Night in the Life…

I got to work this morning and my co-worker informed me that her husband had started blogging… After numerous questions, I decided to give it a try myself, and here’s why: 

A couple of weeks ago, I was talking with that same co-worker about our (my husband and my) financial “plan” to eventually start a family, send our kids to private school, and still afford the small luxuries in life, which from here on out shall be called my “slightly large, but not overly ridiculous shopping addiction”.  I was complaining to her that I have (other than my degrees and current job) no real skills/talents to make money outside of my career.  My husband tints windows on the side. My brother-in-law takes in odd-jobs, like power-washing sidewalks, etc.  One of my friends DJ’s …. apparently EVERYONE has some extra skill in life except for me! I mean, I used to babysit, but why, after the age of 16 does that job stop paying? It’s not like, at the age of 27, I have nothing better to do than to take care of someone else’s [crying, grouchy, smelly, crazy] child… for FREE. Insert: the blog.  Apparently, people get paid to blog (I’ve seen “Julie and Julia”… she got a book deal, a movie and I’m sure a big, fat, paycheck). Finally! I have some sort of extra skill that I can (hopefully one day) get paid for.  Ok – so I’m not the next Virginia Woolf or Candace Bushnell, but I WAS allowed to skip freshman English in college because of my mastermind writing skills (or maybe because I did well on my SAT II’s, but still, that’s something, right?!?). So, the only question that I’m left with is the obvious… what to write about?

Well that’s easy. Since I’m already piggy-backing off of my co-worker’s idea, I might as well keep going.  It’s weird. Both of us dream almost every night.  She keeps a journal of all of her dreams and is planning on publishing it into a book one day (which will no doubt top the NY Times best seller list, and I am assured an autographed copy!). So there it is. This will be my dream blog. Sort of. I’m going to blog about the events that cause my crazy dreams. Hence the blog name, “Night in the Life”.

I’ll have to write this early every morning, because after about noon each day, my head is swirling with numbers and thinking only about what’s for lunch. But today, you’re in luck! While I can’t remember now the extent of the dream, I do remember the characters. Last night, I had a dream about John Stamos. Yes. THE John Stamos from the now classic TV show “Full House”. I don’t think that I’ve (consciously) thought about this man since 1993, but for some reason he showed up last night in my dream.  Unfortunately now, I can’t remember where/what/why this happened, but I’m sure it’s from the years of TGIF Friday nights spent with the family.  Kind of cool that he came popping back into my head after all of these years though. Gotta love Uncle Jesse!