just some randomness and a dream

having a house guest has been fun. it's a bit of a disadvantage when your spouse is doing his residency and the house guest is working on a rotation for their last year of med school. you kind of cook and clean and stuff, and then they come home, eat, and go to bed...woo hoo.... :)

last night i remembered this story N used to tell about his family when they would go out to eat pizza and one of his siblings--he's the youngest of five, i can't really remember which but i think it was a sister--would save all their pepperonis at the restaurant in a napkin to eat them on the way home in front of the other siblings, who of course didn't have any because they ate it when they ate their pizza... i remembered this story because when i feed my dogs, tallulah snarfs down everything as fast as she can...not that i think she is really in control of how fast she eats. but she's like a hoover... miss kitty, on the other hand, eats really, really slowly. so last night, when i put a little bacon grease on their food, well, tallulah snarfed quickly, but then she also had to lick the bowl out extra. miss kitty still wasn't finished when it was time to go in, so i just put her bowl in her kennel....

when i was on the treadmill yesterday, i was thinking again... my treadmill says i typically burn about 200 calories each time i run...more if i run longer. (i know, i know, we've already talked about my bullshitting treadmill...but it makes me think...) so, i started thinking about how gradually we put weight on in life. it's rarely like we just dump a few thousand extra calories regularly, and then pow, we have saddlebags. how it's probably just a gradual increase in calories until we eventually realize we no longer fit the pants that have gotten too snug. so, if all i'm decreasing my calories by is the 200 or so i'm working off...well, i was thinking it still might be another ten years before i fit into those damn pants again....

there was more stuff i wanted to dump here this morning. last night i was so wiped out and my brain just kept showing me all these great pictures it had drawn and i kept saying, "yeah, that's great, i'll blog about it tomorrow" but then, i had this really long, really coherent and cohesive dream last night that i want to put down before i forget it...

i dreamt there was some deal with our neighbors across the street. we lived across the street from some of my brothers' friends...but not my brothers. anyway... i guess the back story (i so rarely have dreams that come with their own back story, because remember, none of this is real) would be that n had started hanging out with these neighbors, and while he didn't exactly seem to like them very much, the fact was, he still hung out with them. oh, and there was a creek they could walk to and hang out at. now, i don't remember what caused the drama, but for some reason, he was over there, he called, and said they were hurting him. for some reason i knew they were going to put thumbtacks under his finger nails, but i don't remember why i knew that, and again, i cannot remember why. so i send N over there. i'm like, "don't wait for a reason, i don't care if it doesn't make sense, they are going to hurt him and go now!!" so he goes...and i'm on the phone with the police. i want an officer to go over there and talk to those people and i want an officer to come here so i can make charges or whatever. and the woman i speak to is very nice...she listens and supports me while i wait to see if my son is ok. then he and N get back home and she and i hang up. i'm hugging n, etc. he has some band aids on his fingers. he says it was just two fingers. he then says something about the dad "boning" him, which i don't understand and the best help N gives me is, "it's what it sounds like" which i just don't get. and i ask him when did the dad do this? and he says while they were taking a nap.... which thoroughly confuses me... i'm like, "when were you taking a nap over there today?" and then i don't recall the exact conversation after that, but the whole thing turns into this thing where basically, n lied, they didn't torture him or hurt him...he hurts himself...and was afraid we'd be mad, so made this up to explain his damaged fingers...he's pretty brave facing this unveiling of his lie. i'm stunned. really, really stunned. then i start losing it a little, but not like mommy-dearest like, and i ask him if he realizes there are police officers on their way over to take his statement and talk to the neighbors about this thing that he made up that was really terrible... that's about all the dream i remember. it was long....

i don't know if that was inspired by a story i read in the bill cosby book about how he dealt with his son's lying that really impressed me or what? but i wanted to get it down so i could just see what i think about it later.

ok, i've had no coffee and my fingers are tired...
peace