I very seldom remember my dreams and wish that sometimes I would just keep a pad of paper and pen handy to record some of them. However, this morning it is different. I decided to come and post it quickly before I forgot it. Now this dream isn't extraordinary but remembering it is!! I'm still pretty young but at times I've sure got that old-timers things going on and I forget a lot. Watch out children you may have to start taking care of me in a few years. HA HA
I am at a security checkpoint, the kind that you would find at an airport. I am going through this check point hoping to meet up with my family and friends who are waiting nearby at the Chuck-a-rama. (I worked there for 2 and one half years while in high school) I go down the escalator and through the check point, take off my shoes that have a teal stripe in them and go through the x-ray machine. Upon my exit I go to find my shoes and discover that they are not there. I am then sent to the "pile" to look through. This is the place where people leave their belongings behind. In my mind I'm thinking who would leave their stuff behind at a security check point? Strange. I look around to discover baby clothes, shoes, blankets and other items.
No shoes. I ask someone for help and I'm directed upstairs to where they take the leftovers and sort through them. Upon my arrival at this point I find that everything is neatly stacked and now all the shoes are paired up and in boxes, the clothes have all been folded. I look and look and cannot find my shoes. I'm told that I will not leave without shoes. That's real assuring to know that I can pick someone else's shoes. Where are my shoes? I search and search. About this time I am half awake and half sleeping and I'm cannot even remember what shoes I had on. I had looked at so many of them I was really losing my mind. Were they my old camping tennis shoes? Or were they my teal pearl izumi shoes that squeak when I walk. I determined they were not there so I kept going down the escalator looking and up to the other area and look. I repeated this cycle several times. Yeah it's like one of the those dreams that you keep going in circles or running and can never catch up to your destination. Finally I was allowed into another area.....this time it was the area where the employees stash the good stuff that has been left behind. I asked a lady if they were going to donate this to charity or just claim it for themselves? I was told that I was rude. The ladies all had black wigs on and looked alike in this area. Why? I don't know, they reminded me of Diana Ross and Supremes. I was finally given a pair of shoes. They didn't match of course. I had one white thin looking type of my left foot and then on my right foot I was wearing a gold adidas shoe. They were too small and at that point I heard my cell phone beep and that was what woke me up. Weird
Conclusion:
I don't really care about shoes and maybe I should purchase some new casual shoes for work.
I went to a baby shower last night and there were lots of clothes and blankets.
I can never catch up with my mind.
Mr. M has the nickname of "teflon" hands. the taffy rarely sticks to his hands while pulling it.
Clint and Nat showing us how to pull taffy.
the entire right side received some damage.
Wish this was a close up. Lot's of scrapes to the bike, some broken and bent parts.
actually this is the before picture taken about 3 minutes before the mishap occurred. J was just pulling out of the driveway and had started to accelerate when his back tire slipped. He tried to keep the bike from going down but was unlucky there. He put his foot down to try and stop the crash and had no luck with that. Gratefully the bike bounced up and he was able to clear his leg and from there I understand that he flattened out his body and rode with the bike down the road for about thirty feet. He had all of his protective gear on which I am sure help to lessen the injuries to his body. He must have landed on his knee because it was very bruised and swollen with a minor scrape on it. He also has some road rash on his side which is now healing nicely and a sore foot. Not a fun ordeal, especially because he just had detailed the bike and is trying to sell it. Only body damage to the bike and it can be fixed. Quoting Josh, "My bike can be replaced but my life can't."
It was a very poofy dress. Steak dinner served at our favorite restaurant....home.
Posing with Mr. B before he leaves to pick up his date. 
