All Kinds of Stuff from Average Jane

I figured that a Friday would be a good time for an odds-and-ends post. Here are a couple of things that I've been meaning to mention, followed by an example of something nobody ever really wants to read in a blog post, but I'm going to impose on you anyway.

First there's BlogHers Act. They're soliciting contributions for a variety of programs that will improve maternal health and save women's lives. Your donation to one or more of these projects can save women's lives by supplying health care, birthing kits, education, trained birthing attendants, meals, and much, much more. If you were wondering what to do with some of your tax refund, here you go!

On to a completely unrelated subject: hand lotion. A while back I received a sample bottle of a lotion called Gloves in a Bottle. Despite the fact that I'm always complaining about my dry hands, I didn't get around to trying it right away. Well, that was dumb. It turns out to be a really wonderful lotion that makes my hands feel soft and moisturized. Supposedly, it doesn't even come off when you wash your hands. Best of all, it's completely non-greasy, so I can put it on immediately before yoga class and not have to worry about my hands slipping on the mat.

Finally, I have to break the "never tell people your dreams" rule and talk about a freaky dream I had right before I woke up today.

I was in a band getting ready to play at an outdoor venue. My friend, me, was our drummer, despite the fact that in real life she doesn't play drums. As we were getting ready to take the stage, me was hanging back from apparent stage fright, but I gave her a shove and got her up there. The bass player was my current bass player, only not - you know how dreams are.

The band started playing, but the songs weren't on my list so I didn't really know the words very well. Worse yet, some strange guy came up onstage and started singing and looking at me as if daring me to kick him off. Also, my mic cable kept coming unplugged.

The stage was exceedingly deep, so I had to walk and drag my mic cable back a good 20 feet to ask the drummer why she was playing the wrong songs.

When I woke up, I was all stressed out. I have no idea why my subconscious put me through all of that, but it probably has something to do with all of the band personnel changes we've been having. I think it's safe to say that when we do finally start gigging, it'll go a lot better than that.

So that's all I have today. Tomorrow I'll report on my husband's birthday party before I go meet up with Bossy and a bunch of other cool bloggers. If you want to get in on the Bossy gathering but haven't been on the correspondence list so far, let me know.

Have a lovely weekend!

Comments

[super des]

I didn't know there was a rule against telling people your dreams. I always tell poor Jay my dreams, because they're so weird.

I do like the fact that Dream World friends and places are so different from those in Reality World, but at the time it seems perfectly reasonable.

[Well Hell Michelle]

That lotion sounds awesome. It sounds like Avon's Silicone Glove hand lotion that I use and it works great. Dangerboy will even use it because, as he puts it, the lotion doesn't make him "smell like a girl".

[me]

That's a very bizarre dream. I'd be happy to be your drummer, but you were right that I'd be playing all the wrong stuff (oh, and it would sound like crap).

Can't wait to see you guys in action and imagine myself in the drummer's seat . . .

[Mrs. G.]

I'd tell you to have fun but with Bossy, that's guaranteed. But still, have fun!