Drama In Fake Life:

In Which Our Heroine Is Kidnapped!

I almost never remember my dreams. In fact, it's a rare occasion when I do, and I get all excited. On Sunday night I had a dream, and was thrilled that I remembered it in great detail Monday morning. The strange thing is I hadn't been watching any intense TV, movies, or reading any thrilling books. And as far as rich food, Jill and I had gone to the 99 on the way home from Craig's concert, but I would hardly call what we ate rich food... or good, for that matter, but I digress!

THE DREAM!

I'd been kidnapped, but got on a plane to get away from my abducters.

Uh - oh... One of the kidnappers followed me onto the plane, so I was still in grave danger.

We landed in Montreal (b/c that's where ALL abductees go) and I ran toward the rental car place, but alas, I had no cash.

Conversation with myself, about the dilema, as I'm running, "I don't have any cash, but if I use my debit or credit card, they'll be able to trace me to which car I rented, and know that of course I'm driving home to NH." WHAT TO DO?!?

Then, I saw the kidnapper... and I KNEW who he was! His curly hair disguise didn't fool me! NPR, I'd know you anywhere... and why were you trying to kidnap me, anyway??

Because I couldn't pay cash, and wisely wouldn't put the rental on my credit card, I pulled a move that will put me in line to be the next Jack(queline) Bauer! I hid under the table of the rental car place!

And as much as I tried to go back to sleep, I couldn't, so we'll never know if:

A) I made it back to NH safely?

B) I did make it home, how did I get a car? Or did I find another way?

C) Whether NPR ever got his hair straightened after having it curly.

Transported to Another Realm...

... is pretty much the thought that keeps coming to mind when I think about Craig's recital.

The music made me laugh!

It made me cry.

It made me worship!

It made my throat hurt, because it was so beautiful!

And combined with the beauty of the pieces, there was the overwhelming realization that kept coming... Craig CREATED this!

Wow.

You've Heard of Multi-Tasking...

... but have you heard of Multi-Injuring?? It's the newest big thing! This happened while my old computer was being laid to rest, and before my new one came in... so if you've heard this saga, feel free to skip. If you haven't, enjoy! :)

You know Dick VanDyke in "Mary Poppins" and how he plays all those instruments at the same time? I felt like him, except with injuries several Friday nights ago.

I woke up in the middle of the night with my back hurting VERY badly! Sometimes when my back hurts, it effects my stomach as well, so not only was I in excruciating pain, but I was also nauseous. I tried to massage my back for a bit, but it didn't help, so I decided to get my pain meds. Only thing is, they were out in my car.

So here I was, wrapped in my bathrobe, out at my car at 2:30 in the morning, digging in the dark through my bag to find my ibuprofen. Imagine my relief when I found it! But, because it was late and I didn't want to wake up Evan and Jill with slamming car doors, I tried to close it quietly. I succeeded in closing it quietly, but I also succeeded in closing my thumb in the door as well. Haven't done that in years, and the pain was beyond intense!

As I stumbled into my apartment with tears streaming down my face, I thought about that whole thing of "if you're in pain, hurt something else, and it will take your mind off the original pain." And I thought very angry thoughts to the person who first said that, because it's not true. All that happens is that there are now three things that hurt instead of just two!

I was standing in the kitchen trying to pour a glass of water with which to take the pills, and my back was spazzing, my stomach was threatening to expel all of it's contents and my thumb was throbbing. On the microwave the time glowed 2:38 & I remember thinking, "I don't think I've ever cried at 2:38 in the morning before."

My queasy stomach finally won out, and I went running to the bathroom. After finishing in there, I grabbed my ice pack and went back to bed with ice on my back, a less upset stomach and a still-throbbing thumb.

When I woke up (later) Saturday morning, and was putting on my makeup, I saw that in my stomach's vigor of expelling all the contents from the night before, I had broken all the blood vessels underneath my eyes! And that just made me laugh out loud!

So, Dick Van Dyke - eat your heart out! I'm well on the way to being just like you... only different!

A Question to Ponder...

Today I saw a poster that said (in effect) "Drink lots of coffee, but do it in your own mug, not styrofoam, because styrofoam cups can sit in landfills for 500 years."

And I began to wonder... "How long ago was styrofoam invented?? Surely it hasn't been around for that long!" Being the resourceful female that I am, I Googled the subject, and the results are as follows:

Styrofoam was invented in the 1940's!

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? If something has only been around for roughly 60 years, how does this poster-maker know it will sit in a landfill for 500!?!?!?

What do you think??

Happy Resurrection Day!!

Not a word was heard at the tomb that day
Just shuffling soldiers feet as they guarded the grave.
One day, two days, three days had passed
Could it be that Jesus had breathed His last?

Could it be that His Father had forsaken Him?
Turned His back on His Son, despising our sin?
All hell seemed to whisper, "Just forget Him, He's dead,"
Then the Father looked down at His Son and said,

"Arise My Love, Arise My Love
The grave no longer has a hold on You
No more death's sting, no more suffering
Arise, Arise, My Love!"

The earth trembled and tomb began to shake
and like lightning from Heaven, the stone rolled away
And like dead men the guards stood there in fright
As the power of Love displayed it's might

And suddenly a melody filled the air
Riding wings of love, it was everywhere.
The words all creation had been longing to hear
The sweet sound of VICTORY so loud and clear!

"Arise My Love, Arise My Love
The grave no longer has a hold on You
No more death's sting, no more suffering
Arise, Arise, My Love!"

Sin, where are your shackles?
Death, where is your sting?
Hell hath been defeated!
The grave could not hold my King!

"Arise My Love, Arise My Love
The grave no longer has a hold on You
No more death's sting, no more suffering
Arise... Arise...Arise!"

"Oh no - Wrangler ate her kittens!!"

Was the first thought of my sleep fogged brain this morning, when I got up and saw the basket void of kittens!

But, no, cats do not eat their young as so many in the animal kingdom do. Wrangler had just cleverly hidden them in a cupboard that she accessed by crawling underneath the stove. Do the joys of owning felines ever end??

By the by - thanks to all for the warm welcome back to the blogosphere! It's been such fun to check the responses! To answer the question posed, I will now describe the minicats that now reside in my apartment. One is black and white (surprise!! That seems to be a Jones special. All of The Cuteness' kittens were a variation of that, as have been the kittens that Evan and Jill's cats have had) and the other one is all gray with a white head. So very cute!

Hurray for having a COMPUTER again!!

I'M BACK!!! Thanks to DJ's expertise, I have a laptop and am back in the business of blogging. I've sure missed it... more than I thought I would.

And how fun is it that I have a great story to come back with???

I went to bed on Monday night, but at midnight I was awoken by a cat who had something to prove. Wrangler wanted to set the record straight once and for all, declaring herself a female in a way that can’t be mistaken. There on the floor of my room, with myself as midwife and witness, at 12:54 am, Wrangler brought forth one small kitten into this world. (I will not be making any observations as to the gender of said kitten, as we all know how well the last guess turned out!)

I waitied for over an hour for more kittens to come, but Wrangler decided that one was enough, and was she ever proud! She purred loud enough I was surprised that the cops weren’t called for a noise violation!

So, last night I came home, exhausted from the midwifery of the night before and wanting to turn in early. That was not to be, because wonder of wonders, Wrangler (or -ah) had decided that after waiting 20 hours, it was time to grace the world with another one of her offspring! Yup - you heard me correctly! At 10:40 last night, she had another kitten.

I have a feeling that for the next couple weeks I will be constantly staring at her stomach, trying to decide whether she might produce another kitten for the heck of it!

And that's how I've re-entered the blogging world... Catch you all around :)