Today I had a strange dream early in the morning. I dreamed that a bright green tiny frog somehow found it's way into my house. As I was wondering how it got into the house, it merrily started hopping toward my bedroom. Giving chase, it eluded me until it made it's way into my closet. Strangely, it now blended in with the items sitting among my shoes on the floor of my closet. Just as I was going to reach for the frog, my "belts" started to move. They were snakes! I snatched my hand back just in time before these small green snakes caught and devoured the frog. Ewwwwwww!!!!
This is a relatively benign dream (and I'm aware of what these symbols are referring to in my waking life), but what scares me is that I might be slipping back to the place I was at in my mid 20's when I was sleep walking and I was afraid to go to sleep at night. I'm hoping this is a one time occurence and it's only because I happened to mention that time in my life recently to a friend of mine. Why does the unknown have to be so scary?
I admit it. I'm an anti-Zionist.
Please note gentle reader, that this statement has nothing to do with Judaism and the state of Israel but rather with Mormonism and the state of Utah.
I love my RELIGION, but I'm not all that crazy about some of the cultural and social stuff that goes along with it. Especially as that culture is being grown in the petri dish that is Utah.
You know it's bad when your religion has it's own set of jokes that can't be translated into any other religion or ethnic group. I mean how many blonde jokes can be retold as college co-ed jokes or regional jokes? Unfortunately, most Mormon jokes don't translate at all well as Catholic jokes. Peculair people indeed.
She's baaaaackkk....
I go down to the garage yesterday morning and see it literally wallpapered with flyers that this chick has made up addressed to Jack saying stuff like "You really hurt me, Jack" and "Tell the truth, Jack". Plus there are printouts of emails between the two of them and a picture of someone and their tatoo. Plus many, many more. It was freakish like every cliche of a stalker you could think of.
I feel sorry for poor Jack, it's like he's living a Lifetime Movie with this psycho kitty...
Don't sue me David Letterman (I'd rather be sued by Nick Hornby anyway)
Top 5 household tasks that I will avoid doing today even at the peril of my health:
5. Vacuuming
4. Sweeping
3. Mopping floors
2. Washing dishes
1. Cleaning the toilet
Patrick got us wonderful seats along the first base foul line to see the Padres play the Phillies last night. Too bad the Padres FELL APART in the 9th inning and allowed 4 runs to lose 5-2. I love everything about the baseball experience: over-indulging on hot dogs and peanuts, nearly getting your head taken off with a foul ball, yelling helpful advice to the coaches and players ("If you just would have let that pitch hit you Klesko, we would have scored with the bases loaded. Don't be such a wuss and duck, that's why you're wearing a helmet you know. Next time take one for the team, wudja?")
If it wasn't such a darn expensive experience, I'd be ditching church today and worshipping at the altar of Babe Ruth's bat. Sorry, God....
