References lined up. Job opening tip. Put it together Monday morning. Wish me luck.
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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
My friend Pandara has been having quite a few dreams in her blogs (as do others), but people commenting brings this: I think some dreams have meaning or special relevance, but I don't think it's "cosmic" or you dream about someone because they dream about you. I am not trying to start a fight or an argument. I am only putting this here so Pan (and perhaps a few others) would know what I think. I have been remembering more of my dreams in the last six months (compared to the twelve months before then.) Sometimes I want to go back to sleep because my dreams are better than reality. Sometimes I dream my wife is alive and some of those times I dream we just sit and hold hands. Sometimes I dream one or both parents are alive. Sometimes I dream my wife and I are caring for my grandson that I no longer get to see. Sometimes I dream of being with friends or sometimes old loves sometimes new loves. Sometimes I have stress dreams (rarely since I quit working for Triangle.) And sometimes I have horrific dreams. "There is more of gravy then of grave of you."
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
I am stoked. A friend of mine that I lost touch with, even though she lives in the same area, and I have gotten in touch thanks to myspace. (Some of my friends know I am making an effort to find a way to keep in touch besides SG) It turns out she lives less than a mile away. It will be nice to have a real, live, non-imaginary friend (even if on a very restricted basis) who is not actually a relative. More on this later.
Heck! More on everything later.
P.S. "UCLA gerontologist Dr. Stephen Coles said Parker's great-nephew notified him that Parker died Wednesday at a nursing home in Shelbyville. She was 115 years, 220 days old, said Robert Young, a senior consultant for gerontology for Guinness World Records." This is sad for Edna and family, but listing the deceased's age, the name Robert "Young", and "senior" consultant for "gerontology" in the same sentence, is almost as funny as Ernest Borgnine saying "you had a lot of guts" to Shelly Winters in "The Poseidon Adventure". By the way: Ernest is 91 and still adding to his credits.
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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
My friend Pandara has been having quite a few dreams in her blogs (as do others), but people commenting brings this: I think some dreams have meaning or special relevance, but I don't think it's "cosmic" or you dream about someone because they dream about you. I am not trying to start a fight or an argument. I am only putting this here so Pan (and perhaps a few others) would know what I think. I have been remembering more of my dreams in the last six months (compared to the twelve months before then.) Sometimes I want to go back to sleep because my dreams are better than reality. Sometimes I dream my wife is alive and some of those times I dream we just sit and hold hands. Sometimes I dream one or both parents are alive. Sometimes I dream my wife and I are caring for my grandson that I no longer get to see. Sometimes I dream of being with friends or sometimes old loves sometimes new loves. Sometimes I have stress dreams (rarely since I quit working for Triangle.) And sometimes I have horrific dreams. "There is more of gravy then of grave of you."
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
I am stoked. A friend of mine that I lost touch with, even though she lives in the same area, and I have gotten in touch thanks to myspace. (Some of my friends know I am making an effort to find a way to keep in touch besides SG) It turns out she lives less than a mile away. It will be nice to have a real, live, non-imaginary friend (even if on a very restricted basis) who is not actually a relative. More on this later.
Heck! More on everything later.
P.S. "UCLA gerontologist Dr. Stephen Coles said Parker's great-nephew notified him that Parker died Wednesday at a nursing home in Shelbyville. She was 115 years, 220 days old, said Robert Young, a senior consultant for gerontology for Guinness World Records." This is sad for Edna and family, but listing the deceased's age, the name Robert "Young", and "senior" consultant for "gerontology" in the same sentence, is almost as funny as Ernest Borgnine saying "you had a lot of guts" to Shelly Winters in "The Poseidon Adventure". By the way: Ernest is 91 and still adding to his credits.
P.P.S.
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Ernest Borgnine is a human jack-o-lantern