I SNAPPED MYSELF OUT OF my nightly tailspin last night by positioning Itchy, Bashful and Spherical's home (burrow-side first) right before me, to be instantly entertained by their sleepytime hilarity. (I call it sleepytime: typically one is scratching furiously at the glass floor, as if this will magically enlarge their newspaper-fold "burrow", another is fast asleep but sat bolt upright and the third crawling, living-hat-like atop this one's head in a bid to get out for a trot on the wheel. When I disturbed them earlier by pulling the blanket off their home two tubbies were trotting rapidly on the wheel... and the third ('most certainly poor light Baby Itchy) was flashing round and round and round her Daz-white undercarriage as she clung onto the wire wheel for dear life, the heavier trotters thundering obliviously onwards as she exhibited this dizzying robo-fortitude...Yes the most horrible thoughts go through my head nightly nowadays... I was going to post them but thought I would save you the silt-stirring mud-kicking of a disturbed subconscious...
What I will tell you is my dream. It seems sick at first hearing, surely; but was actually heavily symbolic... I mean, if I tell you I dreamed I was squeezing my own mother's breast would you think that sick?... Nothing "sexual" about this... And bear in mind that she had breast cancer little more than a year ago; I've had these pussing "wounds" that I've squeezed the poison out of. (I disagree with my drugs worker that squeezing the huge wet-scabbed lump on my arm was of little use: genuinely within 2 days of my kneeding at the lump (which I'd previously left alone) it went down, which shows that I must have squeezed the poison up and out.) So by squeezing this breast I was ridding her of illness... which is an obvious wish-fulfilment... OK, still seems weird I grant you, but do you get how the subconscious goes in circles, that a plain "weird" dream has a genuine meaning behind it? I woke up straight away thinking what was that about? ~ and the above answer came directly to mind. The most instant interpretations tend to be the truest interpretations of dreams, so I've found...
And on the subject of oddness: no that was NOT my leg pictured yesterday. As if! My legs are far bulkier than that. The hairs would NOT look good under stockings. And I've never worn a stilletto in my life (would probably fall off; that's if they could find my gargantuan size...)
That dreadful Rush Limbaugh FAILED to read my email in the TWO HOURS I dutifully tuned into his boresome show. Honestly. For the first HOUR the guy just prattled out his unoriginal opinions. Then he let a few callers on who proudly proclaimed stuff like: "I'm from Texas and I'm a conservative," as if that would impress anyone (are people honestly that insecure in their political views that they need to endure an endlessly bigotted show like this patting them on the back "there there; you're not alone, there ARE others who think like you..."...? I mean..? This Rush Limbo-Dancer whatever he calls himself was declaring Hilary and Obama will end up on a joint ticket (as long as Obama's for VICE-president to let experienced Hillary do the real work that sounds brilliant to me) he said this will shoot the Democrats in the foot. How, why, wherefore he did not venture to explain. The guy's not even articulate... what on earth he's doing on national radio I really do not know. Can anyone enlighten me? Please...??!?
... Poor Hillary is still one hundred or so what-jer-mer-call-it nomination votes behind Obama... OK I have nothing against the guy but what does he stand for? Except for being a charismatic rather circuitous public speaker? Who glitters wondrously forth on the American dream and all that's good as mother's apple pie. But what about the economy? What about foreign powers who want to deny America their oil?
OK I admit I DO relish the prospect of Bill Clinton hosting First Lady coffee mornings for skeletal couture-outfitted 80-year old billionaires' wives socialites (isn't that what first ladies traditionally do?) or playing his sax on the Letterman show... well what else is he going to fill his time with... really having lived under a figure as controversial but as able as Margaret Thatcher (and I certainly do NOT agree with perhaps half her policies and actions) I'd love to see what Hillary does or does not do for America.
Well I'd better shut up now... Bimbimbie said I ought to kit out in cheerleader's uniform to chant my Hillary Hillary Hillary praises... what has got hold of me? She's the only candidate in ANY election (including the sappy choice of candidates we get over here) who's ever aroused even the vaguest of political passions from my acheing old bones...
... righto I really had better go I've food shopping to do and bandages to change. Take care everyone!
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16 comments:
"and the third ('most certainly poor light Baby Itchy) was flashing round and round and round her Daz-white undercarriage as she clung onto the wire wheel for dear life, the heavier trotters thundering obliviously onwards as she exhibited this dizzying robo-fortitude..."
That little bit made me smile. Good one Gledwood.
Good! Seen any wild pikas lately~...??!? ;->...
Gleds my Mother had survived Breast cancer twice. It's a scary thing.
I am definitely for Hillary over Obama. I, too want to see Bill as First Lady. I would vote for Obama in the future though I believe.
Yeah Hills should get in first... after all she'll be too decrepit to be pres after 8 years of Obama, whereas he'll just be in long trousers after 8 years of Hillary..(!!)
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Obama is an egomaniac and won't accept the job of sitting and listening in the Senate and attending funerals for deceased heads of state.
He felt that the Illinois State Senate was "beneath him."
Herr Clinton in a frilly tea apron with a serving tray is a funny image--but if you want to get scared, do some cursory research into the mind of Michelle Obama and then envision HER as First Lady.
Something tells me that is a harder job than we think it is.
A lot of standing around and kissing ass. And NOT pissing people off is a big part of the First Lady job.
And you have to know the customs of Zimbabwe and how many clicks to make with your tongue when you bow to the ambassador and stuff...
I can see the significance of your dream with what's been happening to you lately.
Hhehee, also smiled at that sentence Molten likes :) Haven't dreamt for years ... once my head hits the pillow ZONK! No dreams I can remeber anyway, maybe they are that disturbing (like yours could have been) my mind blanks them! Your interpretation sounds right to me ...
Only pikas I've seen lately Gledwood are on your blog. The real mountains where the pikas roam are over a thousand miles west of me. The little mountains to the east don't have pikas. They do have lots of deer, ground hogs (aka marmots), black bear, etc., etc., and large surly eastern diamondback rattlesnakes. A nasty lot they are.
well I love to hear Europeans especially praise my Hillary. It just underscores my point that she will make a superior diplomat on the world stage.
Have you read the moronic ramblings in my comment section today. This Obama freak has lost his marbles.
ZenWizz: surely it is better to be queen than 1st lady. If I were royalty I'd shut myself in and live off satellite television, takaway and rollerskating sessions along those long long corridors of Buckingham Palace...
Akelamalu: oh good! so I'm not that sick ... (ooer)
Anon: you know what the boffins say: EVERYONE dreams. But I just believe it's just thinking when you're asleep. Dreaming proper is a vivid technicolour dramatic experience...
Janice: oh I'd love to see him gettin' heckled by a crowd of 100,000,000 or so...
Molson: i bet diamondback rattlesnakes eat pikas... yeah that film said they only live between 8000 and 15,000 ft or metres and nothing beyond those extremes...
MFiler: OK I'm comin' by lookin' for them lost marbles...
I will be your only dissenter here and say that the thought of Hillary in office frightens me...
Wait...the thought of ANY of the politial candidates of either party in office frightens me.
What a mess!
Who on earth do you want IN then?...
OK fair enough you have my sympathies as if FORCED to vote in a UK election (no way would I put my name on the electoral roll for one thing: gives my evil creditors a DIRECT clue of where I might be!) I couldn't with any honest heart vote Labour (I mean purLEEZE they used to be nearly SOCIALIST in the 1970s: SOCIALISTS put that whacking great wall up through Europe... Liberal Democrats: give me a break I'd rather eat my trainers/sneakers; Conservative/Tory ugh some of them are SO repellant it's inexplicable.. I'd be seriously torn between Labour and Tory and probably hang myself rather than vote.... many thanks for your message you DO have my sympathies.... take care!...
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Who would I like to see in office?
A question to make one squirm like a worm on hook. Good one.
Dunno. But in my humble opinion a dairy barnyard and US politics have lots of green stuff in common and it's not money. And no matter who gets into office, I think they will get crapped on in the end.
I had a boil on my side and it had to be squeezed to get all the gunge out of it!
Calfkeeper: hmmm politixx is shyte you're right. I still think Obama represents a triumph of style over substance
Liz: you said... how inconvenient... do you know how many mls of pus you got out of it? Would it have filled half an eggshell? Or a shotglass? Or more? Was it green? Raspberry-rippled with blood? Did it smell funky? Did it splurge wonderfully or ooze delightfully? I bet you were glad to get the pus out of your body... it's psychologically good to get boils and abscesses of all types excised..! ;->...
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