Tuesday, December 30, 2003


I feel like I am incapable of creating in a vacuum. Even though I KNOW I would get so much more accomplished if I could just sit at my notebook, I am so insecure I need some instant gratification of people reading my work. Maybe I'll start posting it here.
I guess it could be argued thats the whole point of writing-for someone to read whatever it is. But shouldn't I have the patience to re-read and offer up the best I can offer rather than works in progress?
I read some very inspiring work today, some Maxine Hong Kingston and Alice Walker. I had some deep thoughts but no notebook to write them in.
I keep thinking to myself I would be happier if I were writing regularly. That I wouldn't feel so clogged.


Its been so wonderful to have an adult to talk to during the day. I love Sophie to pieces but complete sentences are fun too.

I felt a little conflicted about the holidays this year. I was really happy that we weren't rushing madly through malls and other crazed shoppers but I also didn't feel like it was Christmas. I felt better once the tree and decorations were up, because well, I love colorful, tacky glitzy decorations. We don't go overboard but I enjoy what we have so far. One day I would like to be one of those crazy people with astronomical electricity bills because they have a bazillion lights...

I was really pleased that the Spa Day was such a hit. Everyone enjoyed it so much they want to make it a monthly event. I guess massage will do that to a woman.We chose shiatsu massage and we were very pleased with it. Mike happily massaged 7 women and 1 guy right in a row.
I've never been to a hoity toity spa but I can say I enjoy it in the comfort and casual atmosphere of my home.

It was a difficult week before Christmas because Sophie got sick with one of the lesser flus. Eric did too but it hardly phased him. Soph was miserable all week. A relentless low grade fever and two nights of a high fever. Coughing, snottiness and not wanting to leave the sofa. I was her second skin. High fever nights were no fun. she didn't do anything, not even tell us "no". I was SO relieved when she started to get perky again.

Although it appears I'll have to get used to stepping away from Christmas shopping insanity, I enjoyed the lower key immensely. I think next year I may even try my hand at making some gifts. Our ornament making party seemed extra fun this year becasue we could relax and enjoy each others' company and not feel that we should be shopping.

I'm feeling so wierd about Soph growing up. She has weaned it appears. Which delights me becasue we're sleeping better but its her first real step away from me. Thats hard.

She is already behaving as a terrible two although she isn't yet. "No" is the prime part of her vocabulary and she's trying to do everything by herself. Cute but can be infuriating too.

I'm loving the time with Carm. He's had a big chunk of time off and I love having his company. We may not be inseparable on the sofa but we can hug and kiss when it strikes us and he can lend a hand w/Soph so I can finish a thought.

I had a fantasy about totally clutter freeing the house. That won't happen but we did get some things done.

and writing on any consistent basis is a fantasy too. Partly out of my own laziness and partly because of distractions.

I'm tired of feeling like I don't get anything pleasurable accomplished and I 'm tired of Eric's behaviour.
I keep deciding I am not going to spend so much time in the house and near tv and then the weather gets crappy. Its also challenging to find toddler friendly indoor things to do. Today is a perfect example-we have free time and can't think of anything to do. I hate that!

I have all these little to do's that just keep piling up. I need to burn some discs and mail them. I should send out some new years or something cards to a couple people. I need to get my to do's in one place and streamline them.

No New Year's Eve plan as of the moment but we usually don't go wild anyhow.

Saturday, December 13, 2003

some stuff

My e-world is expanding. That is good news. It keeps the feeling of social isolation to a miniumum.

I am making progress in the daily house maintenance department. I've think I've gotten filth under control. Clutter is another issue altogether. It will require some creative storage because I totally forget what I pack away. I'm visual. I like to see my stuff.

and just in case you wondered, I'm most like this X Men character:

You are Beast!

You are brilliant and extremely clever. You can
handle almost any problem swiftly and
efficiently. You are devoted to philosophy and
are always up for a good discussion.
Sometimes, though, your anger gets the best of
you and you upset those whom you care about.

Which X-Men character are you most like?
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Wednesday, December 10, 2003

In Case You Wondered

I'm this kind of kisser..... (if the paste works you'll read it)

You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is always
pleasantly pleased to have you jump outta no
where to dote them with a fun peck on the cheek
or more passionate embrace. super markets and
work places are your favorite places to attack
your loved one with all your love =p

What kind of kiss are you?
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I can't believe it worked!! yay!

Monday, December 08, 2003

woo hoo! made a snowman!

Well, most of a snowman. Its two tiered but no features yet. If it doesn't rain later in the day we'll go out and give him ayes and stuff. Some eyes too.
It was Sophie's first snow storm. She wasn't quite sure what to do. Mom was a bit ga ga over FINALLY having good snow man snow. So its sitting on our back porch and I'm going to take a picture of him but I don't have a scanner or a digital camera so I doubt I would post it if I

going to go read some other blogs now.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003


I think I'm in the market for a good flogger. We need someone to come here and beat us senseless until we figure out how to clean up after ourselves. I mean its really out of control. 98% of the time, if someone "popped by" I would be mortified by the state of my house. Not just kid clutter, well, ok, there is kid clutter. Is there such a thing as kid filth? There's always a fine patina of crumbs, and dried play doh and cat hair and tiny shreds of paper. I guess I can understand that. But, I can rarely see the floor in our bedroom. Everything is always on the counter and not in cupboards in our kitchen. The sink usually full with who knows what dishes. Some from today, some from yesterday I just didn't have the energy to finish, a couple days of rinsed recycling on the drying rack.
My desk is just a cacophany of misplaced crap, pens that may or may not write, cds, cassette tapes I don't even listen to, jewelry wire, my engagement ring, a paper lantern......I don't get it.
So really, If someone could just come over and beat us regularly , maybe we could get the hang of it. If I go to leave the dinner dishes in the sink over night-just a few good slaps might remind me.
I really do apologize if some of you had horrible parents that disciplined you that way for real...this is just my bizarre fantasy life and I didn't mean to open old wounds.
Now, my mother might argue that was how it was in her Cinderella life. She was her parents scullery maid and vowed as an adult never to lift a finger to clean unnecessarily.
( while typing I realize Soph has dusted the entire floor of the house in molecules of shredded soy cheese)

And by the way, I can tell you that even a REALLY impassioned motivational conversation doesn't get the kitchen floor to clean itself. I just thought I would save you some trouble.

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

my kick-ass-less husk

you ever get the feeling that your kick-ass-ness has left the building? I do. Far, far too often. Thing is I don't have a clue where it went or how to get it back. I could delude myself into thinking its maturity but it feels like Alzheimers or something.. I just feel like a big fat sort of mildewy dish rag sometimes.
I know mothering a toddler is demanding. I know mothering a teenager is demanding. (it just got more demanding by the way).
But I am sick of just feeling blechy. So the un-blechy! movemnt will soon be underway.
I am desperate to find some writing compadres. Like in real life so we can bitch and moan and then scribble furiously. That will be a priority.
I NEEd some clothes. I hate most of the clothes I own. The other half are either too big or too small. I seem to have been given a figure that no one creates clothes for. My shoulders are obscenely broad, I have small boobs, I 've got some hip and a belly.
I usually want to scream after clothes hunting. I keep swearing I'm just going to buy all black clothes -turtle necks and sweaters in winter and black shorts and t shirt in the summer. But I crave color and spunk and snazz and flair and that doesnt get satisfied with an all black wardrobe.
And I am mortified to realize I have had the same exact hair ALL my life (i mean I looked at a picture of me seven years old and I have the same hair), except for a brief stint of pale pink streaked hair this summer.
I just might commit violence if I don't get my clutter under control soon. I can never find anything when I want it but I find cool stuff when I can't use it.
I keep vowing I'm going to go out and walk ( I don't HAVE TO now because I don't have a dog anymore) and I get all motivated but its been bitterly windy cold and guess what I can't find a winter coat I like.
I think I am going to start going back to yoga classes. My shoulders feel like steel rods. No movement-I walk like a body builder. Can you say unresolved stress?
I REALLY like Christmas but I feel like I only have about ten minutes a day to myself to do any of the things I would like to do. I have my annual christmas ornament decorating party and I wonder how I can pull it off. I've made no progress towards the christmas spa day for the women. Will it be last second holiday purchasing? NO! I forbid that. Besides I seem to do best under pressure. Will I ever grow out of my procrastination? Not likely.
Well this concludes my bitch and moan session, I'm annoying myself.

off to buy a yoga mat.