Conversation with a Stranger

Text Conversation with a strangerTurns out this person was neither my mamma, nor ANYBODY that I knew. But it took some convincing on their part to believe me.

Ah, modern technology.

Weird Dream, Take 2

Okay, so if my dream about Jack Black wasn’t weird enough, last night I had another one. Not about Jack Black. This one was about Ann Voskamp.

And real quick, for the record, I’d like it to be noted that while I can’t prove it, I’m pretty sure this might be the very first time the names Jack Black and Ann Voskamp have appeared together in the same blog post. I’m all creative and interesting like that. *groan*

In real life we have new neighbors who moved in across the street and they are all kinds of awesome. We’re enjoying getting to know them bit by bit. This information is important to this story because in my dream Ann Voskamp and her entire family live in this house WITH my new neighbors.

They don’t exactly live together, but the house is split like a very large duplex. My new neighbors live on the right side and the entire Voskamp family live on the left. I have no idea how long this situation has been going on, but in my dream it was as though it had always been this way. Ann Voskamp lived across the street from me and I didn’t know her very well. I saw her hanging out on the front porch one day and walked over to have a chat. We hadn’t really done that before even though we lived across the street from each other. She was awesome and invited me into her side of the house. Details get fuzzy at this point, but I’m pretty sure I helped myself to the inside of her fridge and fixed lunch for my whole family while she watched. She then had another friend drop in – one she was expecting. She also took an important phone call. I never got the hint. I kept hanging around in her kitchen waiting for her phone call to end so we could continue talking. I might have sneaked a peek down the hall as well. I was curious as to how they all fit in that half of a house.

When I finally realized I was, you know, in the way, I thanked her for the sandwiches and walked across the street back into my house.

Now then. Wasn’t that strange?

Nice One!

I was shopping in Aldi the other day and saw this gal, probably in her mid-20’s, all summery looking and cute. I’m not sure what made me notice her ankle, other than that it was pretty close to the generic Sprite I was getting. She had a tattoo there. Now, I’m not one opposed to tattoos. I don’t have one, but I’ve joked about getting one before. There’s that issue of the pain involved. That, and I have no idea what I’d get anyway, but then again there’s the pain.

Anyway, this girl, she had a tattoo of a “cute” skull with a pink bow. Kind of like this:

Skull

All I could think of the whole rest of the time I was in Aldi was this gal (remember, young and cute) as a 75-year-old granny with a shriveled pink skull with bow tattoo on her ankle. And I could see her future grandkids giggling across the room because oh.my.word. have you seen Granny’s tattoo? What in the world was she thinking? Was this kind of thing actually IN when she was young?

Not so much.

Anyway, made me laugh. It would be funny to hear how that actually does play out for her over the next few decades. I’m sure it was some spontaneous and fun decision at the time. Maybe not such a great one later?