Supliminal Messeges

The other day a friend of mine posted this advertisement for salad dressing on my Facebook page. I LOL'd her back like you do when someone post unwanted crap to your wall and accused her of trying to get me in trouble with my husband. After the comment I put it out of my mind (or I thought I had) and went on with my day. I was busy that night with craft stuff (not as in salad dressing, but as in scrap booking). The next morning when I woke up, I was tired. I felt like I had fought a war or something, then I remembered.... I HAD!!!! I had the most amazing dream. I dreamed I was this Laura Croft kind of gal. Just like in real life I was married to... Mighty Mike, who was bulked up a bit in my dream... You know.... bulging biceps and such. He had sexy scars all over his arms, which just sent me into overdrive. We lived in the coolest glass house, and had an outdoor bedroom with a swimming pool. We were so... Very good together.... at hmm, fighting off bad guys who attacked our home and tried to kidnap our son who looked just like young Luke Skywalker. We ran like vampires, but operated like Navy Seals, even had a cool helicopter. I guess it was just another weird Ambien fueled dream of mine (darn it), with a dash of subliminal messages thrown in to make it interesting. I double checked the kitchen this morning to make sure I hadn't been sleep eating again. The kitchen was salad free. Chalk it up to my wild imagination making life interesting in the most entertaining of ways.

Cookie Dunkie is Back

The other day I stood in front of the vending machine trying to determine what the power food of the day would be. I opted for a single serving of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip cookies. When I headed back to my office the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted my direction and brought back a childhood memory long forgotten. I remembered sitting at our little coffee table in the living room, watching cartoons with a little stack of chocolate chip cookies and a cup of coffee. My mother or brother had taught me the art of dunking you cookie into the coffee until it melted in your mouth in awesome deliciousness. That was a bad memory to be brought back to the surface. The last week, my breakfast and lunch have consisted of Cookie Dunkie and judging from my hips, that is not a good thing.

Good Day

Today we packed up our baby boy and his girlfriend and headed to OCCC to enroll him. We talked a little on the way, but mostly they listened to music with their ear buds. My oldest son met us at the school. After initial hugs and kisses the three of them walked to the main building as we lagged behind. The three of them were suddenly very chatty, talking about classes and stuff. I looked over at my husband and said.... "We just don't speak their language." He put his arm around me and assured me.... "It's just that they're young." Well.... I'm not sure what he meant by that... I'm young... I may not be 18 or 26, but I'm young. I could tell his girlfriend was a little nervous so I stayed with her while he went for testing. Finally, after doing this and that and that and this he came back with a small smile, sat down and showed us his ID card. It really happened. He is actually enrolled in college for fall. As we walked back to the car I told my oldest... "I can't believe my baby just enrolled in college." He said... "It's good mom, don't cry." "I'm not crying" I said. He laughed and said... "Oh, I thought I saw a little tear." I don't know what he was talking about. I was right as rain. My daughter met us at my son's apartment downtown and we walked to the arts festival, ate lunch and meandered down Thunder Ally. The kids walked and talked and laughed, seemingly glad to all be together. When my youngest was a wee one, and his brother and sister still lived at home, he used to ask me each night as I tucked into bed, when Bubba and Sissy would be home. I would explain to him where each of them were, what they were doing and when I expected them home. One time I asked him why he asked each night and he said.... "I just rest better when everyone is together." The last several years, he hasn't had much rest. My daughter is in the Navy and has been from hither to yon for years, while my oldest son spent several years doing mission work in different places. Watching them walk and talk made me feel like they were all where they should be... Together. On the way home, I looked at my husband and said.... "It's been a good day." He smiled and agreed. The chicks may not all be in the nest, but at least they will soon be in the same city together.... So everyone can rest better.