I had a dream about you, too! I dreamed that you came back from Korea for a visit, and you surprised me at a restaurant or a bar or someplace. I was all excited and I asked you how long you were going to stay and you said, "Adriano wants to leave tomorrow night to go back to Korea." I said, "So, can I hang out with you tomorrow morning?" You said, "No, I'm acting for the performing arts section of the SAT."
What?
So, I got really angry and I went over to Marc and Becky's house (which was not their actual house, of course, it was some huge rambling one level house with a big greenhouse/sauna combination) and I was telling Marc how awful it was that you were leaving again, but he had some kind of weird facial muscle disease and all he wanted me to do was make coffee for him. But this is Marc, right, so he had this crazy technological coffee maker and I couldn't figure out how to make it work, and I got more and more angry, so I left without making him coffee. (Sorry, dude!)
Then I woke up. Seriously, what?
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WHAT????????????? ~lol~ that's a seriously messed up dream. maybe it means you don't like coffee. ~grin~
and hey, i haven't talked to adriano in months (be proud of me!). though, i am only coming home for a short time over christmas. but then i'll be back for a month in june. and if my boss let's me come back to work, after that i should be home in december '07 after a month backpacking china and tibet with my aunt and a month in canada with rod. er. yeah. we'll see how that all works out. tentative plan.
and now i've written more on your blog than i have on mine. what's wrong with this picture?
i miss you. i can't wait to see you and watch my movies. ~lol~ i won't ask you to make me coffee. though i may ask you to let me make dinner. i want to cook in a full sized kitchen again. ha!
Adam keeps adding kitchen gear, and you should feel free to come over and use it. We've recently undergone the glorious revolution of the cast-iron skillet. I told him he couldn't buy anything else until he added more kitchen storage. He said, "Oh, do we need some? Are the cabinets all full?" This after watching me plan and scheme for the new baker's rack because it has more storage room. Duh!
I'm feeling sick today, so I'm gonna sit on the couch and watch your movies tonight. =P
"This after watching me plan and scheme for the new baker's rack because it has more storage room."
Whutever! You wanted the new bakers rack because it was new and nifty! We could have totally thrown another board over the wine rack on the bottom of the old one and it would have been fine. If you think *I'm* out of control with the kitchen stuff then you're lucky you don't live with Marc.
We've got plenty of credit at the home improvement stores. Do you think any of them have the hanging pot / pan rack that you talked about for a while? Something like... THIS?
http://www.homedepot.com/prel80/HDUS/EN_US/diy_main/pg_diy.jsp?BV_SessionID=@@@@0701227116.1161785366@@@@&BV_EngineID=ccgiaddjekjjjgecgelceffdfgidgim.0&CNTTYPE=PROD_META&CNTKEY=misc/searchResults.jsp&MID=9876&N=2984+9147&pos=n11
Not that I relish the thought of attaching it to the wall. =P
And we totally need to get a post up here about the party, and how the living room is done.
...
When you gonna do that? ;D
Mel, the dream clearly means that you blame Smochs for your tenuous relationship with Mark.
Or maybe that in a past life, you were a fish and you're still coming to terms with breathing air.
Or maybe that the antichrist is coming, and you're making sure your friends are in line to defend your soul.
That is all.
Love, Annie the Psychic
P.S. Happy Birthday Adam!
Whatever you! I might as well live with Marc. You saw Marc's cast iron skillet and had to run right out and get one for yourself, Mr Hey-Why-Don't-You-Write-That-Blog-Entry-About-My-Birthday-Party-That-You-Planned-and-Executed-With-Your-Mad-Hostess-Skillz. Ha!
First off, there will be no hating of the cast iron skillet. They don't use their powers for good, they use them for awesome.
Wierd facial diseases scare me... my dad had Bells Palsy which was strange because he didn't have a stroke, he just got stressed out and one day half his face didn't work. There is one entertaining story that did come out of this, though... my brother and I were being twats at some point (surpirse, surprise) and my Dad sat us down to talk to us and get us under control. I wondered aloud if what we were doing could really make him mad, he pointed to his face and said, "does this look like a happy face."
There was a pause, as my 'nice' side tried to control what was going on, but my 'sarcastic' side (the overarching controlling side of my brain) won over...
I responded... 'which half?'
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