How many people do you know who have used two blog titles with liverwurst in them? Not many, I betcha.
I am happy to report that my stomach was fine all night. My brain, however, did take an odd turn in its nocturnal wanderings. Here's the kind of dream that consuming sausage containing ground liver and pork trimmings will bring you:
Though we seem to be our current ages, for some reason, Michael and Devin and I are all staying at my folk's house and have to get to school. I wake up late and see Michael and Devin heading out the door like good, obedient boys. I realize I am late, jump up, grab a towel and robe, and run to take a shower. Mom sees me on the way to shower and chides me for being late. I hurry into the shower, where I shampoo my hair and promptly squeeze the filling out of a Hostess Twinkie to massage into my hair for conditioner. While I let the filling seep into my hair, I frantically shovel into my face the rest of the Twinkie, which tastes disappointingly dry and sad sans its middle. Mom sees me eating the Twinkie, tells me to hurry up and stop messing around. I then try to rinse Twinkie filling from my hair, which is as pointless as it sounds--big, greasy mess.
Dream over.
Huh? Interpretations, anyone?
On a more explicable note, I had a nice talk with Mom this morning, who sweetly said, "Your dad made me read your blog last night. You have to stop making me cry!"
"Oh, Mom, I didn't make you cry! I just told the truth. You're great."
"No...I think you are seeing things through rose-colored glasses. Not even rose-colored; some crazy, multi-colored glasses that make you see things better than they are!"
"Mom, did you see how I put on the blog that you argue when people compliment you? Hmmm?"
"Oh! Ha ha...oh, um, hee hee! Okay! Love you!"
Tee hee. My Mommy rocks :)
I also told her that after hearing an old Casey Kasem American Top 40 countdown from the 70s yesterday, and singing along with Shaun Cassidy on "Hey Deanie", I owed her thanks for taking me to see him in concert when I was nine, letting me buy Tiger Beat magazines filled with Shaun, Leif Garret, and Andy Gibb, watching The Hardy Boys Mysteries with me every week, and buying me a Parker Stevenson t-shirt and a Shaun Cassidy lunchbox. She said it was a mommy's duty :)
3 comments:
okay Kath, my problem right now is that even sans filling that damn Twinkie sounds so good..
Like hearing your voice in these postings.
oxoxo Kathleen
Maybe you love Twinkies so much that secretly you want to use the filling as conditioner, lotion, or bath water. Subconsciously you want to soak in Twinkie juice?
perhaps you were just realizing you are precious and need to be preserved!
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