Any of you who know my friend Robin know that she’s got a little obsession with Vanagons. Well, I must have been channeling Robin in my dream last night. I dreamed that I was garage sale shopping (also something the Robin is a pro at), and I was buying some things from one family. I noticed they had a white vanagon sitting there, and I asked how much they were asking for it.
“Oh,” said the guy, thinking, “if you really want it, you can just have it.” Well, I couldn’t pass that one up, even if it didn’t run very well. He gave me the keys, and I drove it away. At home, I looked it over, and it was spotless! There was a cool kitchen in the back, and places to store everything. I couldn’t believe my luck. I called Robin immediately to tell her what I had found. (Of course, my dear husband was NOT pleased that I would bring ‘that junky thing’ home, and asked what we were going to do with it, where we were going to store it, who was going to insure it, etc.) I think the cold medicine might be affecting my dreams, y’all.
So, Robin, if you’d like to take a look at my dream vanagon, it’ll be parked at the end of the driveway in my dream last night.
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My friend Lisa mentioned that she’s going to have to start potty training her twins. I do not envy her that job, because as you may know, I’m a failure in that department. How’s that going? you may ask. Well, let me tell you. The other day, I sent John in to use the potty before preschool. I had helped him take his shorts off and he was pulling down his pull-up, when I walked away and gave him some privacy (sometimes he wants me to stay there, sometimes he wants me to go–I never know). Soon I heard the little splashy sound that could only mean he was using the potty. So I walked back in there, but noticed the wood floor was wet. I was looking down at the floor, wondering if something was dripping or we had spilled something on the floor in the hall (I know, I know–how dumb am I?). When I looked up, I saw John on the floor trying to wipe up his little “accident” with Kleenex. The whole floor was wet, and there was nary a drop in the potty. “What happened?” I asked him in an unexpectly calm voice. He looked up at me with confusion on his face, and said, “I was just standing there, and stuff came out on the floor!” He honestly had no idea what was happening. So, no. We’re not really all the way there on the potty training front. Although this morning he did say to me ‘I want to use the potty’ instead of ‘I want breakfast’. So baby steps, people. Baby steps. Maybe by the time he’s a senior in high school he’ll have both number one and number two down. We hope.
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Heros? Did you watch it? I was kind of confused, with all this time between episodes (and I missed the first few minutes. Do you think that might have helped? I’m excited for all the new shows that are starting, and all of our old favorites that are coming back on. Our tivo runneth over.
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We have a little concert-ette tonight for the bell choir. It’s a benefit dinner for the Cathedral of the Madeleine held at the Grand America Hotel. We’re only playing four songs, so it should be fun. Not the pressure of a full out concert, although we won’t have any time to rehearse or warm up before, so we’ll be starting cold. I guess I’ll have to run through the music in my head today. I’d invite you, but I believe it’s about $150 a plate.
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I saw both Becoming Jane and Hairspray this weekend. While I enjoyed Becoming Jane, and thought it was visually beautiful, I can’t say I loved it like I did Hairspray. I wanted to get up and dance with that cutie Zac Efron, and sing along. When each song was done, I felt like clapping and cheering as if it were live theater. I think I’ll have to be getting that soundtrack!
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Ryan had to take the amplifier in to work today. I’m not sure why. He probably told me, but in my cold medicine induced state, I don’t really remember. But that means I have to listen to radio through a crappy little boom box thing. I have to tune with this silly little round thing and try to figure out what station I’m listening to. No nice button on the keypad that instantly brings me to the station. And when I go upstairs, it’s even worse. All I have is my 20 year old clock radio in my bedroom that only tunes into about two stations.  Man, do I feel sorry for those of you who don’t have a whole house audio system. And I feel sorry for me, that I don’t have one today. If I didn’t have two or three contests I’m listening for, I wouldn’t worry about it. I know, you really feel sorry for me, don’t you.
I’ll stop talking now.
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