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Weblog Archives September/October 2003 October 15, '03 How did it get to be twenty days between entries here? Gah! Life just gets away from me sometimes, I swear. Even though as a freelance mombie my time is fairly flexible it is still chock a block with things to do and if I slack off at all (which I did for a week or so there) things pile up and I'm scrambling wondering where time went. I think I'd be able to get a better grip on it if I slept better though. Gah again! I'm just exhausted today, I think it comes from having a busy weekend, oh and not getting enough sleep. Anyway, I had people in on Friday night and Saturday night and then rescued my friend from himself late Saturday night. Sunday we went to dinner at my in-laws which was fun but I find a lot of relatives to be tiring at times, then Sunday night I made a cake for Ange and Phil's Hugh Jackman's birthday celebration and we hung out with Hil and Chad for a while. Monday we had dinner at my parents and then had Phil's surprise housewarming. So basically I didn't do any of the general lazing about that is vital to recovery from a hard week of toddler wrangling. The housewarming was v. cool. We descended upon the poor man like a plague of locusts. We had streamers, balloons and plates of food and in about two minutes his apartment became party central. He was pleased, we were pleased, everyone had fun. Whoot Whoot. Then I had a meeting yesterday morning at ten and a rehearsal last night and improv today. These things were all great fun but still involved a lot of preparation so I'm all worn out. What an exciting entry this has been. Tune in next time for another blue column of drivel! Oh, and HI JASON! Thanks for reading. There'll be more real content soon, I swear. September 25, '03 Hewo, Pahkahr! I have read a lot about the influence I have on my son but there is very little written about the influence kids have on parents. If you are thinking this is going to be profound you may wish to bail now because I'm only talking about how some silliness of his has become silliness for my whole group of friends. I play nosy parker with my son a lot. I guess play is sort of a poor verb to choose there since 'playing' nosy parker means rubbing noses while saying 'nosy, nosy parker' but he likes it and I like it when he giggles. Anyway, for some unknown reason he has been looking for parker lately. He looks around the room at ceiling height, saying 'Hewo, pahkahr. Pahkahr, Hewo?' (baby talk is v. hard to translate into written form but trust me it's cute.). It's hilarious when he does it, like parker is a person who was floating by the ceiling a few minutes ago. (Perhaps Dorothy Parker is hanging with me and I don't know?) Anyway, if that isn't funny enough, my friends and I have stolen 'hewo, pahkahr' and turned it into a multi-purpose catch all phrase. So now, when someone isn't paying attention one of us will say 'hewo? hewo, pahkahr?' or if we're glad to have located a missing object we'll greet it with 'HeWo, Pahkahr!'. And worst (or best?) of all it's become a replacement for 'Hey, baby!', as in, "So then he tried on the red shirt and I was all 'hewoah, pahkahr'". So if you hear me say that when you see me next, listen carefully for the inflection, you may be receiving quite the compliment, pahkahr. September 21, 03 It's a good thing I've described this as a weblog of sorts because I am the worst weblogger ever, what with the non-daily random postings about nothing interesting. This being September, everything has started up again, Improv, play rehearsals, committee meetings and hopefully, writing classes. I had much fun at improv last wednesday, the people who are still there from last year are so cool it makes me wish they were older so I could hang out with them for real. There's just something so brilliant and vital about them that I feel energized by their presence. Alas, there's a nasty word for 30 year old women who socialize with teenagers. And that word is pervert. Seeing as I'm not that way inclined, I just have fun coaching their improv team. Wednesday was quite the day for the Arts actually, seeing as I had a split pea rehearsal that night too. I finally finished the script I've been working on since APRIL and distributed to the cast. I'm quite proud of this one, there's some subtle character development that I impressed myself with - and that's saying something. I'm looking forward to directing and playing my role but I feel a little odd because mine is the largest part. It seems more than a little ego centric to write a role for yourself and then cast people to play opposite you. I guess I just have to embrace my inner ego-centricist (is that a word? It is now!) and run with it. September 9/03 I had a very unique experience while reading my short story last night. When I finished I felt I had done the best job I could, both in reading and writing, and I was so proud of myself that it didn't matter what anyone else thought. It was very zen. So it was a bonus when people came up and congratulated me and complimented me on my writing. The feedback was amazing! In fact, one of my childhood hero writers was there and he urged me to try to get published and told me that I had a gift. That compliment alone will keep me going for months. I was so buoyed by the whole experience that I either felt like partying all night or writing all night. Alas, neither is possible for a Mombie. I need every second of sleep I can get! September 8, 03 So, I'm reading a piece of fiction in public tonight. I have no idea how I feel about that. I mean, I like my story but I don't know if it is read worthy. I just keep thinking about how they will have four published authors there and how I might reveal myself as a rank amateur. Then I think that everyone starts out as an amateur so what's the big deal. Then I tell myself I'm waaaay too self absorbed. Well, both Steve and Hilary liked my story and think the action is believable so I'll just have to fake confidence when I go this evening. Jeez, Phil, you picked a lousy time to go to Halifax, you're supposed to talk me through this crap, writerfriend. ;) September 4, 03 Apparently it is possible for the boy to sleep for extended periods of time but he then wants to get up for a while to compensate. Last night he slept from 9:30-3:30, I know it sounds like a party, but then he nursed for half an hour and then wanted to get up for a while. It's completely inexplicable, he's dropping tired, he can hardly hold his head up and he's still trying to sit up! He's talking away and wriggling around. It is so weird. Why didn't I get a sleeping baby? I'll have to take sleeping habits into consideration when I'm shopping for babies next time. © Christine C. Hennebury |
