Baby drive my car!

Dear Google:

Please select me for a test driver in Oregon.  I would dearly love to have a vehicle for around the town shopping.  I'm thinking that trips out of town might be difficult, there are no lanes for slow cars in logging truck territory.

Also I like the option of sending car to the local pizza place for pick up, yeah?

Odd dream

I woke from an odd dream this morning.  I dreamt that I was working and I had to pick up some tapes at one place, drive to another and transcribe them there.  It was a new job and not everything was familiar.  I drove for quite a while and finally arrived at a large doctors office.  I want into a larger office and found a desk with several cassette tape transcription units with all sorts of stop and go buttons but no foot pedals.  I tried every combination I would think of but nothing worked.  It didn't dawn on me until later that there was no computer or typewriter with which to do the actual transcription. 

I surmised that this represented frustration but no according to the dream interpretation site....

Cassette Tape

To see a cassette tape in your dream suggests that there is worth and truth in what you are saying. Alternatively, the dream means that you need to get out of the same rut. You are going around in a loop.

Apparently there is worth and truth if what I am saying and I am saying it endlessly.  Nap time.

Mrs. Poff never mentioned this in the eighth grade.

PARTS OF SPEECH:

I have been pondering how to resolve my current puzzlement regarding a style of speech that does not seem to have any classification of any sort. I may be the only one who has noticed this particular irritant however here goes.

Have you ever noticed a news piece or an interview piece in which a young woman is asked her opinion. Her voice then drops a bit, she frowns a bit and replies in a serious voice that sounds earnest and gritty. Sounds a little like the woman in “Back to the Future” exhorting her family ...”come to dinnerrrrrrrrr.” only gritty.

I think if I have a label that identifies this sound it will smooth out the inner spasm that occurs whenever I hear that hapless young thing going for her five minutes of fame speaking.

As this is the age of the Internet I Googled a few things. I found a fascinating paper “Trends in Speaking Styles Resecearch”, which while it did not offer anything regarding my young-woman-speaking-seriously style I did find a number of fascinating big words. And in the fashion of Aunty Mame who told her nephew to make a list. Here is my list:

Geminate simplification: Wikipedia didn't like this until I wrote geminate. Turns out this is a long vowel.

Monopthongisation: Wikipedia didn't like this either and offered monopthong is another vowel sound.

In conclusion, I found the authors e-mail and sent off a query to France and I also found a professor emeritis in Finland who may or may not comment. Have a nice day!!

Oh dear, I have been cooking leftovers again.....

It had been two or three days since the last of the very good home made potato salad and tomale pie had been consumed.  The dishes were all washed and in respose.  A mental scan of the kitchen cupboards revealed a box of stuffing mix.  I knew that all of the frozen turkey stock was exhausted.  But wait I sez, there is frozen pinto bean soup.....

Searched out an onion, chop chop chop.  Saute gently in pan, add frozen pinto bean soup, add salt and pepper to taste.

Pour stuffing mix into my largest tupperware bowl, add generous sprinkle of celery seed, couple shakes of crushed red pepper flakes.
Poured onions and beans into stuffing mix, added one egg, mix, Mix, MIX, freaking MIIIIIIXXXXXXX!!!

Poured into the usual glass casserole.  Open can of large olives and inserted them manually into the rather stiffish stuffing mixture.
Baked at 350 for 45 minutes.   

Notified hubs that his taste buds were in peril and asked for honest review of the dish.  He very diplomatically tasted it and allowed that some of my other dressing dishes were better but that he would indeed eat this one.   So I took a taste test.

Bleah....bean...Bean...BEAN.....BEEAANN!!!! 

I did take a picture but somehow my memory chip has been misplaced.  You didn't miss mutch.  

Woke up fr4om a weird dream....

I was helping dress a man in a costume.  He was wearing a sleeveless tunic with red spaghetti straps.   Across the top was a frieze of flattish tassels.  My job was to paint those tassels blue.

Okay then, dream site has several entries regarding dress, dressing, dressing rooms etc.  All common aspect describe feelings about change or your personal attitude about your present circumstances.  
I better go back and see if I can make any sense out of paint, painting.  Oy!