I dreamed that I was flirting with actor Tommy Lee Jones.
He said to me, "Aren't you too young for me?"
I replied, "I'm three years shy of 50. I'm not 'too young' for anybody."
Monday, November 25, 2013
I dreamed that I was flirting with actor Tommy Lee Jones.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
I arrived at work to overhear a co-worker talking about the end of a movie currently in theaters. When I realized what was going on, I said in a voice a bit louder than I had intended, "Dude! Spoiler alert!?!"
In a voice a bit louder than I'm used to hearing, he replied, "Do you even know what the heck I'm talking about?"
"Yeah! Ender's Game!"
And suddenly he became very quiet.
It was awkward. I hadn't meant to sound as jerky as I did, and now he was feeling bad.
A minute or two went by. "Hey," I said in a much more volume-appropriate voice, "I only knew which movie it was because I've already seen it, so I already knew how it ended."
"I was trying to be really vague. I didn't think anyone would know what I was talking about."
"Yeah, and I was trying to be funny. I am very often mistaken."
With love, from Roses at 8:06 PM
Sunday, October 27, 2013
I had this dream with Tony Stark in it. I wasn't necessarily *in* the dream as much as I was observing it, like a movie.
In the dream, Robert Downey, Jr. as Tony Stark is operating a flying craft of some sort, similar to a small airplane but fancier and more technologically advanced (of course), over a body of water. Suddenly, his craft is broken, in the water, and being attacked by a giant squid. Tony Stark escapes the clutches of the squid and swims away from the scrum. When he reaches calm water, he calls for help, realizes no one can hear him, then decides to swim back past the squid to his broken, half-submerged aircraft. Because that's where all his tech toys and tools are.
And I think to myself in this dream, "Well, that's so Tony Stark."
In the morning, as I'm telling The Husband about this dream, the way I say it outloud stuns me.
I say, "He decides to swim back to the plane because that's where all his stuff is. It's like 'I could float around out here where it's safe, but, no one knows I need help and no one's coming. Or, I could just take care of business and save myself'."
Read that part again, please, because I've been repeating it to myself all morning.
I love this dream.
I feel that for years I'd been floating around in safety (been doing radio so long I can do it in my sleep) waiting for something to change; but it's not going to, and I know it; so, it's up to me to put on my big girl pants and save myself.
Since I left my comfort zone of radio last year, I've done a lot of different jobs. I've done a lot more than I expected to do in 15 months' time; too much than looks good on a resume, to be honest.
But, it's all been the squid. I gotta get to my stuff. It ain't a pretty or an easy path, but I need the stuff, and it's gotta be done.
And it's up to me alone to do it.
I feel like my own little super hero come to save the day. :-)
Saturday, August 31, 2013
My sister, Lily, came knocking on my brain as I woke up this morning.
I have no idea what she wanted to tell me, but it was her. Twice.
"Just a sec..."
(I drift back off to sleep...)
"Is that you?"
"What's up? I wasn't thinking about you or anything, was I?"
And that's good enough for me. :-)
With love, from Roses at 9:32 AM
Monday, August 26, 2013
Imagine you are The Husband, and your yammering (yet adorably charming) wife insists on talking to you even as you are drifting off to sleep. This is what a recent night's conversation would have sounded like...
She: What is that noise?
She: That noise. Is that a bird? A frog? A squirrel? What?
You: (listens for a moment) I don't know. (drifts off to sleep)
She: Because it doesn't stop.
You: Mm... (drifts off to sleep)
She: It's like someone scraping bark off a tree or something.
You: Hm? Oh... (drifts off to sleep)
She: I wonder if I was fluent at Morse Code, would I hear just random scraping noises, or would I hear letters being spelled out?
She: Because it's two or three short scrapes and one long pause. Like Morse Code.
You: Oh. Yeah... (drifts off to sleep)
She: It's probably the same two letters over and over.
You: Ungh... (drifts off to sleep)
She: It's probably "F" and "U".
You: Ha! Haa ha... (drifts off to sleep)
The next morning, you wake up and realize she stopped
talking / waking you up / being adorable right after her joke, and you wonder if you'd have just laughed in the first place, maybe she'd have stopped talking a whole lot sooner.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Elder Son made movement that suggested he wanted to snitch one of my ham and cheese crackers.
"Go ahead," I said to him. "It's a new kind of ham. Tell me how it tastes." I thought he would be my guinea pig.
After a bite, he declared, "this tastes pretty bad. You won't want any of these." And he walked away eating the rest of my snack.
With love, from Roses at 7:00 AM
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
My mother was the youngest of 11 children. Her eldest sister passed away last week.
At the funeral, I was blessed to be told many times how much I looked like my mom. :-)
But the best compliment I got was from a cousin who gave me a big hug and declared loudly, "Geez! I don't get you see any of you guys anymore!"
I replied, "We've been generally trying to avoid you."
He laughed and said, "Boy, that sounds just like something your mother would say."
I am still beaming.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Just for kicks, I'll throw this out there...
I'm thinking of going back to school.
I have an associate's degree in business with a lean toward marketing and management. This degree is now a couple decades old.
Also, while I have no formal training in the field, I have twenty years experience in radio broadcasting.
I have an obvious interest in writing. I have no interest at all in sales... even if it's called "account representative". Blech.
Given what you know (or feel you know) about me, what kinds of careers should someone with my background look into?
I'm just curious what you think. There are no right or wrong or bizarre answers to this question. I'm open to all ideas and suggestions.
If I knew what I wanted to do, I'd have been working toward it for quite some time. But at least now it feels like it's time to make a start.
Monday, July 01, 2013
Here are your two words:
Family Friendly (ha ha... because he devotes a whole chapter of his book talking about how he hates being labeled "family friendly")
The book "Dad Is Fat" by comedian Jim Gaffigan is not only funny because it's true (so frighteningly true), but it's also a better way to prepare for parenthood than getting a puppy. For one, it's cheaper. For two, you don't have to clean up after it.
Forget "if we can raise a puppy, we can raise a child" logic.
You should be thinking, "if we can finish this book and still want children, we should have children."
I've raised less than half the number of children Mr. G is raising, and after reading less than half of his book, I didn't want children anymore.
If you are considering having children, read this book. You'll think it's funny because you think he's being funny.
If you have children, read this book. You'll think it's funny because you know it's true and if you weren't laughing, you'd be crying.
If you will never have children, read this book. You'll think it's hysterical because you are too smart to have gotten suckered into having children.
Mostly, read this book because Jim is raising five kids and he needs the income.