Do you ever get that feeling that perhaps ‘The Truman Show’ was trying to tell you something? I’ve been having that feeling throughout the month. Honestly, I think it’s because it’s November Sweeps and they need to boost their ratings.

The first thing I noticed was on the trip to San Francisco. When we arrived at the Oakland Airport and I was standing by the carousel to collect my bags, an ultra-cute family stepped up next to me. Actually, the husband of the family stepped up alone first and I was hoping he was single, but alas… Anyway. This ultra-cute family consisted of The Husband, in his expertly tailored suit jacket over black cropped turtle-neck and lovely designer slacks. His hair was perfectly styled and he looked oh so dapper. His wife was cute, sweet, curvy and blonde. But, to top it all off, they had the cutest little boy on the planet: about three or four years old, dressed in a black turtleneck, which was tucked into sedated red plaid slacks, complete with a belt and loafers. They were the epitome of the stylish professional family. In fact, the child had been so well-trained that despite his miniscule stature he was determined to help me lift my bags from the carousel.


I was very entertained by the family, watching them saunter about with their (of course) designer luggage, thinking to myself, “Hmm, do I get a husband like that?” But – here’s the scary part – when we returned to the airport at the end of our trip, as I was sitting at the gate waiting for boarding to be called, there they were. There was the husband in yet another lovely jacket, walking hand-in-hand with his darling little blonde-haired boy (this time in a teensy white button-down shirt.) What are the odds of that? It’s not even like we were flying on a typical Monday through Friday schedule. Noo, this was Thursday through Tuesday. What are the odds?! Exact same flights, exact same times, exact same dates. I think that the Heather Show producers realized how much I liked the family, and they must have been a hit with the viewers, and therefore they brought them back for a repeat appearance.

The next event happened when, a few days after my return from California, I was driving down the Fairfax County Parkway. I don’t tend to drive on the Fairfax County Parkway too often, but I distinctly remember that the last time I drove on it – which had to have been some time in early October – I noticed a very strange looking robins egg blue Buick Riveria. It intrigued me because I’d never seen one like that. Sure, it was ugly, but distinctly ugly. Sure enough, when I returned from California and drove on the Fairfax County Parkway again for the first time in a month, there was that same car. Again. Entirely different stretch of the parkway, but there it was. Again, what are the odds?

Then, all last week and this week, so many picturesque things have happened while I’ve been driving. There was the time I was driving down my street and suddenly there was a big gust of wind that blew a million leaves off a tree that I was approaching, sending me driving through a brilliant swirling curtain of red, yellow, and orange leaves. Yesterday, as I was driving back from my local Subway (the sandwich place, not an underground train), about a million and one little black birds took off from their perch atop a beautiful colonial bank building, flying right over my car, creating remarkable waves of flight all around me. It was amazing.

Of course, I can’t ignore the picturesque scenes of my brother and I singing along to stupid 80’s music on the way home from Virginia Beach. You can’t get much more teenage-entertainment than that. I wonder if the Producers are trying to shoot for a younger audience.

That’s just a few highlights. There have been far too many instances of Truman Show Moments in the past few weeks. And we’re still barely two weeks into the month! I can’t wait to see what happens next. Let’s hope it’s good, shall we?

In other news, I got the vinyl today! I drove out to Nathanial’s friend, Printer Jay’s house and had a great time talking to him. He’s just as insane as I am, from what I can gather. He was really cheerful, flirty, funny, and generally hyperactive. I’m still not sure how much vinyl he gave me – he had no way of measuring it, so we just stood in the little corner where the vinyl was stored and he rolled a bunch into a long stick and said, “Hey, does this look like 20 feet?” I’m guessing it’s more than twenty feet because that roll was pretty dang big and heavy. The only sad thing is I couldn’t sweet talk him into printing it red for me. He thought about it and made lots of thoughtful-faces, but ultimately he gave me a point of comparison – he just printed a banner about the size of what I would need for someone who ran for Governor of California, and they charged him $9,000. I completely understood at that point, so no worries. Either way, Steven’s going to get one kick-butt coat. I already have it all designed and I’m really excited about it.

I’m sorry my last post was so incredibly long, but really ya’ll should have expected that. I mean, come on, I was reporting on a vacation! At least it wasn’t as long as the London Logs. 🙂

Finally, I got a phone call from Producing Dean today. Looks like we’ll be having a big lunch event thingie some time this week or next, depending on Translating Drew’s schedule. And guess what?! HA! I can’t tell you! But believe me, it’ll be amazing. It still hasn’t even really sunk in yet, and believe me, I can’t wait to tell Dean. Tee hee. My life’s weird. Take that, Truman, you and Seaside, Florida ain’t got nothin’ on me!