Last night was spent researching LCD HDTVs online with the Hubby. Since we couldn’t make it to New Orleans for the Sugar Bowl, we’ve decided to upgrade our 32″ boob tube for either a 37″ or 42″ LCD TV to watch the UH Warriors play Georgia on New Year’s Day.

At around 9:00 p.m. last night…

Me: The 42″ Vizio is cheaper at Wal-mart.

Hubs: Is it in stock?

Me: *clicking the link to check* Yeah! It’s in stock! Let’s go now!

Hubs: Are you on crack?!

Needless to say, we didn’t go last night to pick up the TV. Hubby and I are different in that respect. I am willing to jump in my car at almost any hour to make such a purchase, while Hubby is much more practical and will wait for the light of day to avoid making impulse buys. I believe that’s why it’s good to have a spouse who is the yang to my yin, we keep each other in balance.

And, just for the record, I’m not on crack. I’m on dexamethasone, doryx, and climara patches!

In last night’s dream…

A natural disaster had just occurred, I believe it was an earthquake. I was in junior high and teachers were rushing around and gathering students and putting them on buses.

For some reason, I had my NiteGuard mouthpiece in my mouth. It felt funny in my mouth. I pulled it out and found that the mouthpiece was in pieces and two of my bottom teeth were loose. Apparently, in a moment of terror, I had ground my mouthpiece to bits with my teeth. I pulled a compact mirror out of my school bag and peered into my open mouth. With my finger, I touched one of my loose teeth and noticed that it was on the verge of falling out.

While everyone else was in a virtual panic about the earthquake, I was more concerned about my teeth and getting to a dentist asap.

…and then I woke up. Twenty years had passed, but the good news is that I still had all my teeth.

Apparently dreams about teeth are quite common according to this website. While I don’t put much credence in the interpretations given in that site and others (as they are mostly unfavorable), I was pretty amused by last night’s nocturnal revelation.

With three hours left of Christmas 2007, I’d like to wish all of you a very merry Christmas. I hope all your Christmas wishes came true.

In all of the hustle and bustle of the holidays, I pray that we’ll also remember the reason for the season, the birth of Jesus Christ. May He bless you and your family this Christmas and in the new year.

I set off yet another alarm, so here’s another vlog entry. Man, I am on a roll.

Here I am futting around doing vlogs when I should be finishing my gift wrapping and Christmas cards. Typical.

Anyway, enjoy the madness.

These are the kind of conversations we have in our household:

Me: So, do you want to see my new videolog?

Hubby: No.

Me: Ehhhh?

Hubby: Wait, let me get situated first. I’m getting my clothes ready for tomorrow. Do you think my life revolves around you?

Me: Yes.

Hubby: Okay. What was I thinking?

5 minutes later after watching the video…

Me: So… did you like it?

Hubby: Do I have a choice?

Me: Maaaaan!

Hubby: Nah, bebe, just kidding. That was the bomb diggity!

Champuru vlog #27 is forthcoming — as soon as the good folks at Revver review and processes my video.

DISCLAIMER: All the stuff in the background, that’s not trash — it’s packages upon packages of Christmas gifts yet to be distributed. Yours could be in that very pile!

BONUS FEATURE: For some insane reason, it took me 37 takes to get through this entire videolog. (I think it’s because Hubby was in the room and he was making me nervous.) He thought it was pretty funny and suggested that I create a blooper reel. So, at the end, I share a few outtakes from the making of this vlog just for fun.

I wrote of my wallet woes in the past. You may think that I am intent on making a grand entrance when I enter a room, but it’s not my vanity that sets off bells and whistles wherever I go: it’s my Coach wallet. This issue has caused me much consternation for many months, but the frequency at which we’ve been at the mall during this Christmas season has only exacerbated my frustration. This videolog entry is a tribute to the end of my wallet woes.

All of this is attributed to a random Twitter comment I made and the subsequent responses by Twitter pals kimonostereo and typezero3. Who ever said that Twitter isn’t useful? Twitter pals have saved my bacon on more than one occasion! Do you Twitter? If not, you should!

More Champuru Videos…

On the way home from the office today, moving westbound, traffic was even more sluggish than usual. A faint glimpse of smoke up ahead, near the Waipahu off-ramp, did not bode well for weary commuters. As I drew closer, the smoke appeared dense and black, billowing from a Nissan truck that was already engulfed in huge flames. The driver was out of his vehicle a good distance away from the inferno, standing in the middle of the second lane from the right, directing cars to the left. Fire fighters and police were not yet on the scene. Apparently, the blaze started only minutes before.

As expected, people drove by slowly, rubbernecking the entire way. I had a fleeting thought about whipping out my camera to take a photo (or video) of the spectacle, but quickly came to my senses. All I could think about was moving as far away from the burning vehicle as quickly as possible. All of those impressive car explosions I’ve see in the movies came to mind and thoughts of flying shrapnel and flaming truck parts caused me to step on my gas pedal just a little harder as I drove by.

Witnessing such spectacular display of automotive malfunction almost made me happy to fork out $1400 to repair my car this past Saturday. Keeping my car well-maintained (at least internally) is important, especially since driving in rush hour traffic can take its toll. Just don’t ask me how often I wash and wax my car. To my credit, I do try to get it to a car wash before the build up of grime starts affecting my gas mileage. Lucky for me, dirt isn’t flammable.