Last night I had a pretty bizarre, convoluted dream. The oddest part being that I got a tattoo on my cheek that said "Mere Christmas" not "Merry", but "Mere".
I remember telling the tattooer (artist would be a giant stretch here) who spoke broken English that I wanted "Merry Christmas" across my cheek and when she asked if I was sure, I said, "Yes! I fucking love Christmas!". I was under the impression that I merely like Christmas, but according to my subconscious, I love it. Weird.
So I ended up with a misspelled slasher style lettering of Merry Christmas on my cheek and I wasn't even upset about it. If I tilted my head just so, my long hair kinda covered it and I decided if I ended up hating it I could get it removed later. "Mere Christmas" was poorly written ON MY FACE and I was all "meh" about it. Weird.
But, here's the weirdest part. I went on to interact with various friends and family throughout the dream and NO ONE even mentioned it. Nobody said, "What the hell is that?" or "Were you drunk/high?" or most appropriately, "Would you like a little break from the world for a couple days and a counselor to speak with?"
Seriously! What is wrong with you people?!?
Peace & Love ;-)
Random thoughts from a younger than middle age, hippish in her own mind, tone deaf wife/mother/fitness instructor/social media ninja wanna be.
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Friday, February 10, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Conversations with Myself...Meh
Me: You haven't posted anything on your blog in a while.
Myself: Meh...
Me: Are you too busy?
Myself: Always busy, but that ain't it.
Me: Don't you have anything interesting or amusing to say? Some smart-ass thought that you can spin into a few paragraphs?
Myself: Meh...
Me: Don't you have any backasswards New Year's Resolutions to share?
Myself: If I read one more fucking blog post about New Year's Resolutions I'm going to stab a fork in my eye.
Me: Okay, not that then. Something about Wine?
Myself: I heart wine.
Me: Perhaps expand on that.
Myself: I REALLY heart wine and my new wine opener, wine glasses and awesome Wine Fairy painting that Sharpie Fine Girl painted just for me. Also, I need to get myself a vacuum wine sealer thingy cuz no one got me that. That is all.
Me: A little rough, but you might could do something with that.
Myself: Meh...
Me: What about your new magnifying mirror and the hairy lip cream/waxing journey?
Myself: I have been toying with that one.
Me: I think you might have something there. Maybe go with that.
Myself: I did consider filming my home waxing for a video blog, but didn't.
Me: What about that Pantry Moth War Victory post that you started?
Myself: Yeah, I should get back to that.
Me: Sounds like you've got some possibilities. I say pour yourself a glass of wine, stand in the moth free pantry for a bit and then go stare at your magnified and lit up face and see what kind of brilliance strikes.
Myself: Meh... I guess a glass of wine couldn't hurt.
Peace & Love :-)
Myself: Meh...
Me: Are you too busy?
Myself: Always busy, but that ain't it.
Me: Don't you have anything interesting or amusing to say? Some smart-ass thought that you can spin into a few paragraphs?
Myself: Meh...
Me: Don't you have any backasswards New Year's Resolutions to share?
Myself: If I read one more fucking blog post about New Year's Resolutions I'm going to stab a fork in my eye.
Me: Okay, not that then. Something about Wine?
Myself: I heart wine.
Me: Perhaps expand on that.
Myself: I REALLY heart wine and my new wine opener, wine glasses and awesome Wine Fairy painting that Sharpie Fine Girl painted just for me. Also, I need to get myself a vacuum wine sealer thingy cuz no one got me that. That is all.
Me: A little rough, but you might could do something with that.
Myself: Meh...
Me: What about your new magnifying mirror and the hairy lip cream/waxing journey?
Myself: I have been toying with that one.
Me: I think you might have something there. Maybe go with that.
Myself: I did consider filming my home waxing for a video blog, but didn't.
Me: What about that Pantry Moth War Victory post that you started?
Myself: Yeah, I should get back to that.
Me: Sounds like you've got some possibilities. I say pour yourself a glass of wine, stand in the moth free pantry for a bit and then go stare at your magnified and lit up face and see what kind of brilliance strikes.
Myself: Meh... I guess a glass of wine couldn't hurt.
Peace & Love :-)
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