Mother’s Day 2017

My mom. I miss her. She was many things: Irish mother of the year, beautician, wife, nana, den mother, girl scout leader, a nurse in the army, and the list goes on and on. But, above all that, she was my mother.

We didn’t always see eye to eye, and there were times when I did not always agree with her. However, she was my mother, and she raised us all as best she could. She worked hard raising 8 children in that house with only 4 bedrooms and 1 bathroom. (Looking back, that house seemed so huge when we were little.)

She worked hard at home, and when needed, she worked hard outside of the home. We didn’t always have what we wanted, but we always had what we needed. Did I agree with every decision she ever made, or every punishment she put forward? No. Did I agree with every “harsh” word when she would tell us like it is? No. Did I dare question any of it? No. Did I disrespect her in any way? No. Did I try to “punish” her just for revenge, or make her feel guilty for anything? No. Why? Because she was my mother…..not my buddy, not my pal. And everything she did, everything she fought for, was for the good of us kids. She wanted us to be the best adults we knew how to be. Being a mother does not come with an instruction manual. The last thing my mother and I did together was plan the Roland family reunion in 2001. A few weeks later, she was dead. Love your mother and respect her…..because some day, you may not have her around.

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My 414 Richmond Ave Dream

I had a dream last night that I had to drive to 414 Richmond Ave to meet up with my uncle Pat. For those that don’t know, that particular location holds a lot of great memories for myself and the rest of this family, as it was an intricate part of our lives. It was my grandpa’s house.
I rush in to find my Grandma Polly sitting in the living room waiting on Pat. “He’s running a little late.” she said. Suddenly, he comes running in the front door apologizing for his unusual lateness. It seemed he had been having a sleep study to find the source of his suddenly acquired, intense snoring. However, after hours of being hooked up to machines, and having experienced, very possibly, the least restful sleep he had ever had (after all, who can sleep hooked up to all that) he didn’t snore once.
He was wanting to show me all the changes done to the house. Off of the living room used to be a bedroom, and that had been turned into a 4 season room with big windows. The bathroom was still just off that room. The main bedroom at the front of the house was still there, but had a big chandelier in it.
As we walked down the hallway, he explained that the tenants were on their way back, and if anyone asked, his name was Harry Ashton, and grandma Polly was Nora Ashton.
We walked into the bedroom at the end of the hall, and much to my surprise found 2 cribs and a toddler bed all with sleeping babies. Then he showed me the main bathroom, which had been made much, much bigger. It had a shower and a jacuzzi type tub installed. suddenly I look up and realize an upstairs had been added, and there is yet another bathroom above us. I see water streaming down, like a waterfall. “Hey Mr. Ashton, is that water supposed to be coming down like that?” I asked. Well, no, it wasn’t, so that was something to notate for when the tenants arrived.
As we entered the kitchen, the tenants arrived, and the waterfall in the bathroom issue was discussed. The kitchen was all modernized and no longer had that red brick effect on the walls. Suddenly, there were 4 dogs at the back door wanting to be let out. As I go to let them out, 4 cats come out of nowhere, so I had to fight to keep them in. The yard was all fenced in, but someone had left a gate open, so 2 dogs got out. We go to catch them, only to find them across the street, and someone else was rounding up loose pets, because a fence had been cut. As I was going to grab the dogs, I was followed by another dog, a pony, a baby elephant and a lion.
I go back in the kitchen and realized I had to leave right away because I had to be to work in 4 hours and it takes me 3 hours to get home. So, I grabbed my Mt. Dew and hit the road.

My Criminal Minds Bad Guy in the Yard dream

This dream starts off in a beautiful house, with a lovely front porch, big kitchen, living room, fireplace….you name it, it’s got it.  I am there with my family, and my bodyguard/boyfriend (or are we married?) Detective Hotch from Criminal Minds BAU unit.  Oh, and kids…there’s lots of kids in the house.

Suddenly, a news report comes on my lovely flat screen tv built into the wall of my kitchen.  There is an APB out for a man who kidnapped and killed an older couple and stole their camper.  He is suspected of being in our area and is armed and dangerous.

2 of the kids had just left to run across the block to go to a neighbors, so naturally when we saw this, I decided I needed to go get them.  On the way, I hear a muffled voice crying, and look to my right, and the suspect has one of the girls on the grass, his hand over her mouth.  He’s telling her to be quiet and he does not like to hurt children.  I yell to him “Hey, asshole!  You want someone?  Come and get me!”  So, he does, and he’s got a knife.  Well, it’s actually more like a sickle, since it’s a curved blade.  With it held to my head, and his arm firmly around my neck and shoulder area, we move to my porch and the front door.

He yells for Hotch….”Hotch…I got your wife!  You come to the front door, or I will cut her face up!”  Hotch tries talking through the intercom system first, but to no avail.  Finally he comes to the door, and ends up trying to take a shot, but the bullet would not penetrate the glass on the door.  (Damn bullet proof glass!)  We continue to stand outside the door, the sickle to my head.  Whatever he wants, he won’t let me go until he gets it.

I remember him telling the girl he doesn’t like to hurt children, so I use that to my advantage.  “You cannot hurt me, or kill me.”  I said.  “I have all these children to take care of.  There are 10 of them in there depending on me, the youngest of which is 1 year old.  If you hurt me, you will be hurting them.  Do you really want to hurt those 10 children?”  I kept driving that into his head.  Finally he said he would let me go, if he could get some food…he wanted supplies of what he called mood food.  He needed to feed his mood, and he needed to get out of there, so he wanted to be completely ignored, so he could go off in the camper and find more old people to kidnap and kill.

Just as I was prepared to enter the house, I hear a thud behind me.  He had been shot with a slingshot that another kid had, and  felled by a big rock to his back.  He was then hauled away by the BAU.

Inside, I got a card from Hotch, with 2 tickets to the mountains.  I saved a bunch of people that day, and I take care of all these kids so we were going away for a weekend.

Oh, life is good when you are married to Detective Hotchner.

Yes, I had cheese before I went to bed last night.

 

My Arnold Schwarzenegger, Hotel, Strangers in front of the house dream

I am talking to a man, who looks familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on who he is.  It turns out, he is traveling incognito.  Suddenly, on a screen, appears 2 pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger.  One picture of how he looks today, and one of his much younger self, with both poses being from his Terminator nude scene.  I look over at the man and say “I thought you looked familiar.  That’s you, isn’t it?”  He said “Yes, I am one in the same.  Although if you will notice, I have a few more wrinkles on my backside now than in 1984.”

He’s in talks for a new movie with Jamie Lee Curtis, reprising their spy roles from True Lies, and he invites me along to the meeting.   The meeting is in this big, fancy hotel, the kind of hotel that only rich people can afford to stay in.  After meeting with and talking to Jamie, Arnold, the writers and other staff, I am offered a job.  It seems Arnold has told everyone that during our discussion, he was able to determine that I had a creative streak in me, and was a bit of a ham.  So, I was offered the opportunity to assist with the script and also to act in the movie.

Just as I had accepted the offer, my son and brothers come walking down the hall.  “Hey, are you ready to check out of this place yet?  We have to leave” They say.  So, we go to the front desk to check out, and when we leave, they ask “Where did you park your car?”  I said “What do you mean my car?  I didn’t drive here.  Where’s your car?”  So, we commence to the parking lot, which has turned into a giant field of grass.  There is but one lonely little car out in the north forty, and evidently it’s mine because they said “Oh, there’s your car!  Why the hell did you park all the way out here?”

We then drive to the house us kids grew up in (Which, by the way no longer exists, it was torn down in 2000) where we find our dad getting ready to go sit out front.  (Keep in mind, dad died in 2007.) While he is out front, we hear noises outside the front porch.  We look outside to find some strangers arguing and trying to get into the house.  They ran off when they saw us kids.  Suddenly, we think, where the heck is dad?  Did they take him?  So we frantically look and look, but to no avail.

Suddenly mother shows up with one of the blonde grandkids. (Mother died in 2001.) She said “Where’s your father?”  We call his cell phone, and he’s down at the tavern buying candy bars for us.  We said “Oh, we thought those strangers took you.  You better get home!  Mom’s here with one of the grandkids, and boy are you gonna be in trouble!”

My Colorado, Magic Mike dance show, electric skillet, stray dog, smart car dream.

Here I am wide awake at 05:30 trying to make sense out of this dream that I woke up from an hour ago.
My friend B and I are driving to Colorado. After our 12 hour drive straight through we pull in to our destination, when we notice that the venue next to our motel is having the Magic Mike dancers, with special guest appearance by Channing Tatum AND they are having margarita specials. I said “Ya know….you seen one male dancer, you seen ‘em all. But……this is Channing Tatum.” So, we went.
Cut to the driveway of the house I grew up in. (Which, in real life, no longer exists…it is now a Walgreens.) We pull in and start unpacking the car and putting things in the garage. We unpack the electric skillet we borrowed, (that we took with us to fry potatoes in), and it was discovered that the cord wasn’t with the skillet. So now we must commence looking for the cord. As we are standing in the driveway looking through every piece of every article of everything we had packed away, we hear the sound of something dragging approaching in the parking lot across the alley. It’s a stray little white dog dragging his chain and just running to beat the band.
We get him into the yard, and finally are able to hook him to the dog lead in the yard. He has tags, but only rabies tags. Nothing with an owner of any kind. So, he hangs out with us for a while until we decide what to do.
Next door, we find a guy in a blue uniform. I find this odd, since that is not who used to live there. The folks that used to live there were a little odd, and liked to “collect” things. So, I said “Who are you? You aren’t the people that burned women’s shoes in the driveway.” Suddenly, we hear an awful noise and see a flash across the street behind the gas station. The guy in the blue uniform says “I’m the new maintenance man, and I just got paged that the doctor’s office across the street blew up, so I gotta run!” Then, we find the cord to the electric skillet, which gets returned to it’s owner. It was in a pocket in the inside of the back door of the vehicle.
We then decide it’s time to head back to our own homes, but instead of taking the regular route, we drive down John Deere Road headed in the opposite direction. We are headed west, and are in the left lane, when suddenly a vehicle in the right lane crossed the line and almost hits us. We catch up, and I lean out the window…much to my surprise the vehicle has transformed into a smart car. I flip em off and yell “Looks like your car is the only smart thing about you people!” Then I woke up. Perhaps I need to cross honey nut cheerios off my late night snack list.
 

My Starts With a Dog on the Roof and Ends With The Lost Boys in the House Dream

We’re in “our” house (which by the way, is a house I have never been in before in real life), when suddenly, off to the left of the kitchen the dog is in the little foyer or utility closet.  There is a tall enclosure or cabinet that leads up to the ceiling and he is climbing that enclosure.  When he gets to the top, he shimmies out the vent that leads to the roof.  My husband is yelling for him to come back down, and I go to the door to make sure he doesn’t fall.  Outside the door is my cat.  She comes in and the dog comes back down.

Next, my youngest is a little girl again and we have to leave for school.  The car won’t start, so we walk.  It’s been raining, the ground is wet with muddy puddles.  She said “Something feels weird on my feet mom.”  Then we realize she forgot her shoes and socks!  So we run back home.  Her shoes are in the basement and by the time we finally find them, I have 10 minutes to get her to school and me to work, so we have to literally run.  We seem to have developed superhuman speed, because even though we are running in slow motion, we get both places on time.

Cut to an escalator, which I am on, and it takes me back to the house from the beginning of the dream.  There are cowboys there, and lots of them.  Our friend comes in all decked out in chaps, boots, spurs, coyboy hat, the whole outfit.  “Quick!” he yells “Get my horse!  I pissed off some guys at the saloon!  I’ll cut out early, and you guys never saw me!  Later we’ll meet a few miles down the road.”  He then takes off on his horse, but they get trapped in the mud and the horse sinks into what appears to be quicksand or a sinkhole.  Our friend tries to pull his horse out, but something swallows the horse up whole, with the exception of his head.  He comes back, totally freaking out, “Something killed my horse!”  So, with the sounds of the pissed off cowboys getting closer, we have to hide him in the basement.

Cut to the living room.  The cowboys are gone, the dog isn’t on the roof, and the cat is in the house.  We are watching a movie.  It’s like a cross between a horror movie, the Walking Dead,  the X Men and the movie Hook.  It begins with a band of mutant superheroes assigned to secure and guard an enclosure filled with criminal zombies.  Suddenly a young woman is kidnapped  by a band of evil-doers who are keeping her in the woods for some ritualistic ceremony that obviously required the use of a young woman in a halter top and shorty shorts.  She screams and screams “Somebody help me!”  A mutant superhero who is helping construct a gate for the enclosure hears her screams.  He is torn….does he fulfill his duties or go save the damsel in distress?  For if he leaves, someone will surely find out.  So, he devises a plan.  Since he is super fast, and will be back in practically no time at all, he builds a dummy out of his clothes and a fence post.  Then he goes off to save the girl.

He finds the girl and is observing the evil-doers that have her.  There are many, possibly too many for one mutant superhero.  He is thinking he will need some help.  Suddenly The Lost Boys from the movie Hook come upon him and they agree to help.  The scene then jumps from the television and the set is in my house.  The Lost Boys are swinging on vines, shooting the bad guys with tomato guns, hitting them in the heads with coconuts.  The mutant superhero finds the girl, saves her, and the evil-doers are defeated by the Lost Boys.  Mutant superhero takes the girl back to his post, and nobody even knows he was gone.

The movie set is gone from the living room, I check the mail, and then go through a box that I received to find socks, a tee shirt and a pair of shorts.  The end.

My giant gorilla on the porch dream

There was a giant gorilla (or bear) loose in the neighborhood.  It ended up on the front porch of the house I grew up in and eventually came through the front door.  There were little kids upstairs playing, so to protect them, I took them into the attic.  As I whispered stories to them to keep them entertained, we noticed a man sitting on the roof outside the attic window.  Then, the giant gorilla (or bear) left.

Suddenly I am in a different house listening to Peggy Lee on the stereo.  I went into the bathroom….oh, it had a beautiful blue clawfoot tub set above the floor on a pedestal.  There was a sliding wood door that hooked shut.  Outside the window, there were 2 coyotes trying to kill a pig at the neighbor’s.  Immediately, my brother threw 2 chickens from the refrigerator into the neighbors yard and rescued all the animals.  The coyotes got loose, we put a stray red doberman mix inside the fence and warned all the neighbors about the coyote.  Then, my brother delivered the pig’s babies.

I really need to stop eating cheese before bed.