Month: November 2007

i love my husband

Of course, the night Jim has couch duty, Dylan actually sleeps 6 whole hours in his own bed! Dylan is feeling a little better today. Jim and I are doped up on DayQuil. We’re making it work. First, before I tell you this little story, 

the incredible snotty baby, part two

I don’t actually exist right now, today, or for the past 72-ish hours. My brain is slush. My neck is kinked in about five places. The ONLY place he’ll sleep is on the couch, on my chest, which doesn’t quite count as sleep for me. 

for the love of snot!

Oh Good Lord, he’s got a molar coming through!!! There is snot and drool everywhere! He hasn’t slept more than four hours in the past 24 hours. I never imagined a teething baby could turn two grown adults into such an incompetent mess.

cuddle the baby kind of day

Today has been an uninspiring brain-dead day. It started out in a frump, and was doomed ever since. I actually got my butt out of bed at 6:00 a.m. and got on the treadmill. Then I realize, Oh My God, I am not an athlete, 

happy voting day

I wish I were a morning person, but I am not. It would make so many things easier. I could get up at 6:00, write for an hour, exercise for half an hour, before the baby wakes up at 7:30. Maybe I could even catch 

go writers! get paid!

I say, good for you, WGA! Down with corporate greed! Pay the people, the talent, the brains, that make your money for you! Good for you guys, and if my favorite shows go off the air for a while, I will wait patiently for them 

it is November, after all

Walking is peace! Better than coffee, better than a hot shower. Wonderful, absolute peace for 4.1 miles and 65 minutes. Dylan, in his stroller, is so calm and quiet. In the summer, we walk in the morning, with the grass still wet with night dew. 

a lame post for Sunday

Oh man! 24 minutes to spare, and I discover this weekend blogging thing is harder than I thought it would be. Here’s what I have for you: Lolita – beautifully written, intriguing and horrifically, disgustingly twisted. A train wreck. Spiderman 3 – ridiculous! Crack-my-ass-up, silly! 

no time for titles

Here I am, Saturday, with one hour and three minutes left in the day to post. Here I am posting 🙂 97 pages left of Lolita to read before tomorrow afternoon. Kelly said something along these lines, but I will say it again. It reminds 

attention Detroit area writers!

While I have your attention: The 4th Street Writers Workshop is currently accepting submissions for new members. If you are serious about writing (fiction or nonfiction) and would like to join a workshop run in the traditional manner, please send a brief writing biography and