Thursday, February 15, 2007
Let Them Eat Cheesecake
My husband, who is a man of little words, sat down next to me near the computer tonite. He's trying very hard to ask me about my day, how I am feeling, how I did with the kids. Basically, he's doing quite the opposite of what his Star Trek computer chipped robot brain had programmed him to do for the first 30 years of life and dealing with how it has been forever befuddled in the Confusion Chamber since his Microsoft Windows shipped crash landed onto the Planet of Crazy Artist Wife.
I had to laugh, because after about the fifth "Oh, that's great, babe" he says, "Don't take this the wrong way, but that picture of you? From your blog? That is really really, well, not to be blunt, horrific."
Hmmmm, nothing blunt about that.
I asked him why. His response: "You look like you're trying to do some cheesecake pose to show off your new hair, and that's not really you." He then added (saving him) "You're so much prettier."
So, in a nod to my husband (and I'm so sick of fighting with this damn photo deal, so don't expect a change any time soon as it feels so self absorbed... which it is... but I hate that) I am putting in a classic family shot taken at Mrs. V's son's party last year. (Side note: The theme was "Construction", hence the tape. But me? Oh, no. I see "DANGER" tape across the front door in daunting bumble bee yellow & black. So I stand there 15 minutes thinking I came on the wrong day, "Maybe their pipes burst?... Maybe a gas leak?" Oy......)
On random notes: Think good thoughts for KD in San Francisco who is hoping to become KD of Sacramento very soon with her first home purchase. Good luck! The Vespa Club and Dykes on Bikes won't know what hit them!
Mrs. V - thank you for watching Pipsqueak today so I could sit at Kaiser and be told that, yes, my toe is fractured, but no, they can't do anything about it. I would have much rather had them do nothing about it over the phone so I could thrift shop, but that's fine.
Speaking of thrifting, thank you to my online writers' forum friends who turned me onto two possible gigs this week - one for a national online site looking for (and this is such a stretch for me) a mother who blogs who can do things on the cheap. Say it with me as a rhyme, people: "I have just one thing to say! N-I-R-V-A-N-A!" If they don't at least consider me I will just bury my head in sauna of Diet Coke and spit patuey on the gods who have it in for me because that job would be PERFECT for me!!!!!!!
Cecelia, little news junkie, thanks to you, I am reading the newspaper once a week. It might only be the Sunday paper. It might take me a week to read it cover to cover, but I do it. Car ads, Real Estate, Coupons, West Magazine, Parade, even the crossword (I am so proud... I figured out 5 of of 99 boxes... I'm a freakin' genius.)
Bride That Was - Thank you for submitting my script to whoever you submit it to and having faith in me. I love that.
Kids are asleep. Rex is studying German. I am having a most excellent Ebay week - I think I sold $39.28 so far. Woooooooo! I am not doing well on the caffeine this today (unless you count 3 Diet cokes and 3 cups of coffee as doing well) hence this rambling post. But if feels good to feel good.
Keep me posted, everyone!