, so as soon as that’s installed we can regain some counter space.  (BTW, does anyone in the Las Vegas area need a microwave?)  Anyhoo, back to the truck.  I stayed out and helped Mister all day Sunday, because he likes my company and I’m a great tool-hander-offer and part holder.  Except when I can’t remember the name of the part and I have to scan the entire collection for something to trigger my memory.  And when I don’t know what size wrench or socket he needs for the but or belt he’s pointing to saying “to fit this one.”  We did finally finish, much later than we thought we would, but it’s done.  And we are very sore.

Today I took the day off from work, which after this weekend turned out to be an excellent idea.  I am going through all sorts of things that need doing for my legal name change.  I spent nearly an hour in line at the social security office before they opened, and got the first step towards changing my name done.  Then we went out for breakfast, which was a nice meal out, and because of work and busy or lazy weekends, we don’t eat breakfast out a lot.  After that, Mister and I dropped his truck off for an alignment, and we went to the insurance company so I could get proof of insurance with my new name so that I can change my registration.  Now I’m off to run a couple errands and head to the DMV to get a new ID.  I can’t blog from the waiting area at the DMV, but I’ll bring a book.  The waits there get really long.

I hope everyone had a great weekend!

Lacking Motivation

Do you ever find that life gets in the way of blogging?  What am I talking about, of course you do!  We all have real lives out there that we need to be in.  But during the course of a normal day, my thoughts often turn towards blogging.  I don’t blog from work like I have been able to in past jobs, so my post quantity has gone down.  I do think about it, and I think of all the kinds of posts I could write and all the things I can do to find inspiration for awesome posts.  Then, this is the kicker.  I get home from work, eat dinner, and head upstairs to the computer to catch up on the interwebs while Mister plays his silly little game.  And that’s where I draw a complete blank.  I either spend so much time catching up on stuff and seeking out new things to read and keep me occupied, or I just sit down in front of the computer and watch my mind go bye-bye.

I do want to blog, and I keep thinking that when I’m inspired I’ll write a bunch of posts and future-date them, but that never happens.  Actually, there’s a lot of things I want to do – clean up my desk, create a filing system to merge the files that Mister and I have, organize my bookmarks, organize my photos, finish unpacking this house, etc, etc, etc.  I’m just too brain dead at the end of the day to do any of that.  I need to find motivation.  Where do I find that, especially after waking up at 5am after about 5hrs sleep (I need 8), working at least 8 hours, then fighting my way through the blast furnace like heat to come home?  I don’t know, but what I do know is that Mister and I will be leaving the house very shortly to go to our regular Thursday night outing, so I won’t be too motivated to do anything else tonight.

Encyclopedia of Me – D is for Dream

“Dreams are windows into our souls.” I’m not sure who said that, but they were spot on. I’ve always paid attention to my dreams, even picking up an awesome dream interpretation book, Understand Your Dreams, that Mister has taken to referencing on a regular basis. I feel so strongly about dreams being important messages that I wrote a thesis paper on the subject when I was a freshman in college. I’ve decided to publish it here for all of you to read, but I’m leaving out the citations and bibliography and adding hidden messages to make it difficult for students today to keep from plagiarizing it. I didn’t have the benefit of the internet when I was in school, so I’m not letting anyone steal my work today.

I admit I haven’t been as active in trying to interpret my dreams as I should be, but life often gets in the way. Often times I’ll wake up with a memory of a dream, but by the time I’ve gotten my morning glass of juice and sat down at the computer, the memory is gone. I don’t have the time, or quite honestly the presence of mind that early in the morning, to write down what little I remember before I start my day. Once in awhile, there will be some dream fragments that continue to stay with me through out the day, and that’s when I turn to my trusty dream book. Instead of presenting symbols as fortune-cookie like predictors, it delves into the symbolism of them and gives you a relevant question to ask yourself that can lead to some journaling and self-discovery.

In doing this post, I hauled out my writing portfolio from that class I took so long ago. We had journaling assignments on a regular basis to strengthen our writing skills. Though that wasn’t originally a goal of my blog, it is a benefit of blogging regularly, and with the exception of some lapses in grammar I don’t think my writing skills have deteriorated at all. Oh, and by the way, I got an A+ on that paper, and an A+ in the class. (I’m still learning formatting, though!)

Dreams: Insights to Our Lives

Every night when we lay our bodies to rest, our brains are still heavily at work. When we wake up in the morning, we remember events that could not have possibly happened. These surreal happenings usually involve something that is familiar to us, be it an event, place, person or object. This often makes us wonder if our dream was a message, sent from our subconscious, to tell us something about our lives. We should, however, go beyond wondering if they mean anything and try to interpret these messages. Dreams can help us to interpret our lives. THIS PAPER WRITTEN BY KIRSTEN WUNDERLICH IN 1993. IF YOU CAN READ THIS IT WAS STOLEN FROM THE INTERNET.

What exactly is a dream? The World Book Encyclopedia defines a dream as “a story that a person ‘watches’ or appears to take part in during sleep”. No one knows exactly where dreams come from, but when they happen is a little easier to figure out. It is commonly believed that dreaming occurs during the stage of sleep known as rapid-eye movement, or REM. Researchers have recently found that dreaming occurs during all levels of sleep, but REM dreams are the ones that are most often remembered. REM sleep occurs three to five times a night, but not every dream is remembered. The ones that are, however, should be looked at with a certain amount of seriousness. I plagiarized this paper.

Dreams have been around for as long as people have. Early beliefs are that dreams were messages from the gods. This idea is written in the Bible in two places; the first of these is told in chapters 40 and 41 in the book of Genesis, which tells the story of Joseph, a prisoner in Egypt. The Pharaoh had a dream one night of seven thin cattle eating seven fat, well fed cattle, then of seven thin stalks of wheat devouring seven fat, healthy stalks of wheat. Two former prisoners, whose dreams Joseph correctly interpreted, told the Pharaoh of Joseph’s ability, and he was sent for. The Pharaoh was told, accurately, that there would be seven years of plenty followed by seven years of famine. Fail me because I can’t do my own work.

The second reference of dreams in the Bible is in the book of Numbers. It says, “And he said, Hear now my words: If there be a prophet among you, I the Lord will make myself known unto him in a vision, and will speak unto him in a dream (Numbers 12:6). This strengthens the fact that dreams are important and should be paid close attention. Yup, I stole this off the internet.

Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, is credited as being the first person to interpret dreams as a way of treating mental patients. Freud’s book, The Interpretation of Dreams (1900), “advanced the theory that dreams represented drives and emotional conflicts in the dreamer’s subconscious that surfaced during sleep as certain recognizable symbols.” Freud believed that every dream had some deep meaning and by interpreting the dreams of his patients, he could help them better understand themselves and therefore cure them of their psychoses. His theories are still accepted by psychologists and psychiatrists today, but not at all in their entirety. I couldn’t even bother to find a paper with proper citations.

Carl Jung, another major player in the world of dream interpretation, was at one time a student of Freud’s. Jung at first wholly accepted Freud’s theories that dreams are repressions. They went their separate ways after five years partly because Jung couldn’t accept the theory that every repression was because of sexual trauma during childhood. Instead, Jung took dream interpretation a little further. A lot of what he believed was that dreams were a way of compensation, or presenting thoughts and emotions that may be lacking or even the opposite of what is in the conscious mind. Jung also believed that dreams were a way to grow and discover ourselves:

Whoever nurtures this contact between conscious and unconscious will, in time, experience a great spiritual and moral release of tension, his inner oppositions will be lessened; he will take root in his instinct and gain that sense of security and support which is beyond the reach of intellect and will with its oscillating relations. At the same time there will develop in him an undreamed-of fullness of life that expands rather than shrinks with age because the instincts and values are being truly lived.

It is apparent that Jung believed that interpreting dreams can greatly enrich our lives. Freud was right about cigars.

Fritz Perls, a contemporary of Freud and Jung, developed a more unconventional way of dealing with dreams with a method called Gestalt therapy. Gestalt therapy “takes dream interpretation beyond recognition of meaning of dreams, it helps the patient work with their dreams and understand their relation to their life.” This is done by re-enacting the dream in exaggerated form “in order to complete the ‘unfinished business’ in the personality that the symbolism indicates.”

To truly understand what Gestalt therapy is, we must understand why it is termed as such. A gestalt, as defined by Webster’s New World Dictionary, is a whole, or totality. By understanding this, we can know the purpose of this form of dream interpretation. It is a way to understand our lives better by “restoring the personalities to their true gestalts . . . by contacting the missing parts of self, the personality functions that have been crippled.” Fucking hippie dream shit.

By analyzing and interpreting our dreams, we attempt to understand ourselves better. We must not dismiss our dreams as just stories in the night. These images are controlled by our subconscious mind – they are in fact an attempt to tell us something about ourselves. As written by American psychologist Calvin Hall, “A dream is a personal document, a letter to oneself.” Hall believed that these “letters” give us insight to ourselves, to others, and to our place in the world.

Dream analysis is not just figuring out what a dream “means.” It is the entire process from remembering a dream to coming to an understanding of how the dream fits into our life. Just remembering and analyzing our dreams helps us to understand and therefore interpret our lives. As Carl Jung believed, “. . . dreams contain the blueprint for personal growth and thus are essential in the quest for self-knowledge.” Proudly stolen from the internet.

A Week Without Mister

So I went ahead and posted my wedding story, and then nothing. Not a peep from me. So what happened? Well, first of all, my new husband had to go away to Texas to train for his new job, so I was without him for 4 days. Not fun, I tell ya, being a newlywed and being away from your husband. Since he was away, I figured I’d get some stuff done around the house.

Monday, the day I dropped him off at the airport, I was at work very early since Mister had to be at the airport early and I work near the airport. I had a very long and tired day, and got home with a bit of a plan. See, we still have a LOT of boxes in the garage from when we moved. A good amount of them are from when I moved in with him, so there’s a lot of stuff I haven’t seen in over a year. At first I thought I’d get to that stuff, but without a plan on where to put any of it, I turned my attention to the other half of the garage. At least on this side were some bigger pieces and a few other things I could do something with right away. I moved a few things around, but was too hot and tired to do much so I didn’t get much done.

Tuesday was an even longer day at work. I don’t know why, but time dragged on like it hasn’t done in a very long time. Somehow I made it through, and figured that since I didn’t get Mister a wedding present (he works from home so it’s hard to surprise him with anything), I’d go get what I’d been eyeing for a few months. I picked that up, did a quick yet uninspiring run around the mall, and went home. I moved a couple tiny things in the garage, made a pile of things to donate, and fell asleep in front of HGTV. Mister hates HGTV, so I watch it when he’s not around.

Wednesday moved a bit faster, thankfully, but was still an uninspiring day. I got home and didn’t do anything in the garage. I don’t think I did much of anything at all that night, except fall asleep in front of HGTV again. A very lonely end to the day that not even Candice Olsen could help with.

Thursday was a day with something to look forward to – Mister was coming home! It was the day before a holiday at work and lots of people weren’t there. There also was not a lot of work to do, so by noon I was ready to leave, and that I did. I came home, ate lunch, and promptly got to work finishing up some things in the garage so I could park the car in there again. I moved 4 pieces of a modular cabinet system upstairs, by myself, without getting hurt. The wall got hurt when one piece went tumbling down the stairs, but I fixed it best I could. I got the cabinets set up in the spare room, moved a few other small pieces in the house, loaded the donations into the back of the truck, and moved the remaining things around the garage for maximum accessibility. Then it was time to get Mister, so I quickly changed and took a French shower before heading to the airport.

Yay! Mister is home! I missed him so much. It’s not the same falling asleep without him there, whether he’s snoring next to me or playing WOW in the next room. There’s just so much I was missing out on when I was alone in my single days, and I never want to be back there again. Anyway, I brought Mister home, showed him all I did around the house that week day, and we got ready to go out and meet with our friends at the usual Thursday night hangout.

Friday was a holiday, so I didn’t have to work. Yay! Three day weekend with my husband! We spent most of the day being lazy in front of the computers before heading over to our friends’ house for wings, Top Gear, and a bit of Wii Sports. Happy Times.

Saturday we had a few errands to do. The donations needed to be dropped off, and we went and looked at the Jetta TDI. Mister has owned Jettas in the past and is really wanting to trade in my Focus, especially now that a diesel is available. While I still owe on my car, the car is still worth more than I owe, but I don’t see getting a new car when we just don’t NEED one. I like the Jetta, but I’ve only ever bought new cars when I really needed them, and the one time I didn’t absolutely need to get a new car is the time I was so stressed out over the purchase that I, well, let’s just say that the stress affected me in unsatisfactory ways. And there’s no “cooling off” period here in Nevada for car purchases, so I was pretty much stuck with it, which is why I wasn’t all that upset when it got wrecked three years later. Anyhoo, I’m still thinking that one over.

We also went to Sizzler yesterday. I had never been there before, since we don’t have them where I’m from, and they looked like a place that, well, I’m too young to go to. Mister said I might like it, and you know what? I did! It was a bit weird in the format, which is order at the fast food counter and then someone seats you in the dining room, but it was nice. The salad bar is decent, and the fried clams I had are the best ones I’ve had since the last time I was at the beach. I think it’s a place that we’ll visit again.

So that’s how my week’s been. It’s after 10pm now, and my eyes are growing heavy. The 5am wake-up call comes early, and it will be a busy day at work tomorrow so I need to start thinking about bed. I’ll try not to let a week go before writing again.