Mood: incredulous
Now Playing: Sixteen Candles-the movie
Topic: My Baby
Hello, my dear friends both old and new. It seems that my Second Born Son is growing up before my very eyes. Happy Birthday Sweet Baby. The thing I will remember was having 9 teenage boys trying to maneuver through the bungalow, and waking up to see three leggy kids sleeping on the couch bed with one sleeping underneath, one in the dog's beanbag chair and another four in the bedroom...too funny.
I woke up this morning after having a rather amusing dream where I was in a bed in a room with two windows and a door. There was very bright light coming through the windows. In the doorway I saw Thing One and Two's Dad, and with him was a brown horse that was pretty high strung. I knew they had climbed a flight of stairs to get there. All of a sudden the horse bolted toward me and flopped down on the bed next to me as if it were a large dog! (I'm wondering if it isn't because Leetle Dog manages to carve out Big Space in the bed if you don't hold your ground...haha) My dream book says that a brown horse means material gain. (Watch Your Dreams, by Ann Ree Colton-seriously the dream bible) Ha ha...even her name has C-O-L-T...I hope the fact that it was running at me means that it is coming quickly!!! OM.
Then I went downstairs and Thing One was laying on the couch watching Super Bowl stuff. The Sports page was next to him on the floor and the basketball headline read "No 'D' for Trojans' H-O-R-S-E". Guess they were trying to tell me that the Colt's were going to win, but I was still kinda hopin' for the Bears. They are encrypted into my DNA-it's like a reflex. I've actually never been to a Bears game, but I did manage to be at their stadium, Soldier Field, for the last two Grateful Dead shows before Jerry was recalled...I saw the Dead on L.S.D....(Lake Shore Drive-addicts!)...I imagine that was a little different than being there for the Bears.
Speaking of the Dead...The summer tour of 1995 was for sure a long strange trip, and I have it to thank for so many stories...Today I got a message from one of the characters in one of those stories...one Gary Tomaro...with the birthday 7-7-7...We met at Auburn Hills, and had no real reason to keep in touch, but every once in a while, old friends make their way back around again...Welcome back, kind brother...we are still in it together...OM!!! Thanks to the magic of Mandalablog...bringing the world together, one stranger at a time...just to shake their hands. Thanks for stopping by. Be Kind.