It Pays to Have Good Manners
I'm all partied out. After two long parties for Alex, one with largish boys with deepening voices and one at my in-laws with grandchildren running amok, I refuse to entertain again. Well, at least until next week.....because that's right, it's my birthday exactly one week from today. And I couldn't have gotten a better b-day gift early than I did on Saturday. I am officially a stringer for a national magazine! Yeah, baby! A girlfriend of mine who used to be an editor for a mag that I used to write for recently moved to a shiny new position at a national pub. I emailed her a congrats (because that's what you do, kids. It's called networking.) Anyway, she asked me to get together with her over lunch this week to discuss some projects she wants to assign. Hee. Am so pleased.
I also just got an email from a new-to-me glossy with contract and a serious boostafazoo in pay. :-) I decided this time to negotiate and see if I could go up a few schenkels. The only caveat is that it's a shortie deadline so I really have gotta do some serious time mangement these next few week. I have four deadlines in the next two weeks. Ack!
And.......this just in: One of my regular editors that I write for just sent me an email with two assignments for his spring issue. Holy Guacamole, today has been a faboo day! Makes up for the grouchy lady I had to put up with at Wal-mart this morning. And Alex's wacked out diabetes. This morning he looked so peaked and unwell, but since today is his actual b-day he was dying to go to school. Of course, I'm the psycho overly caring mother by insisting he do his blood sugar twice, but hey, too bad, buster!
Things have really come along since my last b-da. I was so stifled, both physically and mentally. BUT, I've crawled out of that hole and things are looking up. (cue music: It's Raining Men ala BJ) And I'm so overjoyed to find out that view wasn't the wrong one, either. As I've noticed from quite a few other writerly blogs is that we are all thinking the same thing. heh heh.
The other good news (it's just in abundance today!) is that I've lost another 2lbs. It was difficult fending off delish chocolate cake, but I made up for in self-esteem this a.m.
Have wonderfully fabulous news! In the midst of cleansing house for eldest offspring's b-day, I got a fantastically wonderful phone call. Am dancing around with vacuum nozzle in delight!
More soon, must tidy abode in preparation of seven hormone-riddled boys to shout and eat their way through my house. Lovely.
Am still v. excited!
I'm going to kill the Pillsbury Doughboy. Some freak bought the cutesy little slice and bake cookies, made by our friend, Doughboy, and put them in my fridge. (Ok, it was me, but they were for the kids, man) You know the ones that don't include anything BUT artificial ingredients? The one with the leering little bunny? Yeah. Those are the ones. The very same cookies that I've been eating for the past ten minutes. Oh, did I mention I'm on the Atkin's diet and I don't eat flour or sugar? Yeah, right! I haven't had one bite of either carbo-laden food since September and I've lost 62lbs because of it. And now that stupid little Doughboy is taunting me with his unwholesome cookie-flavored product.
I think I need a jumbo glass of wine to wash it down.
Speaking of whine, I'm going to my in-laws for dinner tonight. Apparently she (the m-i-l) has left--overs to dish out to us tonight in lieu of a real meal. Which is fine, because I'm now full from the stupid little bunny cookies, but that's besides the point. Why invite someone over if you are only going to give them that was cooked like, uhm, 3 days ago? Eww. At least while I'm there, I get to have a drink. Because Lord knows, having dinner with your in-laws requires a drink. A big one. Oh, and the War is still going on, so I may as well have a glass because of it. See, it helps to be slightly inebriated while dining with family because inevitably someone asks the dreaded question.
"So, what are you writing these days?" (note: is usually said with a slight tilt to head and in an annoyingly perky tone.) Ugh. Like I need to hear that.
So, when I launch into my latest projects, I watch their eyes flutter and then annoying question #2 arrives.
"So, when is that book gonna be published?" Which is usually followed by a couple of jolly "ho-ho-ho's" and a big goofy smile.
Non-writerly folk just don't get it.
Do you ever wish you could kick the MS Office(tm) assistant just once? Or shoot them with a specially designed MS Office (tm) ray gun? Or maybe just bloody them a little. Nothing too morbid. sheesh. Eons ago, I got rid of my little cat permanently, but this weekend I started Front Page (I KNOW ALREADY!) and needed, well, a question or two answered. Hence, the little pissing dog arrived. I promptly turned him into a cat, because let's face it, either you are a DOG person or a CAT person. Just guess, would ya?
I heard from a close friend from college tonight. So close we haven't talked in well.. months. Like maybe 7 months. Okay, so I'm a loser. BUT, I feel vindicated in even chatting with her. She called ME. I'm special and important.She felt the need to get out of NYC, and I felt the need to ask why the hell she wasn't there protesting the WAR, g'damnit. She's Israeli for god's sakes.
Anyway, the husband is now home and my fun time is now ended. So much for websites. So much for fabgirls. So much for ANYTHING. I almost jumped into my Rendezvous and drove off into the sunset towards my cool-ass friends in Rochester, just to avoid normalcy for.. well.. once.
OMG, it's almost Trading Spaces time. And that means I have to stake out my spot on da couch and pretend that it's just a normal Saturday. Not a WAR-going-on-Saturday.
Time for a bit of Frank-Doug-Genevieve-Hildy-land-o-fakeness. Oh, and that crazy Ty. Wonder what antics he'll be up to tonight.