The Big DumpTruck

Thanks to Anji who sent me this link to the Asylum Sand Art therapy page. Oh man, this is fun!

You ever have one of those moments where you see someone on TV and for the life of you, you can’t remember how the hell you know the person? I’m watching VH1 Classic’s “Allstar Jams”, and there’s a woman talking between some of the videos. She looks really familiar and I have no idea why. Only her first name is on the bottom of the screen.

15 minutes after I first spot her, I’m watching a Billy Joel video and it hits me…it’s Lynn Hoffman formally of Mix 98.5! Cripes, how the hell did I even recognize her? I guess I poked around on the website once to see what everyone looked like. I’m kind of impressed that I retained the info, to be honest. Anyway, I’m only posting this because about once a week I get hit with a Google search for her name because I think a while back I posted that she should cut out the dumb act, it was making me insane given that it was a relatively recent personality change.

So I don’t see anything about there on Google verifying that it IS her, but I’m telling you, I’m positive I’m right. There’s a Gary Glitter’s on doing Rock and Roll Part II. Yikes, nice hair Gary. Okay, Hall & Oates is on. John Oates’ hair is amazing similar. Huh.

(Oh, and the pillow thing worked. Feel free to use it with your own kids.)

Sometimes I wonder how I come up with this stuff. Especially when it works. Tonight Junior is sleeping at Dads. My job is to pack the bag, even though Junior is 4 and I’ve told him he’s responsible for his own “extras”.

I just got a call…it’s bedtime, and “you forgot to pack a friend.” Oh boy. I remembered everything else, including the vital beyond belief “blankie”. But I didn’t pack a friend.

Mr. Dump puts Junior on the phone

Me: Honey, can you just go one night without a friend? You have Blankie!

Him: No.

Me: Just one night?

Him: I’m not very happy right now

Me: But you’ve got blankie, he can be your friend tonight, okay?

Him: I want a friend with eyes.

[pause]

Me: Well tell daddy to draw eyes on your pillow.

Him: [thinking about it] OKAY! You wanna talk to daddy?

Daddy: So?

Me: Go draw eyes on his pillow

I haven’t heard back…yet. If this works, I want an award.

Can’t get my hair cut today, because my stylist is booked. Why don’t people automatically assume that I’m going to be calling and leave a spot open for me? Doesn’t she realize that I am justthisclose to giving myself a trim? I blame her fully if I end up looking goofy.

(Okay, reading this over just now, I want to put a stop to any thoughts you have about writing to tell me that I alreadylook goofy and that it has nothing to do with my hair.)

But today’s looking up. I was very crabby this morning, but I’m better now. The coffee might have helped. I didn’t think it would because frankly, it was too strong, but maybe strong coffee was what I needed.

I am still not 100% sure I like the design I did for the BirchBark postcards. I think the logo is too big. Actually, I think the whole thing is too big. I was planning to send them out in envelopes (I bought them) but now I’m sure I’m just going to do a postcard. I don’t have postcards stamps, the ones I bought yesterday were regular ones.

Had a phone interview this morning, which is always nice. And I sent two resumes out. I consider it a successful job searching morning, which is the opposite of how I felt two hours ago. Oh, and I cleaned toilets and started on the tub, so if you’re keeping score, we can update the Wednesday to-do list to cross off the bathroom stuff. I’ll go do that right now.