So it's Wednesday and I'm feeling a bit sluggish. Why? Perhaps Oberon had something to do with it. Quite the tasty beverage, but I'm a light beer girl now. Bryan Fazio and friends were great last night. You gotta love how INTO IT some musicians get. When they just REALLY FEEL it. Best thing ever. Bryan is an inspiration. He has such a bright & happy soul. I'm happy I met him.
On a daily basis there are things that go on that make me feel frustration. And lots of it. I already know how humans these days operate, and you would think I wouldn't let things bother me. Ever utter the words, "but I just can't Help it!!"? Yeah, you have. Kohl's. They do it best. All I want to do is purchase my ... shirt... piece of jewelry...etc. and be on my way. Here it comes. "Will this be on your Kohl's charge?" "No." "Are you interested in opening a Kohl's charge? You can save 10%!" "No." Why does this small exchange make me want to rip out my hair??
So I bought some new shoes. I think they're Very cool and very "me". But... they're "farting" when I walk. Yep... my heels are sliding down the back of the shoe and a high-pitched farting noise comes out.. pretty loudly. Quite embarassing and even more irritating. I'm thinking I just need some thicker socks. Hopefully that will solve the problem.
I really miss my highly twisted dreams. They were so entertaining. Last night I had one about an elevator. I would call it a reoccuring dream. It's always this crazy elevator.. that's Really large and there are always strangers in it. No one else seems to be frightened by this thing. Now, all ideas you may have of a modern day elevator should leave your heads now. This thing is a full blown Dream elevator. It's Huge, it's Puffy, it moves at all different speeds and all different directions. It's evil. I need to get on this thing for some reason, but it's craziness is making it very difficult to do so. Finally the doors open... but it doesn't stand still. It's wobbling up and down a bit... and I have to try my damndest to jump into this thing. *sigh* I'm exhausted just thinking about it. Once on, there are hundreds of buttons/floors/numbers. I don't know What the H is going on. I usually end up in a parking garage or this huge building/hospital/airport type thing. It's just nuts I tell you. Nuts. I often dream of stairs and stair cases. And airports. Being On the plane, but it's always a Very different experience than what really goes on. I hope to have more interesting dreams to keep yinz posted on here. I wonder if there is a certain food I can eat to make my dreamworld come alive.
So I was looking back at some old blogs I posted a few years back. This really stood out. This is a "nursery rhyme" if you will I learned on the school bus. If you've never heard it, it's not gonna do a thing for you, if you Have, then Enjoy. ;)
Okay, so nevermind. This thing is not letting me copy and paste. I'm still new here. Perhaps I'll figure it out another day.
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