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Interesting sign I saw in New York city.

Strange Dream

Dream Dictionary : An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Unconscious Mind

Last night I had the strangest dream.

I dreamt that I was fast asleep in my bed when in the middle of the night, someone broke into my bedroom. This guy had a deep deep voice and was very intimidating. He had a look of authority. Like a cop or FBI or even IRS. He told me that he wanted to ask me questions about an acquaintance of mine. Somehow the way he said it assured me that he was not there to steal, murder or rape. Just on some very top secret government mission.

I really didn't want to respond. What could I say? That she is a fun gal to hang out with? And that's all I know about her?

I was terrified. I don't lie and did not want to.

That's when Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp came to rescue me. 

And then... I woke up.

Le Sigh!

So obviously when I woke up, I tried to do online research about the interpretation of the dream. But no luck. What kind of dream analysis does not recognize Brad Pitt?

So today I am going to order this book.

Dream Dictionary : An A to Z Guide to Understanding Your Unconscious Mind


Anyone have recommendations? What do you think my dream meant? And have you had a strange dream that you can share? Do tell!

Breaking the Break

Let me begin by saying that breaks are way overrated. They are b.o.r.i.n.g.

I am just kinda gal who needs to do 10 things at one time. Even on beach vacations I am writing, photographing, networking, planning etc. etc. etc. I am always thinking about projects to do. And anything that has nothing to do with house work is up for grabs.

So I am breaking my break. I am so so bored. I miss the bloggy land and my bloggy friends.

I took a break because I had to. It was thrust upon me. My computer got infested with a virus again and had to go to the shop. I was banned from the internet and I can prove it.

It was a HUGE shock to me. I actually went through all the stages of mourning. How many are there? I swear I went through twice that much.

Last weekend (it was a 3 day weekend) was so so boring! I did laundry, cleaned my house, cooked, did dishes, blah, blah blah. But no computer. I was bereft with grief. I felt totally disoriented. I could not wait to get back to work.

Here is my life formula:

Life = Computer = Games + Internet = FUN. All is good.

If you are thinking that I am addicted to internet, you are probably right. But who cares? There are worse addictions. Just bite me.

To be honest, I had limited access to computers and internet. I had access at work but I don't blog from there. I had limited access to another computer at home but it just wasn't the same.

I had absolutely no chemistry with the computers I had access to. It just wasn't the same. I felt like I was cheating on my computer by using another one. I would stare longingly at it but nothing happened. Exactly like when I am watching a Brad Pitt movie.

I.wanted.my.computer.back.

So here I am. No more break. Breaks are for wimps and I am a macho chicka. And I am back.

Hope you missed me! I know I missed you guys!

PS: The photograph is a painting that I did a week or so ago. It is titled the River of Life but I may change the title. Any suggestions?

xoxo

Excuses Excuses...

Top 10 excuses why I have not blogged for a couple of days…

10. Went on a top secret mission to figure out how in the world Russia could break facebook.

9. Had a secret rendezvous with Brad Pitt. Angelina found out and locked me up in her basement. With her kids.

8. I was busy looking for World Peace at the mall.

7. Aliens abducted me and took me to the mother ship. It was nice hanging out with them again.

6. The heat in Austin melted da internets.

5. Started reading Atlas Shrugged and fell asleep for days. Again.

4. The Mayor of Pottsville threw me in jail and demanded money.

3. The twitter bird carried me away to lala land.

2. Spent days waiting for a Postcard from Wildwood.

1. While working on my top secret Pay it Forward project, I accidentally glued myself to the wall.

So what's your excuse? Do you have an innovative excuse for not blogging? Talk to me...