Oregon Trail?

A dream about travelling! Don't get too excited just yet. Again some of the details are fuzzy; in fact, a lot of the details are fuzzy. I guess my "brain" is still working out the kinks. The gist of the dream was that I was staying with a weird pseudo-Brady bunch type family. I had come home to a wild buzz in the household. The 'family' had decided to go all the way to Oregon for a family trip. I remember getting excited about going, as I've never been to the Northwest. Excitement wore off as I discovered that I would have to drive out there by myself, in my own car. Throw in the whole distance thing and you've got one daunting drive ahead of you. Thoughts started overwhelming me. Where are we going specifically? What towns are we going to stop in on the way? There didn't seem to be any time to figure any of this out. We were leaving NOW. Okay, so I got in my car and left. As I was driving I heard on the radio or maybe it was my cel phone, that the 'mom' lady was driving a golf cart that got some ridiculous mileage, like 50 mpg. All I could think was, "that's great, but your ass ain't gonna get far on a fucking golf cart." That's all I remember.

Who's excited about the holiday weekend? Celebrate those who fought in the world's great conflicts and those who are still fighting today. Thank your service men and women if you should see one. These people and their families are the one's that are taking the brunt of W's stupidity.

Mmmm...Coffee

Yes, a man and his coffee. Do not come between the two when the day is still in its infancy. I cannot come up with a caption for the photo. I'll just let the world wonder what I'm thinking.

Today will be a feeble posting as I don't recall any dream(s) from last night. I did sleep well, despite waking up at 5:30; thankfully I was able to decide to go back to sleep.

I've no time to ramble today as I have lots to do at work in preparation for the holiday weekend. Have a great day people, only one more day till Friday!

Prodigal Blogger

I have returned! It's been over a week, I know, I know; shame on me. Quit your whining and let me tell you about a dream....yes a dream. I can't fucking believe it. I remembered a dream; probably due to the fact that I slept in today. I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but here goes.

I drove into what looked like an alley, it was covered in gravel and was apparently a parking area for a restaurant. I was driving a green BMW that had little wisps of smoke coming from beneath the hood. I found a place to park and made my way into the restaurant. Strange little place, it seemed like an old house that had been converted into a business. People were milling about trying to get ready for the big opening night. So, I suppose this is a new restaurant.

I vaguely recall speaking with the owner/chef guy. He was happy to see me and sat me at what he considered to be a good table. I sat at said table and watched the staff get ready. Soon enough patrons started to fill up the other tables. This is where things start to get a little fuzzy. I know that at some point I had to leave to go do something. What that was I've no idea. I remember coming back to the restaurant and running into my folks at the front desk. They were rambling on about how I should not order a certain salad because it is awful. Then we saw some girl that we knew and her date. My mom said, "Oh hey, there's so-and-so. Who's that guy with her? He must be a Dick Pad." What a dick pad is I have no idea; I think it's some kind of insult. I looked at my mom in horror. She would never say such a thing in public. She didn't seem to care that she said it until I pointed at the table she was standing next to. There were about eight kids sitting at it. Yea, mom, not so cool. That's all I remember. Meh, not bad I guess. I'm just glad I remembered something for a change.

On a darker front. I'm out of sugar for my coffee. Not good, not good at all. I'm drinking unsweetened ice tea at the moment. My stomach is not happy about this as it was expecting the warm brown liquid that it's used to.

Sleep-fest

Woah, I've not slept this much in a long time. There was a nap yesterday evening that lasted approximately four hours. I then followed that up with a serious sleep that lasted for seven hours. If I'm not refreshed and feeling all cutie-pants today, I don't know what to do.

Yesterday was a real gem. I woke up feeling icky and achy. I made it to work and started feeling better until about 2 p.m. The exact time that I sat down for lunch. I knew I had hit the wall and that I was in serious trouble as I had just sat my ass down in a Mexican restaurant. There was only one direction I could go from there; down, down, down into the abyss. After shoveling two enchiladas, a taco and a massive plate of rice/bean slurry into my pie hole there was nothing left of me but incoherent spanglo-babble. I managed to go back to work for a bit and did what had to be done. When I got home I didn't last long at all. That's when the nap started.

I slept for almost four hours, I think. Upon awaking I telephoned T* to see what was up only to find her in worse shape than myself. Apparently, yesterday needs to be stricken from the book of ages as a lost cause. I ate some more food at about ten. A delicious meal of rosemary pork loin and some roasted summer squash. I then got my damned DVD player to cooperate so I could watch a movie. Last Tango in Paris; 'they' say it's a classic movie. I say, it's just fucking bizarre. There is a scene in that film that made my stomach roll over and say, "Oh, no, no, no, eerrrrrr." If you've not seen this film, prepare yourself fo' some raunchy shit. That's all I'm gonna say about that. After the film, the long ass film, I went to bed around 2 a.m. and slept til 8:30. I now feel better, whatever was going on with me yesterday seems to have passed.

I know, I know; I did have some dreams during all that sleep. What they're about I've no idea. I must be doing something different and I need to figure out what that is so I can correct it.

Don't Be Hatin' n' Shit

I know, I know....I haven't been "Sir Posts-A-Lot" as of late. This past week there was really just no need or desire to post anything. If this blog ever feels like a chore or something I don't want to do, guess what, it ain't gonna fucking happen. That said, I'm writing an entry. Yay! Lots has been going on in my lil' world as of late. The most important thing and the most exciting is my burgeoning relationship with Ms. T* (as usual names are protected). She's a special person in so many ways. As she so eloquently put it a few weeks ago, we just "get it." We go together like peas and carrots, that's what I say anyway. I'm not going to bore you with details and mushy sappy stuff. Just know that we're disgustingly happy together. On the overall front of Life, I've been crazy/happy. It's been, what, a little over five months now, that I made the decision to be happy. Let me tell you, if your not happy, you need to get on board folks. It didn't take much, just a simple decision to "be" happy. Apparently at this point I'm radiating good vibes out in all directions. Totally random people will start conversations with me that, before, would probably never have happened. It's not a perfect thing, I still get sad from time to time. There are points that I want to just hide under the covers and stay there. Those times are few and far between these days though. I guess what it all comes down to is that if you put out good stuff, you're probably going to get good stuff back; if you look for good stuff, you're going to find good stuff. I don't know why anyone would go a'lookin for bad stuff; but that's how some of us operate. What's that? Oh, dreams you say? Well, yes I still dream and no, I really don't remember much about them still. I'm not worried about this though. Dreams have always been a fun diversion for me. I would love to remember them and tell you all about them. It'll come back eventually and this is where I'll write about it. I think I'm done for now. I think I'll just sit here and sip coffee for a bit. I'm listening to a new cd I found the other day and purchased in a moment of weakness. It's Ryan Adams & The Cardinals, Cold Roses. Good schtuff people. At the moment Magnolia Mountain is my favorite song on the album and there are a lot of good songs on this album. Current points of interest:

• Son Volt still kicks ass! One of the best shows I've been to in a long time.
• Shooting Star Cab Franc, deelishussss.
• Brunch, that's where it's at. A good bloody mary is a key ingredient.
• Avoid people whom one could use the word 'cunt' to describe.

Tyra blows a fuse

OH SNAAAAAAAAAPPP!!!!

Family Guy - America's Next Top Model

oh no!

Chester The Pug And His Fantastic Snack

Go, go, go to Marriedtothesea.com

Being a Winner is Hard Work

That's right people; hard fucking work. This blog suffers from neglect becuase I've been working too damn hard. It has to be done, the work that is, the blog can wait. Yes, yes I slept last night and had dreams. Do I remember them? Hell no! If this goes on much longer I'm going to consider myself "broken." I'm having dreams sure enough. I guess all the stress right now is scrambling my brain a bit. There's light at the end of the tunnel though. All of this work crap will be over by next Thursday. Also, a huge Cinco de Mayo keg party will help ease the pain of working too much. A few points of interest:

• Seafood and I are not friends right now.
• Who the fuck puts a fish tank on a wine display?
• I'm a winner, but it's hard work.
• Err.

Have fun this weekend. Watch out for drunkos on Cinco de Mayo; designated drivers people, use them.

Robot Chicken: Jesus and the Argonauts

Captain Planet!!!

Ted Turner at his f'n best!

I don't mean to be crass....

Wow, a full night's sleep. I might have to keep doing this. I can actually get up at the appropriate time without the use of an alarm clock. Okay, okay so I did sleep in a bit this morning; only because I can, really, it was only thirty minutes.

Still the dreams taunt me. It's been a while since I've recalled any in full detail. The only specific thing I can recall about last night's dreams is a song by R.L. Burnside. This is unusual in that I rarely recall sounds; perhaps this works because it's a song that I know. I sat here sipping coffee and trying to sort through my thoughts to get to my dreams and that song just kept running through my head. Oh, I'm sure it won't be too long till I get another full feature dream to blog about. Until then, have an awesome day and all that!