When you were in high school did you ever get a plain white Fruit of the Loom t-shirt, splatter paint all over it, and then write all kinds of random things on it with puffy paint pens?
This post is pretty much going to be like that. A big mess and all over the place because I guess the hallmark of the last week of summer is that my brain is all over the place.
(Sidenote: I realize that unless you went to high school in the late 80’s you probably never made a shirt like this. My friend Jodi and I made many of them, including special ones that we wore the last day of our senior year. I don’t even know.)
(Also, we thought it was hilarious that we drove her dad’s truck, complete with a camper, that same day.)
(All I can offer by way of explanation was that this was during the same decade people regularly posed for portraits with a large wicker throne-like chair.)
Anyway, last night was one of those nights where I just couldn’t sleep. I had a million thoughts running through my brain, none of which were actually productive. And when I finally dozed off I dreamed that I decided to try Bikram Yoga for the first time. In case you don’t know, Bikram Yoga is that hot yoga where they keep the room at 100 degrees while you stretch and kick and do downward dog or whatever.
In my dream I walked in the room and began doing the stretches to the best of my ability and then a siren went off and the instructor announced it was to let us know that the world was ending. Which, given my distaste for extreme heat, seems about right. Now I feel completely justified in never trying hot yoga because what if that dream was a warning? I feel like it’s become my duty to avoid hot yoga to protect the world.
I can’t apologize enough for reaching the point where I’m telling you about my dreams. Because you know what no one ever says? “Please tell me what you dreamed last night. It will be so fascinating.”
In non-dream events, I spent most of the day cleaning out Caroline’s clothes in an attempt to create some sort of organization before school starts and we have to come up with a daily wardrobe. It’s a rare day that she doesn’t just throw on running shorts and a t-shirt, but I felt like it was time to weed out our t-shirt inventory because some of them were starting to veer into dust rag territory.
Later on I dropped Caroline off at soccer practice and went to meet Gulley and Leslie to do a little shopping for new jeans. We spent the better part of three hours shopping. Gulley bought a cute jacket, I bought a pair of booties, and Leslie didn’t find anything. None of us bought jeans. Which was the original reason we ventured out. But sometimes you have to kiss a lot of denim frogs to find your prince.
Then I came home and turned on Friends. And it was the lobster episode. “He’s her lobster!” I don’t know that I could pick just one episode as my favorite, but that one is close to the top.
Oh and one last thing before I (thankfully) wrap this up.
Caroline’s sweet friend Sadie came over Tuesday night to hang out and eat dinner. They’ve been friends pretty much since birth. In fact, I found this precious picture of the two of them the other day. They were about four.
And this was them on Tuesday night.
It makes my heart happy because there’s nothing like a forever friend. They’re each other’s lobster.
I love that episode. 🙂
I love the one with Ross in the leather pants!! Or the one with PIVOT!
Love the 2 pictures of the girls!! That has high school open house written all over it. They grow up way too fast.
And the end of the world part of the dream may actually be linked to the shopping for jeans business…because that is how I feel about shopping for jeans. This girl has kissed a lot of denim frogs, let me tell you. Good luck in your quest for your denim prince!!
ADORE!
Tell us what booties you went with. I’ve narrowed down my bootie search to a pair of Cole Haans and the Billie bootie from Madewell.
Darling picture of Caroline and Lobster. Now listen to me. I believe God spoke to you in your dreams because I did Hot Yoga exactly twice this summer. The world will absolutely come to an end. Oh they say it decreases your appetite and massages all your organs, and that may be true – but I promise you on everything I am that you will have to work harder than you EVER did when you were pregnant to keep from vomiting in public. And not during the class. After class, when you’re in the grocery store deciding what to eat for dinner.
This makes me so happy I’ve never tried Hot Yoga. I’ve never ever even thought of Hot Yoga. I have no desire to torture my body while paying $100/hour for the privilege. I love hearing other people’s dreams because then I can tell mine. Last night I dreamt about Tupak Shukar, David Letterman and Hawthorne, California. Huh? Made no sense whatsoever. Aren’t you glad you got to hear about my dream? Caroline and her BFF — too cute!
Oh, I can’t begin to list all the funny I found in this post! I just love you. You make my mornings!
I have always been a big believer that dreams were just little movies that played in your head, just for you. However, when a dream like yours comes with a warning, we must, I repeat, we MUST heed the warning! As a fellow resident of a state like Texas that has summer for approximately 10.5 months of the year, I heartily concur that to save the world, you must avoid hot yoga! We residents of Earth thank you for your sacrifice!
Sponge rollers! Oh, the pink sponge rollers! Were those a hold-over from the 60’s and 70’s? My mom tortured me for years by using those blasted implements to wrest my limp hair into demeaning and demoralizing crown poofs. My mother fancied herself to be a hair sculptor of the highest caliber, but she was severely deluded. It took me several decades to put the hair abuse behind me, but now you go and post a horrific flashback-inducing photo. I’ve just returned from an episode of trembling in a fetal position behind the couch. I love your writing, Melanie, but PLEASE!–no more pics of sponge rollers!!
You’re my lobster!!’
Laughing about the hot yoga dreams! I’m not a yoga girl myself, but my neighbor is and even has produced a DVD – Wild Goose Yoga by Keleah Anderson and it is only about $12.00 on Christian Book Distributors website. She includes scripture and others tell me it is really amazing…however, I may be like you and only dream about it!
Love this post! It brought back a lot of 80’s memories -some good, some frightening.
And as painful as it is to admit…my girls are now big enough to wear some of my puffy paint senior shirts!
PIVOT!
Oh! And the one with the bagpipes when Phoebe sings along. Makes me cry laughing-
Not only did I puff paint t-shirts, I also puff painted fanny packs. I used glow-in-the-dark puff paint for those. Bam.
I don’t know that I’ve ever commented this, but I just love when you bring up Friends!! I can’t explain the joy that I get when a good Friends rerun is on. You mentioned maybe a week ago you caught the finale and I was so jealous! Another really good episode is when Ross is getting some award and they’re all in Monica and Rachel’s apartment getting ready and Phoebe spills something on her dress and puts a Christmas bow over it, Monica accidentally leaves the outgoing message on Richard’s machine when she thinks his daughter’s message was really another woman, Ross and Rachel fight and she decides not to go and Joey puts on all of Chandler’s clothes and says “Look at me! I’m Chandler … could I be wearing any more clothes?” It’s like the most classic episode ever and still hilarious to me. I have no clue why I felt the need to type it out for you but it makes me really happy! 🙂
And Joey was commando!! Love it!
I’m going to need to see a picture of the booties, please. I really want booties but I’m having trouble committing.
I found your blog from BooMama & I am in love! I am in the process of reading your blog from the beginning so please don’t think that I am some crazy stalker!!!!
We did the puffy paint t-shirts AND we decorated plain white boxer shorts which we then wore over bike shorts. So incredibly cool.
Phoebe’s lobster impression is hilarious. Rachel’s trifle is the one that does me in every single time. “Tastes like feet!”
So much fun like all of your posts!!
The hot yoga dream cracked me up…I have a couple of those friends (and a son or two) who always launch into their recent dreams and no–I’ve never once asked, you’re right. 🙂
Aloha and thanks for always making me laugh!!
(usually read on my phone/ipad where its a pain to comment, so it’s fun to comment on the computer occasional!)
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