I Dreamed A Dream

Initially, I was in a car with my cop partner. Suddenly, we were chasing a car through downtown Birmingham, following it until it stopped at a small hole-in-the-wall diner. I was the only one who had gone unnoticed, so the task fell to me to go in and make the arrest. I walked into the diner, and moments later, the crooks were in custody.

Suddenly, I was hiking a long, long journey. I did not know my destination. Only that the journey was to be long. My companions and I made a small camp fire and had a meager dinner. The next night we found ourselves camping in a Wal-Mart. I searched for the perfect spot to watch the Alabama football game. Instead of watching it on the big screen tvs, I had to resort to watching it on a smaller screen. And the cost of a coke was ridiculous - $4.75.

Then I awoke.

And this is what I really did over the last couple of days:

Thursday night I watched Police Women of Broward County on tv.
Saturday I went to Walmart to pick up a few items, and watched football games at home later that day.
And, at various points throughout the weekend and over the last week I have been reading The Fellowship of the Ring - they just started their journey South.


Coincidence? No, afraid not. It happens quite often. My reality often gets mixed with my dreams. Confusing at times? Sometimes.

My Life According to Alison Krauss & Union Station

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, answer these questions.

Pick your Artist: Alison Krauss & Union Station

Are you a male or female: Molly Ban

Describe yourself: The Lucky One

How do you feel: Restless

Describe where you currently live: Bright Sunny South

If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Faraway Land

Your favorite form of transportation: Choctaw Hayride

Your best friend is: Crazy As Me

You and your best friends are: Missing You

What's the weather like: Rain Please Go Away

Favorite time of day: Teardrops Will Kiss the Morning Dew

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Crazy Faith

What is life to you: A Living Prayer

Your last/current relationship: You're Just A Country Boy

Your fear: Every Time You Say Goodbye

What is the best advice you have to give: Forget About It

Thought for the Day: How's the World Treating You

How I would like to die: My Poor Old Heart

My soul's present condition: Happiness

Most Faithful Companion: But You Know I Love You

My motto: Wouldn't Be So Sad

He Found My Accusations Amusing

Time: August 23rd, Sunday night, 9:30-ish
Place: Wendy's

Table of Stone: Yes, I would like two small fries and a small Frosty.
Cashier: That was two small fries and a Frosty?
Table of Stone: Yep.
Cashier: That will be $5.72.
Me: WHAT??? $5.72??? He must have gotten something wrong. There is NO WAY it could be $5.72. I thought we ordered 99 cent items. Even with tax that doesn't add up to $5.72. I'm going to ask him about it.
Table: Yeah, that doesn't make any sense!

We discuss this until we reach the window, while our friend in the car behind us is laughing. I'm reminiscing my college days when I could pay for a Frosty with change collected in my car. For you "young folk" out there, that was before a Frosty could be "vanilla", or mixed with oreos. If my total is $5.72, I figure I might should ask if he gave us chocolate, since we didn't specify, even though everyone knows that a TRUE Frosty is chocolate.

Me: How much is your Frosty these days? (trying to sound nonchalant, but having a slight edge nonetheless)
Cashier: (smirking behind the counter) It's $1.75.
Me AND Table of Stone: THAT is OUTRAGEOUS! When did they get so expensive? We thought they were still 99 cents. I'm sorry, this is not your fault. You do not have any control over this. We're just shocked.
Cashier: (not responding, but trying desperately not to laugh)

So, we drive away. With our two small fries and single Frosty. I could have bought a whole meal for $5.72.

I Don't Get It

WHY do they always have the Food Network channel on the t.v. in the women's locker room at the YMCA? Why must I always listen to Rachel Ray or Paula Deen whipping up something delicious right before I go do my yoga thing? Does someone think it is good motivation? A new torture technique being tested?

Now, don't get me wrong. I love the Food Network. I love watching Iron Chef and the amazing cake competitions. Perhaps I'm even subconsciously hoping that some of it will sink in and make me a better cook.

But, I'd rather not watch it while I'm about to sweat and try to avoid too many delicious sweets, like the petifores and green icing that Mrs. Deen was preparing yesterday.



On a different note, I haven't given a yoga update lately, so I thought I would give a brief update on my progress. I had to skip most of June due to various engagements, and boy did I feel it when I returned! We have a new instructor on Thursday nights, and I absolutely love the change. She has been focused the last couple of weeks on really strengthening our core, which is essential to yoga. My abs are sore the next day, but it's a good kind of sore. My arm strength is still not where I would like it to be, but it is so much better than a year ago when I began yoga. (Has it really been a year?? Wow.) She is also really encouraging, and I end up laughing at myself as I attempt some of the various, more difficult poses. Poses I would have sworn were impossible, but I keep pushing myself in the hope that one day I can reach the full expression of them. Like this one. Or this one. It's a building process, so you don't just go straight into them. You work your way into them. Or, attempt to anyways.

Yep. Maybe one day...

These conversations are my favorite

On the way home from church Wednesday night, the following conversation was started:


Austin: Who would win in battle, Harry Potter or Optimus Prime? I don't think Avada Kedavra would work on Optimus.

Me: Well, Harry wouldn't use Avada Kedavra anyways.

Austin: Optimus has the big cannon, so you would have to stop that.

Brett: What if Harry used Petrificalous (? - the petrifying one)

Me: I don't think that would work either. I think it only works on organisms - living things. Optimus is made of metal.

Brett: Could he use Reducto?

Me: That could work. Just make him a lot smaller.

Austin: He still has the cannon. What's the spell Professor Umbridge used to make the wall explode? Harry might could use that on Optimus.

Brett: I think Harry would win.

Austin: I think Optimus would win.

It went silent for a moment.

Or, at least, that's what is sounded like in my head. Yesterday, I stepped up to the counter at Chic-Fil-A, my favorite restaurant in the whole world, and I ordered a Chicken-Salad Sandwich. [Shock! Gasp! WHAT???]

I couldn't quite believe it myself. I NEVER order anything but a #5 8-nugget combo meal with a sweet tea. Unless it is a 12-nugget combo meal upgraded (on my super hungry days), or the rare #1 chicken sandwich combo (for a meal on-the-go). I can almost quote the prices by heart. (Pathetic, I know. I did say it was my FAVORITE restaurant.)

So, when I ordered the chicken salad sandwich, I thought everyone behind the counter might just stop what they were doing, and stare at me blankly, like I had lost my mind. But, nothing happened. The hectic lunch hour continued.

I kept reminding myself I was trying to be healthly. And, I truly do love chicken-salad. I had just never tried it at Chic-Fil-A. But, it was only decent. I had just had my favorite chicken-salad sandwhich the day before, which may have had me a bit biased. (Urban Standard, dowtown Birmingham - you must try it!) The best part was eating the whole thing and filling completely full. No fries needed.

Table of Stone says I need to try their wraps. Maybe. But I bet time really would pause if I ordered two new things in the same week.

Verdana, Font Size 9.5

See this font size....this is about how small I write. It's normal to me. I've been writing this way since about the second grade. I remember very distinctly a teacher telling me she would start taking points off my grade if I didn't start to write bigger. So, I did in her class. But, my small handwriting wouldn't stay gone long. It just seems more natural to me that way.