Subliminal Messages

I usually wake up a happy woman, but today I was extra happy. Why, you ask? Because apparently, I spent last night with my friend Queen Taunya and Jon Bon Jovi. I awoke from a dream in which QT and I attended a dinner that Bon Jovi was at. We had won some contest and got to spend the entire evening with him, getting our picture taken, hangin’ with the band, eating dinner, laughing, talking, glaring at the girls who weren’t chosen - you know, the usual stuff you do when you get to hang with Bon Jovi.

I couldn’t for the LIFE of me figure out why I’d had this dream. I mean, ya I like the guy - he’s hot and he IS on my To Do list afterall! (Anyone remember the Friends where Ross laminated his To Do list and then saw a celebrity he’d crossed off and showed her the list but she was mad that he’d crossed her off and actually laminated the list? HAHAHAHA) But it’s not like I’ve really listen to his music since the sleepover at Kari’s house in the 10th grade. I decided to shrug my shoulders and move along with my day, getting ready for work and heading out the door. About 10 minutes in to my drive I discovered why I’d had the dream. After dropping the kids off at school every morning, I enjoy my time in the car alone - usually jamming to whatever is on the radio, but most often I just listen to the radio without hearing what they’re saying. Apparently, for the last month, I’ve been listening to swooning girls call in trying to win stage seat tickets to the Bon Jovi/Daughtry show last night. According to Rachel, the winner, she spent last night with her friend on stage at the Bon Jovi concert - they were so close they got to touch is ass “OMG!!! It was just so, like totally, amazing and unreal - like, you could just never like totally imagine how cool it was, like OMG!!!”

I guess I’m living proof that subliminal messages do “work”