Last night I spent several hours reading blogger posts and comments about Dawg and Puppy. Then I abruptly shut everything off and went to sleep. This morning I had terrible, terrible nightmares that I don't want to discuss and when I awoke Georgie was jumping onto the bed to spend time with me. She got on my chest and pushed her head into my hand to pet her. Then she gestured that she wanted to come under the covers with me. I petted her for a while then I just burst into tears and she didn't know what to do so she jumped down. I sat up on the side of the bed and cried some more ... those achy, sobby tears ... then brushed my teeth and took a shower and got dressed. When I came downstairs I did what I always do on Saturday which is go visit Avi for his Saturday vlog. I knew it would be about Dawg and Puppy. I was trying to be a champ about it, but as soon as I saw that in 15 hours we had contributed $1100 to Dawg I just lost it all over again. Because Adam is such a good person for organizing this. Because we love a blogger and show him our support. Because I can't take back that day for Dawg. Because I want to give Dawg a big hug and take his pain away.
I love you, Dawg. I love you, Puppy, and I miss you.
In my dream someone from work posted a link to my blog on their work blog. Except it wasn't anyone I ever expected to find this blog, it was (well, someone else). In my dream I resolved to not mind that they learned my secret identity. In real life I'm starting to wonder if everyone from work isn't already reading it anyway. They seem to know about my life before I tell them.
Not part of my dream, instead a reality: A morning full of meetings and projects that will keep me away from you all. Good meetings and projects, bad keeping me away from you all.
PS - I have 42 new blog related messages and only one of them was a comment on my blog. Should I bring a towel?
Topic 1 I have absolutely nooooooo strategy whatsoever when it comes to games other than card games. If you have one ounce of strategy and we go head to head at, say, Stratego, you're winning. I know why. It's because I prefer not to know how things are going to end. I like the surprise of it all.
If I'm in a meeting or in the middle of a sticky business problem I have oodles of strategy, oodles of brainstorming ability, walk myself right out of the box, grab the solution, tuck it under my arm, and quietly hand it over to the group.
Sit me down in front of a Rubik's Cube, however, and I'm stuck there indefinitely. Past dinner. Past breakfast. Past my 40th birthday. Past retirement. Except if no one's looking, and then I strategize to take the stickers off and put them "where they belong". :)
This three-year-old girl has way more strategy than I'll ever dream of having, and equally impressive is that she has the dexterity of an adult.
What the hell is in her baby bottle?
Topic 2 Saturday morning I had a dream that the cylons attacked Earth. I never found out if I was a cylon but I do know that my female co-workers did not fare well in the fight. I looked up into the sky and directly above my head I saw the underbelly of the base ship through the dark storm clouds. It was beautiful. I think that means that I am, in fact, a cylon.
Topic 3
Where the good/only gay bar in town used to be? Now a different type of meat bar -- a Papa John's. (No cockroaches, Avi.)
What does it mean if you dream that all three bathrooms of a house that isn't your own are full so you cordon off the TV room and take a big messy crap in two corners of the room?
I'm not saying this happens to me, I'm just asking what that might mean for someone. Other than myself. Like... One of the kitties. Or something.
Last night I spent several hours reading blogger posts and comments about Dawg and Puppy. Then I abruptly shut everything off and went to sleep. This morning I had terrible, terrible nightmares that I don't want to discuss and when I awoke Georgie was jumping onto the bed to spend time with me. She got on my chest and pushed her head into my hand to pet her. Then she gestured that she wanted to come under the covers with me. I petted her for a while then I just burst into tears and she didn't know what to do so she jumped down. I sat up on the side of the bed and cried some more ... those achy, sobby tears ... then brushed my teeth and took a shower and got dressed. When I came downstairs I did what I always do on Saturday which is go visit Avi for his Saturday vlog. I knew it would be about Dawg and Puppy. I was trying to be a champ about it, but as soon as I saw that in 15 hours we had contributed $1100 to Dawg I just lost it all over again. Because Adam is such a good person for organizing this. Because we love a blogger and show him our support. Because I can't take back that day for Dawg. Because I want to give Dawg a big hug and take his pain away.
