Yummy Mummy and Hugh Jackman

It was the most breathtaking dream ever and so vivid. I will write it all as I remember it - so here goes...

I was in a normal looking bar - nothing fancy - when a friend told me that Hugh Jackman was about to arrive at the bar soon I was also having a white sheep on a leash - I remember that now!

I was very excited to meet him - in the dream - it was as if he was a very good friend of mine - and that we have not seen each other fore quite some time. More people came in into the bar and it was getting fairly crowded. Suddenly, I heard from my friend that Hugh had arrived.

He was dressed in a midnite blue shirt, long sleeved and with a suede vest over it as well as matching brown pants and had an Australian hat on. I made my way thru the crowd to him and with a smile on my face - I was delighted. Upon seeing me, he took off his hat and gave me this tremendous smile that seemed to light up his blue, blue, eyes.

I recall also that I was asking myself " Why is it that i am moving towards him and not him towards me? Don't I look too obvious that I like him more than I let on?"

So there we were face to face and we hugged each other. I felt so overwhelmed with happiness and my pent up feelings that I kissed his cheeks several times - was supposed to look like a friendly gesture - when his face changed. He had stopped smiling - and held me by the shoulders and looked me straight into my eyes. His face was full of passion and it was like at that moment that he realized that he loved me too....

Because we kissed - oh how we kissed - passionate, tongues mingling and he pressed me downwards, kissing me passionately that I lost my balance and actually, we both fell crashing to the floor, but our lips still locked.

He looked surprised that we had ended up on the floor. We both scrambled to our feet, I said something like " I did not realize that I was that heavy" and let his pull me up back to my feet.

We continued kissing again - and I remember his smell - so clean and heavanly, at that spot just infront of his ear. I inhaled deeply, remembering the smell.....

like freshly washed cotton sheets - no cologne smell but just nice and fragrant without the need for perfume...

and then i woke up but the smell still lingers on..

what a fantastic dream and kiss that was - until now, my whole body is tingling just thinking about it....

Yummy Mummies go Thai...

First Yummy Mummies meet since the year 2010 rolled in and we were all bundled in one car - the four of us plus a cutie munchkin - headed towards the other side of the Rhine River - a place I had never ventured into. The drive was about 20 minutes and of course, with all ladies abound, we started talking - how we had spent New Year's Eve, how the kids were doing etc, etc - and something funny had occured to me.

We were four non German ladies - real foreigners, not even European - but we were all chatting and conversing in German - can you beat that?!!! We did not realize it because it had become almost second nature.

So to the nay sayers out there who think that we try our damned hardest to not fit in - F**k you! We would not have bothered talking in this language if we were not even remotely interested in blending in.

Anyhoo, our hostess had conjured a nice, hearty soup with goose meat. It had turned out that it was a 5 kg goose (which explains why Germans do away with the 5 kg turkey for Easter as well as for Christmas). It was delicious and I had piled on the garlic and dried chili flakes on my hot steaming bowl and right there and then, it cleared my sinuses.

Thank God for Yummy Mummies - I was starting to feel a bit funky about my life and the things I have achieved as well as the things I have yet to achieve and the amount of time left to do it. What if the list never got around to being completed?

It is no bucket list mind you - its just that I had come across an old friend of mine who went on to accomplish things that I can only dream or imagine about in my wildest dreams. I felt envious - in comparison, my life is so cushioned and so well, dull in comparison.

I keep getting the feeling that surely there must be more to it than what I have done so far? It's not about making more money or having more money - it's asking the dreaded question - am I happy where I am right now? Or so numb with the mundane routine that I don't even realize that I am not happy? Just not feeling one way or the other...

I feel like digging and excavating into myself - with my bare hands, dredging up all the dirt and cobwebs and clogged dirt and screaming " Where are you?! Where are you?! I KNOW that the real you is hidden in here somewhere!"

But who is the real me? Buried too far down it's just best left that way?