The Write Woman Sees the Goodness (334 Days)

Yesterday was crammed tight with a hundred things to do within a fifth of the hours, without a sign of food coming in. (Refer to Facebook site to vote here: Should The Write Woman divide the available food, or abstain so the kids can have more?) Here's the pizza we created last night with pita bread, cheese, spaghetti sauce, jalapenos and spices. Yummy, right?

When you wake up early in the morning to get a start on your day and still can’t figure out a way to fit it all in, what can you do? Like most people addicted to something whether drugs, alcohol, shopping, or controlling everything is their sickness, the only way to curb the illness is one day at a time. Honestly, I am unaware of what my disease is, but I must have one. Oh, I chew my nails, sometimes ‘til they bleed. That has to be an ailment. When I’m not frazzled I can grow beautiful nails, but then I usually have artificial ones. Even if I afforded acrylic nails now, I’d chew and pick them off because of stress. But if I could divert my tension to working out, the whole puzzle would come together.

So I went to work at the studio and I love it, just like I do every day. I shared with my co-workers the theme I would use to get me through the grumpies is I’m the Fairy Godmother, helping with a kind smile to get patrons through the short time we spend together. I wonder if Cinderella’s Fair Godmother ever had to help someone she didn’t like, or if she had no one to answer to. If she did have to help some crabby troll, she probably grinned from ear to ear. Anyone who has seen Shrek 2 can attest to Fairy Godmother being a real bitch, but that’s not me—at least at work.

Ricky and Jen from JcPenney's LifeTouch Photography

I talked my new co-workers into having their picture taken. Looking at them, you’d want to gobble them up, right?  These are my co-working photography friends Ricky and my ever-cheerful supervisor Jen. The photographer who does the most business this year gets a bonus. This could be my key to the last bit needed for school. I’m psyched!

Oh my God! If you live in an apartment with not-so-good insulation let me say I feel for you. People that have intercourse in them should have designated times so I don’t have to hear it. Baby Huey is going it at like a greyhound chasing a rabbit right now. I can only hope he only goes around the track once before catching it. Yep, there it is! The crowd goes wild! You especially don’t want to live in an apartment if you’re dating and have some single old maid living under you, unless you enjoy exhibitionism. She’ll hear every creak, roll, sigh, gasp, scream, and “oh shit!”

Ready for take-off!

Last night Nikki called Cameron, at his dad’s, to ask if she could sleep in his bed instead of sleeping with me. She was so enthusiastic all I could do was go along with it. Needless to say I was awakened early in the morning with a long and lean little girl snuggling up against me whispering her brother’s room is haunted. My eyes popped open. “Haunted? Why do you say that?” I asked. She candidly expressed the clock waited until she was asleep to tick loudly enough to wake her up. I tickled her back until she went to sleep.

Naked on a chilly leather couch -- YIKES!

Because Cameron is gone this morning, I’m doing my work naked with dye in my hair. Nikki strolls in, shimmying her shoulders, naked and smiling. “We’re twins!” Perhaps we need to revert back to Sesame Street and discuss the same and different. But she’s got the television on watching her favorite movie, Mama Mia, which she enjoys turning up to belt along. At seven a.m., with such a thin floor, I made her turn it down a few decibels. Unfortunately when the refrigerator runs the television is inaudible, so she stands directly in front of it singing loudly. Sorry, but I refuse to squelch it. Guess if the neighbors don’t like it, they’ll need to fire the pistols and restart the race.

Deon, Stan, and Sam--the humblest of knights

On our way to the library to post a few minutes ago, I saw the two best friends of a writer (besides a computer) off to the side of the road—a filing cabinet and a huge bookshelf—for FREE! The problem to solve is I drive a little Toyota Yaris. Not a lot of trunk room, but I was determined (or stupid), because I started walking the filing cabinet to my car. The guys standing around the moving van saw me and came over to help. One of them laughed, “You’re not going to get those in that trunk.” Guess what? They were just leaving and with my house being only a few blocks away, they said they’d deliver it for me. Coincidentally, there was exactly enough room for both of them at the rear of the truck and they were leaving now. They were a little shy when I asked to take their picture for my blog, but happier when I told them how I wanted to share with the world how Deon (left), Stan (middle), and  Sam (right) stopped what they were doing to help me. Sure hope he enjoys setting up in Herriman, Utah. See? CONCLUSION: There’s still goodness left in the world.