Isabel & Amelia were both wearing new dresses and very happy about it (yes, they love clothes).
I thought this shot of them playing in the yard in front of the blooming Bradford Pear tree made a fine photo.
Anybody else ever have alternative realities? I have them all the time; more so when my mind is unencumbered by stress or worry. I have them about insignificant things and big, important things. I don’t plan for them or try to induce them – they just sort of come up on me unexpectedly.
Wait. I think “alternative reality” is a term that Debi and I made up to describe this phenomenon. An alternative reality is basically a daydream wherein I picture, in vivid and sometimes minute detail, an alternative outcome to an event or course of action. It’s kinda’ like that movie, Sliding Doors.
I don’t lose consciousness or anything when I do it and it usually comes to me in a flash. I might have them at work or while driving down the road. I often have them when I’m involved in a conversation with someone. Often it is humorous and it’s always terribly interesting (to me anyway).
I should mention that I am not currently nor have I ever been a heavy drug user.
I thought of the alternative reality subject for two reasons. One, because I was reading a friend’s blog wherein he had an alternative reality (unbeknownst to him) about raisins being upset about being thrown away. And two, because I talked to a friend today who is expecting a baby. My pregnant friend is fretting about what to do, how to do it, when to do it, etc. and I was reminded of when Debi and I were expecting our first child.
Boy, did I have some major alternative realities. I imagined the baby having two heads. I imagined Debi falling down the stairs (we lived in a one-story house). I imagined the baby becoming a world-renowned pianist. I imagined the baby walking on the moon. I imagined the baby doing every weird, great, sensational, and alarming thing that can be imagined I think.
The alternative reality zone of my brain kicked into high gear when I found out we were expecting. It freaked me out at first, but eventually I just learned to go with it. I suspect that every expectant parent has those thoughts in some form or another.
Our eldest child is now almost 5 and I’m still having alternative realities about her and her little sister. Sometimes my alternative realities are of a worrisome nature, but just as often they are fun and exciting.
Hey, in addition to my many other talents I am now a website designer! Well, a novice website designer at best, but it's something I hadn't done prior to a couple of days ago.
Debi has made many videos for friends and family (it seems to be a service in high demand) so she's decided to do a little video business thing on the side. Of course she needed a website. She asks, I research and Viola! She has a website.
It's still in the early stages of development; I need to add more sample videos (be sure to check out the one that's on there now) and pricing, etc. but it's a start. I'm open to any suggestions for improvement by friends & family. The website is www.bigproductionvideo.com. Check it out when you have a chance.
Jack wakes up at home with a huge hangover he can't believe. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose!
Jack sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Jack looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror, and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping--Love you!"
He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, Son... what happened last night?
Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.
So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?
His son replies, Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!"
Broken furniture - $85.26
Hot Breakfast - $4.20
Red Rose bud -$3.00
Two Aspirins -$.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time.........Priceless
I’m taking a survey… is it kosher for a wife to give her husband dance lessons as a Valentine’s Day gift?
Never thought much of blogging, but it seems to be the thing to do. I'll give it a shot.
I'm having a cranky day. Stupid work stuff. Nothing major, not enough to make me strangle someone (but I can dream, can't I?).
Just saw a lady bug crawl across my desk. That's supposed to be good luck... think I'll stop on my way home and buy a lottery ticket.
Happy Valentine's Day.
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