Anticipation

It's Friday, though with all the things I have going on, the weekend doesn't feel like a reprieve.  

I have vacation coming up and there's a lot to get ready for- 

meals to plan, food to buy, tie dye supplies to buy... 

And though I'm looking forward to vacation- 

specifically not working or 

dealing with people 

and being with my family

for a week, 

I'm really excited for this September.  

What's up in September you ask?

 This:

There is a video that goes with this photo. It's pretty hilarious.

 

DJ Jazzy J and the Fresh Princess

Basically, it's one hell of a hootenanny!

I CAN'T WAIT!

Already?!

I can't believe that it's that time of year again where I travel with my family to Deltaville for the annual Heritage Day Celebration.  

Wasn't it just St Patrick's Day?

Photo from St Patrick's Day taken by the Brat Child

Looking forward to a great weekend, taking some great pictures and meeting up with some great friends at a great Ballpark (and maybe some great wine in a dirty Big Gulp cup in the parking lot).  

 

It's gonna be GREAT!

Day 22: What Do You Want Your Future to be Like?

Full of this:

WINE-ONE-ONE!

Today I am headed south to Deltaville for some much needed R&R.  While there I plan on heading over to Chesapeake Bay Woman's place for a shindig that will include several other Blisters (blog+sister) from the area and maybe if we're lucky, some from out of town. 

I am certain there will be some of this:

(great food)

Some of this:

(because Chockit-shakes are sort of on the way to CBW's house

if I drive past her house then turn around and go back to her house)

Some of this:

(people in crab hats though not in the water because I like CBW and wouldn't want her to get hypothermia)

Some of this:

(great friends and people running around saying things like "O-M-G!" and "Oh HELL yeah!")

and a whole lotta this:

See y'all Monday once I've returned and recovered.

(with hopefully lots of new photos and blog post ideas)

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.