I got the Black Eyed Peas stuck in my head. Why? Because if you don't watch their videos or listen to their lyrics they are a ROCKIN' group.
And also because they remind me of my daughter, who I haven't seen in 3 weeks. (WAaaaaH!)
Here she is at 6:00 a.m. after we jumped out of bed and raced to GMA to watch the top of Fergie's head bob up and down.
I think I took this photo right after she said, "MOM! They are NOT going to play Where is the Love!"
She was right. But they played I Gotta Feeling and that was close enough.
I miss my daughter.
So I am super excited about the upcoming Tim Tam Grand Slam partay at the Olive Garden. But my wise guy hub just said to me, "so are you guys going to sit and blog each other around the table or are you actually going to talk?"
Hardy har har, hubba bubba! (Such a card!)
Guess what I did yesterday? I went shopping!
For Partay supplies.
I got Kristina P. an As Seen on T.V. surprise. And I got sea weed! And fortune cookies! And Caramacs! And Tim Tams!!!!!
I even got extra Tim Tams just in case DeNae and Melanie J show up (crossing my fingers and hoping to die).
And I got extra Caramacs in case my BBFF, Funny Farmer shows up. (please, please, pretty palease!)
And I'm bringing Annette Lyon's book about towers in case she shows up to autograph it. What's that book called? The Two Towers. No . . . The Twin Towers. No . . .
Towers of Strength.
Sorry, but I have a thing for tower jokes. I'm just glad Annette didn't title it Pillars of Strength. That is so last year.
I totally knew the title because I just finished reading it and putting it on my Crash Test Dummy Book Club list. I RECOMMEND it for your summer reading. Romance between two towers (especially twin towers) is so much more enjoyable in the summer when you're lazing around (unless your kids are lazing around too).
But fo' real, I was totally charmed. Go read Annette Lyon!
And now back to our regularly scheduled program . . .
Where was I?
Oh yes! So excited! I even got a new haircut for our grand slam. I went to the Kahuku Barber and handed over $18 and a photo of a super model and said, "I want to look like this."
My barber shook her head and said, "Your hair is too curly. Too dark. Too course. It will never look like this."
So I gave her a $2 tip and said, "well, at least try to make my face look like this."
Unfortunately my face is the same, but my hair is chopped, peeps. Karate chopped!
I did it because Martha did it and I have to keep up with the Jonesez.
On my way home from shopping for the partay guess who sang to me on the radio?
He was telling me to say what I need to say. It made my eyes sweat because it reminded me of all you guys and this blog and all the things I've needed to say that you've listened to and all the things you've needed to say that I would have listened to if I didn't have adult onset ADD.
Just thinking of all the buckets we've carried together made me send a gratitude prayer out into the universe for all the support and encouragement this past year. I feel so close to you guys. (As close as a dummy can get without banging her head on her stone cold heart.)
And I also sent a prayer out into the universe that no one at the partay would be prettier or wittier than me (besides Shelle Belle).
Anyway . . . what are you guys going to wear?
Oh, I can't wait to meet you. I only wish I could bring my Hawaii buds with me--Anjeny and Iwa and Martha and Swirl and Mariko! It's going to be hard to spread the aloha spirit without them.
LY Hawaii buds!
And LY all of you who don't live in Provo, but who will be going to an Olive Garden near you at exactly 11:00 a.m to join us via satallite.
And LY all of you lurkers out there who aren't doing anything except shouting at your computer screen, "Hands down I'm prettier and wittier than that hoity toity dummy."
I'm leaving tonight so this will be my last post before the GRAND SLAM!
Gad be with you till we meet!