The Tweedles

So I’m writing a book.  And a blog.  And raising two children.  And keeping up to date on all of the volunteer duties. (kinda)  And I totally shouldn’t complain, but I”m going to; you see, I’ve stopped eating sugar.  I’ll eat fruit, and I’ll have a little honey now and then, but that’s it.  It’s interesting.  Tea is my new friend.

So the book.

It’s funny writing it, there are times when I have no idea what to write and delete sentances over and over, then I’ll go on a spree where it just kind of tells itself, like I have no input at all.

I wonder if anything will come out of it.  I wonder if I should come up with a pen name.  It’s a little risque in places.  (is a modern distopia/ romance.)  I’d love to give more details, but I’m a little scared to.  Some people have suggested that it’s similar to “The Hunger Games”  which I don’t know, since I haven’t read it, although from what I gather that’s about teens and this is about grown men, there is one woman in my book, and she’s a fringe character.  Hmmm.

I had planned on catching up with my love letters to the kids by the end of the month.  I might need some of December to do that too.

Oh and I’m considering getting my masters in education/ tesol, I”m not really sure the proper name of it, but it’s for ESL, and it’s a masters.  Which will mean I’ll have more education that Adam, but can never hope to make the money he does.  Funny.

I”ve learned to do well on 5 hours of sleep.

I don’t drink caffeine.  Sometimes I’m bitchy.

Off to write!

I had plans to write another newsletter today, but I can’t be bothered.

It’s been a long sick weekend.  I seem to be getting sicker, but more likely it’s just running it’s course.  Hudson is sick too, and tonight I took him to the hospital.  As it turns out he has croup, which was amusing to me.

Of course I thought of Anne Shirley and how I needed her.  But alas I made due with doctors with no social skills.  So after a shot of steriods Hudson is breathing much better and is off to bed.

On my list of fun things tonight, trying out my new neti pot.

Fun abounds in the Berkan house tonight.

Seriously, such a bad movie.  My friend asked if it was wrong to view it as a comedy.

So.  Bad.

Really though, the whole series is bad, but I have read it 3 or 4 times, and have seen all of the movies, the last 3 in theaters, and immediately checked when the Part 2 would come out.  (in a year!)

The reason?

It’s a love story, I’m a sucker for a love story.  Even if it is poorly written and loaded with cliches.  Although sparkly vampires are original.

The movie….

Was loaded with statements, not dialogue.    The scene where the werewolves are ‘talking’ to each other in the lumber yard was funny, I laughed.  I don’t think it was meant to be funny.

I maintain that Edward was mis-cast.  I am not a fan of Kristen Stewart, although I can see how she fits the physical appearance of Bella.  (I may not like Ms. Stewart just because I don’t think she’s really the right Bella, I will go and see her in the Snow White movie.)

I hate cliff hangers!  I wish it would have been a few more scenes longer.  (spoiler!)  I wish we would have seen her a little more as a vampire.  And I have to wait a whole year to see the rest.  Just like with the 7th and 8th Harry Potter movies, the part one sucked and part two was much better.

So yes.  Go and see the movie, then marvel in it’s suck-a-tude.  Then go and see part two next year, and then it will all be over.

It’s been a long germy week.  And now it’s over.  Perhaps not the germy part, but the long part.

Tomorrow I go for a facial.  I’m excited, and to see Breaking Dawn.  I think I’m a Twihard?

This past week my house has been a festering pit of germs and colds and nastiness.  And I somehow managed to stay well.  Until today.  The day Adam went back to work.  I’m sick.

ugh.

I feel like someone is boring a hole in my head, right between my eyes.  And although the children aren’t 100% yet, they’re still full of energy.  I want to crawl into a cave and sleep.

I knew this would happen.

ahhh the joys of motherhood.  Perhaps I should have titled this ‘birth control’.

I’m on the hunt for a purse.  It’s been an ordeal to find something I love.

There’s the Stella and Dot one.

The Rickshaw one.

The camera bag in brown or blue flowers.

None of them are perfect, but they’re all lovely.  I’m pretty sure Adam won’t agree to me getting them all.

Oh the dilemmas.

I have 17 minutes.

I’ve had the craziest week.  Started out with Hudson sick last weekend, then Adam and finished off with Trixie being sick.  I’m still unscathed, but I’m scared.  (hold me?)

I’ve had meetings on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and 2 on Sunday at the same time.

I need to learn some more organizational skills, or hire some help.

I have a good life and my problems are good problems to have.  (except for the sick family)

(I wonder what kinds of hits I’ll get with that title?)

Today I was in enough pain that I finally broke down and took a vicodin*, and it was pretty horrible. 

I was so drunk or high or messed up, that it was rather freaky.  I was not in much pain though.  Heh.  After I had a crazy 4 hour nap I woke up with a killer hangover.  So we went for a late lunch, which my hungover body did not like.  Sigh.  So the lessons I learned is that I’m a super light weight.  Even with a dose of vicodin for moderate pain, I was still hurting some, and why do people like this stuff?  Yuck!

*It’s mine, all legal and stuff.  Perscribed to my by my doctor, because morphine and codine could kill me.

Today I’ve spent the majority of the day on my back.  Somehow I’ve managed to hurt my back and I can’t move.  Sitting for more than a couple minutes hurts and moving hurts.  Luckily Adam took Trixie to her ballet class and only went to work for a meeting and has been home most of the day since I can’t lift the children and can’t move much.  My house is still a disaster and it’s killing me that I can’t do the dishes.  Hopefully tomorrow it’ll be better, because I have some blog post ideas, but I can’t sit long enough to get them out and coherent. 

boo.