Saturday, February 21, 2009

I used to have dreams.

#1 - Once, I was a pickle in a jar. It was frightening. I was living peacefully with my friends. Then, all the sudden, a fork starting stabbing frantically in the jar. I knew it was me or the other guy (pickle). As the prongs of the fork pierced into the flesh of my pickle skin, I woke up.

#2 - Another time as I dreamed peacefully in my sleep, I discovered that I was, in fact, a hotdog....on a bun. It was a pretty good life. As I lay on the soft, white bread bun, I thought about how good my life was. Then, somebody squirted ketsup on me. I knew it was over. Then I woke up.

C - A more moving dream was the one when I was Martin Luther King, Jr. I was a man with a plan. I worked hard. I was genuine. I had work to get done. I spoke to audiences everywhere. I even gave the infamous "I have a dream" speech. (Oddly, my subconscious can repeat a lot of that speech.) After a long day, I went back to my hotel. Someone shot me. My wife cried and cried. Then I woke up.

Disclaimer: these were long ago and I've dreamt nothing as interesting since then.


Here's the deal: I've been in a bit of a rut for a small amount of time. It's been uncomfortable and frustrating. Every time I turn around, there's a hurdle I've got to jump. Don't get me wrong, we all have hurdles. But I have asthma. I can jump every hurdle in my path as long as I can catch my breath once in a while.

For this small period of time, I felt like I never caught my breath before my next jump. I wasn't sure how or when I'd get a time-out. During this time, I put much time and effort into learning how to be very sensitive into any direction or coaching I could find. I found very little.

All along, I had access to the break I needed.

I don't have the words to explain it but I caught my breath.

the Stupor

possible definitions:
1. being in a state of diminished feeling or sensibility
2. a state of mental numbness
3. a state in which one has difficulty in thinking or using one's senses
4. insensible
5. dazed
6. drunken

I'm not sure which category I fall into...maybe all of them.

possible ways to remove yourself from "the Stupor":
1. I don't know.....I think that constitutes stuporness.
or B. Crash a car into another one, accidentally of course.

I'm out.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

kW's CuPcAkEs

Katherine made me the bestest cupcakes in the whole world. The icing was to die for and the whip cream was homemade. Whoever thought of putting cream inside a nice piece of cake? A genius, that's who. The post-it note was an essential tool to keep the Centerville D.I. staff from even looking in the general direction of the goodness.
One co-worker asked if the post-it applied even if the cupcakes fell out of the fridge. I pretty clearly expressed my dismay by telling him that I would rub his face in each individual cupcake and he would have a rug burn so deep no one would recognize him ever again.
I like cupcakes.
Thank you Katherine and Matt! You're both too good to be true!

The ad for my piano was posted for a good 48 hours. Sweet deal, right?

Indeed it was....until the guy who bought it tried to move it with only his wife. They drug it across my kitchen floor. The linoleum didn't take it well. I have to replace my kitchen floor.
Please submit all your flooring ideas.

Doug & Emmy's

To be conservative, I ordered 1/2 a sweet roll.

One inch deep icing on a roll the size of a cow.....mmmmmmmmm.