The Stolen Jan Brady T-Shirt

Yet another strange phrase from my brain. I don't know where it came from. I had some very vivid dreams on Tuesday night. One of them involved going to see Emeril Live...don't ask why, I haven't thought Emeril was cool since I stopped thinking that Pork Fat Ruled. Anyway, a bunch of my friends and I were going to see Emeril and we were supposed to be seated in the front row, but Emeril's handlers wanted us in the back, so they were moving us. As they were moving us, we met up with some of our friends whom we had just met on our trip to see Emeril and one of them was wearing a shirt that said in black letters, "The Stolen Jan Brady T-Shirt". It was in a sort of Brady Bunch font and had little cool diamond shapes all over it in between the letters. I said, "Hey, you've got the stolen Jan Brady T-shirt". And she said, "Yeah." Then I woke up because I heard a loud noise, which I thought was real, but it wasn't. Weird.

So, quick catchup blog. Sophie is doing great. She is obsessed...and I mean obsessed...with Yellow Submarine. She calls it "EEN" and just goes nuts when she wants to watch it. So, I've seen that one waaaaaaay too many times now. God forbid she gets obsessed with something horrid like Barney. I hope she never ever sees Barney, except for maybe that Barney as Tupac video.

Christmas was ok. We went to my in-laws, who are very sedate nice people. I made enchiladas for Christmas Eve, which rocked. Then on Christmas morning we had fun opening stuff and whatever. Then our day came to a screeching halt when Gwenn decided to do the New York Times crossword. Oh MAH GAWD. I thought having my vagina ripped open by a giant baby was painful, but I was wrong. Listening to people do the NYT crossword was worse...mostly because she refused to have a sense of humor about it. That really sucked. I like to do crosswords, but only if there is pithy commentary flowing like cheap booze. Otherwise, what's the point. So, I disappeared into the living room and watched a movie instead. Not too exciting.

New Year's rocked. It was pretty low key. We've now had two years in a row without someone puking. Woohoo! We had Pat and Jon over for several days and sat around and watched a lot of movies. We played Trivial Pursuit on New Year's day. Fortunately, we all had a sense of humor about it and it was fun. See kids, we can be smart and funny! Sophie really enjoyed the company of her Drunkle Jon and Uncle Pat. They are both incredible with kids and it was great to have two extra people around to wrangle her insanity. It was tough to see them go.

Well, that's about it from the green ranch on first street, where we only farm fallen rotting leaves and some dog shit. I'll try to keep up with things better...