Why Couldn’t It Have Been Brad Pitt?

You’ve had it happen before.  Even if you don’t want to admit it.

I was driving home from dinner last night.  Listening to a little Pit Bull, dancing in my seat, singing along.  And I stop at a red light.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see the car next to me inching up.  And inching up.  I think “Do I look?”  I know I was making a fool of myself, I did not care.  There is nothing like a rockin’ song on the radio to ward off the frigid temps here in MI.  (That and having the heat cranked up full tilt).  I took a chance.  Looked over.  There he is….Elmer Freaking Fudd….nodding, smiling, winking.  EEEWWWWWW.

All I can picture is National Lampoon’s Vacation….Christie Brinkley and Chevy Chase.  In reverse.  Although I don’t drive a fire engine red Ferrari (or any color Ferrari for that matter-more like a gray Vibe) and I don’t look like Christie Brinkley.   You get the idea through – moderately hot chick, old beer-bellied dude in a station wagon minivan- pointing at the Christmas lights to distract his family as he makes eye contact.  I laughed.  When the light turned, I pulled away gingerly so as to not slip on the ice.  But believe you me, had I been driving a red Ferrari with the top down I’d have peeled out like there’s no tomorrow.

I just can’t help but wondering – in all of the two times this has happened to me – for once can’t it just be Brad Pitt?  “Hey Angie – hey pack of children – look at those lovely lights….” And he turns to me.  Our eyes meet.  He gives the nod.  The light changes color and as he steams up the window and writes his phone number, backwards so I can read it, and I just flip my hair, give a little wave and go racing off.  In my red Ferrari.

A girl can dream, can’t she?

There’s a New DJ In Town

I’ve done a screen read for the Nickelodeon folks.   I’ve practiced my dance moves.

Move on over DJ Lance Rock…

Yo Gabba Gabba is ready for a fresh face…

My *SCREEN* name is yet undecided.  DJ Mommy D?  Maybe.   I’m taking suggestions.  Check your TV listings for times and channels and prepare to be WOWED! It’s going to be OUT OF CONTROL!

 

 

 

Life in Beverly Hills…it’s like Speed Dating

We live life in the high speed lane around here. I don’t know where the time has gone. But I refuse to give up my blogging dream. I simply refuse.

I have stories to share.
Pictures to post.
Infectious laughter to spread amongst the blogging world.

But alas I just haven’t had the time. I swore when Avery went to Kindergarten I would have all of this *free* time. Ha. Instead I spend my mornings grocery shopping, running errands, doing laundry when I only have ONE child to entertain. Before I blink, it’s time to pick her up.  I don’t know how I manage to get anything done.

It’s like Speed Dating…

1st round – Laundry.  Ding – your 2 minutes are up.  Move on to cleaning.  Ding.  Grocery shopping.  Ding.  Girl Scout meeting.  Ding.  PTA.  Ding.

You get the point, right?

And now here it is…December. FREAKING DECEMBER. I mean, we are almost into the 12 days of Christmas. Avery is counting down so I know this it true, but I don’t want to admit it. It took me 4 days to get my tree up and decorated.  And it’s prelit.  That fact should in itself cut the time in half.

Next thing I know it will be January.  Then Easter.  Then she will be graduating from high school.

So believe me, I am still here.  I think of you all often.  Draft witty posts in my brain…but they just never seem to make it online.

Happy Holidays everyone…I hope to see you all again in the New Year!