Chcolate Brownie With Hot Fudge Sauce and A Scoop of Ice Cream

     Lat night it was a chocolate brownie smothered in hot fudge and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.  Was it great!  Did I have a good night's sleep? NO!
     Don't worry, I didn't get arrested and the cows didn't get out of the fence.  There was something about Denise's lost brother who is a multi-millionaire. I asked her about this in the morning after I woke up, but she denied it very strongly.  Is she hiding something?  OK, in her defense, this was a dream with no base in reality. The last few night have been really weird as far as dreams are concerned.
     The dream kept occurring all night.   I would try to get another dream going, but to no avail. My eyes  would close and I would drift off to sleep but the saga of the rich brother kept coming through.  He was a nice fellow, but even Denise didn't know who he was.  I know, I asked her--several times. That is a good thing, Denise being in my dreams, because now my beloved Denise is in my dreams.  I guess I was right when I kept saying she was truly the woman of my dreams. Now she is part of them, along with her non-existent rich brother.
     It seems as though my last few posts have been a bit strange.  I have an excuse, it is a lack of sleep.  In the last four nights, I have only had one good night.  If the dancing elephants show up tonight, I know I am in big trouble.

What About Chop Suey-Chow Mein

     I didn't have brussel sprouts last night.  I was scared. We went to have Chinese food at a local Chinese restaurant.  Their food is fantastic, but I wasn't exactly sure how the food would affect me.  I am happy to report that I slept well last night with no scary dreams. By the way, they found the pick up truck.

The sun came up and I got up this morning without experiencing any  arrests. By the way, this is not our sunrise, it was cloudy and rainy here in Fresno this morning so there was no sunrise.  Well, there was a sunrise, it was just obscured by the clouds.  Enjoy this one.

I Have Got to Stop Eating Brussel Sprouts!

     Yes, I admit that I do like Brussel Sprouts.  The little cabbages taste great steamed with a little garlic powder and just a touch of bacon grease. Just a touch of bacon grease for flavor mind you because you want to give them a bit of flavor but not cancel out their nutritional value with added fats. However, they don't like me. They do strange things to me, and I guess my body reacts rather harshly to something so healthy being allowed to enter it. I ate the brussel sprouts for dinner last night with some strange results.
     I went to bed sort of early last night. I had a very busy day and was very tired so off to bed I went. As far as I know, my sleep was very deep.  What happened during the night was unexpected as I snored away. It had to be the brussel sprouts.
     Many people don't recall the dreams they have during their night's sleep. I can remember many of them and last night's journey into my subconscious was just such an occassion. This morning, I vividly recall my nocturnal movie and it was strange. The brussel sprouts had struck again. Let me describe the event to you.
     I am a city boy.  To me, a farm animal is only seen at the county fair in the fields grazing on grass or smelled in the dairies along the highway. The supermarket is where I deal with farm animals and bowing to the respects of animal activists, that is all I will say. Enter the scourge of the brussel sprout.
     The dream opened with me parking a pickup truck by the Fresno State animal farm.  Why there I have no idea.  I broke down the fence and proceeded to acquire a cow, for what I still do not know. Things kind of got out of hand from there and a lot of the dream is a blur.  However, I do remember confiscating two cows and putting them into the truck. They didn't want to go, needless to say.  The fun began.
     I am not a cowboy, I can make that statement with complete clarity and conviction.  Can you imagine this non-cowboy trying to wrangle cows? If I didn't dream it, I wouldn't have believed it myself.  It was quite comical actually, if I say so myself. What a sight, and I suppose that I could have laughed myself awake right then and there but I wanted to see how this was going to pan out. To make matters worse, as I was dealing with the cows, someone stole the pickup truck.
     Now, the sheep were becoming interested in what was happening.  They came over and found the fence down and thought it to be a good idea to explore the community around them. I tried to round them up and put them back inside the fence and grabbed them by the hindquarters trying to steer them back inside the fence, because that is what I heard was the best way to herd sheep. It was a mess.
     It didn't take long before the car with the red and blue flashing lights to show up.  The nice man, who was carrying a gun and had a badge, came up with a very strange look on his face.
     "May I ask what you are doing?" he questioned me.
     "Uh, I don't know." I replied to his fair question.  I couldn't tell him this was all a dream, I think I would have woken up.  I didn't want to do that because this was so entertaining.
      "You are under arrest," he said and handcuffed me with dream handcuffs and carting me off to the campus police department in his police cruiser with the dream lights flashing.
       Here I was interviewed.  They checked my record, which was clear and the detective came out laughing.  They told me that they were going to let me go because this was just to crazy to believe. I am old and the story was too outlandish so they weren't going to press charges. The story they came up with to cover me was that I had noticed that the fence had come down and I stopped to get the animals back inside the fence. The truck was stolen in the process and the thief drove off having corralled two cows onto the truck.  An APB was put out for the truck.  I went from thief to good Samaritan who had an unfortunate experience.

I know this is not a cow.  It is not even a sheep.  These are the only pictures of farm animals I have.  Give me a break.

     My ordeal ended and the case was closed, especially after I awoke in a cold sweat. This is all a true story, and it will be a long time before I eat brussel sprouts again.  It happened before, it will happen again should I give in to the urge to eat brussel sprouts.    








                   
           

Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down

     With respect to the Carpenters's, Denise's favorite group, rainy days and Mondays don't get me down.  I am an optimist. Life can be tough, but I would rather celebrate the downs as well as the ups and look on them as part of life. Life is good and is a great adventure.
     It is supposed to rain today in Fresno and the Central Valley.  I love the rain, and since I don't have a car I am pretty much stuck in my apartment. That could be a very depressing situation, but I have so much to do today that I can accomplish from home that I refuse to let it get me down.
      High on my list of things to do is to call my TV provider to see if they won't change my package.  I pay  almost $100 a month for my service.  I received a flier in the mail for a package for $39.  What's up with that.  Can you spell I will go to the competition? They are going to get a call from me. If it is for new customers, I don't care. We will see.
      I love rainy days.  It seems as though as the rain falls there is a quietness and stillness that comes.  Everything gets quiet as I guess the sound is muffled by the falling raindrops. The sound of the rain is like music to my ears. It is such a special sound, from a gentle sounding ballad of a light rain to a booming roar of heavy rain or down pore, sounding like a  freight train rumbling across the tracks .It is all a pleasure to the senses. The lighting is very special as well as well as the smells which is fresh and new. The sights, sounds and smells make rainy days are special, not depressing.

The day started dark, dreary and rainy but the sun came out and the day turned out to be a delight. 

     After the rain ends, the sun comes out clear and bright. It mirrors the cycle of life.  What was old ends and the new begins. I like the rain, so bring it on.        

Wat's N Editer?

     Sundey at church I run into a lady who did riting inservices.  It semes she was an editer at a nereby newspaper.  I sey, who nedes an editer? The key to the hole thing is to rite, get yur ideas on paper.  Who cares if the grammer is rite. I get so angrie when peeple tell me how to write and wat is corect.  Speling is not importent, as the idea is what counts. Why stop to tak the time to revize what yu have ritten for corect sentences and gramer as well as speling. How about making shure that yu have said what you said and made it clere? Wunce it it down, it should be purfect.
     If you are a potential client wanting to hire me for a writing project, please understand that this post is tongue-in-cheek. I do edit my writing and proofread everything that I write. As a writer, sometimes things get by you, but not intentionally.  I want everything to be perfect with very high standards for my writing, especially for a client. I prufreed wverything.

Not one of your better posts, Dad.

Jason, I hope you didn't read today's post.