Surprises
Oct04
on 10/04/2016
at 12:01 am
From a sprinkled donut to unexpected joe to a mystery gift at the end of the day, her birthday has been surprising…
Randie and Ryan
Tripping through married life…
From a sprinkled donut to unexpected joe to a mystery gift at the end of the day, her birthday has been surprising…
And she unwrapped her present to find. . .the biggest Garden Gnome ever! Actually, it had better be the Rescue Vespid. Although I kind’a like the idea that it really is a gnome, and this is all just a dream sequence called Randie’s Worst Nightmare.
I’ve actually been having an extended sequence of dreams ever since we had a bad turn trying to rescue an injured mountain lion. I’m always a kid again, about late pre-teen or so. Gawd, I was a scrawny kid! My nickname in school was Mowgli.
Ha! Judy said the same thing!
“Oh, great… just what I always wanted… a gnome… in gold.”
I sympathize with you on the nickname. My Aunt Bernie doomed me forever by calling me Bridgett the Midget. I grew to whopping 5 foot one and a half. Thanks, Bern.
On the nightmares… I have the reoccurring tornado dreams. They come in clusters. I also dream that I cannot find my class… or I’m late for class and I can’t remember my locker combo… or something like that. I also have this dream about dirty toilets. Having to go and not being able to find a decent bathroom to do my business in. Was that too much info?
I am curious about what trauma in your past leads to the dirty toilet dreams. I do have these vaguely entertaining ‘road trip in a famous car with a famous person’ dreams. Like Van Gogh in a 1936 Auburn Speedster, or touring France with Carl Sagan in Honda Prelude (He ordered macaroni and cheese because it was the only French he knew, and I’m lactose intolerant) So, do nudists have bad dreams about being fully clothed in a crowd?
But why do we still have school-related stress dreams years later? I still have variations of a dream of being an exchange student in a country where I did not speak any of the language – I’m sure that comes from teachers who always made me speak the Cherokee language for the class. At least I was not called Mowgli to be mean – I was small, scrawny and brown with think, unruly black hair, big eyes and perpetually barefoot (Many Native Americans have trouble finding shoes that fit)
Whenever I get the “dirty toilet” dream, I wake up having to go real bad. I figure there’s a connection.
Uncle Bilbo… Yah…when I was 4 or 5, we lived in a house with a septic tank and a really cranky toilet. One time, after I used it… it overflowed… in a big way… and my dad, who had a short fuse, went, let’s just say… bananas. I remember not wanting to use public toilets for awhile. It was a thing. I guess that made some sort of impression.
I went to a lot of different schools, being a military brat. So the first day of school was always a bit scary… where do I need to be? Am I where I need to be at the right time? Locker combo? Dang… what is that!? I only have ten minutes to get to class??
And Ha! I think nudist nightmares are layered clothing…
RN… there is that… and absolutely, there is truth.
I wonder what it is???
I’m bettin’ it’s a BASKETBALL!
Or a pogo stick! My aunt and uncle bought me a pogo stick for my birthday, when I was about 9 years old. Much later, my brother and sister loved that thing!
I hope the wrapping paper didn’t cost as much as the present inside…
Homemade wrapping paper is the best! Brown kraft paper on a role is a beautiful thing.
“Wow! A gigantic coprolite! Just the gift I wanted!”
Greek words κόπρος (kopros, meaning “dung”) and λίθος (lithos, meaning “stone”). I had to look it up.
And Randie wouldn’t have known what that is, either.
That gift looks roughly scooterish in size and protuberances…
I like the word “protuberances.”
Donuts, Pizza, Friends, and a gift! Sounds perfect. Hmmmm, Donut Pizza, that sounds pretty perfect, too. See you this weekend at APE!
This weekend at APE promises to have Friends, Donuts… maybe pizza… and gift? The gift of friendship, for sure! See you there!
Man, I wish people in my family would be happy with a doughnut and coffee…. every birthday we have had in the last few years has had to be a family reunion with cake.