DLand - Almost a Naked Sorority Meeting

I dreamed about you last night, Gen. You lived in a two story log cabin with some sort of loft/balcony. We talked about various novelties while folding sheets in \"your room\" which had one small dresser and two single beds. Apparently I was going to stay there that night and we had to pick out the sheets. You were all proud of the new sheets you had bought and how you had different colors for different themes that would match your various moods. As if you would change sheets mid-afternoon if the atmosphere of the room started to shift from glum to cheery. I remember distinctly a nice maroon comforter slumping in the corner. What a nice sheet that was. "Alan's room" was about 10 times the size of yours. You could have played hockey in this place. But it was very dark with one small window that had a huge amount of light beaming through it. It was a rainforest of dirty underwear, exuding "boy smell" like the walls themselves were perspiring. There was a huge bed in the middle of it somewhere under all the clothes. Sorry, Al, but in my dream, you were an absolute slob. Shame on dream you.

Logan apparently lived downstairs but I think that basically involved him watching a lot of television and drinking a lot of beer on the sofa. All I remember was knowing he was downstairs watching television and yelling at it. Alot.

Mostly I was jealous of your bedspreads, Gen. You always get the good bedspreads, damn you. What would Freud say about that, eh?

P.S. In my dream, Gen, your hair looked great!

DLand - We are Diaryland, Resistance is Futile

I learned all kinds of neat things this weekend. Unfortunately, most of them have leaked out my brain and I will only remember them about 50 years from now. We went to the museum to play on Saturday. I saw a pretty window by the Tiffany lamp artist (Mr. Tiffany? -I'm such a scholar). Sweetpea and I thought it would have been nice over a bathtub (it was about 4 feet wide and 2.5 feet tall and a picture of a sunset). And we saw cut glass bowls that looked like the one we got from Aunt Betty. We have stuff in our little abode that could be in a museum. Ok, one bowl. But the tours start on Wednesday. GenieAlisa Museum is closed on Mondays and major holidays. Built a computer for Craig this morning. I had lots of spare parts lying around so he footed the cost of the pieces missing and got a pretty sweet little machine. Didn't get much test driving in but, it should be okay. It will be an excuse to visit them so we can finish tweaking it.

I have been connected to the computer all weekend. I feel like I should have a cord coming out of my belly button. Green flashing lights in my earlobes. Sweetpea fussed that I was ignoring him and would wait 10 minutes before answering any questions while sucked into the vortex of the LCD screen (turnabout is a bitch). But we worked that all out and have learned new ways of communicating. Living with someone is never easy. Don't ever let anyone tell you different.

I burned the tops of my thighs too. I feel like a major dummy for that one. So not only do I have tender limbs, but I'm going to have really stupid tan lines. Tan lines of course being a loose term given my fair complexion. I should call them burn lines or freckle lines. But they could be a lot worse. I can wear pants and not scream or fidget. And my face is not burned or freckled out.

And I'm so glad to be reading diaries like Rolf and Mel and Pavla. I've gotten all my bookmarks organized (much like organizing one's sock drawer but without the fabric softener scent) and don't plan on missing a word. Wahootie!

DLand - Exit from Curbside Only

You know those geese that are big and black with those red lumps on their heads? The really ugly ones? Well, we're motoring down the highway in the Jeep with no doors on and this HUGE BLACK THING came right at me! He flew into the hood of the Jeep and flapped up into the side view mirror and was almost in my lap before he flew backwards to the sidewalk. I yelled like I was possessed. My foot was all up like Jackie Chan in a spinning kick. Hoowaa! First I was worried that we had unintentionally hurt a crow or a raven. I looked back and realized it was just one of those ugly geese, though and then I was just mad and him for hitting our car and trying to hitch a ride.

It could have been very ugly had he made it into the cabin with us at 45 miles an hour.

I'm sure my friends at PeTA would have had something to say about that.