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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes? Really?

I found myself in a hallway, standing against the wall with huge windows on the opposite side. Women with large cameras started lining up along side me. I wondered for a moment, then figured out what was going on.

Oh. My. Goodness. I was with a handful of bloggers waiting to cover the President’s arrival at Walt Disney World! Can you believe it? And only moments ago, I was driving a stolen tractor.

I assumed they were lining up a day early to get a good spot…and that I would miss the actual arrival. But what do you know? A large thick, orange jet appears in the sky outside the windows and lands in front of us. HE’s here! It’s President Obama and his family…and I get to witness it all! I’m so incredibly excited!!

The first family disembarks the jet (in their jammies), and lucky me…I have camera in hand. I snap and snap, I snap away. I fiddle for my phone for a tweet. I accidentally grab the phone from the woman next to me and shamefully return it, half amused at my awkwardness. Me. She was not amused an iota.

The Obamas dash by quickly waving and smiling but there are entertainers of the circus parade variety following them and I try to get photos of it all. None of my pictures are turning out very good of course. But I keep trying.

After the hubbub has past, I notice a table of goodies set out before us. Several varieties of yummy cookies and cakes…but I can’t have any. Wretched gluten, you know. Still I look…and I inhale deeply to get a taste.

A fellow blogger makes a snide comment about having to show forever gratitude or risk never being invited again. So as I’m walking out, I thank everyone. I don’t really know who’s in charge, so I have to cover my bases. And I am grateful.

No one seems very fond of me, but then a shorter, thicker woman says, “That’s a nice look for you.” I smile and thank her. Until I notice that my skirt is in a bunch and unbuttoned. My pubic line is showing and I scramble to cover myself properly. I look back at the woman and see that she’s pulled off her wig. She’s actually a grumpy little man. It’s Disney.

I continue to walk and now I’m in a mall. But I can’t remember where I parked. I’m walking in circles trying to recall and realize I’m actually at school. Problem though…I cannot for the life of me remember my class schedule. I let myself off the hook because it’s a brand new semester, but I’m really puzzled as to why I don’t know where I’m supposed to be. I turn the corner and I’m in a hospital, then a Disney building and I’m back in the mall.

A group of Japanese entertainers, dressed as Chinese clowns are in front of me. The woman in charge of their group notices my dismay and decides to cheer me up…but I nearly fall in a giant fake egg roll. When a dog comes up behind me and starts to hump me…well I’ve had too much. It’s time to go.

I wake myself and I wonder, “Crap! Did I oversleep? Are the kids late for school?” But all is well, though my heart is really racing. Where in the world did this come from? YIKES! And except for the stupid rude dog…it was kind of fun.

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Mass Napping

Tangled Mass of Nappers

Fussy baby woke up every time I tried to lie her down so I gave in and let her sleep on me. 3yo came in and claimed territory for himself and fell asleep as well. I was unable to move for over an hour, but baby got her nap today!

A Little Girl Goes to Surgery – Photo Diary

A New Gown

A New Gown

Wondering why she needs to change her clothes…

A Perfect Fit

A Perfect Fit

Trying out the elevated bed…

Still Wondering

Still Wondering

Little girl in a big place…

Terror Sets In

Terror Sets In

Afraid of what happens next…

Empty Room

Empty Room

Waiting for her return…

Keeping Watch

Keeping Watch

Hoping to see her on her way back to us…

Still Waiting

Still Waiting

Watching for her for more than an hour…

Back at Last!

Back at Last!

Now let me take her home…

Mad Girl

Mad Girl

Narcotic does wonders for her…

Moving On

Moving On

Heading home to recuperate…

I Love Walter Payton

I dreamed my baby pooped…again and again.  I was visiting and embarrassed at all the shit spots he made in this house.  It took a long time to clean up.  I thought some of the stains were probably not caused by my baby as we were never in those rooms…but it looked like it had to be me since it was obvious we were dealing with crap, so I didn’t dispute them.

I was in Florida for a non-Disney vacation.  Once again I needed to change my baby’s shitty diaper.  In an attempt to get out of the way and not offend anyone…I placed him on a small wall shelf in a wide hallway.  The shelf was narrow and looked a bit like a chalk tray.  Surprisingly, he fit fine and I changed his diaper while others looked over the hanging pieces of artwork.

After I finish…a very polite, extremely handsome black man cleans the shelf with disinfectant and a rag.  He’s smiles the entire time and doesn’t seem annoyed at all.  He’s dressed very nicely as are the people with him.  I don’t know who he is at first and don’t think anything of it.  Eventually, I figure out that he’s the artist displaying his work…and he’s Walter Payton!!!  OMG!  It’s Sweetness!!  I can’t believe I’m in his presence…that I have been all this time…and my gawd…I changed my baby’s shitty diaper right on his display.  ugh. 

What could be worse?  Well, I’ll tell you.  The older woman with Walter comes over to speak to me.  I’m now sitting on a raised bed or couch and her hand is at the end of this bed near my butt.  I feel a tug on my ass hairs and cringe that she’s mistakenly put her hands on my butt hair and is accidentally pulling on it.  I back away slightly to correct the embarrassing situation then realize the tug is coming from my best friend’s foot.  She’s behind me and I sat on her foot unknowingly.  A slightly less humiliating situation, but why the hell is my ass exposed?

I realize then, that I have my camera with me (my baby disappeared?) and what an opportunity this is for photographing!  Something to share with my virtual friends…and PLEASE…an avatar with me and Walter together?  I’d be the envy of EVERYONE!  But of course…my camera starts acting all fish-eyed and things are looking strange.  As I’m trying to get it adjusted…the artwork has been taken down…and Walter has left the building.

I catch up to my best friend.  I think I was visiting her mother and sisters before.  My friend has been vacationing in FL too.  She’s telling me about her plans for the following morning and it occurs to me that I’m leaving for home the next day.  I look around me and wonder if I should start packing.  Then I try to coordinate some time for us together.

We are walking around checking out the sights.  Lisa poses under a cool tree and places a seed pod or something on her head so I can take a picture.  I snap the shot.  She’s very thin and looks great.  The seed pod looks like a big fluffy brown wig with tiny lights on the tips.  It makes a nice photo.  My teen son, Kimeters is with us and walks ahead with my friend…as I try and get some photographs to take home.

Now I have to crap.  Kimeters and my best friend continue walking and I duck into a small building…the toilet is in the center of the room with a few fountains, tables and some mess.  There are a few people in there just hanging out, talking with each other.  The toilet is kind of high and I have to climb up on it.  I shit and wipe, but need something more than just toilet paper.  I grab a dirty paper plate, fill it with fresh water and dump it onto my crotch.  Then I take my hand and wash my butt off.  I’m pretty sure these people are disgusted but I do what I have to do and just get the heck out of there.

I don’t see my friend or my son anywhere, but instinctively walk towards some live music I hear ahead.  Yep!  They’re there.  I was worried they’d be harder to find…you know how dreams can be.  We’re now at a backyard party.  There are lots of people there, no one we know.  There’s a keg of beer.  The band is playing some East Indian music.  This isn’t that kind of crowd though, is it?  I pull out my camera again and attempt to take more photos.   Every time I try to frame a shot, something appears in the way and it’s no good.

The band stops and takes a break.  As they are walking off stage and down the driveway, I listen to their conversation and attempt to photograph a few of them.  They seem a bit arrogant which is inappropriate as their music wasn’t that good.  This will also be a nice story to share.  Photography still not working out though.

Then I notice all the jets overhead.  There’s quite a few of them and they are flying in formation.  Then another wave of jets.  This time there are many, many more of them…and they are towing large missiles.  I assume they are taking them somewhere to blast someone far away and hate how horrific the scenario will be.  Then I notice that the jets are flying extremely low, are very large and there are fuses on the missiles that are lit….close to exploding.

What a very good time to wake up.  Heart racing.

Fairly Good Time

I earned a first and a second in the County Fair.  Woohoo!  I have the loveliest small fruited tomatoes, you’ll ever see.  Twelve of them in fact, and they won me a blue ribbon.  Group of Five Culinary Herbs placed second.  I’m most proud of that one because I decided just that day, to put an entry together and it turned out great.  It didn’t weather the transport well but survived well enough. 

No problem in the van during the drive, but once we arrived at the fair, H begged to carry it herself and I let her.  It was flung around ala tisket-a-tasket style and looked a little rough at check-in.  It smelled FANTASTIC, however!  Maybe that’s how I won…the strong aroma of chives, basil, oregano, coriander and lemon thyme produced an intoxicating compound that swayed the judges my way.  I spruced it up a bit before leaving it to be judged and apparently it was good enough for second.

All five of my kids went to check-in with me.  We were really only interested in snacks except H, who expressed a need to ride the merry-go-round.  The rides seemed so…flimsy and I knew the tickets wouldn’t be cheap.  We skipped it.  We bought french fries with vinegar, cherry limeade, pretzel with cheese and cotton candy and feasted.  A couple of us ended up with cheese in our hair but no one was badly injured.  It was too hot and it wasn’t Disney World so we all agreed it was time to leave.  We were there for less than an hour, but that was long enough.  We have plans to go back for more cotton candy, however!!  As it was SUPER FINE!

I took a very cool photo tonight.  Look closely!  Can you see the eerie figure in the cloud, lower right?  Shiver!  Who is it? A giant alien spewing lightning from its mouth? Amazing.
Shocking truth about aliens.