I found one of the Iraqi Most Wanted!
I'm a dreamer. In all of the ways you can be a dreamer. In addition to dreaming up ideas that may or may not ever materialize, I have regular and quite vivid dreams in my sleep. Some of which are pretty horrifying. Sometimes I wake up literally exhausted from hauling ass to evade a serial killer. Other times, I wake up and I have tears half dried on my face. Either way, I have dreams, most of which I do remember. After telling my friend Brian about these regular experiences, I expected him to reply with sympathy and some stories of his own. He doesn't. Instead he tells me that he hardly ever dreams, and when he does, it's about a cheeseburger or something. I could only wish...
Just to let you in on my nocturnal delusions, last night I dreamt that a certain acquaintance that I have made recently turned out to have his mug on that now famous deck of cards of Iraqi's most wanted. That's right, I had inadvertently found the 8 of clubs in Sadaam's regime. But now what do I do???
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I thought I'd seen it all
I have a hunch that I will be using this title quite frequently. While my intention is not for this forum to be just an excerpt from a 1997 Seinfeld rant, I have to tell it like it is. At a birthday celebration tonight, the honored opened a card from his mother and read what appeared to be a fairly sappy Hallmark moment. Upon a closer look (actually, you didn't have to look too close) you see that the card really resembles a Valentine's Day card with hearts and doilies. And then there was the text. It read:
"Have a Great [this word is covered with White-Out] Day"
Now this could have slipped through, except for the fact that the card is pink, and there was the issue of the one-inch space between words. It isn't to say she was a bad person, obviously she cares. But for some reason, while this hadn't been done before, none of us were surprised. Obviously, there will be more stories about this lady. Wait until I tell you about the wrench.
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quote of the day
Not being a churchgoer, I resort to getting my inspirational messages from more creative outlets. The one constant exposure I have to the pulpit is through the signboard on the lawn of a certain church. They are usually clever and witty and I can only imagine that there must be several books of clever and witty religious thoughts. One of these sticks out in my mind (coincidence that it isn't really religous in nature?). Let me introduce to you my first quote of the day.
'live every day as if it were your last, and one of these days, you'll be right'
God damn! I feel like I let myself down every time I realize that I've lost sight of that one.
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I'm to potatoes like the Chinese are to rice
Yesterday's post reminded me of a friend, Timm. Upon serving dinner, which always included a healthy portion of some potato product, Timm's grandma would exclaim "I'm to potatoes like the Chinese are to rice" as she loaded her plate with at least two portions of the delicious carbs. The quirky thing is that she never realized that she said this every time they ate. So, literally after years of this, Timm beat her to the punch. He said it before her, as he was loading his plate. As the sentence fell off Timm's tongue, it was if she had found her kindred soul mate, her eyes lit up with delight and she quickly chirped "me too!", but it only took a second before she realized that her grandson was egging her on. I can only imagine that in her head she was shaking her clenched fist like Moe does to Curly grunting "why I oughta..."
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Endorsement
Last night was a good meal night. While I normally abstain from eating rice due to its inherent boring trait, I bought a rice cooker for $13 on a recommendation from my mother. It was amazing! It steams it in 15 minutes then after cooking it switches to a "keep warm" mode. The rice was moist and could easily be clumped together if one wanted to try making sushi. Hmmm, if I could just find some eel.....
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Taquila? What's that?
Did you ever call a radio station to request a song, only to sit by the radio for hours waiting and waiting. Finally, they play that Billy Ocean song and your heart flutters with excitement and if I'm not mistaken, your eyes kind of water up? Imagine that times two. On April 25th my request was honored at michaelcosm, or link directly to the juice:michaelpella
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