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The alarm clock downstairs rang announcing today was the day for High School Musical 3 and the mini-superstar living in our basement. Today was the big day. My second child was selected as an "extra" in the filming of High School Musical 3 . Oh, he was excited. He took forever getting ready. Shower, then an extra-long facial, followed by hair gel, hair spray, and my guess, cologne as well. He put on his brown cargo pants and Abercrombie and Fitch shirt and loaded his backpack with his change of clothes. And then, at 8:30 am he stood in the kitchen all gussied up with backpack on and ready. We had to tell him that check-in wasn't for 2-hours and settle in. I think he was sure the clocks had stopped. The excitement was killing him. Finally, it was time to go. As my husband covered instructions with him, what the money was for, where to meet for pick up, where the payphone was, here's your lunch, blah, blah, blah....my son's only response was, "Can

Today the phone call came that, by my son's accounts, will make him a STAR (perhaps only at our house). My 15 year old dreams of being famous. He has since he was too young to talk. He doesn't care what it is that makes him a household name, he just wants to have SUPERSTAR attached at the beginning or end of his name. So for his birthday two weeks ago we paid for a membership to a movie extra site in our local area. It wasn't anything extravagant, but it was well worth the dreams that filled our boy's head. Endless ideas on their calling. His accepting. Yada, yada, yada. Well, it happened. They called him. High School Musical 3. It was glorious. Truly it was. He printed the consent form. Got right to work on deciding what he would wear. When he decided on a Hollister shirt he stressed that perhaps "they" would be mad because it was a brand name. Then we fussed over our hair...combed to the side? like we just got out of bed? faux mohawk? par

We were giddy and today we learned Sometimes Waiting Isn't the Worst Thing. My grandma called this morning around 11am. She had some errands to run and then she'd be by to visit. She comes over once a week. I usually do her hair and we drink coffee and enjoy being women . My two smaller children were so excited. They refused to nap exclaiming they were waiting for " Charlotte the Great "! By Noon, they were wired from their sleepiness and in need of a nap. So, I promised when Charlotte the Great came, I'd wake them up. By 1pm I was restless. Where was she? My stomach was upset, I contributed this to the six pieces of Hershey's Bliss I'd devoured while waiting. And still...I waited. I really had no place to go, but by 1:30 pm I was feeling like I was late. Like I needed to be somewhere. I think I was just bored and looking forward to "girl time" had me anxious. Then it happened. About 1:57 pm the phone rang. My Grandma on the o