A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D
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I have gotten into THE WRONG CAR in a parking lot, thinking it was mine!
That hat is way too funny!
Lesson Learnt - Never leave my house without my digital camera ever again.
Even if my camera is old and broken. Even if 9 times out of 10 the picture comes out blurry. And even if my camera uses batteries like a prostitute uses condomsŠit still would have been really handy to have in my possession when I saw Sanjaya shopping at my local CVS.
Oh, alright, so it wasn't Sanjaya. And, for the record, I don't even like Sanjaya. Not.Even.A.Little. But I did frantically search my purse for said crappy digital camera when the Sanjaya look-a-like-could-have-been-practically-identical-twin strolled into the store.
After shoving my hand violently around my gigantic purse for a solid 8 minuets, I still couldn't locate my camera. That's when I realized I had left it at home to download more new pictures of Baby Mason.
As I wondered aimlessly into the parking lot, I was lost in deep thought about how funny that post would have been. I was disappointed for missing the perfect opportunity to hold a Spontaneous Sanjaya look a like contest. Distracted, preoccupied, and contemplating the words I would have used in my Œalmost post' I began unloading the bags from my shopping cart into THE WRONG CAR.
Um. Yeah. Hi.
I was too busy cussing myself out for being ill prepared, that I wasn't even aware I was putting my bags, into someone else car.
(Because, you know, Hyundai's and Nissan's look so much alike. Right?)
The only clue to the situation I had gotten myself into was how clean the back seat of the wrong car was. The back seat of my car is filled with empty coffee cups, cigarette packs, 15 pairs of shoesŠall of which I did not see as I was placing bags neatly intoŠThe Wrong Car.
First I panicked. Then I rapidly scanned the parking lot for any onlooker, or the possible owner of the car. Thankfully no one saw me as I quickly removed the bagsŠand thankfully I wasn't busted.
Lesson Learnt? There may be a celebrity look a like at any given time, in any given store. Never leave my house without my digital camera ever again. I might end up in jail for a really embarrassing misunderstanding, one that infers to unlawful entry or even burglary.
AHAHAHhHAHhAHhhHAhahhHAHh!
That was THE SAME episode!
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Sanjaya was a contestant on American Idol like 100 years ago.
Baby Mason is my nephew, who will be FIVE YEARS OLD this month!
This post was from a long time ago!
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Unfortunately this slogan is becoming true for me at times!