As I may have mentioned before I occasionally have dreams where I encounter celebrities. I don't remember having celebrity dreams until I got pregnant with Ralphie. Although I don't have them as frequently since he's been born, I still sometimes have one.
Usually these dreams involve Oprah and Gayle. Weird, right? I guess I like to think that we all run in the same circles and happen to show up at the same parties. Last night was a good one, even though Oprah and Gayle were nowhere to be found. I dreamt I was at Prince William's wedding. Not just there, but part of the royal inner circle and running around helping Kate with her wedding dress and whatnot. The Queen came downstairs and asked me to put her fur someplace. I put it on the back of her chair at the head table in the reception hall.
I awoke to Yago telling me it was 6:45 which really means, "Get your butt in gear, lunches need to be packed."
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
let me eat cake
So I got back from vacation last week but haven't really been able to write about it because it was such a disaster. I'm still not up for writing the whole story... suffice it to say we got screwed. Royally. I have issued myself a restraining order to stay away from ITT because I have no idea what would happen if I got within 100 ft of that building right now. And Disney? Not a big fan these days, I unliked you FB. Take that.
Since then I've been trying to get back to the gym and get our house cleaned up. Yesterday was little man's FOURTH birthday. I'm amazed. It seems like he's been around forever but also like he's always been a baby or toddler and should remain so. Four? That's so preschool. So almost Kindergarten. Eek.
We had 20+ people over for his party, just relatives and neighbors. I became a little overwhelmed when we opened presents and I saw just how many people were here. It seemed like a lot. Ralphie was really happy though, he had a super day. I'm forcing myself to eat every last bit of junk food left in the house and starting fresh tomorrow. Ice cream, check. Pistachio salad, check. Hot dogs, you're on notice. Cake, you won't make it through the night.
Since then I've been trying to get back to the gym and get our house cleaned up. Yesterday was little man's FOURTH birthday. I'm amazed. It seems like he's been around forever but also like he's always been a baby or toddler and should remain so. Four? That's so preschool. So almost Kindergarten. Eek.
We had 20+ people over for his party, just relatives and neighbors. I became a little overwhelmed when we opened presents and I saw just how many people were here. It seemed like a lot. Ralphie was really happy though, he had a super day. I'm forcing myself to eat every last bit of junk food left in the house and starting fresh tomorrow. Ice cream, check. Pistachio salad, check. Hot dogs, you're on notice. Cake, you won't make it through the night.
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