SO DISSAPONTING

I am going to cry, well not really, I would really love to have people make comments on what I have written. This tells me how they have related to what I have written. Is it of interest? Does it give enough information? What part of my blogging appealed to you? 

Would be great for any kind of comments or even a story of your own (with permission to have it written as well). 

I apologize for not writing as often as I should. 

Just this past month, my middle child was in a serious accident and did not live. I had him for 60 years to live and love him, others have not. It is difficult for them in his death. I grieve for the fact that they had not the advantage that I had in loving him. He will always be missed by everyone including his children. 

Today, October 24, I have finally finished writing my Cookbook called, "Sauces, Dressings, Gravies and Dips.". Hopefully it will soon be out in Kindle. 

 

A DREAM THAT SEEMED REAL.

 

I dream a lot and some dreams I remember and others I know I dreamed but can’t remember what it was about. Some are bad but others over time have become hilarious.

One such dream was while I was working at the local hotel. It had nothing to do with the customers, it was actually about one of the other waitresses that I worked with. To this day I don’t understand why it was her I picked on for this.

            I also still don’t understand why I picked on her children either. In a type of fog I dreamt that her children were picking on mine and making all our lives just terrible. It seemed I could not find a way to settle the fighting that went on between them.

            I was becoming very frustrated when out of the side of my vision and the surrounding fog I could see their mother coming forward striding out of the fog.  By this time I felt consumed by anger, why are her children antagonizing my children? Not waiting to find out the answer, I was determined to teach this mother a lesson in caring for her children. I could feel my fingers bunched into a fist and my determination rising. Bringing my fist back behind me, I was prepared to use it somehow. When she came closer, I brought my fist forward and swung as hard as I could.

            Wait a minute! My punch felt a bit to hard and heavy to be a dream. I must have hit something with my fist. I woke up!!! To my astonishment, I had punched my husband in the face and he was sitting on the other side of the queen sized bed. Oh no I thought, is that what I hit? Apparently I had, he was holding the side of his face with the most astonished look on his face. He apparently was in the process of touching me, when I lashed out with my fist.

            It was very difficult not to burst out laughing with the look on his face. I explained what was happening when he asked me what the heck I was doing. He struggled not to smile about it. I know I hurt him, but I was so relieved to know that he found the hilarious side of my dream when I explained what happened.  He told me that he would make sure that when he touch ed me while I was sleeping that it wasn't a light touch.