Sha-Right…

This week was one of those that you feel like you’re just ‘going through it’.

Shea was in the health office on Thursday at 9 am. When my insomniatic ass woke up at 11 am, I rushed to the school to check on her. “Is she okay?” the receptionist who has been there for as many years as I have had kids there, said, “Yeah, she said she had a headache and her stomach hurt. I told her to come back after lunch and if she didn’t feel better.”
AND FOR SOME REASON, maybe because of the lack of sleep, I said, “Yeah, she probably just had a hangover. I told her to chill out on the Tequila shooters last night, but you know 9 year olds, they never listen.”
Then the most wonderful thing happened. SHE LAUGHED.
I made the woman at the front desk who I have never even seen SMILE, LAUGH. She even got that it was a JOKE and didn’t threaten to call CPS on me. There is hope for this yuppy town after all.

Today we drove to Redding to see Ryan’s last play. He was awesome, of course.

After the first act, Kara said, “Mom, check out that woman in the third row. She looks like Tori Spelling’s mom.”
I tried to remember what Tori Spelling’s mom looked like, then one look at the woman sitting there I said, “Ohhh, from the show noTorious?” Yeah. sort of looked like Loni Anderson.

Now, I need to tell you a little story about our LISTS. You know what LIST I am talking about right? On Shaun’s list somewhere near the top is Brooke Shields.
One night we went to see a movie and Shaun says to me out in the lobby, “That’s Brooke Shields.” I looked. Yep, sorta looked like her, but HELLO, we are in Sacramento…why in God’s name would she be sitting in the lobby of a run down movie theater? So what did I do? I made fun of him. I even called my sister and mocked him..”Shaun thinks he saw Brooke Shields! HA HA HA. What a loser!”
The next day Shaun sends me an article. Hmmm. Go figure, Brooke Shields was filming a movie near by.
I will NEVER live that down.

After a few more urgings, I go to Ryan’s mom, “Kara thinks the woman in the 3rd row is Loni Anderson.” She reluctantly says, “Yeah. It is. Her granddaughter is in the play.”

OMG.

Jennifer Marlow from WKRP is sitting 4 rows ahead of me. Not Loni Anderson, the one married to my mother’s hunka hunka burnin’ love, Burt Reynolds…but JENNIFER from WKRP. How bad did I want her to say, “Hold Please.”
I didn’t plan on talking to her but she was standing in the lobby as we were walking out and I had very loudly announced, “Marina it’s okay to tell him you think he’s cute! No really, Rina…go back in there and give him your number!” It was right about there in front of Loni Anderson that she turned around and did the grunt and foot stomp that meant, “OMG…YOU ARE EMBARRASSING ME!” and I laughed and said loudly, “It’s these moments that make being the mother of a teenager worth wild!” and then standing RIGHT THERE was Loni being all cute and giggling at the fact that I was embarrassing my teenage daughter. I didn’t think she would be standing IN THE LOBBY, because HELLO…she’s Loni Anderson and Loni Anderson doesn’t just stand in a lobby of a run down building. But she was. And she giggled at me. I suddenly felt like a moron, but didn’t let Marina get that sort of gratification.

And now comes the question; “You got a picture, right?”

No.

I figured FOR ONCE I would leave the cameras at home and let Dan take pictures with his Nikon D40 that he’s getting use to. I asked him as we were leaving, “Did you get a picture of Loni Anderson?” I think he blushed. He might have had flashbacks to his teenage years and the posters in his room. Regardless he couldn’t remember how to work the damn thing.
So no, but we have a bunch of Ryan…and those are WAY more important.