Sweet dreams are made of this...
Oh you guys...I couldn't wait to get home and post about the dream I had this morning. So, SO sweet.
Prior to the good stuff my sleeping brain regaled me with various random weirdness involving a black lab and a big brown dog named Bear, both of whom were totally trampling the inside of an unknown house, and another scene where I was hiding under a long table in close proximity to a rather hefty and very amorous couple. None of this had anything to do with what transpired next.
Enter the fun part: I was sitting on a bench in some sort of industrial shop type of setting, and to my left was Coco. He was wearing mechanic's clothes (this probably came from an article I read about him where he was interviewed wearing same) and assembling some contraption with a lot of colored wires. I think I asked him if he needed any help, but other than that I'm drawing a blank on dialogue. Maybe there wasn't any. There didn't need to be, given that the next thing I knew, he was perched in front of me, sitting on the very edge of the bench. At that point I very gently and delicately leaned forward and kissed the back of his head, and just as gently and delicately (yet at the same time firmly) hugged him from behind. That's it. So simple and sweet and really quite innocent. And then I woke up...with a big smile on my face. And for the rest of the day, every time I started stressing about anything at work, I just reminded myself of that dream. I think it's going to keep me going for awhile. :::happy sigh:::
On a totally different subject, last night my cousin Danielle from New York called me. She's the one who's a diehard NYY fan and hates the Sox with a passion, although she allows as how she can stomach Papi (how could anyone not?). She said she figured she could reach me because it was a non-baseball night, and she started waxing eloquent about how HAPPY she was that the Rays won, and how pissed she was during Game 5, blah blah blah. Now see, for the past year I've been taking pains to conceal my fence jump from her because I was afraid she would hate me, so I just let her go on about the ALCS, but finally my own passion got the best of me and I had to speak my piece. So I told her, y'all. I told her how I fell for the Red Sox during the 2007 ALCS and spent the winter educating myself about all things Sox, dove right into it as soon as spring training started, and haven't looked back. I told her that I followed pretty much every single game this season, which actually I never did with the Yankees. I never felt like getting that deep with it before, but this year I couldn't get enough. She already knew about the gameday threads and me hanging out on LJ with a bunch of baseball bloggers, but until last night she didn't know that most of it is Red Sox oriented.
So I told her. I apologized, too. This is a cousin who I'm very close to even though she's young enough to be my daughter (had I been a teenage mother), and I didn't want her to hate me. Turns out she's disappointed, but she said she would never hate me over it. :::whew::: And then we went on and talked about any number of other stuff, and all was forgiven without there even being a problem -- except for the moment before I worked up the courage to TELL her...I first allowed as how I liked the Sox and was sorry to see them lose, and she yelled, "Then you're not a Yankees fan!" Gee, no shit Sherlock! LOL...
So that's the report from this end. Hope all is well with all of you.
And now...a late dinner.
Prior to the good stuff my sleeping brain regaled me with various random weirdness involving a black lab and a big brown dog named Bear, both of whom were totally trampling the inside of an unknown house, and another scene where I was hiding under a long table in close proximity to a rather hefty and very amorous couple. None of this had anything to do with what transpired next.
Enter the fun part: I was sitting on a bench in some sort of industrial shop type of setting, and to my left was Coco. He was wearing mechanic's clothes (this probably came from an article I read about him where he was interviewed wearing same) and assembling some contraption with a lot of colored wires. I think I asked him if he needed any help, but other than that I'm drawing a blank on dialogue. Maybe there wasn't any. There didn't need to be, given that the next thing I knew, he was perched in front of me, sitting on the very edge of the bench. At that point I very gently and delicately leaned forward and kissed the back of his head, and just as gently and delicately (yet at the same time firmly) hugged him from behind. That's it. So simple and sweet and really quite innocent. And then I woke up...with a big smile on my face. And for the rest of the day, every time I started stressing about anything at work, I just reminded myself of that dream. I think it's going to keep me going for awhile. :::happy sigh:::
On a totally different subject, last night my cousin Danielle from New York called me. She's the one who's a diehard NYY fan and hates the Sox with a passion, although she allows as how she can stomach Papi (how could anyone not?). She said she figured she could reach me because it was a non-baseball night, and she started waxing eloquent about how HAPPY she was that the Rays won, and how pissed she was during Game 5, blah blah blah. Now see, for the past year I've been taking pains to conceal my fence jump from her because I was afraid she would hate me, so I just let her go on about the ALCS, but finally my own passion got the best of me and I had to speak my piece. So I told her, y'all. I told her how I fell for the Red Sox during the 2007 ALCS and spent the winter educating myself about all things Sox, dove right into it as soon as spring training started, and haven't looked back. I told her that I followed pretty much every single game this season, which actually I never did with the Yankees. I never felt like getting that deep with it before, but this year I couldn't get enough. She already knew about the gameday threads and me hanging out on LJ with a bunch of baseball bloggers, but until last night she didn't know that most of it is Red Sox oriented.
So I told her. I apologized, too. This is a cousin who I'm very close to even though she's young enough to be my daughter (had I been a teenage mother), and I didn't want her to hate me. Turns out she's disappointed, but she said she would never hate me over it. :::whew::: And then we went on and talked about any number of other stuff, and all was forgiven without there even being a problem -- except for the moment before I worked up the courage to TELL her...I first allowed as how I liked the Sox and was sorry to see them lose, and she yelled, "Then you're not a Yankees fan!" Gee, no shit Sherlock! LOL...
So that's the report from this end. Hope all is well with all of you.
And now...a late dinner.