Sunday, July 31, 2011

Silent Sundays: Wheres and Whats of Writing at Home



Saturday, July 30, 2011

Chats with my Kids: My 7 Yr. Old Son on Life and Being a Big Brother

My 7 year old Noah striking his favourite pose.
What is the meaning of life, Noah?

It's about having fun. I like playing with my big brother and my little brother.

Brotherly love. Unless they are punching each other.
But that never happens. Hem hem.

It is important to be safe and loving to people. My favourite things about life are playing with my good friends Anthony and Daniel and now I would like to talk about something else.

Noah and his best friend Daniel showing some love
 for the crappy hockey team Toronto will always adore.

What would you like to talk about, Noah?

My DSI XL. I like playing Mario Cart DS because ummmm I like trying to come in first place. It is not important to win all the time. What is important is to have fun and try your best.

Mario, you should really pay attention to the road dude!

I like paying baseball outside too. That's all I want to talk about on this right now.

Your baby brother Drew (9 months) is right beside you. Why don't you talk to him about what you think being a big brother means to you?

Drew, for me to be a big brother is to be nice and I love you very much.

Lizard boy and his baby brother Drew

Remember when I was taking care of you when you were playing and I took your diapers out to the garbage? I smelled your bum and it smelled gross and Mama checked and you had a poo, so she changed you.

Spiffy Tucker and the Bum Cleaner.

That is what being a big brother is for.

When you're five maybe we can do arts and crafts or watch favourite shows together or play mini sticks or nerf basketball. You know that net we have where we can do slam dunks? Maybe I will help you.

Rainy day painting with big brother Julian
(and Mommy...but she took the picture)

And Drew, you know what else we can do? We can do whatever you want to do, and what we want to do not just what I want to do because that would not be fair.

Maybe we can go out together where ever everyone is going...Daddy, Mama, Julian and me, and you can come because we don't want you to be left alone. If we left you by yourself then you might get sick. You might eat too much food. We don't want anything bad to happen to you.

You are the only one who I like. Well I like all of my family.

A quiet moment reading with Daddy

So now mom, write "The End",  because I am out of ideas. No erase that. Just write "The End"

Yes sir!
(OK, so I didn't "erase that"...shhhhh).



Stream-of-Consciousness Friday Night Post (OK, it is really Saturday, but whatever...)

"Quotes about stream-of-consciousness writing are kind of a dumb concept because quotable quotes are usualy thoughtful and deep and this one clearly is not."
 - Lora Rossi

So here I sit at my computer at 10:40pm exactly and I feel like I need to post write something because I am feeling overwhelmed a bit. Just so much on my mind today. Thoughts going all over the place. So I thought I would do a total, complete stream-of-consciousness thing here where whatever comes out comes out and whatever it becomes will be posted. The only thing I will do is a quick spell check because otherwise I will completely embarrass myself cause I can't spell to save my life. A writer who can't spell. Frick.

This is kinda what my brain looks like me thinks.
But she can probably spell beatter than I can.

Anyways, I spent the better part of today - from about 11:30am until 7:00pm at the local Starbucks getting caffeine-faced on multiple coffee beverages and writing. Yeah....that's right...or write...or wrong...or left...whatever...but I was there for a while just going, going, going.

I ACTUALLY got this at Starbucks today.

And then what did I do when I got home? I spent a bit of time with my kids of into the present moment for a few...and then when they went to bed ate something...yummy leftovers from the really nice pork tenderloin dinner I made last night and no one ate cause no one ended up being home for dinner except me. I frickin hate that. But...more for me.

And then while I ate I watched some bad tabloid TV about a wife and her late husband's best friend who happened to be a pastor who were accused of killing the husband. I don't really know how it turned out because now I am at my computer talking to you. Maybe she was just pissed off cause he wouldn't give her more coffee when she wanted it. Who knows.

How dare he!?!?!????!!!

Yeah...after a full day of writing - a magazine article and an article for a big website I am really excited about...and I felt like writing more. Is there a fine line between a passion and an obsession and an addiction?

Perhaps. Perhaps not so much.

Hmmmm...something to ponder in a future post I think. But for now I will tell you I have really gotten going on Twitter in the past week. I never really used it before and now I have some really cool people following me. And I am meeting some cool moms, local celebrities, decorators, bloggers, writers, you name it...I am tweeting like a frickin bird on a wire.

I am just getting started with the song quotes people.

And speaking of birds, there is my baby crying. Hold on will ya?

Oh thanks sweetie. My husband "beat" me to it. "Beat it! Beat it!" (Sorry - brief Michael Jackson moment. RIP).

No one wants to be defeated.
Woo Hoo!

I guess I was a little slow out of the gate there. I admit, I just had a little rolo ice cream pop thing and it was frickin good but kinda sittin in my tummy like it is in a foreign country. Caffeine, sugar and a little pork. Hmmmm...great food for the brain. And diet pop with lots of shitty sugar substitutes. I gotta stop that but the President's Choice Diet Pomegranate is pretty damned tasty. Too bad we don't have vodka. Then I think I would have all the food groups covered for the day.

So I also got a few people contacting me about guest posting here at The Hugging Home...and also people contacting me about doing guest posting on their websites. Frickin' aces! (Oh my God that sounded so lame.) is almost as lame am me following Justin Beiber on Twitter but guess what? He followed me back so how'd ya like dem apples!?!? (That was for you 12 year old girls out there, in which case go to bed and go read a more age-appropriate blog!!)

Get a haircut kid.

And speaking of my healthy diet, that does remind me that I did have the forethought to take an apple with me to Starbucks which I did consume. So there. The doctor will stay away for at least one more day and I consider it a tribute to amazing teachers everywhere.

My back hurts. I have this new little compact office secretary desk thing that is actually quite cute - my husband actually called it "The Hugging Home" as a joke, cause it is white-washed wood with doors and has a little light and pics of the kids and little things that make me happy and my writing notes and computer get the point. But I am sittin on this little sea grass ottoman that is quite lovely I must say, but not really made for sitting at a computer for hours on end. But sometimes it is better to look good than to feel good...and I look maaahhhhh-vah-lous! Frankly, though, I would rather be sittin on the dock of the bay...watchin the tide roll away. But I'm wasting time at least.

OK, I lie. I don't look marvelous at all. I look like shit. My hair is a mess. Looks worse than Justin's that's for sure. I am wearing very short yoga shorts because it is humid - even though my ample thighs warrant a tad more coverage, and a thin, white, low-cut t-shit with an empire waist that makes me look both pregnant and quite boobified, despite the fact that the only reason I have boobs is because of the rolo ice cream treats I keep eating. And my husband appreciates the look none the less. Too bad I am busy writing. Again. Sorry hon. Priorities. Who needs sex? Who needs sleep?

Or...I could stop writing stupid captions and go to bed NOW!

Oh frick. Perhaps I should go talk to him a little. I have hardly say anything to him today at all because of the kids and the writing and his day trip to his sister's place for a fun swim with the boys. So mommy could write and write and write.

Is that right? To love to write? It is, right? No? It's wrong, you mean? Or just a little left of right?

In any case, I do know that Who is on first, What's on second...or was that third base?

As for me...I'm in the outfield. Sitting on the grass.
Probably about to be hit by a baseball.

As you can clearly see, the caffeine is wearing off and I am starting to crash. So before I just keep writing and writing and writing until I fall aslee....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Wow. I very nice rendering of yours truly I think.
Very realistic. Mildly attractive. Simply sexy.
Purple is my colour.

OUCH! Oh! Sorry! Crashed. Better get an ice pack.

Or another iced coffee perhaps?!?