Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays

Posted: July 29, 2010 in Blog Carnival

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So.  I had a dream.  It involved a water buffalo, but not the type you’re thinking of.  Actually, he looked EXACTLY like the type you’re thinking of, but he was aquatic.  As in, he hung out in the pool.  I did, too, and I was his best friend.  Every now and then, he’d catch me unawares in a big ol’ buffalo hug.  His name was Bob.  Also in my dream was a disabled grocery cart.  This grocery cart loved to swim, although she could also roll around on dry land.  Problem was, she could only roll or swim sideways!  This handicap caused her much frustration and embarrassment.  Fortunately, I was able to tinker with her wheels a little bit and set her straight.  Literally.  She was so overjoyed, she pulled me into the pool with her and we swam forward and backward, while singing a little ditty called “Forward and Backward,” which went a little something like this:

Forward, and backward!
Forward, and backward!
Forward, and backward!
(repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat…)

Oh, and Mattie’s son was in the pool as well.  He did NOT like water balloons.  He was about six months old in my dream.  Throwing a water balloon at him was a really bad idea.  (Don’t get mad, Mattie; it wasn’t me.  It was Bob the Aquatic Buffalo.  He just wanted to play.)

. . .

My room smells like deviled eggs.  Minus the mayo.  And mustard.  And eggs.  Okay, so my room smells like vinegar.  Why, you ask?  Well.  I’m trying to get the cat to stop pooping on the floor.*  I hear cats don’t care for vinegar.  Put two and two together here, and you’ll get a smelly bedroom.  Still pretty sure it’s better than the other kind of smell…

. . .

My husband got a really bad sunburn recently whilst floating the river.  (In fact, his failed application of sunblock rendered it quite the hilarious burn.  Splotches all over.)  Anyway, he’s been peeling like crazy, but he can’t reach it on his back.  That leaves me with the job of peeling him.  Gross?  No!  I think it’s awesome!  Every night before bed I’ve been peeling sheets of skin off of my husband.  Sounds gross now that I say it that way, but it was cool.  I like the little swishing sound the big pieces make.  Okay, I’ll stop now.

. . .

*Update! (You see, I collaborate this list throughout the week, adding randomness as I go along.)  I have moved kitty’s box to another room and changed the type of litter.  In fact, he both one-ed and two-ed within three minutes of my setting it up.  (I’m sure you’re delighted to know.)  He LOVES his new throne, and we’ve had no problems since.  Hopefully, life will continue normally without feces on our carpet.

. . .

I actually prayed about that.  Is it weird to ask God to make your cat stop pooping on the floor?  Well, it worked.

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Comments
  1. macayla says:

    1. You’re an awesome mom already. Your dream proves your awesomeness. It sounds like a really great Silly Song with Larry. Your kids love you already.

    2. It is perfectly fine to pray about cat pooping habits. I’m 100% sure God cares about where your kitty makes his grumpy. I can say this with all certainty, because He tells me what to pack in my suitcase when I go on a trip. If He cares enough to tell me to put a Sharpie, rubber bands, and a clothes pin in my suitcase, then He cares about cat grumpies.

  2. Wendy says:

    Peeling each other was a family activity when I was growing up. When I see someone who is peeling, I have to force myself not to reach out and start peeling off their dead skin. Does this make me disturbed? Maybe. But I like it.

  3. jasonS says:

    I believe it’s hinted at in the Bible that cat digestion and hygiene is a major priority to God. 🙂 I pray about stuff like that too. Hey, Philippians says do not be anxious about ANTYHING but pray about EVERYTHING. I think that qualifies.

    As one who has suffered through a terrible sunburn like the one you described, I applaud that you did not shun him, but there’s a very fine line between supportive and serial killer-y. You might need to take stock of your life- just a suggestion. 🙂

    • Serial killer-y? What about my peeling him makes me want to kill him? I don’t see the connection.

      I will say that finding his skin in the bed in the morning was definitely less than appealing, however.

  4. HisFireFly says:

    What an amazing dream.. leaves me wanting to go swimming with a shopping cart and random animals..

  5. ~Brenda says:

    Wow. I see we both regularly say poop on our blogs.

    And the peeling thing? I enjoy it too. But don’t tell anyone. Cuz that seriously is sick … in a cool way.

  6. DS says:

    Oh yes… I love me a good sunburn to peel. 🙂 Now, I don’t want to pull skin off your husband, but I do enjoy it… I know what you mean, Lainie!

    But oh my, it is very sickening the way you wrote it. I think peeling skin should take place outside the bed. That way, you don’t have to sleep in it.

    And the dreams! I get perturbed if I don’t dream. It’s like I wasted 6 hours!

  7. Helen says:

    That dream was really out there. Good for you!
    I am not fond of peeling off skin, even my own, but hey, to each her own…
    I think it is okay to pray about kitty litter. He knows we are thinking about it anyway….

  8. I’ve fallen on the floor and I can’t get up! I’m having a dream about my headstone. It reads, “She laughed herself to death. And it was Lainie’s fault.”

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