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Going Rogue. Or is that Rouge?

I needed a night out. There had been stressors at home, stressors in the classroom, stressors elsewhere.  Nothing major; just relentless. A few hours away from it all would be just the ticket.

My Vino Support Group (VSG) showed up for a girls night out at one of those painting and wining places. Joining us at Painting With a Twist were my fellow MileHighMamas writers Gretchen and Ratna.

gno girls night out denver
The bunny-ear bomber was quite cool, and a good artist.

Obviously, we had a blast. Not only did I get to hang out with friends, but I got to turn a blank canvas into something pretty (well, not hideous) and bebop to good music at the same time. All while sipping Apothic Red (do you love it, too? what the heck is in that to make it so good?).

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Bad Dream

I woke up the other morning in the middle of a bad dream. I’d been dreaming that someone had not only pulled my dog’s tail, but had pulled it OFF.

bichon poodle mix

In my pre-dawn dream world, my poor Dexter, proud wagger of a lush and expressive plume, would forever have to live with this amputation. And so would I.

The closest interpretation I can find of my bad dream is this:

“To dream of an animal’s tail represents obstacles and aggravation in situations where peace was anticipated.”

Well, I DID spend time on Facebook. I’m open to other guesses you may have what this dream may mean.

I had trouble shaking the feeling of anger and fear I woke up with. I remained in a grumpy mood all day. #firstworldproblem

Do you remember your dreams? Which ones stay with you more — good dreams or bad dreams? Do you try to find meaning in the ones that stay with you?

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I Went to Orlando for Adoption, Not Disney

Last week I set out from Denver to head to Orlando for a conference about adoption laws and practices.

Denver International Airport blue horse
A poster of”Blucifer,” our airport’s public art, which spooks visitors on their way into and out of the airport terminal.

I got to stay in in a Doubletree Hotel Resort for a couple of days. The grounds were beautiful. Continue reading I Went to Orlando for Adoption, Not Disney