What Dreams May Come

I've been terribly preoccupied lately. Well, there's school, that's always a big chunk of time, there's some side projects I've been working on, which I wouldn't trade for all the wealth on earth, there's work, ugh, work, work, work...and then of course there's just the day to day life of house work, cooking, keeping a dialouge open with the Wifester, you know, life. I started on a new painting, got some of the base colors down, then abandoned it and haven't returned, simply due to time constraints. I miss painting. I miss lounging around, laxidasically, as though I've not a thing in the world to do. Sometimes I miss being a drug-addicted, wasted youth. There was that aspect of it that allowed me to falter, to swim in apathy and neither I, nor anyone around me, cared to see me get out of the abyss of stupor and depravity that I called home.
Somehow I found my way to clarity and with it came obligation. Obligation to succeed. Obligation to persevere. Obligation to strive. Sometimes I feel as though I strive, to no avail, but then I look back, to where I've come from and realize that my efforts are not in vain. Regardless, when I'm feeling this way, weird things happen. Take for instance my dream the other night.
I had fish bowls. Many, many fish bowls. Full of fish. Tiny tiny fish that I couldn't really tell what species they were, but I just knew they were, in fact, quite expensive, and quite delicate. My mission was to juggle these bowls without killing the poor, unsuspecting fishies. I balanced and juggled those bowls all night long. Twisting and turning to catch them, holding my breath each time one almost hit the floor, and watching in amazement as I grew loooooooong arms, like Elasti-Girl, so as to reach the faltering tower of fish habitats that have been hovering overhead throughout the night.
I awoke so nervous, and anxious, instead of laughing at the sheer silliness of this dream. When I told Wifester about it, she asked me "So what do you feel you are juggling in your life right now?"
HA! School, work, blogs, web sites, school, a house that has constant repairs needed, flower beds that need weeded, art that needs finished, dinner that needs to be cooked. I'm not juggling a thing.
Speaking of dinners that need cooking, I've posted a new recipe and photos over at Fortune Cookies Cooks! It's what we had for dinner tonight. Go check it out!

Bippity Boppity Bacon...And Weekly Word Challenge! YAY

Between school, the new job, and trying to maintain some sort of a social life, I have failed to keep up with the blog-o-sphere, both reading and writing. I promise to do better. I'm getting acclimated at work, learning all the details. School is going well. I get a lot of what I call busy work. I hate busy work. If it'll get me the letters beside my name that I want, so be it. I just feel that it's relatively pointless.
Before we get to the WWC, I wanted to catch up a bit and get some things out of my head and where they belong: hidden within the privacy of the world wide web.
About the WWC photos, I am ashamed to say they are mostly all from my cell phone this time, not from my camera. I totally forgot about the challenge and didn't take the camera when I was at the new Staples and Super Target, both good places for both paper and ceramic! Doh!
I am so excited about Super Target! You guys know I boycott WalMart, so Super WalMart is out. There's not a whole lot of other options in my little neighborhood. Now we have Super Target and all is right with the world! We went on the grand opening day and let me tell you, that place was packed! But unlike shopping at other places, every time I thought, I should ask someone where that is, or how much this is, or whatever... there was an employee right there to help. I've walked across an entire store before, looking for an employee, and never once found one until I went to the check out lines. So I was pleased to say the least.

Today, I was thinking about bacon.

It seems like every time my wife sends me a recipe with a notation about how "yummy" it sounds, bacon is involved. Bacon cheddar jalapeño wraps, bacon spinach cheese dip, bacon crusted stuffed chicken, bacon, bacon, bacon. Just mention the sizzling, greasy, heart attack in a 1 inch strip cut of Wilbur's ass and she turns into Forest's friend, Bubba when he's talking about shrimp. Why is it that? Could it be true what Jim Gaffigan said about bacon? That it's the fairy dust of food? My wife apparently thinks so. I think my aversion to so much bacon is much the same as my aversion to so much beef...pigs and cows were my pets when I was little. I bottle fed them, I washed them, I cleaned out their stalls. I named them, I loved them. And then, inevitably, one day they were on my dinner plate, no longer in the yard with their families. I think that if you are going to eat meat, you should never have to ever see it's face. I make it a rule. I love sushi, but I can't eat anything with a face. No lobster, no crab in the shell, nothing looking at me. The guilt gets to me. Even when I haven't seen it's face, guilt will overcome me sometimes. The last time we had steak, I dreamt about cows asking me if I thought that they tasted good enough to endorse their murder. Asking me to please endorse their murder and slaughter so that they could be enjoyed by hungry, hungry humans. What the hell is that all about? I love a good steak. Ugh...
I think maybe I need to cut back on the amount of meat that I do consume, drink less wine before bedtime, and relax just a bit!

Oh well, here's my feeble attempt at this week's WWC...
If you want to join in on the fun, stop by Tink's and find out how!







my desk Zen is ceramic





















and here's some
paper I use at
work






papers from my desk...


















paper clips get to snuggle up with paper




and another shot of my work, YAY

























lots of papers go in here










I like that we recycle all this paper :)














My wife took this photo, thanks Macey for the help this week!





















Another photo by Macey... lots o paper in her e




Thats my WWC for this week! Hope you enjoyed!

Her Epiphany

So the wife is still sick, flu season is in full swing. She tends to have wonderfully vivid dreams when she's sick, guess it's the NyQuil. Our conversation went like this:
her: " I dreamed we had a dome top skylight ceiling"
me: "Oh, yeah? Cool!"
her: " ...yeah, it was here in the living room. I looked up and there it was, huge and beautiful and I was like, Oh yeah, we have that...I always forget about that"
me: "So what in our lives are we overlooking that should be obvious?"
her: heavy sigh followed by " My potential."

And there we have it.

Pobrecita... te quiero mucho, no importa qué!