WTF Wednesday

WTF is up with my dreams...

Last week I had a dream that I was in college and opted to take an acting class. Robert DeNiro was in my class. I was really annoyed that I would be graded against his talents and knew he would throw off any kind of curve there might be. Plus, he admitted he took the class for an easy A. And I showed up for class carrying a bag of dog poop. Ugh...

Last night I had a dream that Springsteen was my neighbor!! He and Patti (and kids) lived two doors away from me. I find this dream/real life connection interesting. They (the Springsteens) were living in the house where a real-life-Bruce and his family live (except that neighbor Bruce could be Stephen Colbert's twin). Both wives have red hair and both families have three kids.

Anyway, I went over to the house. Patti and I were chatting but I couldn't see Bruce anywhere (and I was looking but trying not to be TOO obvious). We were going to one of Springsteen's kids baseball games. I knew Bruce was home because I heard him call the kids to get in the car but the next image was the Springsteen minivan driving away but no glimpse of Bruce. Sigh.

Patti and I drove together and we stopped off for lunch first. On the drive she gave me gifts that were Bruce related...a Tiger puppet with a Bruce Born in the USA scarf (WTF?) and a poster from some magazine on a clipboard. After lunch Patti forgot her wallet so I paid but she 'approved' my credit card by slipping the waitress a note that she was Bruce's wife. Then for some reason she gave me her wallet so I had her ID.

While we were leaving I saw a headline in the Washington Post that said, "Bruce Springsteen in a coma since yesterday." I was nervous to point it out her but wondered if that's why I hadn't seen him at the house. Then I woke up to Bug's complaint that his cars fell out of his bed and he was wet. If I'm going to have a dream about Springsteen, is it too much to ask to actually SEE him?

Oh, and I had a dream our road construction was done...

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WTF Wednesday

WTF...Where oh where have the road workers gone? I think our construction guys are European and have taken the month of August off. Earlier this summer we were warned given notices that construction would take place from 7am until 7pm Monday through Saturday. Apparently, not every Monday through Saturday.

We passed the one year anniversary of road construction--and yet there was no celebration--or a driveway we can use. They're not building a stadium for the Olympics--they're doing street construction on three city blocks. Oh, and I emailed my councilperson for an update last week and after an initial "I'll check and get back to you" I've heard nothing.

WTF...I recently heard "oh Jethuth" (through a pacifier) in addition to "oh dammit." Perhaps Bug overheard it when his parents were talking about the road construction...oops.

WTF...Why do pharmaceutical ads say "product has greater risk of death." Isn't death 100% for everyone? I get what they're saying but it's goofy.

WTF...How can the summer be over winding down and I've not spent any time with this little sweetie:



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We're home...and this time the drive was nine hours--so much better than twelve. Bug was terrific! He asked to hear Bruce early on (and I don't nudge or pinch him to do it, I swear, it's all on his own!) and then if Donnie turned it off Bug promptly asked for "my Bruce" again. Way to go, little man! Donnie finally told him that Bruce needed to take a nap.

Anyway, after nine hours on the road, we pulled up to our house (well, not our house, we pulled into a little space near the school across the street so we could unload our many bags and toys, and lug them through traffic, around concrete barriers, an 18-inch drop and over 1/2 a newly-paved road with a four inch gap between the road and our driveway [WTF?] because our street is still under construction and now even if we wanted to use our driveway it's impossible--sigh).

But I digress...we arrive home and Bug cries and cries and screams because he has to get out of the car. Huh?