tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post1612127969594515627..comments2024-01-29T05:17:19.787-07:00Comments on Kari Lynn Dell - Western Author: NightMaresKari Lynn Dellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06864636462802149247noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-71113761299074871722010-04-10T22:13:30.495-06:002010-04-10T22:13:30.495-06:00Nightmares. I have no idea why because we've a...Nightmares. I have no idea why because we've always had a big thing about animals getting fed properly. I dream that I either haven't fed and watered the dogs or horses for days and they are starving. I wake up crying, cram clothes on and race out to check everything. Of course, the dogs stretch and trot over to the gate, wagging their little stubby tails behind them. The horses acknowledge me with reluctance and go back to sleep. All except Skidboot who waddles over to smell my breath and see if I've just brushed my teeth. No idea. She just loves the smell of mint.Julie Weathershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13725236516593676381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-34691250576017940622010-04-04T10:58:45.642-06:002010-04-04T10:58:45.642-06:00Gina: I hate THAT DREAM. I also worry a little tha...Gina: I hate THAT DREAM. I also worry a little that you and I are the only people I know who have it. <br /><br />Lola: You get the bulls from Mom. She has those dreams, too.<br /><br />Gary: I believe that might even be better than the swan dive I did off my barrel horse when I was ten.Kari Lynn Dellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864636462802149247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-67581999136921786312010-04-04T02:18:11.747-06:002010-04-04T02:18:11.747-06:00So we're doing an ice dance, the Canasta Tango...So we're doing an ice dance, the Canasta Tango in fact, and just coming out from the first turn when my dear wife pushes a trifle wide. She kicks my skating foot out from under me, <i>forwards</i>. I somersault backwards in the air and hit the ice elbow first. <br /><br />People who watched it tell me it looked amazing. I can confirm that in such situations, time really does slow down. Now every time we do that dance, I remember.Gary Corbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14759372069119740227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-707322390891988222010-04-03T18:04:33.242-06:002010-04-03T18:04:33.242-06:00Your other sister here, anyone else get chased by ...Your other sister here, anyone else get chased by bulls. These are not ordinary bulls, they can climb walls and stairs, get out of pens etc. etc. <br />Of course, there have been a few times in my life where I have been a wide awake bull chasee.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-6042423615609442102010-04-03T16:49:00.355-06:002010-04-03T16:49:00.355-06:00I think I have more re-occurring dreams than anyon...I think I have more re-occurring dreams than anyone I know. I have the one where my legs are all twisted up and I can't walk. I get them untwisted, take one step, and they twist again. This common thread weaves through all my dreams. And then there's THE ONE. You know what I'm talking about, Karilynn. The bathroom one. I have to go to the bathroom, and the only toilet is in the middle of a room full of people. Of course, I usually forgot to wear my shirt to work that day. I'm telling ya', I've got a whole library of these dreams. I would be a psychology clinic all by myself. - GinaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-18038027417721056912010-04-03T08:20:35.561-06:002010-04-03T08:20:35.561-06:00*bow* thank you thank you!
(if you want to learn ...*bow* thank you thank you!<br /><br />(if you want to learn how to do that, I can teach you)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11003891432419657066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-62749203218668982812010-04-03T06:34:49.494-06:002010-04-03T06:34:49.494-06:00LauraAnne is officially my new hero. She fixed the...LauraAnne is officially my new hero. She fixed the typo on my ICA Finals photo that has been bugging me for four years. *standing ovation*Kari Lynn Dellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864636462802149247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-19380155601492828622010-04-02T21:48:18.135-06:002010-04-02T21:48:18.135-06:00And further events in the click-fail, I sent that ...And further events in the click-fail, I sent that email from my school account, not the one associated with the comments. *facepalm*Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11003891432419657066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-44579814745008396362010-04-02T21:47:03.884-06:002010-04-02T21:47:03.884-06:00Free pictures are pretty hard to turn a nose up on...Free pictures are pretty hard to turn a nose up on. I worked in graphic design for a good while, and this is a very true statement. Spelling and grammar are not particularly emphasized. Not like engineering. We pirde ourselves on that there good grammar.<br /><br />Hm, this is my second or third click attempt. Lest you think I have multiple personalities (not necessarily an inaccurate perception) I'll try to remember to choose the Google accounts.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11003891432419657066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-2537656670274463912010-04-02T21:13:35.152-06:002010-04-02T21:13:35.152-06:00LauraAnne: If it could Photoshop I'd fix that....LauraAnne: If it could Photoshop I'd fix that. Obviously, spelling isn't a hot subject at photography school, but I can't complain too much since he gave me picture free.Kari Lynn Dellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864636462802149247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-55278226191976941822010-04-02T20:55:16.613-06:002010-04-02T20:55:16.613-06:00I get the ones where I'm mostly naked wanderin...I get the ones where I'm mostly naked wandering the halls of school and am very conscious of the fact, but for whatever reason I'm not going home to change. Instead, I'm slinking around the school trying not to be noticed.<br /><br />I don't know much about rodeos, clearly. However, I am extremely impressed at virtually knowing an Idaho Cowboy Association Fianl Champion. Sounds WAY better than the finals. May I have your autograph?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11003891432419657066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-40285049088201184422010-04-02T18:10:13.613-06:002010-04-02T18:10:13.613-06:00Mine is the classic actor's dream: on stage, i...Mine is the classic actor's dream: on stage, in front of a huge audience, and not only do I not know my lines, but I can't even remember what the play is. Gives me a cold sweat every time.Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-38134733796682291242010-04-02T17:37:08.614-06:002010-04-02T17:37:08.614-06:00Why is everyone else fully dressed? Didn't the...Why is everyone else fully dressed? Didn't they hear that underwear is the prescribed uniform of the day? They make me feel conspicuous!Stan Gracenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-90067793295385802292010-04-02T17:27:31.932-06:002010-04-02T17:27:31.932-06:00Whew! Good to see blogger is functional again. Ear...Whew! Good to see blogger is functional again. Earlier today it wouldn't allow posts, but it apparently stored up the rejects and posted them repeatedly. Really, Harley May isn't quite that insistent. I was a cocktail waitress in a college bar. I lived her nightmare on quarter beer nights. <br /><br />Gayle & Suze: I've had the 'forgot or lost the kid' dreams too. And possibly one incident that wasn't exactly a dream.Kari Lynn Dellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06864636462802149247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-20261216356001606552010-04-02T17:00:42.495-06:002010-04-02T17:00:42.495-06:00When my son was younger, I kept dreaming that hubb...When my son was younger, I kept dreaming that hubby & I are at a party and I suddenly remember we left the baby home alone. We race home while the streets keep changing like an Escher drawing, and I'm trying to call someone but my cell phone is now on a party line and no one will get off to let me place the call. <br /><br />Yea, good times.<br /><br />As for my horses, my gelding is a dream in the arena and ADHD everywhere else. My mare is a sweet little cuddle bug until you get her at a show, where she runs through every pattern and spooks at the judges.Gayle Carlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15783449240138097315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951407630062872642.post-72942449042275599912010-04-02T16:34:45.891-06:002010-04-02T16:34:45.891-06:00I think I love Scotty - what a character!
And I&#...I think I love Scotty - what a character!<br /><br />And I'm sure you were givin' her all she's got.<br /><br />Right?<br /><br />My own recurring nightmare, as you're asking, is losing my children; not being able to find them anywhere. I hadn't thought about it before, but I wonder now if that has something to do with their being special-needs? -- or just maybe my over-protectiveness leaking. Dunno.Susan at Stony Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10385202649291774852noreply@blogger.com