Alias Obsession

So Alias hasn't been on for what four years now?  

I had a dream last night that I was Sydney Bristow and my husband was Vaughn.  We were on a mission for SD-6 (the bad guys, cause we were double agents) in Bangkok.  Being the new agent that I was, I accidentally used my REAL ID to check into a hotel.  Oooppps!  I told my husband what happened and he looked at me while he was silently thinking, "Rookie."  When we got home, at the debriefing I asked my handler to get some fake IDs.  When we got home, there were these shady looking guys driving around in State Trooper cars.  (State Troopers... right)  We put both put the kids in the car and started trying to out maneuver them and get away (because of course we would bring our children on a high sped chase in our bright red Chevy truck).  We got away from the State Troopers, but then a group of "cops" blocked the road.  I rolled down the window and said, "Show me your badge!"  he wouldn't, so I knew he was a fake.  I told husband, "Go! Go! Go!"  That's when I woke up.

I miss Alias. 

My Swim Class

I frequently attend a water aerobics class at the local gym.  The average age in the class is about 70, I am 28.  These ladies are HILARIOUS.  Conversations a few days ago:

Cute grandma #1:  "My friend just married someone 15 years younger than her!  He's not even 50 yet!  He walked in from riding his bike and he was still in his little shorts-- WOW!  MY husband was mumbling that he was showing off and I said he could show off anytime he wanted to.  My friend says its SO FUN when they are young!"

Cute grandma #2: "While we're in the pool, we can pretend we're on vacation on the beach in Mexico-- we just need a hot cabana boy bringing us drinks."

Note to All Engaged People

Singing to each other during the first dance of your wedding might make me laugh... but I will try hard not to.

LeBron James

So I have a family blog where I tell all about my family and post pictures of them and all that. BUT, this morning I woke up and had a funny dream and thought "I should put it on the blog" then realized it wouldn't really fit in to my normal postings, so I started a blog JUST FOR ME. I don't care if anyone reads it, just wanted to have a journal of sorts for myself.

So my dream:
I was at a big outdoor tailgate party of was dating LeBron James. He was starting to bug me, always doing dumb jock things (it must have been pretty stupid since I consider myself in the jock-ette catagory also). I went to talk to him and somehow we're at eye level (I'm 5 foot 3 inches) and I say, 'This just isn't working, baby." (Note: If you know me, "baby" is not in the vocab except refering to small people) He nods like he understands and says okay.

Dream analysed:
A friend told me about a tough breakup and I saw LeBron on the Olympics yesterday... combine the two and you get me dating LeBron then breaking up.