The World has changed since my last blog

Tweet What Happened! What the H E Double Hockey sticks happened to Tracy on the blogosphere? The World According to Tracy came to an utter standstill and stopped. How did that happen? Hmm, I guess the only person who knows is me. Well, the truth is…life happened. Lots of things started to pile on me all at once and I stopped. I stopped sharing my views on the world and got to dealing with real grown up issues and problems and dilemmas and frankly writing about the Real Housewives and TV commercials and pop culture and the news at large became secondary. But the funny thing is, I never stopped watching it and commenting in my head. I just stopped sharing it. What a shame. All the good material that's been out there for me the last year and a half was priceless and ever SO bloggable.

But, as of today I AM BACK!

There's so much to write about that I simply don't know where to start first. Hmmm…What did I watch tonight. The Mindy Project and an old episode of Shark Tank. Both funny and interesting pieces of television in their own way. Well, I guess I need to sleep on it and come back tomorrow to see what Tom Foolery I can share. 
Speaking of sleep, I will share a funny story with you so this blog doesn't end as blah as it began.

I had a dream the other night that my sister and I were on a bridge. And on the edge of the bridge there was a little yellow crane truck with a man inside working. My sister was about 25 feet from me when I saw her playing around with the truck and pushing it. I screamed. "Stop! That's dangerous! Don't do that!" but she kept on pushing and laughing. And then all of a sudden without warning, the truck tipped and FELL off the bridge into the water below! I lost my breath. There was a man inside operating this vehicle and now he faced certain death by drowning in this vehicle. My sister looked shocked and mortified. I looked over the rail of the bridge only to see the final bit of the truck sink into the water.  My sister had mistakenly killed someone and I had witnessed it! As I stare at her and she at me, I had a dilemma. As I looked around I realized that I may have been the only one to have witnessed this horrible tragic accident. I thought "Should I tell?" Should I keep it a secret that neither of us ever utters a word about? What if someone did see it? What if the police questioned me and I had to tell? I remember thinking these things so vividly. I was so torn and shook.

The Next Morning……

I was on the phone with my sister and I told her about the dream and all that happened and how I felt and my big dilemma. She sat quietly on the phone and listened. When I finished she said, " I have two questions. Why do I have to be a murderer and WHAT IS THE DELIMMA!?" I  explained to her about the police and how I thought I might not be doing the right thing if I didn't tell.  She stopped me.

"There is no dilemma," she said. "You better take that secret with us to the grave." I laughed because she was DEAD serious. She also told me that she hadn't actually pushed the truck and made it fall over and it simply tipped over on it's own as we were politely walking down the street. 

This lunatic actually REWROTE my dream because she didn't like the way she was portrayed in it. I giggled. My sister is a true nut. Not like the nuts on Love and Hip Hop or the Housewives, but a nut all the same! 

(No trucks were harmed in the pulling of pix for this post)

Be back with a real blog soon. goodnight!