Friday, October 14, 2005
Pilots Are Sexy
TV Pilots that is. Especially when you have a break in your story and it starts to flow.
I actually got work done today because, weirdly enough, I'm putting time in my calendar to write. I realized if there's room in October for doctor appointments, preschool, trips to the cleaners, Sunday School teaching, birthday parties and car tune ups, there's room for my needs, too.
What a revelation.
Of course, I still got in some prime Mom Time as evidenced in the pictures above - a surprise for James' 34th birthday tomorrow. (And no, I'm not worried about him seeing it before the party because he doesn't check my blog on a consistent basis. Why? Because he has the whole "taking care of what James needs to do first" thing down. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I simply mean that, as a man, it's obvious that free time is spent attending to his needs first, and it's time I get on that train.)
As soon as I put on Thomas the Train for Nick.
And clean Sophie's toy train off so it doesn't mess the floors.
Which have serious tracks of dirt on them which I need to clean.
All before I finish my scheduled writing.
Other random notes:
I hope you feel better, Ceceila.
Bride To Be, congrats on your wedding last week. I wish you a wonderful honeymoon and years of wedded bliss. And when you get out of la la bride land, get your butt over here and take my pictures!
K - way to go on writing that book. I can't wait to edit it with you.
I am so sick of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt I could scream if I weren't already tired from screaming at my kids from runnining into everyone elses' photo sessions at the mall today.
I can't wait to see how Tom Cruise handles Katie Holmes' post pardum depression. I can see her now "I'm fat for the first time in my life! The father of my baby is a couch jumping cult member. I want to drown myself in Dawson's Creek but my huband says it's just hormones and to meditate. Okay... I'm meditating... about how screwed up I am. Where can I get one of those 'Free Katie' tee shirts? I'd scream, but we had a silent birth. Damn scientologists."