I had an awful dream last night that my company updated part of its product line with the ugliest laptops ever created. They were school bus yellow, three inches thick, and made of cheap plastic. Of course they were water-proof and had touch-screens. But YUCK!
This is why I am in sales and not product development. The laptops of my dreams are revolting.
In a bowl, combine canned chicken with chopped celery and chopped grapes. Season to taste with salt, pepper, and tarragon. Add mayonnaise to desired moisture. Mix well.
Spread on wheat bread and top with leaf lettuce. Serve.
I am so glad warm weather is hear; it gives me a reason to make sandwiches.
Beautiful bits of broken bones
Lying on the sand by the sea
Telling no one but the sun
Where they’ve been or who they’ve been
Not knowing how they came to this place
Or where they were before
Not knowing what the waves have done
Lying on the sand by the sea
Ok, so by now, all you kind folks have realized that I have bizarre, often recurrent, dreams. And tonight was no exception. Well, except that there was no gum. (yay!)
Anyway, I left my former employer four years ago. And it wasn't pretty. There was gnashing of teeth, hellfire, AND brimstone. But still, the people who ran the place occassionally pop up in my dreams, often to gloat. But this last dream was far different. There was no gloating - there were apologies.
Perhaps, I'm finally getting to close the book on that insane place and those cruel people. Even if it is only in my dreams.
"It's not a total loss. At least I got something to read in the bathroom."
Yeah, yeah. I know, I know. It's like I'm in a cult. Blah, blah, blah.
But really, our new Mac commercials are funny. See.
I have always found it interesting that certain smells or sounds can take me back to a place in time. I'm certain this must happen to everyone - our senses are tied to so completely to our experiences that they two are inseparable.
Tonight, I had comfort food for dinner. Grilled cheese sandwich (the grown-up variety of aged muenster on whole wheat, not Kraft singles on WonderBread) with vegetable soup. This always reminds me of spending afternoons at my Aunt Shirley's house when I was in Kindergarten.
My cousin and I were morning kids, and our siblings were still too young to be in school, yet. And for lunch everyday, we had Campbell's soup and open-faced grilled cheese sandwiches, and Hawaiian Punch.
Anyway, back to the nostalgia. In the rosy glow of happy afternoons traipsing around the neighborhood, I stumbled across a not-happy memory, which promptly cleared the nostalgic haze. My aunt was not nice to Leah. Not nice at all. And I do not know why.
