Monday Meditation- But Not Really

Where do I begin? 

It seems lately I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off.  

I don't really know if they run around without their heads, but just last night while trying to catch chickens 

I realized those cluckers run fast! 

They also fly.  

And one likes to hide in poison ivy. 

Thankfully my lovely significant other was too busy laughing to think to take any incriminating photos or video- trust me, it's as crazy and hilarious as you are picturing in your head. 

One of my busy tasks this weekend was building a chicken coop.  

I didn't actually do much other than push or hold pieces of 2x4, comment on how cute I thought my significant other looked cutting wood and change the dimension of the coop last minute so Midge and her boyfriend had to drive to Lowe's for more lumber. 

Today I will again be helping to finish the project.

In other news.... the Brat Child is graduating from Kindergarten into 1st grade today.  

According to him, he could 

"Sewiouswy gwaduate into fird gwade accuz I have a super giant bwain." 

Also, he attended "kids' church" for the first time this Sunday.  

I wonder how many other parents had to give the 

"No burping, No farting, No talking about burping or farting, if you fart do not announce that you have farted, Do Not ask people if "they smell that"" talk to their child before church?

And that gorgeous creature in the yellow dress- My daughter Midge- is graduating from HIGH SCHOOL on Friday.  

This has sent me into a tailspin of stress, anxiety and panic.

Not only because I have the graduation of my first born and only daughter and how she's all grown up, yadda yadda, but I have a largish party to prepare for AND all the things required for her to go off to college at the end of August: 

 Financial Aid forms, student loan deadlines, correspondence with her field hockey and basketball coaches...

I CAN NOT wait for it all to be done and set.  

Then I can spend my time worrying about nothing at places like this...

Easily Amused

Am I the only one that thinks the description "hard dinghies" is amusing?

I also love the word dinghy.

The Dream

You may arrive here expecting me to wax poetic about my goals and aspirations.  You'd be disappointed.  Today's blog entry is simply a recounting of an odd dream I recently had starring myself and fellow blogger and friend Chesapeake Bay Woman.  I opted to illustrate the story of my odd dream in a similar fashion as one of my other favorite blogs Hyperbole and a Half.  Let the story begin....

One day, Chesapeake Bay Woman (CBW) and I were hanging out on a floating dock.

(no, I don't know why and I'm not sure how we got on it or what specific body of water we were floating on, but I'm certain it was somewhere in the Deltaville/Mathews area)

We were wearing some of our favorite accessories and holding hands. 

(for those who are unsure, CBW is the blonde in the crab hat)

Suddenly, Danger appeared!

Hundreds of Mean Bloodthirsty Sharks surrounded our floating dock. 

How would we ever make it to shore?!

As we were trying to determine how to escape to safety, several crab pots floated to the surface (yes, I know crab pots don't float but apparently my subconscious doesn't know that). 

The crab pots were full of Mean Angry Crabs trying to pinch us. 

We were worried.

Then we had an idea!

We could leap from crab pot to crab pot and get to the shore.

(please note: we are pointing our index fingers in an "ah-ha" sort of way NOT flipping people off.  On second thought, I guess it depends on who is reading this.)

So we did.

(Does anyone else think CBW's crab hat looks like a helmet here? Does anyone else become overcome by laughter at the thought of a crab hat helmet?)

It was around this time during the night that the Brat Child came into my room and woke me up subsequently ending my dream- before I knew the ending. 

Did we get eaten by the sharks? Did we make it to shore?

I'm saying that we did make it back to shore and drank a lot of wine once we got there.

I wonder what my next odd dream will be about.....

And yes, it's true- Not all my puppies is barkin'

*No crabs, sharks or killer geese were harmed in the making of this blogpost.