"Helloo?" mom answers the telephone, her voice full of sleep.
"Hi, mom. I just got your message from last night. Everything okay?" I ask, a little concerned by the tone of her voice in the message.
"Oh!," she says, suddenly wide awake. "I was just calling to tell you that I'm a movie star."

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i had something thought-provoking and super-deep to post to make up for not posting since September (holy wow), but i'm swamped with work and other stuff, so here it is:

1) Three households of my family (containing 7 people and 3 dogs) are without power in The Motherland and are "roughing it" in two RVs parked in a warehouse in Tulsa. Apparently, all houses except Grandma's have been damaged somewhat by broken tree limbs and such, the worst of the three being my brother and Amy's house, at which a huge tree in their front yard has been uprooted. Apparently, my niece and nephew also suffered the loss of their fancy newish playset in the backyard, which was snapped in two and then crushed by a huge tree. The same tree also hit the newly refinished home office in the sunroom. R.I.P., fancy little play-fort (and possibly home office). Mom says most of the city looks like a warzone, or like a tornado swept through. Yay....should make for an extra-long drive next week for Poobears and I, if mom doesn't try to lay down the Mom-Hammer and make me fly home. Stay tuned...

2) I really need to stop a) buying Christmas presents, and, more importantly, b) dreaming about having babies. *Shiver!* No offense to any on the FList who have them or want them...heck, I love kids, so long as they're someone else's. I think they're great. And cute. And playing with them and holding them is fun. But, for someone who is at least a little terrified of being responsible for the well-being and happiness of another tiny person (and teaching it things like right v. wrong, how to speak, manners, etc.), dreams about breastfeeding the wrong way and having babies in moving cars while mom drives to the hospital and Ben cuts the cord with one of our good KitchenAid knives and naming the baby something that is original that no one else likes (OLIVER!) are simply NO FUN. Well, I take that back. It was kinda funny the first time it happened a few months ago. Now, it won't stop. This last one (scary public breastfeeding experience with strange green-colored "milk") makes about 9 or 10 now. I think it's my way of freaking out about turning 3-0 next month. But I mean, seriously. STOP IT, Brain!

3) There is something seriously Effed Up about turning the heat off, sleeping with the windows open, breaking into a sweat during a walk-jog (newly dubbed "jalk" by The Mister and myself), and wearing shorts out in the evening in the MIDDLE OF DECEMBER. Especially when the week before was so very chilly. And double-especially when other parts of the country (to which we'll be traveling next week) are in the middle of an Extreme Winter Weather Crisis (EWWC)^TM. There's also something really wrong with driving through the neighboorhood with the windows down in the evening, looking at Christmas lights. What the Eff?