Not that you asked, but my elusive post earlier this week referred to fighting City Hall. Well,this is what I meant.
For the past week, I've been concentrating on this battle on behalf of some of my favorite people in the entire world. Today's lead story broadcast was quite a small victory for us. It is the first time I've heard my heroes at this home sound encouraged in weeks.
We're engaged in quite an email/phone/letter writing campaign to community officials, as the final vote by County Commissioners is scheduled for a May 17th hearing.
It's been quite a local civics lesson, as well as a rude awakening to bureacratic neglect and incompetence.
We're in it for the long haul however, these boys deserve nothing less.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Black Saturday
That's how I'm referring to it.
This is proving to be a tough one to get through. I keep talking myself down, but it's not helping.
We are going to a Ball tomorrow, so at least there cannot be cake, only tiramisu.
This is proving to be a tough one to get through. I keep talking myself down, but it's not helping.
We are going to a Ball tomorrow, so at least there cannot be cake, only tiramisu.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Weekend
Well, that was a nice weekend.
I think Matthew's birthday party was a hit, despite the rain that began just as the first guest arrived to the pool party and did not let up even with most of the younger guests in the pool for the better part of the evening. They didn't seem to mind.
Sunday, we headed out for the D-Rays vs. Red Sox game, and I was more than entertained by the actual game, I dare admit. I was actually into baseball for 4 hours. It was cool. The kids had fun and we all ate too much, but nobody minded. The entire house passed out when got home from satisfied exhaustion.
I think Matthew's birthday party was a hit, despite the rain that began just as the first guest arrived to the pool party and did not let up even with most of the younger guests in the pool for the better part of the evening. They didn't seem to mind.
Sunday, we headed out for the D-Rays vs. Red Sox game, and I was more than entertained by the actual game, I dare admit. I was actually into baseball for 4 hours. It was cool. The kids had fun and we all ate too much, but nobody minded. The entire house passed out when got home from satisfied exhaustion.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
5
My baby boy turned 5 today. 5!!! I love 5; and I think this will be the age I will always hold him in the scrapbook of my mind. Matthew is all about 5.
And, I got a beautiful flower arrangment delivered just now thanking me for him from my husband. I love this tradition--it means more to me than most any of the other things he does.
And, I got a beautiful flower arrangment delivered just now thanking me for him from my husband. I love this tradition--it means more to me than most any of the other things he does.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Zzzzzzz......
I don't know if it is the stress of the events of the last few weeks finally catching up with me, but a fatigue has settled into my bones today that is of particular power.
It's like I pricked my finger on the needle of a spinning wheel or something.
It's like I pricked my finger on the needle of a spinning wheel or something.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Assignments and Breasts
Maybe Mr. Editor wants to adopt me…
I called him on deadline day with the last of my 4 assignments this month, and he assigned me a fifth. May’s issue is going to be dubbed, “The Tracey Edition.” Not that I mind….but perhaps I should reconsider relocating to the community.
But the big news is that of my breasts. That’s right, you heard me correctly. My breasts have been diagnosed as healthy and free of disease or other malady, so I rejoice in that joy.
And trust that will be the first and last time I mention that part of my anatomy in public, so all of you sickos doing Google searches on “Suburban Breasts,” can go to the next entry on your results page…
I love my friends, by the way.
I called him on deadline day with the last of my 4 assignments this month, and he assigned me a fifth. May’s issue is going to be dubbed, “The Tracey Edition.” Not that I mind….but perhaps I should reconsider relocating to the community.
But the big news is that of my breasts. That’s right, you heard me correctly. My breasts have been diagnosed as healthy and free of disease or other malady, so I rejoice in that joy.
And trust that will be the first and last time I mention that part of my anatomy in public, so all of you sickos doing Google searches on “Suburban Breasts,” can go to the next entry on your results page…
I love my friends, by the way.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Books About Book Clubs
Dinner is simmering while I prepare for Book Club tonight. We read, The Jane Austen Book Club, by Karen Fowler.
Yuck.
Let’s hope we do better on next month’s selection. I have quite an impressive stack for the ladies to chose from.
I’ve finished most of pieces for the magazine this week. I have a little one to clean up, but I’m pretty satisfied with the results. I hope Mr. Editor agrees.
I’m dreading the test of tomorrow, but I will be glad to be over it, and not to have to worry about it anymore.
Yuck.
Let’s hope we do better on next month’s selection. I have quite an impressive stack for the ladies to chose from.
I’ve finished most of pieces for the magazine this week. I have a little one to clean up, but I’m pretty satisfied with the results. I hope Mr. Editor agrees.
I’m dreading the test of tomorrow, but I will be glad to be over it, and not to have to worry about it anymore.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
The Project De Jour
I've finally decided to tackle the front courtyard.
What has been a 8'x8' weed garden for the last five years, is due for my creative attention. So, I've decided that this place adjacent to the front door and in front of the dining room window will become my Rose/herb/Zen garden. I am in the middle of weeding it out now, which includes the no small task of digging out the palm tree stumps that housed those raggedy-ass trees that prevented growth of anything other than dollar weed and mold in the first place. By the end of the week, I hope to have that space cleared, planted, and some sort of water/rock element placed in the center. Hey, it could happen.
It will be these types of long-neglected projects on tap for me this week. My Distractions Against My Distraction Project, I'm humbly referring to it in my warped mind. Keeping busy for the sake of keeping busy is such a waste of energy, but I don't think I have a choice at the moment.
In addition to my normal chore fare, this week-long celebration of nuisances will include the following:
*Finishing all April deadlines by Tuesday, including an amazing column (I feel the desperate need to be both creative and prolific at the moment)
*Designating a bank account for these paltry writing monies
*Dreaded dental appointments for the family
*Reading--finishing up Reading Lolita in Teheran
*Completion of Zen garden
*Shopping for personal clothing items--I hate shopping, but I do need some things now that the weather is blazing hot again
*Planning/Shopping for Matty's 5th birthday party which I have no theme, and no clue
There's more on the internal list, but I'm sure you've stopped reading by now anyway, so I'll get back to those noted here.
Sigh. Big distracted sigh.
What has been a 8'x8' weed garden for the last five years, is due for my creative attention. So, I've decided that this place adjacent to the front door and in front of the dining room window will become my Rose/herb/Zen garden. I am in the middle of weeding it out now, which includes the no small task of digging out the palm tree stumps that housed those raggedy-ass trees that prevented growth of anything other than dollar weed and mold in the first place. By the end of the week, I hope to have that space cleared, planted, and some sort of water/rock element placed in the center. Hey, it could happen.
It will be these types of long-neglected projects on tap for me this week. My Distractions Against My Distraction Project, I'm humbly referring to it in my warped mind. Keeping busy for the sake of keeping busy is such a waste of energy, but I don't think I have a choice at the moment.
In addition to my normal chore fare, this week-long celebration of nuisances will include the following:
*Finishing all April deadlines by Tuesday, including an amazing column (I feel the desperate need to be both creative and prolific at the moment)
*Designating a bank account for these paltry writing monies
*Dreaded dental appointments for the family
*Reading--finishing up Reading Lolita in Teheran
*Completion of Zen garden
*Shopping for personal clothing items--I hate shopping, but I do need some things now that the weather is blazing hot again
*Planning/Shopping for Matty's 5th birthday party which I have no theme, and no clue
There's more on the internal list, but I'm sure you've stopped reading by now anyway, so I'll get back to those noted here.
Sigh. Big distracted sigh.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Snore
It is taking every ounce of creative power/writing skill/complete bullshit spinning to write an interesting article about someone who really doesn't want to be all that interesting.
Sigh.
This all nonsense kind of gal is not cut out to interview no nonsense kind of guys.
Sigh.
This all nonsense kind of gal is not cut out to interview no nonsense kind of guys.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Good News/Bad News/Indifferent News
The only results worth reporting on at the moment are the ones that say my problem is not cardiac-related. That should be good, but now it begs the question: If not heart, what?
Well, let’s just leave that rhetorical question for another day, shall we?
Anyhoo, in between coordinating childcare for doctor’s appointments I got a couple of more writing assignments from my new best friend, Mr. Editor. If my subjects would return my calls today, that would be very helpful. I should submit Sub D somewhere this week to ride the wave of good editorial Karma.
I did get one response today from my Florida legislature email campaign to stop the insanity: Senator Bill Nelson--(Democrat of course) forwarded me a nice standard response. Nice to know his staffers are reading his mail…
Well, let’s just leave that rhetorical question for another day, shall we?
Anyhoo, in between coordinating childcare for doctor’s appointments I got a couple of more writing assignments from my new best friend, Mr. Editor. If my subjects would return my calls today, that would be very helpful. I should submit Sub D somewhere this week to ride the wave of good editorial Karma.
I did get one response today from my Florida legislature email campaign to stop the insanity: Senator Bill Nelson--(Democrat of course) forwarded me a nice standard response. Nice to know his staffers are reading his mail…
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Catch up blog
We're back, and feeling refreshed after a long weekend with the frozen fruity drinks and a lazy river in which I achieved the goal of its title for 3 precious days. I should listen to my husband more often it seems if a weekend like this is on his mind.
So tomorrow we return to our brand of normalcy I suppose. Everyone returns to work and to school, and the routine begins again. The next doctor's appointment is on Wednesday, and hopefully all of the test results will be back and I'll be told it easily cured with a pill whose side effects include drastic weight loss (in a healthy, hot way), good hair days, and breath that smells like a York Peppermint Patty.
It could happen.
So tomorrow we return to our brand of normalcy I suppose. Everyone returns to work and to school, and the routine begins again. The next doctor's appointment is on Wednesday, and hopefully all of the test results will be back and I'll be told it easily cured with a pill whose side effects include drastic weight loss (in a healthy, hot way), good hair days, and breath that smells like a York Peppermint Patty.
It could happen.
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