nefarious nuggets of nothingness . . .

I finally put some Christmas music on the other day and knocked out my Christmas cards.  Now to sign, address and mail.  Otherwise, Christmas has not yet come to the cave.  Maybe next week.  Since the 9TS can't hang the outside lights this year, I thought maybe I would hang some balls from the big oak in the front yard, until I really took a look and realized that involved a ladder, balance, coordination and luck.  Better to rethink that idea.  Snort.

Next week we are headed back to Tampa . . . the three of us.  They couldn't schedule the MRI the same day as the C-Scan and appointment with Dr. K., so we will be spending the night and get a chance to sleep in the next day before round two.  I need to ask about  MDX-1106/Anti-pd1 and see if that is a feasible route.  Fingers crossed please.

Last night, Jen sent me home with a lovely sample of her peanut butter/chocolate fudge.  Gone. Slurp.

I finished book number 44 for the year last night and started number 45.  I have to stop my addiction to Nook freebies.  I've found some gems but a whole kettle of stinkers too.  The other day, to my utter discontent, I realized I actually had to take my body to the library to return a book.  Gah!   I am spoiled beyond repair by downloads from the library and Barnes & Noble and when I wanted something that could withstand a dunk in the pool, a trip to the little used bookshop.  It had been a while since I had actually ventured into the library.  Thankfully, it still smells the same but I am wondering whatever happened to all the old Dewey Decimal card cases.  And no, it has not been THAT long since a trip to the library . . . consider that a mere non-sequitor.  I would love to have one of those empty card catalogs.  Yum!  Think of the possibilities.

brought to you by the letter p . . .

this one's for all you women over a certain age.  You'll know who you are.  And the topic is dreams . . .  very specific dreams.  The ones generated from the need to relieve oneself in the middle of night, while tucked serenely in bed, peaceful and deep in sleep.

We all have them. Don't deny it.  There you are sound asleep in dreamland whether it be a long ago vision of high school, or visiting some exotic place or maybe dreaming of your own home.  The urge hits.  You need to 'go'.  But in your dream, you are always thwarted.  The toilet is too dirty.  The toilet is occupied.  The toilet is overflowing.  There is no door on the toilet.  You get the idea.

A couple of nights ago, I dreamt I was back in college with my friend Jennifer.  We were in our 60's but had opted for continuing education.  Our two roommates were also in their 60's.  One was doing an article on returning to university.  They thought Jen and I would make good subject matter.  All was fine except our room had no bathroom and I was feeling the urge.  I cruised a couple of halls in the dorm in search of the elusive toilet.  No potty.  A few minutes later, although situated in central Pennsylvania, we were all outside watching the launch of a shuttle.  The shuttle was so close, it lifted us off our feet and soared us through the air.  I grasped the gutter of our dorm on my way down and hand over hand, peeked in each window looking for a bathroom.  I finally came to my own room, popped through the window and admitted to Jen and the other two women, that I desperately needed to do my thing.  One of the women smiled sweetly at me, pulled out a center drawer from a bureau, and pointed to a pad lining the drawer.  She indicated that that was indeed was the facilities.  After sitting awkwardly on the little pad, feet dangling over the edge of the drawer, it because obvious that I would be unable to perform with an audience.   I woke up . . . padded off to the porcelain goddess, did my thing and crawled back into bed . . .  to sleep soundly for the rest of the night.

Now the inference being . . .  if one does not awaken from said dreams . . . then perhaps one's bed suffers an unwanted baptism of a different sort.

So why am I even posting about this you ask.  Because Joanie and I giggle through our morning walks regaling ourselves with our bizarre and wondrous dreams.  And these, garner the most giggles.  Just paying it forward.

finally getting in the spirit . . .

Credits:  Template:  Anna Aspnes.

Knocked this one off this morning and finished my Christmas cards.  YAY!  Guess I better be doing some shopping here pretty soon. 

woof . . .

another friday . . .

challenge at Spraground:

Credits:  Frame Template:  LivE Designs, Transfer and Stitches:  Anna Aspnes, Leaves and Clock:  Katie Pertiet, Robin: Lynn Grieveson.

I love this quote.  My friend Paula gave me a framed copy and I have it hung in the bathroom so it can remind me over and over again to live in the moment.  Thanks, Paula!

pippin in a blanket . . .

shot by Kidlet.

wrap up . . .

I've rediscovered wraps.  The edible variety.  I've always loved them but somehow they didn't translate well to my kitchen.  But, the one good thing from our disastrous fish tacos, was the recommended torillas from the dairy section.  Yummy.  Pliable. Soft. Oh so good.

Yesterday I stuffed a tortilla with shredded romaine, kalamata olives, fresh feta cheese, diced tomato, fresh ground pepper and some Italian dressing.  Slurp!

Today, it was still warm, roast chicken with the feta, romaine and olives and dressing.

Tomorrow will be bleu cheese, chicken, bacon, romaine and cucumbers.

Followed by avocados, tomato and bleu cheese, romaine, etc.

The possibilities are endless. Tasty little sammies with fresh ingredients, waiting to tickle my taste buds and dive down my gullet.  Slurp, indeed!!!