Last weekend, my uncle (and Frequent Commenter) Jon and his lovely daughter came to visit. She goes to college in the Washington area, so she missed the big snowstorm. If she were an adult with concerns about shoveling out cars, driveways, getting to work, freezing pipes, etc., she woulda been thrilled; as it was, I think she was mildly bummed to miss the mayhem.

We had a blast. We ate like fiends, laughed, talked, walked, shopped and shared. It was so nice to hang out with family.

Today I booked time to go visit the Picky Vegetarian in the lovely city of Portland, OR. I haven’t been in four years.

Still no writing. I keep posting about it, hoping to shame myself into action, but so far–nothing. Tomorrow is a VERY RARE snow day for my son, so I am working ahead right now so I’m not on the computer all day tomorrow while he’s home. HE doesn’t mind being on video games all day, but I mind him doing so, so I gotta be free for him during some of the day.

Writing. Maybe. Sometime?

This morning, I had to go help a friend run an unpleasant errand. One that caused conflict and anxiety, two things that make me sick to the stomach. It required being around someone I absolutely despise, and sticking with said person until the errand was run.

Ugh. I can explain no more, since that would broach my friend’s privacy. Only to say sometimes PEOPLE ARE HORRIBLE.

And then? Then I was in agony  because I felt I embarrassed myself over the weekend. Argh. It seems that I get SO anxious when out in company I drink to compensate. And then drink more.

I hate that about myself. I don’t want to be known as ‘that woman who gets crazy drunk,’ which I feel I am in danger of becoming.

And the worst thing about it is that most times I am in control–it’s just when I’m out with a massive amount of people, and on my own without responsibilities (i.e. the Son) that I let loose. And my brakes sure don’t work.

Some days I really hate myself.

So–how was YOUR weekend?!?

So this is the backyard of our new house. We are currently living in our rental, waiting for construction to be done. We had to remove the illegal one-story addition and deck, and are replacing it with a legal two-story addition and porch. Since the NYC Dept. of Buildings is as slow as me writing a book, it looks as though it will take awhile.

I can see why people do illegal work; it took us four months to get the permits, then the permit expired because of our contractor’s insurance. Now we’re waiting for the newly-issued permits, only the DOB needed proof the illegal addition was removed. So I took pix of stuff that wasn’t there. Oy.

I will update the news when I can, but meanwhile–just don’t ask. Not for awhile.

Life is way too busy these days, and I just have not been able to get my lame ass back onto the Road To Passion. Freelance work is 2-3 hours, gym is 2-3 hours, Son is in school 6 1/2 hours, which leaves maybe an hour to do something else. Like laundry. Or grocery shopping*. Or blogging (which, as you can tell, takes me maybe ten minutes. Twenty if I want to scout out a REALLY HOT** picture of Clive. Oh, btw, a mom friend is a makeup artist and her friend does Clive’s makeup. How many degrees of separation is that? She offered to see if I could meet him, but I declined. I mean, what would be the point? Besides feeling all weird about it. I prefer to keep my obsessions at a distance). So when do I write?
Aagh. I have to figure it out, the book’s NOT GOING TO WRITE ITSELF, MISSY!

Okay. I have now humiliated myself here by talking like somebody’s mom (caveat: not mine), and admitting I have a problem.
If you’re doing something important to you that doesn’t contribute to family well-being, etc., how do you fit it in?

Megan
*I saw Queer Eye/Top Chef guy Ted Allen at the grocery store yesterday.
**He’s not more than usually hot here, but he is with his wife, who looks normal, which is nice.

The Intensity-Loving Spouse and I saw The Departed a few days ago. Anthony Anderson is in it, and as soon as I saw him, I knew I’d seen him somewhere before.
“He was in The Shield,” the husband said.
“Did I ever see that?” I asked, being over forty and slowly becoming my mom (’who’s that? what are they doing?’ Although I have yet to steal anyone’s butter. More on that another time)
“No. He was also in Hustle & Flow.”
“Which we didn’t see.” (’cause I would have remembered Terrence Howard and his green eyes. Be still, my heart).

And so I IMDBed him, and I remember: Kangaroo Jack.

Megan