Dinner with The Braxtons and Bingo with Boys who Dress Like Girls

01.11.12

This week has been extraordinary with opportunity falling from the sky and I’m smart enough to capitalize on just one thing then I’ll be a very happy lady. I’ve tried saying yes more than no lately and it’s leaving me absolutely exhausted.

Earlier this week I had a group of women here to talk about blogging and some other super secret stuff. Of course Debbie was one of them and she brought Fresh Brothers Pizza to feed the masses. Jane is totally addicted to their Greek Salad, Alexander and Mr G are hooked on the wings and now I think I’ll have to schlep out to get more. It’s interesting, Debbie has made Fresh Brothers the official food sponsor of Los Angeles blogging. Remember the stories they told you about drug dealers that gave you a sample to get you hooked?

Junior saw twenty odd women and wasted no time in hopping from lap to lap. I had to take him for a grooming because he smelled a little bit like the perfume counter but in a very bad way. Too many scents on that little dog.

Tonight I’m having dinner with the Braxtons (all of them) and from there I’m headed to Hamburger Mary’s for Drag Queen bingo with a friend and her mother… it should be a sight to behold.

Alexander had his braces an hour ago and he’s been eating chewy candy for the first time in two years.

The book is starting to look as a book ought to look. My big concern is that I need to maintain both blog and book. It’s going to be a herculean effort but I’m pretty sure I can do it.

Actually. I need a wife.

A Hodgepodge

03.1.10

Things with Alexander are better, we had a bit of a blowout and I yelled at him. He didn’t yell back, which is good. It’s not good that I yelled at him, because I hate being the yelling mom, but I absolutely refuse to be the mom of the kid who doesn’t listen. He’s a good little boy, he’s testing the limits, and we’re providing them. I try to take cues from my husband who is so thoughtful. Before the kids turn on the PlayStation he asks them, “how much time do you think you need?” and then he sets the timer. I’ve just been setting the timer. Adding the step that empowers them has been helpful. When they were littler I used to remember that, now I fear we’re all running at so fast a pace that I’m forgetting the details of being their mother.

Krista came over and we sipped wine in the middle of the day (4pm), half a dozen (or more) kids ran in and out of the house, and I installed my new ceiling light. Our girls have been friends since diapers, and Krista remembers Alexander’s birth. There’s magic when the kids get together, I love it.

My friend Tanis was told by a PR rep at Blissdom that she’s too edgy, feral even to work with publicists. If Tanis was a better listener she would know that girls like us shouldn’t cross the Mason-Dixon line. Oh, but Tanis is Canadian, so she might not have known that. I mean, how could she possibly know? She’s busy decorating her Ivory Tower as she has won the 2010 Bloggies at THE BEST CANADIAN BLOGGER. Conversations like that just reaffirm for me that the best Bloggers has little to no use for Publicists. Mommy Hawkers (review only bloggers) are probably the best match for the fake Louboutin PR crowd that dominates in the blogosphere.

I went to the gym this morning to get on the elliptical. Well, actually I go to the gym to watch TV. It’s lame, I know. A run would do me more good than an hour on the elliptical, but sometimes I just want to watch TV. Of course I couldn’t because all the TV plugs don’t work at the gym. I should stop blogging and tell them, because I care about that. After my workout I passed by a smoothie chain and I thought I’d pop in and get one. In the store were two women and myself. One was at the cash register and one was behind her, coughing, a lot. In fact, she was coughing into her hand. After I decided on on one of four smoothies that weren’t comprised mostly of sherbet (which makes them into milkshakes), I handed the cashier my $4.35 and watched the coughing one begin to make the smoothie with neither a hand washing nor a set of gloves. I told her I changed my mind, and that I’d like my money back please. Unlike the gym, smoothies aren’t a big part of my life. I’m not going to complain to a manager (I’m pretty sure one of them was the manager) because I don’t care. I’ll be perfectly content to skip the smoothies altogether, as I probably have 3 a year. The opposite of love is not hate, the opposite of love is indifference. As I walked out of the store I heard the two girls talking about the “crazy lady”, um… I’d get bugged about that, but again, they’re coughing in a smoothie shop all day.

I’m playing with YouTube more and more. I’d love it if you subscribed. I promise no super long videos. Double dog swear. I have a terrible case of YouTuberculosis and I blame Ben Hughes. It’s highly contagious and clicking here just might transmit it.

Kenmore has provided me a Washer and Dryer to review. They arrived on Friday, and I ran out to get HE laundry soap so I could get started. While I was at the grocery store I started sniffing the laundry detergents, because I wasn’t sure what sort of flowers my husband should smell like. Well, I got distracted and came home with regular laundry soap. Although some people might think it’s a crummy way to start, I thought that a mountain of laundry suds was kind of funny. I’ve since bought the HE soap and I’m deeply ashamed that our clothes have been dirty this long.

I’m turning 40 this month. My husband is asking me what I want for my birthday. Nothing. Really. I do have it all, and the things I don’t have I never really wanted. He’s asking if I want a party? Nope, nothing sounds less appealing than playing hostess on my birthday. What about a small one? Oh good, then I can’t even get lost in a crowd. Maybe I want to take a trip? Well, I’d love to ski, but I’m not into spending the money. I looked around for ski trips, and found the Snowmamas, which raises more questions than answers. Do I trust any of those reviews? I went on over to Skidazzle (which is a group I’ve always trusted) and I’m wondering, do I want to review my family vacation for you? Why should I? Why shouldn’t I? Again, I’m struggling with privacy and authenticity. Every time I show up in a group of Mom Bloggers (which is less and less often) I hear the same refrain, “If I don’t have anything nice to say, I won’t write a review.” Really? How is that helpful? And how the hell did I go from turning 40 to (once again) noting that too many people can be bought and paid for? In some circles Yelp is no better.

The book is killing me. I’m writing like crazy, but I don’t think I’ll be done by the time I’m 40. This is depressing. Everything about it is depressing. I mean, if I put the kids in daycare I could be done in four weeks, but really? Why? I’d rather play with my kids, which is not what a publisher wants to hear…

I Married A Writer

12.26.09

When we met he was a screenwriter, and the first year of marriage had his writing as well. Directing was his true passion, but writing was the stepping stone that would take him there.

Those first years I watched my husband create characters and story lines. He changed with each script, morphing into a vehicle for the characters.

I know what real writing looks like, and I know I’m not a real writer.

Still when my husband starts a new project he will go to the stationary store and buy a leather bound notebook. Almost always it is black with sturdy pages. He reverts into his creative self, only now he has production to think of at the same moment. He is a gifted man.

I’m writing a book. There, I said it out loud. I’m writing a book, and I have everyone in place to support me. Emotionally, creatively, grammatically and fiscally, I’ve got a team.

I stood in CVS at ten o’clock, the day after X-Mas looking for a leather bound notebook. The aisles were ravaged by the holidays, and the stationary section was completely removed.

I bought a journal, with flowers on it. The pages are heavy and sturdy, and now it’s my job to fill them.