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Save the condiments!
Me and Marie Osmond. We're just like that (ok, now put your fingers as close together as possible). How close you ask? So close that we had a joint telethon last night. We were out to save our condiment resources. CONDIMENTS... you know, ketchup and mustard. Yeah, it was another one of my whacky dreams. There we were, Marie and I, on TV pleading with people to please use the last of your condiments before buying a new bottle. We gave tips such as storing the ketchup bottle upside-down to get the last bit out. Uh huh. This is a huge tip, so you'll want to write that one down. There are so many disturbing things about this dream. Why condiments instead of, say, the spotted owl? Why Marie Osmond? And the worst part; we were both wearing flannel shirts. I almost avoided sharing that horrid bit of information. I wouldn't want anyone to think I was strange you know. RisibleGirl was blabbing on about another adventure on 11/29 at 04:11 AM
Go visit Einstein's blog!  FTS wrote:
Omigosh -- can I have your dream? I've been in love with Marie since I was 17. I actually got to meet her in 1990 when she was here for a concert. I had a friend who wrote the country music reviews for the paper and she took me along so I could meet her. I was the designated escort for the writer when her husband couldn't go, and I think he intentionally bowed out that night because he knew I loved Marie. I walked the writer back to her bus between shows, and after the introduction (omigosh I got to shake her hand) I asked when she wanted me to come back out to walk her inside. Marie was having none of that and told me to come on inside the bus and sit during the interview, so now I can say I had a coke and popcorn with her, too. I have to tell you... that Osmond smile is as striking up close as it is on TV. The girl might be all of 5'1" or 5'2", and at the time her hair was waist length and scrunched. :: sigh :: Thanks for making me remember that memory. 
 RisibleGirl wrote:
I feel bad that she was wearing a flannel shirt now.... Sorry FTS.  PS- hold on to your hat, you're going to be jealous. When I was 16, I decorated the Donnie and Marie show float for the Rose Parade. That's no dream, my friend. :mrgreen: Be the change you wish to see in the world.
vics wrote:
Hey be thankful that the flannel shirt was the most nightmarish thing about it, if it'd been one of my dreams, i'm betting Marie would turn into some kind of demon and you'd have to attack her with the meat cleaver in order to save the condiments from falling into evil hands... Karen wrote:
What a riot! It would almost be worth it to go into therapy just to see what some "expert" would say it means.... Next entry: A very special anniversary Previous entry: But wait! There's more! In case you're wondering.... On this day clear back in 2010 I wrote: The last day of Hospice training and other stuff… On this day clear back in 2009 I wrote: Who knew that kicking the dog would make me feel better? On this day clear back in 2008 I wrote: Playing in the boys’ sandbox On this day clear back in 2007 I wrote: Cocoon On this day clear back in 2005 I wrote: I don’t know where to begin with this post |
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