Tuesday, July 15, 2008

latest news

I'm glad I could appease all (well most; Larry seems to have some kind of issue with our Mr. Smith...) with the photo. Curious if anyone went over and read the Very Serious Stuff I wrote for The Bad Mommy Blog (thank you to those who did - you rock and I will eventually get chocolate to you somehow). It's summer, I know; some things are hard. And some things are less important than lying on a couch with the fan trained directly at your face.

To answer Cheri's question about Will Smith: Alas, my Wild Oats/Whole Foods guy does not look at all like this. And he might not even be my Wild Oats/Whole Foods guy anymore - I haven't seen him there in more than a week (meaning, the last 12 or so times I stopped in to get something completely unnecessary crucial to our household, he was not working). Now he might just be my Jail Bait/Teen Students' Slacker Best Friend. And that, friends, is the very definition of "Pathetic." Not to mention "Grounds for Dismissal from A Professional Teaching Job."

After Wednesday, which in my brain looks like a piece of crazily crumpled paper because I have to drop off the kids at day camp, do something productive for 90 minutes [i.e. clean the cat box or flag important pages in my teacher books or watch E! until my eyes bleed], drive toofrickingfar for my annual exam, spend precious People-reading moments filling out another medical history form because I lost the one they sent me in the mail, possibly get jammed into a mammogram machine if there is an appointment available, race over to a previously unknown park to pick up my son early from his day camp so we can make his afternoon doctor's appointment across town, then slog home in rush hour traffic to make tacos for my last dinner with the family until next Monday, then make lunches for Thursday's day camp before getting in the mood for a little something fancy because my dear husband deserves it for stepping up to the plate while I party with cyberfriends, I will be on my way to San Francisco for the weekend. For BlogHer. I'm alternately excited and freaked out; pleased for the time away with writer-types and stressed about all the things I want to do that I probably won't have time for. And, as always, concerned that my hair will not do exactly what it's supposed to at any given moment - for example, the moment someone with a camera shoots my pic for a Worldwide Web display. Look for it.

I was going to post links to all the people I hope to meet (if only fleetingly) but a) that overwhelmed me to the point of hyperventilating and b) if I left someone out, we would both be sobbing wrecks and again - CRAPPY PICTURES. How about I just post links of the people I actually meet and call it good? I thought you'd agree; you're so kind to me. I love you. No I'm not drunk.

Maybe I'll just bask in the gloriousness of my hotel room for four days...