Mind rambling as I get the kids off to school this morning. Guy up North (PA I think) appears on Fox news and it's an update to a story where he posts a sign in his busy sandwich shop that says something to the effect: "This is America. Please order in English!" There is a backdrop of the red/white/blue and an eagle. My thoughts this morning: why fight it! I personally plan to learn Spanish so that when our Hispanic overlords take over the United States, I will be in a place to be a toady/stool pidgeon/lacky and not get my life destroyed.
You may say "That will never happen..." but just look at the signs. Bilingual classes in public schools, multiple languages on public forms, ballot information required in English and Spanish. The list is increasing. When was the last time you called a friendly phone service (medical, dental, public service, whatever...) and didn't hear "Por servicio in Espanol, pressio el numbero cinco" (That just happened to be an option on my doctor's phone service when I called yesterday).
Think about it and you will see I am right. Give up this one language dream. We never spoke one language anyway (southern drawl, ebonics, northern dialects, western dialects, cajun, ...). Go ahead and learn "Latin American Spanish". You'll be glad you did!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Dream log, 12/19/2007
First time I blogged my dreams, but here it goes. Please be aware that I had my tonsils and uvula taken out (sleep/health reasons) and that I'm a whopping 45 years old! Recovery has been a b95ch. But with the help of my friend Lortab Elixir and some time off from work I'm suffering less. Gives new meaning to "Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends..." (Beatles, Sgt. Pepper, Get By with a little.... you get the picture.)
So, it's after 3:00am this morning and I took my usual dosage of meds (15ml tho wish it were more) and I am propped up in bed so my head is higher than my heart. I finally doze off and I have this dream that my family and I are in some old hotel. We have some other friends in a nearby room like the Cormany family. Anyway, you can tell the place is fairly old, maybe 40's or 50's style. Then we are walking around and I see a couple near the lawn. It's like deja vu or something, because here are this man and woman walking a small dog and the woman seems familiar in a bad, creepy kind of way. We keep on going and take the elevator to our floor and go to our room. Seems that we are in some sort of war. There are old bi-planes flying towards the building and shooting people and shooting the building. Of course I'm surprised but I try to keep everyone safe by getting away from the windows and behind some thick walls that won't let large caliber bullets through. The attack ceases and we are all looking at the damage. There is broken glass and plaster all over. Some people are lying dead in the halls or on the sidewalks around the hotel if they weren't lucky enough to get some shelter. This happens a few more times, but the technology of the planes improve and they are now WW2 vintage type aircraft with both guns and bombs. The attacks continue and there is less and less of the building to protect us. I'm also compelled for some reason to leave between attacks and go through the top of the building where there are different types of clothing for sale. I know I am stealing, but I take a shirt as I run by and put it on. Unfortunately I fail to notice the inventory tag that is on it and I trip a security alarm and some burly security men as I go by. I end up dropping the shirt and escaping down an elevator to the lobby level and as I'm running I see the man and woman from the beginning of my dream. This time the woman rats on me and leads security to me. I just knew she was trouble, but I didn't know it for sure at the beginning. I only had this feeling.
Then there is this awful screeching, like an alarm and I wake up to find out it is time to get the kids ready for school.
Whew, nobody is dead! I'm not in jail. We don't have war planes attacking our hotel anymore.
But my throat still hurts like h3ll! I seek the solace of my friend 15ML Lortab Elixir.
So, it's after 3:00am this morning and I took my usual dosage of meds (15ml tho wish it were more) and I am propped up in bed so my head is higher than my heart. I finally doze off and I have this dream that my family and I are in some old hotel. We have some other friends in a nearby room like the Cormany family. Anyway, you can tell the place is fairly old, maybe 40's or 50's style. Then we are walking around and I see a couple near the lawn. It's like deja vu or something, because here are this man and woman walking a small dog and the woman seems familiar in a bad, creepy kind of way. We keep on going and take the elevator to our floor and go to our room. Seems that we are in some sort of war. There are old bi-planes flying towards the building and shooting people and shooting the building. Of course I'm surprised but I try to keep everyone safe by getting away from the windows and behind some thick walls that won't let large caliber bullets through. The attack ceases and we are all looking at the damage. There is broken glass and plaster all over. Some people are lying dead in the halls or on the sidewalks around the hotel if they weren't lucky enough to get some shelter. This happens a few more times, but the technology of the planes improve and they are now WW2 vintage type aircraft with both guns and bombs. The attacks continue and there is less and less of the building to protect us. I'm also compelled for some reason to leave between attacks and go through the top of the building where there are different types of clothing for sale. I know I am stealing, but I take a shirt as I run by and put it on. Unfortunately I fail to notice the inventory tag that is on it and I trip a security alarm and some burly security men as I go by. I end up dropping the shirt and escaping down an elevator to the lobby level and as I'm running I see the man and woman from the beginning of my dream. This time the woman rats on me and leads security to me. I just knew she was trouble, but I didn't know it for sure at the beginning. I only had this feeling.
Then there is this awful screeching, like an alarm and I wake up to find out it is time to get the kids ready for school.
Whew, nobody is dead! I'm not in jail. We don't have war planes attacking our hotel anymore.
But my throat still hurts like h3ll! I seek the solace of my friend 15ML Lortab Elixir.
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