Wednesday, August 09, 2017

Anxiety Dream #870439

I woke up a bit ago from a strange dream. I was finally getting to visit a long time bloggy friend who has been in very ill health in recent years (don't get too excited, Emily. This one wasn't about you this time.) ๐Ÿ˜œ

I sat in her warm farmhouse kitchen talking about life and getting caught up. When her daughters arrived, she announced we'd be having a special dessert to celebrate my visit. It was an old and treasured family recipe and I was to have the honour of making it.

Oh! OK. So this IS an anxiety dream, just with a pleasant plot. Thanks, subconscious.

I was directed to an overstuffed recipe box and pulled out a yellowed newspaper article.  It was a reprint of a complex ice cream concoction from a noted and frequent contributor, Kas's great aunt.  It was also her obituary.  In addition to the recipe and acknowledgement of this great aunt's many submissions over the years, it also mentioned this aunt (I wish I could remember her name...it was something old fashioned and pretty like Magnolia) was survived by a daughter.

To forestall the inevitable cooking fiasco, I asked if this daughter the obit mentioned was still alive.  They all glanced at each other and Kas said "Why don't we take a ride over there and see?"

I hopped into the oldest daughter's car and we sped into town. Eventually, we stopped in front of a vacant lot. "Aww, they finally tore it down..." Suddenly the dream starts to feel familiar. Have I had this one before? OMG, did I blog about it?? In front of me I finally notice a young woman in a dated dress. "Oh! Hi? Are you..." (I wish I remembered her name too...it was something less pretty like Gertrude.) I had a short conversation with her where I figured out she was a ghost and had been murdered by her Beau.

Huh. That was depressing. We returned to the farm and got started on that dessert.  Thankfully, Kas had done the hardest part of it - a fried dough bowl coated in cinnamon sugar. Good foundation! In the bottom of the bowl the recipe called for chopped broccoli and shredded cheese. Um. What?! On top of that was 4 scoops of 4 different kinds of ice cream.

The general chatting had continued as I reluctantly added broccoli and cheese to those unfortunate bowls. The oldest daughter was telling her mom that I'd actually SPOKEN to someone at the lot where their relative's house used to be. Wait. You couldn't see her? She was right in front of us!

Nope. I was the only one who saw the ghost and oh, by the way, it was an unsolved family mystery who had killed her. No one suspected the loving and grief- struck boyfriend. Kas knew I'd seen ghosts before and was hoping I'd see something at that lot where she died. They hadn't said anything because they knew if I had any inkling, my anxiety would have closed me down. I have to happen in on these encounters in an open and welcoming mood.

OK then. Happy to help. I eyed the raw chopped broccoli and unmelted cheese and decided it should be warmed up. Kas directed me to a strange bottle of cooking oil to coat the cookie tray I was going to use. Fast forward through the dull cooking bit to where we all sit down to enjoy this mountainous ice cream concoction and... "Eww! It tastes like bad fish!"

Oh no! The oil must be rancid!

Then I woke up.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Key Fob does WHAT?!



Him: Did you know every window in your van is open (including the skylight) and probably has been for days?

Me: ๐Ÿคจ

Him: I'm serious. Max says he saw them all open at once a few days ago and insists he told me, but I don't remember that. How do you open all the windows and skylight at once anyway??

Me: ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ฑ *finally capable of speech* How much water is in there? Is everything soaked?!?!

Him: The cup holders and side wells in the door are full, but the seats are dry. Max sat in all of them. The rugs feel dry to the touch too.

Me: ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜• How is that even possible? The skylight was OPEN. With how hard it's been raining for the last week, how is the car not half full of water?!

Him: ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฏ

Me to Max: So how much wildlife and/or insects do you think have made a home in Mommy's van now? How does it smell in there?

Max: Oh millions, I expect. And it smells pretty dank.

Me: Dank like how you usually mean (awesome) or dank like the real meaning.

Max: The real one. Dank like a wet forest. Green is healthy.

Me: ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜ง Mold isn't! and the spiders... ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ต



Anyone have any advice for a car that's been underwater? Turns out if you hold down the unlock button, all the windows in my van open. Every...single...one...๐Ÿ˜ฃ Someone (not me) has been pocket messing with my wheels. *points finger at husband and his tight pants*


Tuesday, August 01, 2017

A little bit Weeaboo

Max walked into the family room carrying a huge box and proceeds to open it. I say, "Hey, now. Is that addressed to you? Who said you could open it?" I have to assert my box-opening privilege all year long or Christmas would be ruined. ๐Ÿ˜… He says, "It's my Japanese snack box, Mom!" Whoa whoa whoa. I don't remember our monthly Skosh Box being THAT big.

Then I remember. Max has fallen in love with a super popular Japanese soda called Ramune. They have 2 flavors in our local supermarket - original and strawberry. If you know anything about Ramune, you know how sad that is. Only 2 flavors. Pathetic. So I jumped on my big screen portal to the rest of the world (aka my computer) and show him the rich and exciting world of Japanese sparkling beverages in funky bottles that are hard to open.

What do we find? One company makes a line of Naruto themed flavors. (Naruto is a Japanese cartoon - aka anime - in case you are unfamiliar.) Max LOVES that show and had to have one bottle in each flavor.

So I placed an order. Asian Food & Grocery Store out of CA. Nice selection of various popular Asian food items. I found my favorite fruit gummies and threw those in the cart too. It was like opening a Christmas gift! They threw in a packet of fizzy cola tablets, a bag of sour cherry chews and 2 full sized boxes of Pocky (matcha and chocolate banana)! FREE! *squee*

Max has tried the lychee flavor (featuring Kakashi) and raspberry (featuring Itachi). Yum! I got a taste too. We both love them. Only 70 calories in a whole bottle! Japan knows how to do soda without killing you with high fructose corn syrup and artificial ingredients. <3 span="">