Sex And Cake
Last night I dreamt about Salma Hayek and cake. Not just one cake, mind you. Lots of cakes. Those creamy kinds. It was very messy. Quite possibly the best dream I have ever had.
Then today I took a nap and dreamt I was in a terrorist attack. I was with a bunch of people in a store. And then an alarm went off. We ran outside. I don’t think it was in Denmark. There were huge skyscrapers. One of them was on fire. And we were all running. Someone was yelling “oh no oh no oh no”. It might have been me. And then there was an explosion behind us. I could feel the heat wave hitting me and pushing me forward. And then I woke up. So it didn’t last long. But I still felt a bit shaken when I woke up. I prefer Salma and cake.
Leftover soup for dinner today. That’s the stuff.
Remember I talked about the kindergarten next door closing? Well there has been lots of sound from in there lately. Not kids, though. Working. Hammers and powersaws and loud noise. In the morning especially. It’s kinda annoying. At first I thought that the place was being fixed up for the next family to move in, but it seems they’re replacing the floors and doing major work. Maybe the kindergarten has just temporarily moved while this work is being done. They could come back later, I don’t know. The floors in these apartments are really in bad shape. Mine too. But I don’t mind. I’d hate it if they wanted to fix mine. I’d have to move out for a week or two and deal with lots of things. I really don’t want that to happen. I haven’t had any notices about it or anything, so no worries for now. I imagine that all the wear and tear of having tons of kids running around has made it necessary to get it fixed next door. That’s my guess. So I hope the kids will be back.
Other than that there is nothing new.
February 24th, 2009 at 0:51
I sent you some pictures on e-mail. I am having a terrible time trying to resize them so I can send them. I hate computers!
February 24th, 2009 at 4:49
Looks like you will have multiple e-mails with one or two pictures on them.
My husband has dreams that he’s in a James Bond movie. Or that he’s in a professional wrestling dream. Or ones about space aliens.
February 24th, 2009 at 23:26
Debster – Now now, computers are our friends! Try to think of them as little goats without fur. And appetite.
Thank you for the pictures! They are wonderful. You aren’t looking to adopt a (grownup) son by any chance are you? I could imagine myself living there. I’d have to bring Magnethe and Vanilje and the boys of course. I wonder what your guys would think of that. It’d be like one of those sitcoms where two families move in together. Step By Step, day by day, a second chance to… hmm, I forget the rest.
Snickers is so cool, by the way.
February 25th, 2009 at 1:08
How handy are you with a paint brush? That might figure into the adoption process. And you might have to talk to me, a little anyway.
Good thing we took pictures when we did, the snow is melting today. Much soggy-ness and mud.
When we were out for walkies today, the goats and dinky donkey were noisily grazing grass until a van pulled up on the road nearby.
Our neighbors use the side road to “park and ride” with other people who work at the same place to car pool and save money.
Anyway, someone stopped and 4 or 5 people got out of one vehicle and went to the other one. Well all noisy grazing stopped and all four pairs of eyes were focused on the people!
Any other time our animals are a bit cautious of new people, but today they were all curious. I wonder if those people were aware of three goats, a donkey, and two humans all watching their every move!
I think Frankie wanted to go over and talk to them. “Can I ride in your van?” “Do you have any crackers?” “Can you give me a scratch?”
Snickers says: “I want to bite you and your little girl.”
Luckily the zoo stayed in the yard and the people stayed by their vehicles and everyone lived happily ever after. The End
February 26th, 2009 at 8:37
Debster – Oh I’m very handy with a paint brush. As long as I don’t have to paint with it of course. But other than that, you should see me go!
I like when goats get all watchful and spot something and stare at it intensely. It always makes me wish I could read their minds.