Apple, Pickler and Parmesan

For two nights in a row I’ve dreamed of Gwyneth Paltrow.
No rhyme, no reason.
Maybe it’s the part of my brain still coming down from my Kelli Pickler fantasies.

Now the strangest part is that me and Gwyneth are in Grand Central Station in New York and she’s trying to buy a ticket.
I keep trying to get a word in edgewise but she ignores me for reasons that are really pissing me off.
Nothing more demoralizing than getting dissed in a friggin’ dream.
She finally gets her ticket and she begins walking away.
I no sooner start to follow her when she turns around, looks at me and says, “Get Parmesan.”
That’s it.
Now remember, this is a woman that has children named Apple and Moses.
Get parmesan?
I should have said something witty like, “Why don’t you name your next kid Pork Chop, honey.”
But I didn’t.
I will say she’s damn pretty in my dreamworld.
Now if I can just figure out the deeper meaning of ‘get parmesan‘ maybe I can get to that next level.
Maybe it was damn food dream after all.
Or not . . .
Apple, Pickler and Parmesan.
Say that 3X real fast

6 thoughts on “Apple, Pickler and Parmesan

  1. Odd dream! Having said that, let’s see what we can make of it shall we?
    There are many anagrams for “get parmesan”….here’s just a few

    parents game {we all know what THAT means, yes??}
    game parents {after naming her kids that, certainly}
    green pasta m {only missing your ~}

    Make what you will of any of them. That’s the good thing with dreams…they can be anything you want them to be..if that’s the case go for #1

    Green pasta? Yeah, that makes some food sense.
    Pesto anyone?

  2. I’m usually not the speechless type. And yet this is a tad odd for me. Frankly I’m still stuck at the title, which I absolutely adore for it’s creativity and yet don’t know what to do with.

    Or in other words: Parmesan?

    Don’t need to do anything with the title.
    Just say it 3X fast and you’ll wind up in Oz.
    Cool, huh?
    (strange writing mood tonight)

  3. My Pickler Fantasy involves her screaming, ‘Calimara’, like she did on Idol, while I motorboat her freshly bought boobage slathered in cocktail sauce.

    Oh, you sick fuck!
    How do I love thee?
    Let me count the freekin’ ways . . .
    Please pass the horseradish

  4. I always thought Gwyneth Paltrow was a natural beauty. My husband doesn’t think so though (I guess that is good since I don’t look anything like her). I don’t know why she’d be telling you her shopping list though, even in a dream that is odd. LOL. I can live without Kelli Pickler. I think the dumb blonde thing just gets too overdone. It needs to get changed up once in a while.

  5. Are you sure she wasn’t speaking Japanese? As in, Get Par ma SAN; as in Live and Let Die (Mr. Bond-San) Man, I must be trippin’ to come up with that. It’s a midlife thing.
    Pork Chop, that’s a good one.

    Btw I’m allowed to say anything I want today – it’s my birthday!


    Happy Birthday, Kat! (everyone is singing. can you hear them?)
    Japanese? You may be right.
    Who the hell knows? lol
    Thanks for the visit.

  6. What did you eat before you went to bed?!?

    I dreamt last night about hidden monsters unburying themselves from their graves. Didn’t scare me though, it made me laugh. Freaky…

    You must have watched Poltergeist before bed.
    Me? I can’t remember what I had for lunch today for God’s sake . . .
    Welsh rarebit is supposedly something NOT to eat before bed.
    Or so I’ve heard. ;)

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