There are all kinds of things you can do on a Saturday evening in June. This is merely one of them:
Just a little off the top, PLEASE!
Nothing says wacky like purple, pink, and glitter hair.
Yes, we know. He needs a haircut. He hasn’t decided on his “style” for junior high. Why not this one?
Yes, that’s a rainbow over the bridge of her nose and a cloud on each cheek. Why do you ask?
Feeling stressed from a long day at kindergarten or summer programs? Too much time in the pool? Did you create artistic masterpieces all day long and now need a break. Well, the Marvelous Miss B is an expert at just this thing.
Three seconds after entering the house, you must change into your loungewear. This consists of:
- Nightgown (the lime green with stylized Siamese cats–some of them wink!)
- Soft pants (No jeans, no shorts, but cozy knit pants of some type. We like pink with stripes.)
- Pink bathrobe with rhinestones on the collar
- Bed socks (We recommend the Hello Kitty ones.)
- Purple slippers (with fuzzy insides)
On the wish list (as soon as Mommy is sufficiently worn down):
- Satin sleeping mask from Claire’s.
Proceed to lounge. Sometimes it helps to dress up a friend in bedclothes. We recommend the teddy bear.
For advanced loungers: the right combination of cuteness and sleepiness can result in those around you bringing you a snack. Use this technique sparingly. Those around you may catch on.
What the House Test Says About You
You are happy with who you are, and you don’t have an inflated sense of self importance. You do your own thing quietly. You don’t take up a lot of space.
You aren’t against being community oriented, but it’s not really your thing. You tend to prefer to focus on your family and not the neighborhood around you.
You are a calm, contemplative, and smart person. You take ideas very seriously.You look good in a low maintenance sort of way. You do the minimum required to be attractive.
You are moved by your own inner sense of peace. You spend a lot of time reflecting on the meaning of life.
For someone who’s supposed to be housebound working on edits, I’ve seen a lot of the sun today:
- Morning pages on the back deck when the clouds were gold and pink
- Interval training on my three-mile run
- Driving Andrew to help with an Eagle Scout project
- PIcking him up
- Going to the store for lunch and dinner ingredients. Mmm. Fried chicken and biscuits. On sale. Even better, all I have to do is stick it in the oven. Nice.
That grumbling you hear is Darcy wondering then I’ll start my part of the edits. I’m starting. Really. Right … about … now.
The author photo:
- Yes. You have to get one.
- Yes. Darcy and I put it off as long as we could.
- Yes. We had to suck it up and get them done.
At least Darcy didn’t have to do hers twice. Twice, people. I’m pretty sure you feel sorry for me.
The first were too formal. Thanks to our weird and delayed spring, my allergies were nuts. I really wanted outdoor shots, but decided just to get them done inside where the pollen isn’t. Because nothing says: great pic! like red, swollen-shut eyes.
My first clue should’ve been Kyra pronouncing my top as “unfashionable.” She five, people. Five. And yet she can channel Carrie Bradshaw. Go figure.
In the end, I should have waited, considering I had to have them retaken anyway. Outdoors this time (and a different outfit), with the photographer urging me to smile and pretend I was laughing at something funny. Which was absurd in its own way and made me laugh.
We took pictures in Rice Park and by the St. Paul Public Library.
At one point, a guy wandered by and asked if we wanted him to take a picture of the two of us together. Good thing it was sunny. The photographer gave him a stare that dropped the temperature a few degrees.
Clearly he was interrupting.
The photographer even gave me a CD with my image on it (the surface), and well, on it. So you might say, I’m all over that CD.
Results below the cut.
Yesterday, the Marvelous Miss B had her dance recital. Her group danced to At the Codfish Ball, which of course, I can’t get out of my head.
She’s growing out her bangs. They hit right about at her nose. She usually keeps them out of her face with a headband. But. This is show biz, so we had to go the extra mile and really keep them out of her face. In addition to a headband and the fish thing on her head, I used about half a can of Aqua Net.
Waiting for dress rehearsal to start.
The cuteness–it’s nearly lethal.
After the (codfish) ball. A little downtime with Fancy Nancy.
Warm up: Pace around the house. Check phone for dial tone. Pace some more. Do deep knee bend to get water out of mini-fridge.
Aerobic phase: Phone rings. Heart rate doubles. 212 and New York flash across the Caller ID screen. Heart rate triples. Pick up phone. If you can still say hello, clearly you’re not panicking hard enough.
Weight training: Pick up pen. Take notes. Repeat repetitions for half an hour or so.
Cool down: Laugh. Go limp with relief. Place phone on cradle and hop on IM to chat with writing partner.
So, yeah, Darcy and I had our conference call this week with our editor (!!!) and agent (!!!) and it went very well. We have some edits (of course), but nothing huge. Our editor (!!!) discussed the concept they have for the cover (sounds totally adorable) and here’s an interesting tidbit:
It looks like we’ll publish with both our names on the cover and won’t need a combined pseudonym. How about that? So I guess Kyra’s pen name suggestion of “Charity and Darcy likes each other” is the one we’ll go with.
More or less.
Last night while we were driving to swim lessons, Kyra sat quietly in the backseat, a serious scowl on her face. Andrew and I both asked her what was wrong. Then we asked again. And again. All at once she turned to us and said:
We discovered, later, she meant daydreaming. She had a whole story going, with plot and characters, and, ahem, we were rudely interrupting that. While I combed her hair into ponytails for swimming, she told me she was dreaming about a step mom who locks the real mom in a spider room (filled with many spiders and webs).
“And the daughter has to save her mom?” I asked.
According to Andrew, he has many ideas for stories but, “Writing them down is so hard. I’d rather wait for someone else to write them, then I can just go ahead and read.”
This, by the way, was how I became the brand new owner of a story idea called The Football Nerd. From his head to mine.
Now all I have to do is write it down.
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