Oops I Did It Again

I forgot to blog yesterday and I can't even blame it on whiskey. I have absolutely no excuse especially because Luisa left the house with the kids at 9:30 a.m. and did not return until 6:30 p.m. That's right - I had all day to write. I did write - I just didn't blog. Kelly should have taken the coffee mug rather than this month of blogging every day since I've shorted her two days. But, let us not dwell! Let's talk about having 9 hours alone because that is a very nice thing. Yesterday, I wandered through the quiet house and did whatever I wanted. I wrote. I goofed around on the internet. I wrote some more. I ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. I took a shower with no risk of interruption. It was so blissful. Then, I remembered that all of my days used to be like that before I had kids. It can be dangerous to get a glimpse of your life as it used to be because you just want more of it. I had 9 hours and then I wanted 9 more and 9 more after that and then I wanted ALL THE HOURS! But, alas, I am a mom and the children always come back...much like the Cat in the Hat. Kids are noisy and bossy and demanding. They can also be sweet and funny and cuddly. For example, Friday night, we had some friends over and the kids spontaneously dressed up like pirates and Miguel grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and bounced into the dining room pretending to swig from it while yelling, "Argh matey!" That is some funny stuff. Without kids, I wouldn't have had that moment. Mostly because Luisa refuses to dress up like a pirate for me. She's so cruel. So, my point is that you take the good; you take the bad; you take them both and there you have...kids. But let us not dwell!

Today, we went to the Art Sled Rally held right here in our little park. There were lots of great sleds and it made me want to make one next year. Whatever design I come up with will have bucket seats full of foam to protect me arse. Check out our pics here.

Earn Your Keep, People!

Did I tell you that I want to write a book? I think I might have mentioned that a million or so times but I'm not sure. Well, I met with my advisor through the Foreword program this morning and I think I am now going to write a book. Maybe. We'll see. Aren't I the picture of confidence? We talked about themes in my writing and then she asked about the stories I haven't told. She wondered if long-time readers of this blog had things they wanted me to write about and I admitted that I had absolutely no idea but this is a problem that is easily fixed, right? So, this is me asking you very seriously to think about a few questions:

Is there anything you have ever wanted to ask me? Is there a story that you wanted to know more about? Are there topics that you wish that I would cover? Is there anything you've been curious about but never mentioned?

Now is the time for everyone to come forward and comment. You don't have to be witty and entertaining - just answer the questions above or say anything you want about what you've read here. I promise that I won't bug you for feedback all the time but these are questions that only you can answer. So, go forth into the comment section and talk to me. Tomorrow, we'll get back to the important stuff like whether or not Ali's Volvo has a way back and if Amy K. finally took those clothes in the trunk to the Salvation Army.

Well Hello There

You know what sucks? Don't think too hard because I'm gonna tell you what sucks. When your girlfriend takes your two adorable yet rambunctious children to see a play so that you can stay home and clean the bathrooms. Wait - that's not the sucky part yet because I don't mind staying home. What sucks is that I promised myself a couple of glasses of wine  after I finished cleaning the bathrooms because we had an open bottle and, unlike vodka, wine really does go bad after it's open for awhile and when I popped open the bottle there was only enough for a half a glass. I could have opened another bottle of wine but that seemed so decadent. In the end, it's probably for the best because I am meeting with my advisor from the Loft in 11 hours. I don't think I ever told you about my interview for the Foreword program. I had no idea how to prepare for the interview so I didn't prepare at all. Then, when I got there, they asked me a lot of questions. I could answer most of them but then they asked, "What do you expect to get out of this program in terms of your technical skills?" and I did not have an answer for that very simple question. I fell silent and then I started laughing and said, "Wow. That is a really good question and I wish that I had thought about that before now but, unfortunately, I did not."  I told them I would have to think about it and eventually answered though I don't remember what I said. I mention this story now because I find myself in a similar situation. I haven't prepared anything for this meeting. I might have to come up with a different response, however. I'm thinking I might go with, "Excuse me? I can't hear you over the espresso machine and the pulsing of my own angst."

So, it's after 10 p.m. now. It seems like a good time to write something for that morning meeting. I'm sure I can whip out 20 pages of quality literature before I fall asleep on the keyboard, right?