Mr. Casablanca...

Dear Mr. Casablanca,

I'm pretty sure absolutely certain you didn't find what you were looking for...



but I'm glad you stopped by, and I hope you at least saw a little bit of Jesus while you were here.

Living in His JOY, HOPE, and PEACE...



***Don't forget to pray for someone today!

Because THIS dream MUST be shared and recorded for ALL of history!!!

Oh. my. goodness.

I just had a brief conversation with my sister who shared with me her dream from last night.

Let me just tell ya, between my raw emotions from yesterday, the current allergy sickness I am feeling right now, and the sorta stats, but not really stats/research class I just started, I was definitely needing a laugh, and boy, did she serve one up.

I told her that she should be a guest blogger and share it with y'all, but she says that I am the writer. I did manage to get her to email it to me, so grab some D&pends and hold on to your chairs. Here's how it went...

It was my birthday and I received a "Grow-Your-Own-Giraffe". This was a jelly bean sized capsule that you added water to and it became a full sized giraffe. Well, I added the water and there it was--a large giraffe in my living room. It walked around and mingled with my dog. They got along well!

But then I got to thinking that I couldn't keep a full sized giraffe in my house. I looked and lo and behold there was a name tag on a collar on the giraffe. It said it belonged to Robert Irvine--the host of Dinner Impossible on the Food Network--and it had his phone number--By the way, according to my dream, he lived in my state. Anyway, I called him and asked if he could take the giraffe back b/c I couldn't keep it. He said it belonged to me now, but he would call once a week and check in on me and the giraffe.

I then went to the local Humane Society and asked them if they would be able to take the giraffe and they said they could. I then went to the parking lot and got into my car--which was a teeny hatchback that I haven't owned for 15 years and was about to drive home so I could get the giraffe, put it in this car and take it back to the HS, but then I woke up.

I have no idea why I was dreaming of giraffes and old cars, however I do watch Dinner Impossible!

Ok, people. This has seriously got to be the most hysterical thing you've heard all day! I don't know what my sister ate for dinner last night or what in the world prompted a dream like that!

Perhaps we need Joseph to come interpret for us! Ha!

Living in His JOY, HOPE, and PEACE...



***Don't forget to pray for someone today!

Seriously??? Murphy's law...

You know, anything that can go wrong when I am on a deadline - - - you know, like a plane taking off - - - will go wrong.

Take the other day for example...

C.C. and D.T. head to the mall to pick up D.T.'s new suit.

D.T. to the sales guy at the men's clothing store: "I'm here to pick up my suit."

Sales guy: "Yes, it is all ready. Would you like to try it on?"

D.T.: "Yes, thank you."

Sales guy helps D.T. put on the jacket, only to discover that the sleeves were not shortened like they were supposed to be.

Sales guy: "Oh no, I think we forgot to mark these. Can you come back Thursday to pick it up?"


Seriously?


Or yesterday...

Lunch time - postcard from the vet. Ben is due for time-sensitive shots... while C.C. and D.T. are out of the country.


Seriously?


Late afternoon. Shots done. C.C. picks up D.T. and they head to W@lmart to return one thing and pick up a watch battery.

D.T. to the lady at the jewelry counter: "I need a new battery for my watch."

Lady at the jewelry counter: "What kind of watch do you have?"

D.T.: "Here it is."

Lady: "Oh, we're not allowed to touch Seiko's. And I'm not allowed to let you use the tools to check it yourself because of OSHA regulations."


Seriously?


C.C. and D.T. shuffle off to the tool section of the store and very inconspicuously proceed to find a screwdriver that will open the back of a watch without damaging the watch or the screwdriver since they weren't actually buying the screwdriver. Ahem.

C.C. and D.T. shuffle back to the watch counter.

D.T. "I need a new battery for my watch. Here is the old battery."

Lady: "Let me check." Rummages through the drawer of watch batteries. "I have two of this battery, but they are both open, so I cannot sell them to you."


Seriously?


C.C. and D.T. pay for their other purchase and depart in their continued quest for a watch battery.

R@dio Sh@ck: "We can only order that watch battery online."

T@rget: "Sorry, we are out of that battery."

C.C.: "Let's just go get my C@ld Stone Cr3amery birthday ice cream since the coupon will expire while we are away."

Pulling into the parking lot at C@ld Stone Cr3amery. C.C.'s phone rings.

C.C.: "Hello?"

Hairstylist: "Um, C.C.? You're not usually this late. Did you forget your appointment to get your hair cut? And you're going out of the country this Friday, right? And I'm not in tomorrow."


Seriously?


This morning. C.C. takes Ben out to the bathroom. C.C. and Ben come back inside. C.C. continues to get ready for work while Ben gets all tangled up rolling around in the covers on the bed.

D.T. (laughing) to C.C.: "Look at Ben. Isn't he being funny!"

C.C.: "Yes, he is being quite cute!"

Two minutes later.

C.C. to D.T.: "What are all these bumps on Ben's head, and why is his eye swelling up?"


Seriously?


C.C.'s phone rings again.

C.C.: "Hello?"

C.C.'s sister: "Did you remember to have your mail stopped?"



Seriously.


I think C.C.'s head might pop off. Please tell me if you find it somewhere, and then ship it to Romania.

Living in His JOY, HOPE, and PEACE...



***Don't forget to pray for someone today!

Seriously?

I received this email a little while ago...



Does anyone else find this type of asinine absurd marketing a bit offensive?

Just asking.