I have never claimed to be a cook. Or comfortable in the kitchen. In my opinion, Hamburger Helper totally counts as a home cooked meal. I’m usually okay with this. Every once in awhile though, I get a little crazy. I attempt to step outside of my Hamburger Helper box and actually fix a meal. Well, as close as I can get to “fixing a real meal.” Today I had one of those wild hairs.
funny
I like…
I like the fall…
I like summer even more.
I like pink Starbursts …
I like purple Skittles even more.
The dream was kind of a bang (but that’s just a theory)
I had a couple epiphanies Sunday morning.
Let me back up and explain. Are you familiar with the sitcom Big Bang Theory? If not, watch TBS on any given night. That will catch you up.
There was not much programming on television last week. Well, as always, something is always on but that something is not always worth watching. I don’t even really watch anymore, I just need background noise for when I’m doing worthwhile endeavors like surfing YouTube videos and keeping up with my peeps via Facebook.
So, I turn on the television and pay no attention to it for the evening. Or at least I think I do. There is a chance that even when ignored the programming digs into my psyche and takes root.
Last week, I settled on BBT on TBS almost every evening I was online. Did you know TBS plays it for three hours on Friday AND Saturday evening?
It does. And I had it on.
Late Saturday night or perhaps early Sunday morning, I had a dream. A rather odd dream. I dreamt the time was post-apocalyptic (if you have read more than one post in this blog you may realize that is a recurring theme in my dreams. Don’t judge me. Don’t analyze me. Let’s stay focused on the post at hand here) and the BBT characters were the only survivors. Well, the cast and the people in charge of the laugh track. Because there was still laughter.
They were holed up in a local building here in my hometown that used to be a bank. It’s a pretty white building in the “historic” (as historic as it can get when the town has been here for just over 100 years) downtown area. I used to work across the street from it and daydreamed I could buy it and turn it into my own video production studio. Ah, a different kind of dream.
As it is, the building is dilapidated and sits empty with boards in the windows. It should be torn down. But that’s another story.
Back to this story, the BBT cast holed up in this old building and tried setting up tents. They couldn’t figure out how. Enter Penny who just flipped the tent out of the box and it set itself up. Cue laugh track.
The biggest laugh came when one of the characters (I’m assuming Howard) stated epiphany number one: the guys (all scientists) are handy to have around before the apocalypse (to maybe prevent it – even though they didn’t in this case) but not so helpful after the fact (when it came to surviving).
It was funnier when he said it.
Epiphany number 2 occurred after I woke up: I really gotta lay off the BBT. So, I’ll be watching something else this week.
A favorite topic?
A dream is just a dream by ck
Dream a little dream by ck
Sometimes dreams are my happy place by ck
The meaning behind the dream by ck
Just find Shawn and Gus by ck
Night owls and early birds… wait, don’t some owls eat birds?
The mythical and unknown (and often blamed) “they” say opposites attract. Perhaps they are right.
Pleading
Salon scuttlebutt
I looked in the mirror this morning and saw a Chia Pet staring back.
“Time for a haircut,” I thought to myself as I tried my best to make my locks cooperate. As always, they chose not to.
Actually my hair did pretty good considering the fact I should have gotten it cut a month ago. And by pretty good I really mean I chose to ignore its attention seeking behavior. However, after its flagrant display this morning I could not ignore it any longer.
Spam!
Remember on my road trip when I learned how easy it is to make a YouTube video? No?
Well, it is extremely easy.
Doesn’t mean I should or that it is any good.
Won’t you join me as I go through my Spam folder?
Huh
Happy hump day!
Yep, it’s Wednesday, aka hump day. I’m aware it’s more like a Tuesday because of the holiday on Monday but according to the calendar it’s still Wednesday. And, as anyone who took Monday off can tell you, these short weeks feel LONGER than normal weeks.
So, if you’re like me, you’re counting down until Friday. And it feels so far away still.
Here’s my attempt to brighten your week by sharing a few things that make me giggle. Hope it helps!
BBT is pretty reliable on making me laugh.
How about a classic?
How can you not laugh when the Pillsbury Dough Boy gives his last guffaw?
These are just the ones I could find. What helps you get through the week?
Ghost Story
Living by a cemetery can be adventurous. Even if some of the adventures exist only inside my head.
Walking around the cemetery is just under 1.5 miles. It’s a nice walk and gives me time to think. Sometimes overthink.


