I originally posted this on my blog back in November of 2008. My nickname for Tony back then was "Shorty" and he would have been 1 year old at the time. I now want to rededicate it to both our boys who have shown us that Holland is a lot more fun than where we thought we were going with the adoption of special needs boys!
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
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Midweek Minute: It's Happening!
Welcome to the Midweek Minute
Where I talk about the here and now...
(Song currently playing on my Spotify: Gotta Get To Jesus by the Collingsworth Family)
Today marks the beginning of a new kind of post you can expect from me.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Remember: This Was Only a Dream!
I had a super funny dream last night that I just have to share. It made me wake up laughing!
So I dreamt that we moved out to the country (sigh, only a dream) and it was onto a small farm. The small farm had a little garden plot that the black birds had taken over and we had no idea how to get rid of them. We also had a bunch of those little hairy piglets but they had not made up to us. Well, as it turns out, my grandparents and parents decided to come over and "see the farm". My grandpa brought out this incredible tool that I would LOVE to have if it exists in real life! It was this gasoline powered tool that had all these cutting gadget on it and sander panels and you used it to distress furniture! (Really wished it existed outside my dreams!) Anyway, my grandpa knew I would like it, so he brought it out to the farm to show me. Well, after I oohed and awed, I handed it back to grandpa and the thing started smoking! So he takes off the gas tank but it has already started to catch fire. You can tell he wants to try to save the tank cause it went that awesome tool but we are all yelling for him to throw it cause it's gonna blow! Finally he throws it towards the field where the garden plot is and sure enough, it explodes in the middle of the corn patch the black birds wouldn't leave alone. There were birds flying every where and dropping dead and smoke every which way! It was a great way to meet the neighbors cause they all came down their long driveways to see what was up with these new people that had moved in. Oh and the little hairy piggies that wouldn't make up to us? I guess they were over by the garden plot when the gas tank blew up and all of a sudden they were our best friends following us every where. Shortly after the gas can fiasco I asked my mom (not sure why) if I could ride my bike downtown to see the new town with a gal that I met across the street after the curfuffle. When I went in the shed to get my bike the little piggies acted like they were my long lost friends and begged for water to quench their thirsty little tongues...
Oh and side note, I found out my friend Shirley B. adopted a Great Dane and named him Bart, I believe. (Would love to find out if she would like one...)
And that, my friends, is an example of the weird dreams I have! It's pretty crazy in here!
So I dreamt that we moved out to the country (sigh, only a dream) and it was onto a small farm. The small farm had a little garden plot that the black birds had taken over and we had no idea how to get rid of them. We also had a bunch of those little hairy piglets but they had not made up to us. Well, as it turns out, my grandparents and parents decided to come over and "see the farm". My grandpa brought out this incredible tool that I would LOVE to have if it exists in real life! It was this gasoline powered tool that had all these cutting gadget on it and sander panels and you used it to distress furniture! (Really wished it existed outside my dreams!) Anyway, my grandpa knew I would like it, so he brought it out to the farm to show me. Well, after I oohed and awed, I handed it back to grandpa and the thing started smoking! So he takes off the gas tank but it has already started to catch fire. You can tell he wants to try to save the tank cause it went that awesome tool but we are all yelling for him to throw it cause it's gonna blow! Finally he throws it towards the field where the garden plot is and sure enough, it explodes in the middle of the corn patch the black birds wouldn't leave alone. There were birds flying every where and dropping dead and smoke every which way! It was a great way to meet the neighbors cause they all came down their long driveways to see what was up with these new people that had moved in. Oh and the little hairy piggies that wouldn't make up to us? I guess they were over by the garden plot when the gas tank blew up and all of a sudden they were our best friends following us every where. Shortly after the gas can fiasco I asked my mom (not sure why) if I could ride my bike downtown to see the new town with a gal that I met across the street after the curfuffle. When I went in the shed to get my bike the little piggies acted like they were my long lost friends and begged for water to quench their thirsty little tongues...
Oh and side note, I found out my friend Shirley B. adopted a Great Dane and named him Bart, I believe. (Would love to find out if she would like one...)
And that, my friends, is an example of the weird dreams I have! It's pretty crazy in here!
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