The smell of the sea air.
The warmth of the sun here.
OH, GOD, a PUG is humping my leg!!
Am home at last.
Woke up extra early this morning (silly me) to finish last minute errands only to find that eight (8) inches of snow had fallen during the night. Oh goody. Woke husband to inform him of bad news which started a flurry (heh) of phone calls and two-way radio blaring to get his guys set up and plowing.
The husband and I decided 10 minutes later that there was no way we were going to leave today, so now have extra 24 hours to pack all the crap I forgot and go to bookstore and buy books for trip.
Hair turned out quite well. Was a hit at banquet last night. I wore a new little black dress and boots as it was -67F or so. Banquet wasn't quite as boring as I thought, but by 8:00 pm when the stage was prepared for the post-dinner entertainment, I got the heck out of there, leaving the husband to hitch a ride with his brother. I wasn't going to stick around and watch the barmy mentalist/hypnotist get people to pretend they were racecars or animals in a zoo. The husband came home with two of the guy's CDs tucked under his arm. Greaaaaaaaaat. Perhaps I can use it to my advantage.
Have to now rebook rooms for a day later and call BF and inform her of late arrival.
Am going insane.
Was up until 2-ish trying to sort suitcases and house. Woke up crabbier than usual and annoyed that a little fairy didn't arrive to finish up work while I slept.
The eldest boy drove me insane this morning as he waited to head out to his exam at 10:15 am. After bumming more money offme, he pestered me with facts and figures about the newest video games out for PS2 versus the Xbox. Aggh, go AWAY.
Now that he's out the door, I can actually work, but instead I'm too tired to think, so I just stared at Hair and wondered why the hell I look like a hirstute lesbian from the backwoods of Arkansas. Am hideous. Called stylist and begged for an appointment since he gave me this stupid coiffure and it's ALL HIS FAULT.
Haven't partaked in the breakfast meal as we are out of eggs and the husband decided to take my car into the mechanic to get the oil changed. Now I have no way of getting self to store other than walking, which is just a ridiculous suggestion as it's -47 F outside with a windchill of -124 F or something stupid. Hate winter. Hate responsible husband getting car ready for travel. Hate that I have too much work and the husband is forcing me to go to his dumb banquet tonight.
Mother called last night to inform me that she is most likely moving back to Albuquerque this spring, where I helped her moved to 9 years ago. She then promptly moved back to Reno in 6 months. Had two spend a hellish two weeks in car with her while her cat meiowed constantly, pooed intermittently and escaped at all the truckstops. Then had to endure tour of the Grand Canyon, while insane mother insisted that we hike down to the bottom, only for me to half drag/ half push her all the way back up in delightful 90F heat. Was not the most comely girl around after arriving back at top of precipice.
Informed mother that I will be BUSY for whole of spring, so she must find replacement offspring to help her move. This didn't faze her at all since I'm an only child and am always guilty as hell. Am going to have to resort to screening her calls and having the children answer in a foreign tongue, explaining that we've moved and there was no forwarding phone number.
Must go pretend I'm working and then remove idiotic cats from inside suitcases.
In more ways than one.
Survived mega-meeting last night. Dragged on forever. Ack. Have now 7 new things I must do before I can leave with a clear conscience. Oh goody.
Am off to an early birthday lunch with the girls, as I won't be here to celebrate on actual day. Am ordering loads o' wine and yummy crab stuffed portobellos as a treat.
Just discovered in my work-induced haze that I have two brand-new copies of Amanda Ford's book Retail Therapy: Life Lessons Learned while Shopping. If you are a, uhm, shopaholic like moi, just let me know and I'll send it your way along with some beachy items.
Am a witty, whirling dervish. Have accomplished more in past 24 hours than during whole of Christmas holidays. Have approached my delightfully stuffed Day-Timer with appropriate gravitas and have made serious dent. Thusly allowing me to do what any reality TV freak should do, watch American Idol.
I've emailed back three friends (you can stop snarking now, you whiners), sent out my Christmas pics, ordered from Amazon, whipped up two queries, fleshed out yet another proposal, finished all my laundry, sent the last of my thank-you notes, picked up the thank-you wine for my speakers and organized self for tonight's meeting. Threw some healthy food products together for family's meal tonight and even curled daughter's hair.
Have no clue what I'll wear tonight as it's freezing outside and I'm going to look hideous in whatever outfit I pick. After getting all be-scarfed, hatted and 100-denier tight-ed up, I'll be waltzing around like the Michelin man.
OOH, got lovely swag in mail today. Is most adorable necklace from new/youngish designer girlz (as they bill themselves) with v. fun price tags. The catalog is so well-done and I may be doing some shopping (heh) for my famulous friends from it. Sure beats what I got a few weeks ago: a box of (bleccch-y) health bars and some sort of seaweed shake.
Must think of good outlet to pitch this story. (thinkthinkthink)
M-i-l has called me 73 times in past two days. Is most annoying. She thinks I'm her resident computer geek/therapist/Atkin's cheerleader. Am starting to screen her calls until she calms the hell down. I think it's the whole impending trip thing. She's all a-twitter. Oy.
We told the two younger kids last night that we are leaving for Florida on Saturday. The middle boy ran a victory lap around the house screaming "We are going to Disney-Yippeeeeeeeee!", while the daughter asked if she could start packing. A diva in the making, no doubt. The eldest child then proceeded to whine about why we told the younger two as it was giving him a headache. Puh-leeze.
Must run and keep working while the momentum is going.
recovering from the GNO wine-fest on Friday lounging for a fair bit of the weekend, reading my last BritLit book (sniff) and revising my hideous to-do list, I've come up with some interesting thoughts about the world around me:
1. My husband is up to something again. He's what I like to call a surpriser. He bought me my last two vehicles without telling me (even though I'd picked them out), he planned this 3 week holiday for me and he's constantly coming home with some little bibelot for moi. He's sweet, but what the heck is he up to now?
2. My cats won't step a paw outside in the snow, but have no problem barfing on my kitchen throw rug or sniffing each other's bums. Can't wait to see what they start to do once the suitcases get pulled out.
3. The husband spends waaaay too much money on Ebay on Disney paraphenalia. Do we really need Walt's buttons or a Club 33 pin? I think not.
4. My boobs hurt. Could it be the new bras? Or the fact that I spent much of the weekend reposed on the couch reading books and admiring the dust/fur on my wood floors. Take that, gravity!
5. There are a whole lotta weird people in this world. You know who you are.
6. Who decided that the Pug was a cute dog? Why are they everywhere nowadays?
7. The more behind I get on emails, the less I want to return them. I wonder what my family will think when they get the Christmas piccies in June?
8. The daughter likes sparkles, perhaps a little too much. (As I look at my chest covered in glitter- I feel like Mariah in that cheesey movie.) Thankfully the boys don't. (My couches, on the other hand, are covered in it.)
9. I'm more excited about getting 3 weeks off than I let on. Beach, friends, fun. What more do I want?
10. I'm a horrible procrstinator despite resolving to be more timely. Have made amends to many friends and family as a result.
11. My bathroom is almost spa-like. Spent a good portion of weekend in tub relishing view. Votivo candle really helped with ambience. Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmm. That is, until a kid bangs on the door.
12. I've only got 38 more items to finish from my to-do list. Whooo-hoo!
And now back to my list, laundry and phone calls.
Muchas congratulations to Teamgirl for making it to week two. You go, gurlfren!
Am absolutey going barmy over workload and impending deadlines. Was up at 4:00 am with pounding heart and gooey brain trying to come up with a new lede for article. Was still up at 5:30-ish so just got out of bed and wrote stupid lede, revised the 27 underlined notes from the editor and sent that puppy off. Hope Miss Editor likes the fact that it was in her Inbox before 6:00 am.
Am feeling rather churlish about steady stream of deadlines and dreadful packing that must be done next week, so husband took me for lunch, no doubt trying to woo me. (Lissen up, buster! I had like 3.5 hours of sleep last night-I'm zonked No humpy for you.) I humored him just long enough to eat and then demanded to be driven home so I could send out 3 more interview requests and call yet another doctor. (Have spent good portion of life on phone waiting for some sort of professional to with which to chat.)
My to-do list has grown freakishly large. Am afraid that I will get sick right before Trip and then spend whole of trip coughing, aching and spreading germs all across the Sunshine State. May have to beg a few writerly friends into, ahem, helping me out on a few things. Not that I wouldn't pay! I'll post you some sand and my left-over suntan lotion.
[several hours later...]
The husband, sensing a major meltdown from moi, ran to mall and picked up some Coconut bath bubbles and Coconut Body Butter and then trotted home and drew me a heavenly tropical-y scented bath. I grabbed the Chardonnay and my book and headed in for a good hour. Am feeling much better and body is now scented and smooth. Have reprioritized my list and feel a wee bit better. May be able to actually sleep.
Got out of tub to find children fed and homeworked, so I called my writerly friend for a bitch session and decided that all wasn't sooo bad. She made some soothing noises and told me that I could accomplish everything I need to do and still get ready for Trip.
It's a balmy 3 F outside which is totally unacceptable, as children can't even play out of doors without freezing their collective heinies off. Husband is tired of calling his guys to snowplow every stinking night.
Have absolutely nothing else to impart. Am afraid my life is dreary and rather dull until I get out from mountain of work. Perhaps if I give thanks to the husband tonight for all his help, I'll divulge all sorts of pleasurable secrets (Keep Your Husband Hopelessly Happy: 28 New Positions to Try Tonight!)
Am too tired. Will just go watch CSI and hopefully fall asleep.
The husband went and purchased eggs for moi while I was in shower. Is a darling.
Had breakfast and am now sated, knowing that I didn't have to resort to tuna or an all-cheese breakfast.
Best friend from Florida rang last night to discuss impending Trip. We talked about where we'd eat (Sweet Tomatoes and Chilis, natch) and what we'd do (hit the mall, beach and go to the movies). She warned me about Jake, her Incredible Humping Dog (Shield the children's eyes!) and the fact that her oldest son plays the french horn now (toooot!) Can not wait to see her and
dump leave the children with the husband so we can enjoy some serious girlie time.
Her husband is away on business for the next two week in Boston, which I quickly told her was wonderful for her. I'd love to send my husband away for 2 weeks as he's driving me mad with the constant nattering on about our Trip. (the love for buying me eggs has waned.) Where will we go on the Trip? Do we need the 4 or 5 day parkhopper for the Trip? What should he pack for the Trip? Can you believe all the work he has to do before the Trip? Huh, huh, can you?
I've got two interviews scheduled this afternoon. Both doctors and both extremely nerdy. Okay, maybe not nerdy, just focused. I've got to drum up a few more sources for another article and work on my column. Oy. I've also got 13 invoices to send out so I can get paid sometime before March. I know I've procrastinated enough when an editor writes and asks for one. (I just hate invoicing. It's the utter shits, dahling. Should have married an accountant.)
Nice tropical backyard, huh?
Am working like mad whilst the snow piles up. All I want to do is jump under the duvet and watch FoodNetwork.
Am only fab friend who apparently is NOT sickly. PTL. No more kissies for that lot.
Husband is whisking me out to lunch and then to view a few properties for the second garden store they are looking to open. Fun-fun. Am bringing along a book and my article to revise so I won't die from boredom waiting for him.
Less than two weeks to go before the big trip. Ack!
1. Clean litter box as cats are to prissy to go outside in the snow.
2. Start soup for dinner.
3. Call AAA for a triptik and maps as the husband gets lost in a paper bag and I'd rather not waste time travelling around Kentucky looking for the interstate.
4. Send Lil Miss, Mme. Paquin and TeamGirl some pressies for being such non-whiners about their illnesses. By the time the packages get there, I'll be safely out of the country.
5. Organize notes for a press release, send out board member invites and plead with editor in NY to extend an article deadline by two days.
6. Cajole eldest child into shovelling walks. Do not want to trip/slip and hurt self (again).
7. Send thank you to girlfriend for the lovely dinner party on Saturday. Was grand and my liver is still enjoying the libations.