Dreams

I Know Kung Fu in my dreams.  Or at least I think it is Kung Fu.  I have absolutely no way of knowing.  I chop and kick (in the standard round-house knock you face off kind of a way) and flip men much larger than myself over onto their backs.  I always spare their lives though as I am not a killer!  And besides, most of the people I am beating up completely deserve it.  Last night it was the Clinique lady who felt it necessary to point out my lack of make-up.  Yes, I know, I was there when I didnt put any on. 

I can Salsa dance in my dreams.  I guess I think it is a sexy dance, all hips and rhythm.  I am usually at a club where no one else can dance.  Really - if everyone else can dance then it I would run into someone on the dance floor which would cause me to mess them up. (see post above).  All eyes on me, the DJ puts on some Shakira and all of a sudden my hips are lying al over the floor. 

Sometimes my back hurts when I wake up.

Most importantly I am always skinny in my dreams.  I can wear a two -piece, though I choose not to because it is not becoming of a 30 something mother.  All of my clothes are stylish, my heels tall and my jeans low-riders.  I go about my daily business as though it has always been this way, not like someone who just lost the extra 50 she was carrying around. 

So I wake up super determined to make it come true.  No sweets, no carbs, no fat. I will try to find dance and Kung Fu lessons offered in town.  Oh ya, and piano so I can be well-rounded.  I will start on that in just a minute, after Judge Judy and this bowl of Sugar Pops.