Archive for June, 2007:
Why Do I Look Forward to the Weekends…
I’ll be taking that latte RIGHT NOW, if you don’t mind.
I Have a Dream
I recently read a post by Elizabeth about these disaster dreams she was having and it reminded me about a dream I had last week about a big jet falling from the sky on fire. Don’t be alarmed, though. My dreams don’t appear to be psychic or anything.
But what IS disturbing is that I have been dreaming about planes falling from the sky for years now. They’re always similar in that I will be outside and I look up for whatever reason and see this big fireball of an airplane literally falling through the air and they always land somewhere in my neighborhood, in someone’s backyard.
Sometimes, I wake up before I get to the crash site but sometimes I walk to it and see injured, bleeding, sooty people walking away from the crash which is so weird because you know that would never happen.
Before I started having the plane crash dreams, I used to dream about my teeth falling out in all different ways and the goal of the dream would be to get to a dentist, which was always impossible for a variety of reasons.
And before the teeth dreams, because I know you so totally care, I used to dream a lot about
1) losing my fake ID, which is actually kind of funny because you can see where my priorities were when I was under twenty one
2) wrecking my car into bodies of water such as lakes and canals, which isn’t as funny because it’s terrifying and is actually something I fear in real life. Driving over bridges is very uncomfortable for me, particularly if they have a steep ascent.
Kinda makes me long for those hot sex dreams you have during pregnancy. Minus the pregnant part, of course.
So am I crazy? Anyone out there know what the burning plane dreams mean? Does anyone else have these dreams?
(Wait, wait, wait! Before you reply, for the love of all that is good and decent, pleeeeeaaaase don’t suggest that it’s some kind of prophecy and that I shouldn’t fly. I really need my vacation next month!)
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Did I REALLY Just Say That?
A Fed-Ex guy came to my door this morning.
Me: *through the door* Do you need a signature?
Him: Yes, I do
Me: Um, okay. As long as you don’t mind that I’m in my underwear…
*opening door*
Him: Oh, it’s okay. I see people in their underwear all day long.
O RLY?
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As long as you don’t mind that I’m in my underwear???
WTF? Like he’s going to MIND seeing me in my underwear?
I don’t embarrass that easily but seriously — have I NO SHAME whatsoever?
Um no. I don’t think so.
I’ve gone to get stuff out of my car in my underwear and a shirt. But my car is pretty close to the front door.
That counts for something, right?
I mean it shaves points off my “totally uncouth” rating, doesn’t it?
Lucky Betch!
I am. Seriously. A lucky betch.
Whyyyyyy, you ask?
Because I won me a contest with a very cooool prize. A fantabulous prize. An amazing prize…
Okay, okay. I’ll stop dragging it out and trying to be all dramatic and shiznit.
Here it is…
I won a BlogHer 07 registration from those awesome hot betches over at Mommy Blogs Toronto.
*SQUEEEEEEEE*
All I can say is THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU to all of them and I’d like to extend a personal thank you to Sandra of MBT and Sunshine Scribe for donating the registration that they so generously bestowed upon me.
Now I’ll be able to eat and drink while I’m at BlogHer. Kidding. Sort of
Thanks again, ladies! You’ve rocked my world in the second best possible way :)
{{{MBT}}}
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And This Season’s Obsession Is…
It seems that once or twice a year, my daughter is seized by an obsession with something that she just HAS to have. The year before last it was an American Girl doll. You know, the one’s that cost eighty-seven dollars?
Yes, they’re really wholesome and not even remotely skeevy like, you know..those other skank ass dolls that we all (well, almost all) love to hate. However, at $87 a pop they’re out of reach for a lot of kids and thus, dare I say, a bit elitist? But apparently stinking elitists we are, because we DO have one, now don’t we?
Yes, Grandma was more than willing to plunk down nearly a hundred bucks for a doll. I have my theories as to why, but we shan’t delve into extended family politics right now. The point is…TQ got the ridiculously overpriced doll she so desperately wanted.
Between then and now, many more mini-obsessions have developed and most likely been quelled either by time or occasionally by acquisition of the object of said obsession.
But now, it seems the mother of ALL obsessions has descended upon our house like a pox. A plush, secret code-bearing pox. Yes. I’m talking about Webkinz.
It seems that every girl in her group at camp has a Webkinz plush toy and thus, the secret code that allows you the privilege of accessing the Webkinz web site to care for a virtual version of your particular toy. I think that’s how it works but I wouldn’t really know for sure because you have to have the stupid, frackin’ secret code to get in there and check it out.
Luckily (NOT), her friend (the same one who sparked the American Girl doll fixation) has numerous Webkinz and let TQ use her password to access the site from camp. But when her friend isn’t there or when TQ is at home, she can’t play on the Webkinz site . Of course, TQ’s her goal all along has been for her to have her OWN Webkinz plush toy, which would solve ALL her problems and maybe even world hunger, too, to hear her tell it.
Thus far (two weeks) I haven’t given in because part of me wants her to not follow the crowd, to be her own person, to not always crave what all the spoiled rich girls have. But the other part of me remembers how important it is to fit in with your peers when you’re little.
In fact, my BFF, who I’ve known since second grade (and who STILL doesn’t have a blog!) were talking about all the must-have things we remembered from elementary school and so I’m not completely unsympathetic to TQ’s plight, if I can call it that, but I just hate giving in to every trend that comes along, every craze that sweeps the nation.
Today it’s a $20 plush toy but down the road it will be triple digit jeans and useless, micro-teeny designer handbags or whatever.
Where we’re at right now…
TQ refused to take the swim test at camp because it’s a competition pool with no shallow end. Never mind that she KNOWS how to swim and had three months of DAILY swim lessons a few years ago, paid for by my dearly departed dad. She just doesn’t like that she can’t touch the bottom and thus, she has to wear a life vest.
You have no idea how much this irritates me. I know I should just let her be but this is Florida. You HAVE to know how to swim and swim well and it drives me nuts that her little phobia, which is characteristically irrational, has her swimming with a life jacket. Grrrrr… If my father were actually in a grave, he’s be turning in it; spinning and whirring and spinning and whirring!
So…I told her that if she would swim in the deep end at the pool this weekend and then take another swim test on Monday, I would buy her a Webkinz. If she doesn’t, she’ll have to save for one with her own money. I hate to even allow this silly gotta-have-a-special-code nonsense into our lives but this opportunity for bribery was too perfect to pass up. How do you think I potty trained her? That’s right. I bribed her with milkshakes and french fries.
Anyway, we’re supposed to be at the pool right now but she back-talked to me this afternoon in a major way so I called it off and it’s been a big, dramatic sobfest ever since and I’m actually blogging to keep myself from going in to her room and yelling at her. In case you didn’t know, my tolerance for drama and sobbing is about as high as my tolerance for incessant whining…which is to say practically NON-EXISTENT.
I’l let you know how it goes. IF it goes.
Oh, and the next obsession on the horizon?
God help us… It’s Crocs.
I don’t really care for them but one time I made the mistake of mentioning that the Mary Jane-style crocs were somewhat less ugly than the clog ones, and maybe even kind of cute for little girls, and she’s been on about them ever since.
So like a dumbass, I let her try them on at the mall but she’s between sizes so the guy said to come back in a few months to see if she’s at the next size and now she’s bugging me to go back and try them on. But I can assure you I’m not paying $33 for plastic shoes.
NOT. DOING. IT.
Well, for now anyway…
Because who knows when I may need to resort to bribery again???
