I’ve been dreaming about tagging for the past few nights. Twice in the past week I’ve been awakened by Dean shaking me in the middle of the night because I was screaming. The tagging I’m talking about is not this kind of tagging:
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Or this kind of tagging (which looks like fun):
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Or this kind of tagging:
Or even this kind of tagging (although these nightmares will be coming soon):
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The kind of tagging that is giving me nightmares is the tagging I do anywhere between 4 and 12 hours a day, 7 days a week:
In the dream I’m in an endless loop of tag, tag, tag, tag, save. Tag, tag, tag, save. Tag, tag, tag, save and then something jumps out of the tags which scares me and I scream. It may be partly because I’ve been watching Dead Like Me while I tag. Maybe I’m waiting for the grim reaper to take me away from all this tagging.
I think I need a new profession. Any recommendations?
Clutch Cargo Lips 
Well, my top three dream jobs would be movie critic, tester for Nancy Drew computer games and zamboni driver.
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Helen — those all sound like fun jobs. Except maybe the zamboni driver one.
Lali — It’s funny you should say that. I almost put an aside to you in the post asking for a job with you! (On my way, Raynauds syndrome and all)
Mali — I like that — Lotto winner sounds like a wonderful job.
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Why don’t you come to Vermont and help me milk goats?
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Nightmares about work are the worst.
To copy Helen, my dream jobs would be travel writer, restaurant critic, and I can’t think of a third … Lotto winner.
.-= Mali´s last blog ..Opportunity =-.
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1. Outdoor education
2. The person who names the cats and dogs up for adoption at stray rescue places
3. liturgical quilting
Raynaud’s Phenomenon sucks!! I had it for 10+ years and then one winter I realized I didn’t anymore. Hmm.
.-= Bridgett´s last blog ..Our Camping Trip: Saturday =-.
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