Cheers and a Happy one full week of Lent has passed us by already, to ya.
For those who follow the IWS Radio website and radio show, you are aware that for Lent this year, I have given up the eating of bread and pasta.
44 Days…No bread…No pasta.
Yesterday marked the end of week one of doing such. The first couple of days were easy. I was excited to be exerting some rarely used self-discipline, and it was a fresh change in my eating habits.
During the days, I have up to this point, been in full control of my willpower with little discomfort, however…
The last couple of nights have seen my slumbers come alive with things over which my willpower has no control…
Bread-Related Dreams, and let me tell you; they’re neither helpful nor pretty.
For instance…
I had a dream that I am walking down a dirty, urban alley in God knows what city, and I am approached by a nefarious looking man wearing a trench coat, and he says to me…
“Hey…My name is Reuben, and I having something you want, something you need.” To which I respond…
“Really? What is that?” And then…
He flashes open his trench coat, and on one side dangle slices of corned beef, Swiss cheese, and dressing, and on the other side, sauerkraut, corned beef and dark rye bread. Bastard.
And then another dream follows. I am sitting in a nightclub by myself and to the mic walks IWS Radio’s very own up and coming comic, Phil Diller. The spotlight hits him; he goes into his routine and the following transpires…
Phil: Knock Knock
Me: Who’s there?
Phil: Mac
Me: Mac who?
Phil: Mac Aroni. Ha. Hi Muh Lime Uh!!
Phil: Hey Matt-Man? What do you get when you put a likeable apparition into a toaster?
Me: I have no idea.
Phil: Casper the Friendly Toast!! Ha. Hi Muh Lime Uh!!
Oh…Dear…God…
Oh the dreams don’t die there folks…There’s more.
I was stripped naked and tied to a hemlock tree by Sarah Palin while her daughter threw Cheddar Bay Biscuits at me. I kid you not!!
I dreamed I was riding through way ancient downtown Rome in a foot powered Paleolithic car driven by a caveman named Frederico Flinstonia, and all four tires were made of pizza. It’s true!!
But?
I think the most disturbing bread-related dream I have had, occurred early Wednesday morning as I was beginning to awake.
I was on Malaysia Airlines Flight 370. There was no mechanical failure. There was no hijacking. There was no terrorism. We made it to our destination safely and without incident.
As we exited the plane, all but I, were thrilled to disembark and enjoy the stay on the vacation spot that all but me had had longed to visit. That destination, of which I speak?
The Sandwich Islands.
Mr. Sandman is indeed a cruel and unrelenting bastard, because even if I am in paradise...even Hawaii, but without bread? Hawaii can suck it.
Cheers!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattmaniws
My Facebook Page
For those who follow the IWS Radio website and radio show, you are aware that for Lent this year, I have given up the eating of bread and pasta.
44 Days…No bread…No pasta.
Yesterday marked the end of week one of doing such. The first couple of days were easy. I was excited to be exerting some rarely used self-discipline, and it was a fresh change in my eating habits.
During the days, I have up to this point, been in full control of my willpower with little discomfort, however…
The last couple of nights have seen my slumbers come alive with things over which my willpower has no control…
Bread-Related Dreams, and let me tell you; they’re neither helpful nor pretty.
For instance…
I had a dream that I am walking down a dirty, urban alley in God knows what city, and I am approached by a nefarious looking man wearing a trench coat, and he says to me…
“Hey…My name is Reuben, and I having something you want, something you need.” To which I respond…
“Really? What is that?” And then…
He flashes open his trench coat, and on one side dangle slices of corned beef, Swiss cheese, and dressing, and on the other side, sauerkraut, corned beef and dark rye bread. Bastard.And then another dream follows. I am sitting in a nightclub by myself and to the mic walks IWS Radio’s very own up and coming comic, Phil Diller. The spotlight hits him; he goes into his routine and the following transpires…
Phil: Knock Knock
Me: Who’s there?
Phil: Mac
Me: Mac who?
Phil: Mac Aroni. Ha. Hi Muh Lime Uh!!
Phil: Hey Matt-Man? What do you get when you put a likeable apparition into a toaster?
Me: I have no idea.
Phil: Casper the Friendly Toast!! Ha. Hi Muh Lime Uh!!
Oh…Dear…God…
Oh the dreams don’t die there folks…There’s more.
I was stripped naked and tied to a hemlock tree by Sarah Palin while her daughter threw Cheddar Bay Biscuits at me. I kid you not!!
I dreamed I was riding through way ancient downtown Rome in a foot powered Paleolithic car driven by a caveman named Frederico Flinstonia, and all four tires were made of pizza. It’s true!!
But?
I think the most disturbing bread-related dream I have had, occurred early Wednesday morning as I was beginning to awake.I was on Malaysia Airlines Flight 370. There was no mechanical failure. There was no hijacking. There was no terrorism. We made it to our destination safely and without incident.
As we exited the plane, all but I, were thrilled to disembark and enjoy the stay on the vacation spot that all but me had had longed to visit. That destination, of which I speak?
The Sandwich Islands.
Mr. Sandman is indeed a cruel and unrelenting bastard, because even if I am in paradise...even Hawaii, but without bread? Hawaii can suck it.
Cheers!!
Matt-Man
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattmaniws
My Facebook Page
