There is this new thing going around the internet. It seems everyone is watching My Little Pony again. I don't mean just the kids either. These are adults watching it and loving it as much, if not more, than the kids. It has become a bit of an epidemic. But an awesome one!
A friend was telling me about it. Being the curious dork that I am, I started watching My Little Pony. Now, when I was younger I loved the show and the little dolls. Actually, I never really stopped liking it. I love all the colors and who doesn't love ponies? I have now become addicted to My Little Pony.
It has actually taken over my life if I want to be honest. The other day I was in a meeting at work when one of the guys said something about "the running of the guns." Know what my first thought was? "The running of the leaves." Which just so happens to be a MLP episode. If you don't know it, this episode the ponies race through the forest and make the leaves fall off the trees. Yeah, sad that I thought about this while at work.
That's not the end of it either. The other night I was dreaming about a book that I am reading. It starts off kind of dark a dreary and the main character had been burned. She was in a tattoo parlor and walked out to the street. Everything was run down and it didn't look good. Then, all of a sudden, EVERYTHING IS PONIES! It's bright and colorful and the burned character is a pretty, colorful, perfectly fine pony. Can you say mind blown!
Now, when I first started hearing about the new MLP fad I just shrugged it off. When my friend started talking about it I made fun of the ponies names. I mean come on...Pinkie Pie...sounds like a strippers name. So I made fun of how the ponies were secretly strippers. Now, I just can't think of them that way. I am addicted to the ponies. It's like a new sort of drug. I even have my T.V. set to record all the episodes.
To top it all off, I am going to Goodwill this weekend to see if I can find some old discarded pony toys that I can repaint. Yeah, I think it's getting to a point of no return.
To all you pony lovers, I have joined your club and you can't kick me out!
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sweet Dreams
I wake up in the mornings wondering what I am going to blog about that night. I look for things as the day passes. I watch for things that annoy the crap out of me or things that make me happy. And when nothing happens during the day I just fall back onto my wacky awesomeness to write something great...or weird. What ever you prefer to call it. I am jotting down notes all day though! One of the reasons why I love my phone because when I have a thought I just pull out my phone and make a new note. Then people think I am really popular and getting text messages all day. If they only knew.
This morning I didn't have to think so hard. As soon as I woke up I knew what I was going to blog about today. There was no question about it because I woke up smiling like an idiot and a little confused. Yeah, that is usually what most of my dreams do to me. So let's talk about dreams!
Last night I had a dream that I was back in school. Nooo!! Of all places, why school? But this was no ordinary school. It was a school full of adults and we were training for a job or something. I honestly have no idea. I some how got the great privilege of assigning jobs and making sure people got paid.
The funny thing is though, the job, was cleaning up a landfill behind the school. Crazy right? What is even crazier is I was getting paid 500 bucks a day (A DAY!) to clean up. It wasn't even that bad. But once the professor/teacher/boss/someone who really was no one caught on to how much we got paid as opposed to the people that were doing it for free, we all had to stay inside. No recess for us!
There was one guy that I remember the most from the dream. A guy my age that I went to school with in real life. But I have not seen him since 7th grade so it was weird that he popped up into my dream. It was his fault that we didn't get paid that day because he tried to get more money for what we were doing. I should smack him if I ever see him again.
So what did all of the overpaid garbage people do on their day off? We sat in a classroom, cleaning out our desk and coloring. Just like I did in high school. Only, the best part of it all, I had glittery markers! Oh yeah, I was the awesome kid.
My dream made no sense. None at all. But it was fun and that is why I woke up smiling. It was just pure fun. No drama, no one was even mad at the guy that outed how much money we made. We just had time to chill. We had no worries. It was one of the best dreams ever!
I like dreams like that. I hate the drama filled ones. You know the ones. The ones where you meet a really cute guy and you fall instantly in love with him. Then all of a sudden you completely forget about the guy you have been crushing on for years and the guy that was stupid and shot you down. All you can think about is the gorgeous, blue eyed, long haired god sitting in front of you. And then...the alarm clock wakes you up just as the hottie was going to confess his love for you. After that you spend your whole day bummed because you had to wake up and leave Mr. Hottie all alone.
Don't worry, he will move on to the next lonely girls dream. *Sigh*
Much Love
Heather
This morning I didn't have to think so hard. As soon as I woke up I knew what I was going to blog about today. There was no question about it because I woke up smiling like an idiot and a little confused. Yeah, that is usually what most of my dreams do to me. So let's talk about dreams!Last night I had a dream that I was back in school. Nooo!! Of all places, why school? But this was no ordinary school. It was a school full of adults and we were training for a job or something. I honestly have no idea. I some how got the great privilege of assigning jobs and making sure people got paid.
The funny thing is though, the job, was cleaning up a landfill behind the school. Crazy right? What is even crazier is I was getting paid 500 bucks a day (A DAY!) to clean up. It wasn't even that bad. But once the professor/teacher/boss/someone who really was no one caught on to how much we got paid as opposed to the people that were doing it for free, we all had to stay inside. No recess for us!
There was one guy that I remember the most from the dream. A guy my age that I went to school with in real life. But I have not seen him since 7th grade so it was weird that he popped up into my dream. It was his fault that we didn't get paid that day because he tried to get more money for what we were doing. I should smack him if I ever see him again.
So what did all of the overpaid garbage people do on their day off? We sat in a classroom, cleaning out our desk and coloring. Just like I did in high school. Only, the best part of it all, I had glittery markers! Oh yeah, I was the awesome kid.
My dream made no sense. None at all. But it was fun and that is why I woke up smiling. It was just pure fun. No drama, no one was even mad at the guy that outed how much money we made. We just had time to chill. We had no worries. It was one of the best dreams ever!
I like dreams like that. I hate the drama filled ones. You know the ones. The ones where you meet a really cute guy and you fall instantly in love with him. Then all of a sudden you completely forget about the guy you have been crushing on for years and the guy that was stupid and shot you down. All you can think about is the gorgeous, blue eyed, long haired god sitting in front of you. And then...the alarm clock wakes you up just as the hottie was going to confess his love for you. After that you spend your whole day bummed because you had to wake up and leave Mr. Hottie all alone.
Don't worry, he will move on to the next lonely girls dream. *Sigh*
Much Love
Heather
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