My most brilliantly horrible ideas come to me in the wee hours of the morning. I’mma start a meetup group, or record “Inhale” on the Oxygen network so I can do yoga again, or “I should really blog about addictions to destructive people because that’s what’s happening on DOOL,” or finally, “I should blog (do we notice a trend here?) about stupid women.” These are the thoughts that plague me around 4am, when I’m pinned down by at least one...
I done caught the fever. The insanity. The wonderment and jazz of the end-of-year holiday blitz. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, either, since I’m generally scoffy at any and all mainstream events that cause parking lots to become war zones and muzak to blast from the depths of my neighbor’s manger scene. Have I mentioned the muzak manger? Its hot. Really, really hot. I believe I may have mentioned that I did not get the Christmas tree of my dreams, having been overthrown...
Granted, when I think that I have nothing to do, I still have a million things to do, but since I finished up the term on Thursday and cut back on a whole lot of other projects I’d been half-assed doing, it really feels like I have nothing to do. In fact, yesterday, I actually wrote… alone, in my bedroom, for about three hours. Craziness. I deemed this past weekend my “nothing” weekend, which consisted of shopping, dinner, a holiday light show, cooking, cooking and watching...
1. Wake up, resolute to finish paper before 3pm, so homework time with the kids isn’t something monstrous. 2. Use preschool time to gather thoughts, drink coffee, post thoughts on blogging on forum based on links in paper. Chew ice, freeze, get in car early and blast heat. 3. Come back from preschool, throw on movie and promise to decorate tree tomorrow after paper is done. Chew ice, eat hummus, freeze, make chai #1, wish Starbucks would deliver. 4. Recall that there is a mommy date tonight,...
Let them eat cake… or chips… or cheese straws… or whatever happens to be in the kitchen at the time eight adults and six kids join the six people already living in my house during the weirdest snow storm I’ve seen since moving to NoVa six years ago. There’s nothing like “blowing your mind” at the beginning of December with your closest online friends, who are honestly more like family, and who leave you with an exploded house and a big grin on your very tired,...
