Monday, September 06, 2004
Are we having fun yet?
As 3 day weekends go, this one's turning out to be only so-so. C took a tumble at the park yesterday and busted a lip and smashed back a tooth (MAJOR frantic mommy moment) but the tooth isn't loose, and the pedi on call said to give a pediatric dentist a call on Tuesday (yes, TUESDAY, b/c of the aforementioned 3 day w.e). My poor baby! She's doing okay, but today we added tummy trouble, so I currently have a toddler who fell asleep on the living room couch at 5 and shows no signs of stirring before morning.
As for me, I decided to be an uber-wife on Friday and mowed the lawn. BIG mistake. Big. Big. HUGE. a) I'm now having the allergy attack from hell; it's settled in my chest, my nose is raw, and 99% of the time I'm walking around the house w/ kleenex shoved up my schnoz. It's not pretty. b) our neighbor came over to introduce himself (nice man) and mid-way through the conversation I realized that I was standing in a FIRE ANT bed. My ankles (and 2 spots on my stomach and one on my inner thigh) are lovely little red welts now. This is what I get for trying to keep the lawn tidy.
And as I was pushing the lawnmower under the shrubs, something skittered. A huge tarantula! This was not the shocker it might have been b/c my friend Craig uncovered one when he and his Diesel truck came over to help rip up a railroad tie garden thingie in our now-sodded back yard. (Craig, bless him, transplanted the critter to behind the storage shed). The one in the backyard was all black. This new one had a brown body, and looked much like this guy I found on the web: http://www.pbase.com/image/20986430 Naturally, this corner of the house is where my office is. Now I imagine Mr. T hanging out outside my window..... And isn't it just so special that I've seen TWO of the little devils. Have I mentioned I'm not crazy about spiders????
You know, all this started b/c I affirmatively decided to take the w.e. off from work and to do only house things (we've been in the house since July; we're still not completely unpacked. I'd hit the breaking point). It's not exactly a case of no good deed goes unpunished, but maybe no good work goes unavoided? I don't know.
In the good news department, I have singlehandedly kept The Container Store in business for another month. We bought the innards for a closet and one of those cool tables w/ the butcher-type drawing paper for C. Discovered that a Crate & Barrel is coming to Austin. YAY!!!
Managed to get the television hooked up in the bedroom (trust me; this is harder than it sounds) and I think the house is pretty much done except for (gulp) my study. OK, actually, that's a total lie. C's room is no where near done. At this rate, we're looking at, oh, say, college.
Since C was feeling puny today, I got a lot of reading done. Oh, really, Julie, you ask, what are you reading? Well, I'll tell you. I'm reading my crit partner Kathleen O'Reilly's revised manuscript for The Diva's Guide To Selling Your Soul. I've loved this book since she shot me the first few pages and asked for my opinion (thumbs up !). And since I just popped over to KO's website, and she doesn't have the back cover copy up yet (tsk tsk) here's the back cover copy. Seriously, this one's coming out in April 2005. Mark your calendars. It's totally fab!
Don’t hate me because I'm beautiful . . .
Call me V. I used to be a nobody, just a girl from New Jersey who was probably going to hell anyway—or worse, mediocrity and a size 14. Now I get whatever I desire just by casting a little spell . . . a flawless body, a luxury penthouse, and a Fifth Avenue shop where rich women clamor for my overpriced handbags. Even better, I have power. I can taunt my ex-husband, break hearts without guilt, and love every minute of it. My secret? I lost the one thing I never needed in the first place: my soul. I sold it. And you’ll never guess who’s got it now.
She’s a devil in disguise.
You know her as the dishiest gossip columnist in the city’s trashiest tabloid. I call her Lucy. And our deal is this: the more clients I recruit for her Life Enrichment Program, the greater my rewards. But just between us, my fast track to heartless apathy has hit a few speed bumps—lately, I’ve had the totally annoying impulse to do things that are . . . good. First there was rescuing a kid in the park. Then there was the date with the handsome, decent guy who wasn’t even a celebrity. What’s next, giving to charity or something? All I know is Lucy doesn’t like it, not one little bit. And when she finds out, there will be hell to pay. . . .
Call me V. I used to be a nobody, just a girl from New Jersey who was probably going to hell anyway—or worse, mediocrity and a size 14. Now I get whatever I desire just by casting a little spell . . . a flawless body, a luxury penthouse, and a Fifth Avenue shop where rich women clamor for my overpriced handbags. Even better, I have power. I can taunt my ex-husband, break hearts without guilt, and love every minute of it. My secret? I lost the one thing I never needed in the first place: my soul. I sold it. And you’ll never guess who’s got it now.
She’s a devil in disguise.
You know her as the dishiest gossip columnist in the city’s trashiest tabloid. I call her Lucy. And our deal is this: the more clients I recruit for her Life Enrichment Program, the greater my rewards. But just between us, my fast track to heartless apathy has hit a few speed bumps—lately, I’ve had the totally annoying impulse to do things that are . . . good. First there was rescuing a kid in the park. Then there was the date with the handsome, decent guy who wasn’t even a celebrity. What’s next, giving to charity or something? All I know is Lucy doesn’t like it, not one little bit. And when she finds out, there will be hell to pay. . . .
And now (ahem) back to me. Big week ahead, but I'm not starting a dang thing until Tuesday. 3 day w.e., remember? I'm hoping C is better tomorrow (we promised her a picnic) and then Tuesday we MAY be doing that dentist thing (will be calling first thing in the a.m.). Other than that, I'm working on my Blaze (loving this story, yay!), revising the Novella That Wouldn't End (remember? It finally ended and the revisions aren't that bad! Yay!), and finishing up work on the synopsis for my Bride book. I have a stack of Bridal mags next to my chair in our library. So far, D has not shot me any odd looks... Then again, I dropped about $100 on books about monsters and demons and vamps at Borders the other day. That earned me no looks either...
I'm putting notes together for an article on characterization. I'll be doing snippets on the blog (not exactly multitasking, more like multifunction. but hey. it works). Stay tuned ...
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