Last night, I dreamed there was a baby in my house. This baby wasn’t just any baby, mind you. This baby was mine, which totally shocked me, since I’m over 60. In my dream, I couldn’t help but wonder how on Earth I had a baby at my age. My mind started racing since I have nothing, and I mean nothing for a baby anymore.
All my grown up kids came by and looked at this cute little bundle of joy…this little blonde baby girl…and asked where she came from. Still in awe that I was even holding this little baby, I said “Hell, I have no clue, she just appeared. I found her in my room in a box. What am I going to do with a baby? I have no baby things….” So I started telling them what I needed and putting them in charge of finding things.
First thing I needed….a proper rocking chair. Poof, one appears in the front room. Then, I needed bottles, and diapers. Someone brought those in the house. Suddenly, I realize I have no crib, and she’ll have to sleep in a laundry basket. So, my husband says “I’ll take the car and go find a crib.” To which I reply “You are not taking my car…you have no driver’s license.” Then, I look out the window and notice all these big trucks outside, and the neighbors are racing go carts up and down the street. I opened the door and yelled, “I found a baby in my house and I have no crib….this baby needs a crib!” Well, one of the guys in one of those big trucks went to find me a crib.
Suddenly, poof, my old bassinet from when I was a baby appeared in my front room. I shouted with amazement, because my bassinet had long since passed on to bassinet heaven. Then, I look off to my right, and there’s a changing table. Poof, appeared out of nowhere.
I then tucked this little baby in the bassinet, and put that bassinet next to my bed, where the box I found her in had been. I laid down in my bed and went to sleep. I woke up from my dream, expecting to find a baby in a box…but all I awoke to was my new puppy with his bell on his collar running into my room.
Who can forget that alternate senior citizen rock band: Dimentchia with their biggest hits:
Where’s My Friggin’ Keys?
Who Are You…..Again?
Preparation H On My Toothbrush.
I’m walking though some wooded terrain to get to a campground, when I noticed some lions. I asked someone where the lions came from, and was told that they had escaped a zoo, and nobody was ever able to catch them. Needless to say, I decided that walking through lion infested woods might not be the brightest thing someone could do, so I decided to slowly back away and return to my vehicle.
Upon that decision, I start to slowly walk backwards to my vehicle, being very careful not to turn my back on these lions. By the time I got halfway back, there were 3 male lions and at least 4 or 5 females. At first they didn’t seem to mind that I was there (or anyone else for that matter), but then, one changed it’s mine. A male came charging toward me, another was off to my right in the distance, and a female was off to my left in the distance.
My first thought was that I must protect myself, but all I have in my hands are my purse , a bag full of goodies and the arm off of some sort of very large stuffed toy. I decided to shove the stuffed toy arm in the lion’s mouth, which I did. Much to my surprise, he proceeded to play with it.
I got to my car, with other lions still following, and my car door wouldn’t shut. Enter into the dream Rob Lowe. Not only does he get my car door shut, but he drives. Normally, I don’t let anyone drive my car, but hey, it’s Rob Lowe. He told me he thought I was one tough cookie to take on a lion with nothing but the arm of a stuffed toy, so he’s like to take me to lunch. Of course….he’s Rob Lowe, so I agreed.
We got to our destination, ordered our lunch and drinks, and just were having a grand time chatting about how I saved myself from the jaws of a lion, when Rob Lowe looks across the room and asks “Hey, is that Martin Eng?” Now, mind you, I don’t know Martin Eng from Adam, but I must have in this dream. My reply, “Well, I do believe it is.” Then, I notice my friend Bonnie across at another table, so I go over, and put my arm around her shoulders and wait for her to notice me. She said “Kelly, you’re so funny!” We chat a bit and I return to the table. Once there Rob Lowe hands me a note with some jewelry he had been untangling. One piece of jewelry is a necklace with the number 85.
“What’s this?” I asked. Rob Lowe responds that he hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting such a tough gal before, and he wanted to give me this collection of jewelry. He asked if it would be ok if he asked me out on some dates. He also told me 85 was the year he graduated. Now, I don’t know if he meant college or high school. Heck, I don’t even know how old Rob Lowe is. But, hey, it was Rob Lowe, and he was dreamy. So, after hesitating a bit about our imagined age difference, I accepted his gift of jewelry. Then my cat woke me up.
I guess I should stop watching Steve Irwin specials and King Kong movies before bed. Nah.
Trudy Appleby went missing August 21st 1996 from her neighborhood in Moline, IL. She was 11 years old. She was seen by a neighbor leaving her driveway in a grey boxy-type car driven by a young man with dark wavy hair wearing a ball cap. She was never seen or heard from again. Trudy was my neighbor. All she took with her was a swimming suit and a towel.
Flash forward 23 years…..23 long years. We still don’t know where she is…although, there is a fairly good idea about what may have taken place. Sadly, we have had to come to terms with the distinct possibility that she met with an awful fate that day.
In 2012, a dig was done in Colona, IL near the river. Nothing pertinent was found.
In 2017, a witness came forward stating that she had been seen in the car of a now deceased individual by the name of William “Ed” Smith in a similar car. They were on Campbell’s Island in East Moline, just feet away from that witness. That was the last time she was seen. Then in October 2017, a dig was done on an empty lot, and still, nothing definitive was found.
It is believed that Trudy left her home with a member if William “Ed” Smith’s family on the pretense of going swimming. It is also believed that she met with a terrible fate that day, and was buried somewhere, and that someone still knows what happened and what was done with her. Someone is keeping a horrible secret….for 23 years.
Most recently, a boat was seized by the local authorities. It is believed to be the boat that transported Trudy on the proposed “swimming” outing. It is being tested for dna.
This last 23 years has been a horrible nightmare…..Trudy’s mother died in 2014 never knowing what happened to her only child. Her grandmother died shortly after. Her grandmother kept a scrapbook full of articles covering Trudy’s disappearance. That was all she had to hold on to. Her family continues the search for the truth, as do her friends…even after 23 years. Why? Because she was a bright, beautiful, witty, loving, trusting child. Trudy Appleby…more than just a name or a statistic….a real human being who no longer has a voice. Someone took her voice from her, as well as her future. So, now her family and friends are the voice for Trudy. We all want whomever knows to come forward and tell us where her body is so we can bury her and lay her to rest.
You know something, it’s time to say something. Call the Moline Police Department at 309-524-2140 or Moline Crime Stoppers at 309-762-9500.
I’m a member, (and an officer), of a motorcyclist rights organization. Our organization is part of the Adopt A Highway program….our 2 mile stretch of road is near a local forest preserve and park.
Some of our chapter members got together today to clean our stretch of highway….and I just have to say, that even though it was not the worst it has ever been, I am still appalled at the fact that we actually need to do this. The fact that people actually litter at all has never ceased to amaze me, and often times, the things we find….well, some you would not expect, and others are just plain disgusting.
Here is a list of some of the litter we found today: Booze bottles, beer cans, broken glass, fast food wrappers, pieces of styrofoam cups (lots of those), cardboard in all shapes and sizes, a deep fryer, a whole tire, a half a tire, pieces of cars, a sign for “Josh”, an ice cream business banner, a fertilizer bag, a really long piece of metal (siding maybe), used baby wipes, and a plastic tampon cover. Really? You throw your tampon cover on the side of the road? That’s just gross.
Don’t litter….it makes for an unsightly, and unhealthy, scene of what is meant to be beautiful in nature.
I dreamed last night that I was the leader of a group of warriors on horses. Our fortress was in an old, abandoned building that was built into the side of a hill by the highway.
I had heard there was a problem in an area a few miles away, on the other side of the highway…that one of our most dangerous enemies had infiltrated said area and was was wreaking unimaginable havoc. So, I sent our best warrior out to find out exactly what was happening . Hours later, someone alerts me that his horse returned without him. This causes immediate concern, because we know there was trouble.
I grab my long, black riding coat, get on my horse, and follow his horse to the area he had been. The horse leads me to a place of business, and I make my entrance. As I enter, I find a desk to the right of the main door, and a receptionist. To the left of the main door are some stairs. The receptionist asks if I need help, and I frankly tell her that I am looking for a member of my team who may have been in there in search of a known person of evil. She asks me to step inside the doors behind her. Inside those doors, are carpet sales people…trying to sell me carpet. I explain to them I’m not there for carpet, but to find one of my missing warriors.
They asked for a description. I told them he had light colored, spiked hair and was likely wearing a loincloth, and had some swords strapped to his back. They all told me that he had followed someone down to the dollar store inside the building, and that I should go check there. They alerted me that the building was undergoing a lot of construction, and I may not want to wear my long, black coat during this trek. I unloaded my “equipment” and left the coat on their coat rack, which was conveniently located next to the carpet store entrance.
As I walk through this building, I find it to be like a maze of twists and turns, with areas blocked off, and darkness throughout. Finally, I arrive at the dollar store, which is also under construction. A worker there told me they had sent my loin cloth clad warrior to the clothing store next to the ice cream shop across the parking lot to go get some clothes. The worker went on to explain that he thought my warrior was simply a homeless person who made up a story about trying to find this person of evil. The name of the store was RUE. “RUE 21?” I asked. “No, just RUE” was his reply.
I raced out of that building, and found the ice cream store. True to word, not far from that was a clothing store…and I entered. Once again, I went through my story about my warrior clad in a loin cloth, and how his horse returned without him, so I knew something was amiss. The staff advised me he had bought a suit, and then stated he was instructed to go to the grocers straight across the lot from the clothing store. Something is definitely amiss here. I realize I had forgotten my coat, and return for that and the horses. I race back through the building to find that the worker in the dollar store is actually an enemy in disguise, so I take him as my prisoner. He leads me to the grocers where the plan was to ambush and kidnap my warrior. We find neither my warrior or the team of bad guys. So, I take the prisoner back to our fortress, to find my warrior, in a suit, with the enemy team captured, and fresh groceries inside.
I dreamed last night that I was attending a special school….for mutant superheroes. An announcement was made that they had found the “Viper” who would be arriving soon. Then, they brought in a panther, who was just a little bit pissed off because someone tried to trap it. Of course, I had to step outside because I thought something was amiss and needed to investigate. I believed this panther was indeed a ruse, sent in by the bad guys to infiltrate our school and wipe us out.
They had the panther taken to a special location. At that time, it was time to go home. The only problem was, I could not remember how to get “home” since I had just arrived to this town. So, myself and another gal are walking, and walking, and walking. We run across a young fella who is having a hard time maintaining his composure, and is fighting an urge to turn into something bad. We told him to go to his happy place. I then found a young man with wings, who had been accompanied by his two sisters, each one also being some type of bird. They had been hit by a car.
We continue on because I am trying to remember where I live. I have a key, and just start looking down streets. We came across some apartments and a boarding house. The lady wants to know if I need a room til the rain lets up. My plan is to just try my key in all the apartment doors until I find the right one. If unsuccessful, I will go rent a room.
At that point, I realize the other gal somehow has my id, and I need to get it back.
I’ve never claimed to be a good cook.
In the kitchen I just fake it.
But that Keto friendly lemon thingy,
Well, I thought I’d try and bake it.
It’s made from scratch, not a mix,
So I tried to get into the groove.
I measured, mixed, stirred and blended,
But this shit just wouldn’t get smooth.
So I shoved the damn thing in the oven,
Set the timer and hoped for the best.
An hour later, this shit’s still runny.
Is this some sort of a test?
Three hours later, the middle’s still wiggly
And the lemon’s not even zingy.
This frosting shit needs cut with a knife.
It’s the death of a lemon thingy.
Written by Taffy O’