Holy Christ on a cracker. I haven't written anything on this blog in nearly two months. Either my life is really that boring, or my writing muse has given up the ghost and moved on to greener pastures....I certainly would.
In grand telescopic style, not a whole lot to report in April or May. Zoe's friends birthdays, Mother's Day (Hubs took me to see Harry Connick in LA, and with irony thick in the air I fantasized about running away to lead a Southern piano player's mistress' life), a week spent in Kentucky with my mom, etc. My kid came back to California having acquired a Southern accent in record time. We de-planed and walked down the terminal to the baggage claim; when she saw her father she shouted "HAYELP, Daddy, HAYELP". She apparently thought the bags were going to be too much for us to handle. A hillbilly in 7 days: apparently, I am THAT GOOD.
In other happenings, Hubs and I met up with his cousin and his wife in LA a couple of weeks ago to take our girls to see Sesame Street Live: Elmo Makes Music at the Kodak in LA. Sweet Jesus Gay, what a scene. It was akin to the Beatles landing in America, or possibly even Frank and Dean at the Sands. You have never seen such a broiling pit of small hysterical children. There was tearing of hair and rending of garments; I full expected to see Underoos being flung on stage during Bert's disco tango at some point. We managed to avoid the pit for the most part, and the girls giggled for the rest of the afternoon whispering names of their favorite characters to each other. Clearly money well spent.
Memorial Day weekend was pretty tame as well; there was a nice afternoon spent at the LA Arboretum and the following day at the beach. The water was freezing, but I could not pry my kid out of her trench in the sand at the waterline. She may be part crustacean. Being the transparent jellyfish I am, I came out of it with a vicious sunburn. Thanks a lot, deadbeat gene pool. Assholes, the lot of you chromosomes.
On the horizon? Police show next week...Zoe's 2nd birthday coming up, gotta start thinking about what sort of debacle I can concoct. Also, a 5th anniversary trip to Mexico is firming up nicely. My mom is coming out for the kid's birthday, and I'm going to milk her for housesitting/babysitting time. She knows of the plan, and has graciously agreed. She also does not take me seriously when I've told her that her precious granddaughter has disintegrated into a whiney hot mess. She may seriously regret agreeing to this; I only hope that I have zero signal below the border, and will be entirely unreachable.
This enormous gap in posting has me thinking that I just don't have it in me to write on a regular basis, and maybe I should give up the ghost as well. I feel like I always have funny or insightful things to write about, but the physical act of getting into an entry sort of escapes me...like the plans to get in a workout every day, and eat leafy green vegetables at least two meals a day. I thought by now I would've found my voice as a writer, and it is somewhat disturbing to read some of these past entries and see how wildly my tone vacillates. I come off sounding somewhat unhinged, and possibly in need of medication. And on a pathetic note, it's sort of sad that I've been blogging for a year this week, and only have a handful of posts and even less commenters (yes, I'm looking at you J)...something to consider.
Please, don't give up on writing or finding your voice. You have a voice. I've heard it in your writing. I gave up on writing (fiction -- I worked as a features writer for a newspaper) for 10 years (some folks would call that a decade...brownie points for what film that lame line is from). It is awesome that you have this absolutely beautiful daughter, with a lovely name. Hubs is your man, yes? Or no? Okay. I have to go to bed, but I read, like, three of your posts and insist that I'll be your cheerleader to keep writing...something. David Sedaris rocks.
Posted by: Reka Jellema | June 12, 2007 at 07:59 PM