my day in short

I was at work for more than an hour before I realized I was wearing my shirt backwards. Sigh...

WTF Wednesday

First of all a big thank you for all your comments, good wishes and hugs yesterday!

WTF...I think I had the grown-up version of that famous college dream where you arrive for finals and realize you didn't attend the class all semester (although I never actually had that dream). In my dream last night we were having a dinner party. Several people showed up...probably 20 and I realized some would have to eat in our basement/playroom and I had no dinner prepared (I'm not exactly the "I'll whip something up kind of gal" or MacGyver in the kitchen) and didn't have much food in the house AND only one bottle of wine (likely at that point I would have called dibs on the bottle).

WTF...is up with traffic today?? Grrrr. While Donnie and I were stuck in slooooow-moving traffic, I told him the following story--funny how things pop in your head. When I lived in NY, I used to leave for work at 6:30am. I jumped on the appropriately named F train in Brooklyn and even though there were people standing there was an empty seat so I took it. About a second after I sat down I knew why it was vacant...it was next to an elderly homeless woman who was a bit smelly. I can still picture her VERY clearly all these years later.

She crossed her legs and accidentally kicked me and gave a loud, "Sorry, Honey" to me in a classic smoker's voice. I smiled that it was no problem then she lit a cigarette and most of the people on the train looked at ME as though I should tell her there's no smoking on the train. Yeah, right, not gonna be the one...

I decided I would move but didn't want to hurt the woman's feelings so my plan was to wait until the train stopped and I would jump on another car (that way so she would think I was simply getting off the train entirely). WAY too much thinking on this--it's NY--who cares what anyone does. I get off the train but because of the crowd waiting to get on I couldn't make it to the car ahead before the doors shut so I'm left standing on the platform.

Okay, fine, I'll wait at the Jay Street Borough Hall station. I'm sure why but for some reason I never liked that particular station. While I'm patiently waiting at probably 6:40am, an older man, who was as creepy as I thought the station was, came up next to me and whispered in a gravely voice, "Your train's coming" near my ear. UGH. I moved away and sat on a bench but he sat next to me to periodically tell me "Your train's coming."

Finally, another train did come and I could get to work. This train was less crowded with plenty of seats. I opted to sit next to a businessman knowing it would be a quiet ride and I could read. Soon after the train started moving, the businessman began talking to his hands in a very animated way. I don't remember ever being so happy to arrive at work.

WTF...When I asked Bug questions this morning he responded by roaring like a tiger. I don't speak tiger and definitely don't speak toddler tiger (I guess that would be cub).

Thanks to Sane Without Drugs for the vent session.

WTF Wednesday

WTF is up with my dreams...

Last week I had a dream that I was in college and opted to take an acting class. Robert DeNiro was in my class. I was really annoyed that I would be graded against his talents and knew he would throw off any kind of curve there might be. Plus, he admitted he took the class for an easy A. And I showed up for class carrying a bag of dog poop. Ugh...

Last night I had a dream that Springsteen was my neighbor!! He and Patti (and kids) lived two doors away from me. I find this dream/real life connection interesting. They (the Springsteens) were living in the house where a real-life-Bruce and his family live (except that neighbor Bruce could be Stephen Colbert's twin). Both wives have red hair and both families have three kids.

Anyway, I went over to the house. Patti and I were chatting but I couldn't see Bruce anywhere (and I was looking but trying not to be TOO obvious). We were going to one of Springsteen's kids baseball games. I knew Bruce was home because I heard him call the kids to get in the car but the next image was the Springsteen minivan driving away but no glimpse of Bruce. Sigh.

Patti and I drove together and we stopped off for lunch first. On the drive she gave me gifts that were Bruce related...a Tiger puppet with a Bruce Born in the USA scarf (WTF?) and a poster from some magazine on a clipboard. After lunch Patti forgot her wallet so I paid but she 'approved' my credit card by slipping the waitress a note that she was Bruce's wife. Then for some reason she gave me her wallet so I had her ID.

While we were leaving I saw a headline in the Washington Post that said, "Bruce Springsteen in a coma since yesterday." I was nervous to point it out her but wondered if that's why I hadn't seen him at the house. Then I woke up to Bug's complaint that his cars fell out of his bed and he was wet. If I'm going to have a dream about Springsteen, is it too much to ask to actually SEE him?

Oh, and I had a dream our road construction was done...

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WTF Wednesday

WTF...Where oh where have the road workers gone? I think our construction guys are European and have taken the month of August off. Earlier this summer we were warned given notices that construction would take place from 7am until 7pm Monday through Saturday. Apparently, not every Monday through Saturday.

We passed the one year anniversary of road construction--and yet there was no celebration--or a driveway we can use. They're not building a stadium for the Olympics--they're doing street construction on three city blocks. Oh, and I emailed my councilperson for an update last week and after an initial "I'll check and get back to you" I've heard nothing.

WTF...I recently heard "oh Jethuth" (through a pacifier) in addition to "oh dammit." Perhaps Bug overheard it when his parents were talking about the road construction...oops.

WTF...Why do pharmaceutical ads say "product has greater risk of death." Isn't death 100% for everyone? I get what they're saying but it's goofy.

WTF...How can the summer be over winding down and I've not spent any time with this little sweetie:



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