thematical: day 1

i said it a few times yesterday and i’ll say it again…random picker hates me. i agreed on yesterdays post to write about anything one of you suggests for me to write on if your comment was chosen by random picker.

well, of course, mandy would see this as an opportunity to irritate the living good out of me by leaving a couple over the top comments with a thousand themes to choose from. her first one was picked.

but…instead of just choosing one of her suggestions from the list…im tackling all of them! ive broke them up into four parts. and here are todays…

hiccups. soup. george clooney. nightmares. barbara streisand.

can you imagine having hiccups for 68 years?  for nearly 68 years, charles osborne suffered from, roughly, 430 million hiccups. hiccups are sudden, involuntary contractions of the diaphragm muscle. i dont get them often, but i dread it each time i do. the only thing that has ever helped me get rid of them is someone else asking me to hiccup. once someone requires it of me, i cant.

other ways to get rod of hiccups…

hold your breath. drink a glass of water quickly. become frightened (seriously, do you actually plan this?). use smelling salts. pull hard on your tongue (or let me do that for you).

i have never made soup from scratch. i envy those who do. but its just not in my dna. when i think of soup making i, for some reason, equate it to being old fashioned. and, i guess im right. its thought that soups origin is connected with the invention of pottery around 5,000 b.c.. id prefer to make pottery than soup.

George Clooney yum. i mean, um… i’ll let him speak for himself.

ive had one nightmare my whole life. actually, i dont think it was technically a nightmare, because, typically, people wake from them thoroughly frightened and out of sorts. i didnt wake up from mine, but i was shaken when i got up that morning.

the scene: a busy street in the middle of day. there were hundreds of people running and screaming. in the midst of the crowd were men wearing all black and carrying semi-automatics. brent, kass, kota and i were running close together as fast as we could. kota was about 2 years old in this dream and his little legs just couldnt keep up. i stopped to swoop him up, brent and kass turned around to wait. people were shoving them trying to get to…wherever we were all rushing to. i yelled at them to keep going. id grab kota and would be right behind them. brent and kass went on. i swooped kota onto my hip and started running like a mad woman. suddenly i felt a huge amount of pressure in my chest and a paralyzing shock go throughout my body. i fell to the ground. kota sat beside me. i had been shot. brent and kass ran back. my family all sat beside me without words. i knew i was done, brents face confirmed it. i told the kids i loved them, brent kissed my forehead, he picked up kota, grabbed kassidi’s hand and they all ran away. i fell asleep…

and….speaking of nightmares…

barbara streisand

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