Apparently I'm melting.

Picture a desert.  Can you see it?  What does it look like?

Now picture a cube.  Now a ladder.  Now a horse.  Now a storm.  Now a flower.

This is a game I'd seen before, but not recently enough to remember what was coming when my roommate sprung it on me.  I knew the horse meant something... subconscious maybe?  Nah... that wasn't it... something.

So I played the game, faithfully drawing out the scene in an old notebook.  The cube was an ice cube melting in the fervent heat of the desert sun.  But, there was a ladder there to shade it and slow the melting process.  The horse was lucky it was melting, because it was a very thirsty equine, and the cube gave it some moisture to lick up.  I actually had several ideas about what to do with the horse.  Everything from a paint to a spotted-butt appaloosa, to the bay Arabian I had as a little kid that was my noble steed in all of my daydreams.  I finally settled on the childhood horse.  Oh, and the storm?  Everyone was grateful for that dust-devil spittin' storm that'd bring some blessed moisture to the desert.  It was juuuust startin' to block out that scorching beasty the sun.  The flower was especially thrilled about the storm, and to make sure that was clear, I drew a wide-eyed, toothy grin on the top of that prickly pear blossom's face.

Then came the interpretation.  The cube is... <drum roll>... ME!  Yep.  Apparently I'm cold and icy.  Oh, and I'm melting.

But, never fear, the ladder which is... <other drum roll>... my friends(!) are there to slow that process.

Then there's the horse.  Um... not sure how I feel about the long-tongued noble steed who was getting some licky-licky ice cube action.  This is apparently my lover.

At least I don't have a lover in the traditional sense of the word.  Perhaps this is how I would treat a lover if I had one.

I'll stop there and hope you don't have too active of an imagination filling in those blanks.

It means I'll make sure that if I get him a drink, it'll have ice cubes in it!  Sheesh!  Get your mind out of the gutter!

*ahem*

Anyway, the storm means trials.  Apparently trials are a blessed relief.  I love trials!  I can never get enough!  Why, I'm purely melting from the heat of easy life.  How can I handle...

I should probably stop.  I firmly believe God has a sense of humor, and I also have seen enough irony in my life to believe that Murphy's Law is scientific fact.  I don't need my facetiousness transformed into reality.  Nuh uh.

And the flower is my children.  They love trials too, because it brings them life.  Maybe that's what my picture was saying!  I will gladly endure the pain of childbirth to bring happy life to my future children.

This flawless interpretation of my desert/cube/ladder/horse/storm/flower scene is brought to you by the Japanese art of Kokology.

My bi-polar germs

Dear Bacteria,

Or perhaps you are a virus.  I would like to recommend you receive professional help for your personality disorder.  I tell you this today, because it seems you are in a manic phase, and I don't want to spring it on you while you're depressed.

Now, I understand that you may think you are perfectly fine.  "I don't need help!" you may say.  But, let's look at the facts, shall we?

Thursday and Friday you were quite chipper.  I could feel you inside me all day, and by Friday night, I was pretty sure you were having the party of the decade.

Then came Saturday.  You poor germs.  I hardly felt you at all.  You must have been so depressed while I went to the movies and played games with my friends.  It was like you had completely disappeared.

Then we have today.  You're certainly in an upswing, and have been getting more and more excited all day!  Right now it's the party of the century in my lungs. 

All this manic-depressive behavior is quite unsettling to me.  So, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.  This friend has a PhD in psychology, and many years' experience as a therapist for germs.  Germs, meet Dr. Mucinex.  Dr. Mucinex, meet germs.

Sincerely,
Your Host.

P.S. Go die in a hole.