Today begins my management of the store while my
parents – Freudian slip? – bosses get married. I am in charge beginning today until September 2 and will be working everyday except for the day of the wedding, where I will be in attendance.
In last night’s dream, I was living in one of those New York fancy schmancy apartments (white marble and glass). I had hired a maid to help me keep my quarters clean and behind my back she was hiring others to keep up, though I didn’t seem to mind. The significant part was me trying to get ready for an interview at 2:00 pm – the time I begin my shift today – and because I had lost track of time, I was rushing to get showered and dressed. I knew what I was going to wear – which was my attire for the wedding, but my bedroom had turned into a restaurant. My closets were walk-in style and each had a different type of garment: shirts, jackets, shoes, etc. I remember encountering Kevin Costner or Mel Gibson in my shoe closet while trying to find my best black shoes when it struck me how many nice shoes were in the closet. I was tempted to use a nicer pair, but decided to stick with my own shoes.
This dream certainly represented the inundation of things on my plate: I want to get extra flea protection for Mojo, I start my management of the store today, I have a haircut scheduled for tomorrow before work, I need to cash some checks, I need to go to the grocery store, I have to finish a sample for a yarn representative by Monday, plans to call special orders at the store to come pick up their shit, whether or not to put all new stock out as it is arrived, making space for new stock, and graphic/web design duties. The fact that I have no car only compounds the sense of submersion.
My education has taught me one thing at a time; that is my plan and I am sticking to it. The title of this post came from the first thought that entered my head upon awakening.
Gosh! I remember walking to and from work when I worked at MADSearch in North Miami Beach, Florida. I never figured out how far it was, but with Florida’s humidity, it could be grueling at times. Mom and dad took Irma (visiting Texas cousin) to Weldon this weekend, so I am forced to make my own arrangements getting to and from work. Yesterday, I was able to catch a ride with Cathy after our boat outing, but I ended up having to walk home. Fortunately, the weather has cooled a bit and I took my time. I had barely broken a sweat by the time I got home.
One of the things I miss most about walking is the sights along the way. An old school friend’s mother has changed her front yard into a jungle of vegetation and flora. This was my first time walking by, stopping to investigate what is growing there. I’ve never seen lettuce(?) in the ground; these heads were humongous…and a pineapple? Love it! She also has oriental poppies that are magnificent. but I think with all the changes, they may be gone; I don’t remember seeing them this past spring.
It was 75°F in Culver City and the ocean breezes in Marina del Rey took it down to about 70°F. A beautiful day for a boat ride, albeit a Water Bus. I never got a chance to ride the Water Taxi in It was a $2.00 round trip and we even got to see some sea lions. If the crying brat fell overboard on the return trip, it would have been nicer, but all in all the tour around the Marina Harbor was a splendid outing.
I was shocked to see how dilapidated Fisherman’s Village has become. My parents used to take me there as a child and our treat would be a Hot Dog on a Stick Corn Dog. Hot Dog on a Stick is long since gone so I had to suffice for a frozen corn dog for $2.19. Pieces of Eight Restaurant at the west end had long ago changed to Shanghai Red’s, which was decent until our last brunch visit, after which my family never returned. Shanghai Red’s is not Whiskey Red’s – though the URL maintains Shanghai Red in it – and on the east end El Torito remains. I was tempted to buy an ice cream, but at $3 for the small, I changed my mind.
While I was waiting for Cathy, Brandi and Helen to finish their walking tour, I sat directly in the sun near the center lighthouse and started knitting. I didn’t even feel the heat for the beautiful breezes. I would have loved to have knit a gag for the brat that was carrying on, but managed to mentally ignore it enough not to push me to action.
The surprise was finding Indy Plush, where I found out I can have a custom Mojo plush made for $150.00. Now that I am rolling in the money, I just may take them up on the offer, while supporting another local artisan in the meantime.
I saw plenty of tour buses there, so it’s a shame there, so it’s a shame there are not more businesses. I have a feeling that rents are so astronomical, it doesn’t pay for small businesses to reside there.
The night before last night I had three dreams:
- My cousin Michael was helping me dress for interview and kept trying to see my peepee
- As I was approaching home in my car – I sold my car, so this was strange – a Ford pick up truck was over the center line and hit the front driver-side of my car, the accident causing a humongous sink hole. As I got out to examine the damages, I see a backwoods ginger climbing out of coming out of sinkhole, like a creature from hell. Apparently, he was sitting in the truck bed and fell into the hole created from the accident upon impact. Mom comes running out of the house, and I instruct her to stay while I go inside and call the cops. Next thing I know she is inside cooking my brothers meal and the culprits to get away.
- I was employed at a gas station where the customer were similar to the Wal-Martians.
I must have sympathetic wedding anxiety – and it’s getting worse – because last night every time I woke to pee – which is ridiculously frequent – and fell back into asleep my mind kept going back to the table setting. Every fucking little detail played itself out from place setting (bread knife, bread plate, butter knife, coffee cup and saucer dessert spoon, dessert fork, water glass, red wine glass, white wine glass, champagne glass, salad fork, dinner form, cocktail fork, charger, dinner plate, soup bowl, dinner knife, fish knife, dinner spoon, soup spoon, demitasse spoon) to linen choices (napkin, tablecloth, chair covers) to seating arrangement.
I may have to back to smoking marijuana nightly, just so I can get some sleep.
This morning I see – what looks to be fine – left over macaroni ‘n’ cheese in the sink, ready to go down into the garbage disposal.
Today, mom makes 5 dishes during the day for dinner: Rosti Potatoes, Beans, Turkey Backs, Chicken and Stew.
My nephew (working, high school graduate), who has his girlfriend over, asks my mom what’s for dinner. Nephew presents discontentment, suggesting pizza. Mom adds that she can make rice to go with the beans. Nephew says we are going to the movies at 8:00 pm and and mom concedes to pizza due to time constraints(?). Subsequently, nephew asks for $5 for Little Ceasars.
I say if he can afford to go the movies, he can afford a $5 pizza! If he can’t afford $5 for a pizza, he should just eat what has already been cooked.
Half of that food will go to waste because mom cooks something new every day.
I now understand why it took 44 years for me to grow up. The behaviors my family displays are disgusting to me. I suppose my sister is right, I must focus on gratitude that I don’t live that way…anymore.
Last night I dreamed that I was hanging with Cathy S. We were both recovering from addition – humorously, yarn. I can’t remember the circumstances behind our wandering the streets, but I think we were seeking a friend. Anyway, at one point during our wandering we encountered two mutual friends that had found the missing friend and were eager to connect with him because they had knowledge of his stash of drugs. I was not interested in going with them because I knew it would lead to trouble and relapse for me. Somehow Cathy and I had gotten separated, but they knew I was with her and extended a lewd invitation on her behalf. I answered that she would not be interested, shaming them for even considering her for their activities. When Cathy appeared, I told her what had transpired and she surprised the hell out of me by accepting the invitation and departing my company.
Now on a mission of vengeance – for what I have no recall – I happened across a gay bar where everyone was standing outside, trying to get in. For some reason, I was able to gain entrance despite the crowds and ended up being locked up inside. That is when Lisa May (KROQ Radio Personality?) and her friend freed me.
I think this dream was inspired by the song Lyin’ Eyes by the Eagles, which I had heard during my shift at work.
The next dream involved a family visit to Sea World. To gain entrance to the park, we had to individually undergo an examination which involved humiliation, conducted by this muscle-bound hunk and his gorgeous wife. I remember when it come to me the wife said for me to perform a task, but she kept moving the work area. This did not phase me, so she moved on to another task where she pinched my nipples while barraging me with questions. By this time, I was completely over the shenanigans and I pinched her nipples back; that’s when I found out the guy was her husband. He proceeded to pinch my nipples even harder – little did he know that I liked-d it – and I began to pinch his, proceeding to caress his chest, which led to a state of frenzied intimacy.
Then I woke up.
I think the second dream was inspired by an email exchange with my boss in which my humor did not carry through in my email and he was defending his fiance.
The dreams are back, ranging from my bosses wedding to old school friends and baby-making. I have been teasing my boss who is about to remarry that she and her new husband should have another baby to seal the deal. She has already had three and he has already had one, so she is not inclined, but in a dream the other night, she and I were shopping and she was buying baby shoes. I’m just sayin’.
A second dream on another night had me assisting the wedding party decorate a mansion for her wedding. As time was running out, we used the last hour to change from our work clothes to our party clothes. At the same time, my bosses family (Italian descent) was arriving and while I had my pants down, her aunt saw me.
Last night I had one dream where I was driving again, but no matter which direction I drove, within one mile I would always encounter the beach. Cut to the second dream where an old school friend – not sure if it was Thelma J. or Kathy Y. – who wanted to sleep with me naked so she could get pregnant. WTF? At least I didn’t have to have sex with her. The day I complied with my friends request, we retired to Judy’s house to hang out and were joined by Mitchell W., who was naked and confessed he had always had a crush on me and wanted me to be his boyfriend.
I’ve known Judy since kindergarten, Kathy since fourth grade and Mitchell since second grade. I was fortunate to reconnect with Judy and Kathy at my 30th high school reunion. Mitchell and I were never close, though as a kid I can remember a time when I would have liked to be close to Mitchell. I bet he is a very handsome adult. OMG! I just looked him up on Facebook and he has a military service picture up. Mmm, mmm, mmm!
SYNOPSIS: DVD Cover
After her deadbeat father jumps bail and mysteriously disappears, 17-year old Ree Dolly (Jennifer Lawrence) must find a way to track him down or she’ll be left without a home or custody of her two young siblings. To Avoid losing everything, Ree must hack through the lies and threats looming everywhere in her rural town to piece together the dangerous truth about her father — without getting herself killed — in this taut, pulse-pounding thriller.
I would hardly call this a “taut, pulse-pounding thriller” because
- I could hardly understand the dialogue in the movie
- I only got a gist of what happened to the father
- The disturbing behaviors of the town’s inhabitants
- The slow pace of the townsfolk
Perhaps if I had not been working while watching the movie I might have been more enrapt, but it’s highly doubtful. If anything, I found the behavior of the townsfolk to be the most scariest thing about this movie. That’s a culture that scares the hell out of me. Thankfully, I have no desire to visit places like that.
Now, at least, I can say I’ve seen the movie that made Jennifer a star. I was surprised to learn that Garrett Dillahunt was in the movie as Sheriff Baskin. I liked him in Raising Hope and find him attractive.
SYNOPSIS: Official Movie Website
Jason Bateman (“Identity Thief”) makes his feature directorial debut with the subversive comedy BAD WORDS. He stars as Guy Trilby, a 40-year-old who finds a loophole in the rules of The Golden Quill national spelling bee and decides to cause trouble by hijacking the competition. While reporter Jenny Widgeon (Kathryn Hahn of “We’re the Millers”) attempts to discover his true motivation, Guy finds himself forging an unlikely alliance with a competitor: awkward 10-year-old Chaitanya Chopra (Rohan Chand of “Homeland”), who is completely unfazed by Guy’s take-no-prisoners approach to life.
Love, love love! I suppose I loved this movie so much because I could readily identify with Guy and his nefarious ways. From the very beginning – seeing the same scenes from the trailers – I was laughing my ass off. Behind the laugh out loud humor there is a secret plot that really played to me: vengeance. The relationship that develops between Guy and Chaitanya is endearing as it is humorous, as is the relationship between Guy and Jenny.
I think I might even rent it a second time; I liked the move that much. Definitely the highlight of the last six movies I rented.
SYNOPSIS: Official Movie Website
BASED ON THE INCREDIBLE TRUE STORY
Based on the #1 New York Times best-selling book of the same name, HEAVEN IS FOR REAL brings to the screen the true story of a small-town father who must find the courage and conviction to share his son’s extraordinary, life-changing experience with the world.
I love movies like this, which leave it up to the viewer to decide on the veracity of the proposed plot. While I do believe in God – having received proof, when asked – I have a hard time believing in Jesus as a savior or heaven for that matter. Perhaps I should pray to God and ask him if heaven is for real. Just like Colton, I have also had angels sing to me – in a dream – when I was at a crossroads and lowest point of my life – answering my heartfelt prayer as to what to do next.
Even if I was to believe in heaven, just like it is asked in the movie: Would I change the way I live? That’s a tough one to answer. I strive to be a better person, but have a hard time distinguishing the fine lines that rule faith-based actions.
I loved the cast including Greg Kinnear, Margo Martindale and Thomas Haden Church.
I found the movie inspiring and spiritually moving.