My Mom and I are in Omaha. We have to get back to Albuquerque, but we're on two different flights. We have 11 minutes until the planes take off. Mom is reluctant to get to her plane. Very stressful. I end up on a plane that crashes. I survive, but scream and scream and scream that Mom never got on her plane. I'm crying and screaming on some tarmac somewhere. Then I see her, and just cry and cry. I wake up crying.

Welcome to Monday morning!


I hate plane dreams. I really, really do. I don't know why they're so awful, but they just are. Even when there are no crashes.

Maybe that's because I always seem to be dreaming about trying to get on a plane to FRANCE.

"You're *French*, aren't you?"
--Meg Ryan's character, to Kevin Kline's, in FRENCH KISS

Keep breathing, sweetie. Find some water. *hugs!*
Pammikins | 12.13.04 - 5:21 pm | #

P.S. Why is David forbidden to me?
Pammikins | 12.13.04 - 5:22 pm | #

Just feel it. It's all ok. You are still "doing well." You are allowed all of this.
tifanie | 12.13.04 - 7:50 pm | #


Much love,
Mimi | 12.14.04 - 7:14 am | #

P.s. Pam --
David is also forbidden to me.
He is the forbidden fruit that no one can touch.
Without a 20 foot pole.

(Yes, my brain is fried. Been up since 5:30am. x_x)
Mimi | 12.14.04 - 7:16 am | #

dude, he's MINE. that's why. we made a vow in public a few years back.
a | Homepage | 12.14.04 - 9:11 am | #

but seriously folks, his site got eaten by the great Internet Gobbler a few weeks ago and he HAD NO BACKUP. it's gone. it's back to the drawing board.
a | Homepage | 12.14.04 - 9:11 am | #

Shite. I thought he set that up as some sort of Davidish joke.
tifanie | 12.14.04 - 7:30 pm | #

Well, it was a funny joke, even if not one and not set up.
Mike M. | Homepage | 12.15.04 - 1:29 am | #

I have said this on more than one occasion and for more than one reason but I will gladly repeat myself here:


I know that may seem odd coming from someone that so many people often refer to as a nerd/geek/computer dweeb/circuit head. However, it's true. Copmuters (as my wretched fingers often like to type) are my bane. I loathe them in every way. But mostly I have self loathing for being dumb and not publishing my site in the normal way liek a normal person which is to use somethign like FrontPage or Dreamweaver, blah blah blah. No, I had to be all smart and do it manually. It's kinda like the doctor who's kids always get sick or the optometrist who never has new glasses. Anyway, as the great Homer Simpson once said, when being forced to finally take out the trash when the pile accidentally fell to the ground, "I can rebuild!"

d | 12.16.04 - 11:17 am | #

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