Anatomy 105: A One Act

My mom (Meemee) stayed with Bob this evening while Jeff and I went out for a few hours. To delay the actual sleeping part of bedtime, Bob engaged Meemee in conversation.

ANATOMY 105: A ONE ACT

BOB is laying in bed. MEEMEE rubs his back .

MEEMEE

Time to close your eyes.

BOB

Your skin is there to hold in your bones.

MEEMEE

That’s right, and your blood, and your muscles, and organs.

BOB

Yeah.

MEEMEE

That’s why when you cut yourself you bleed. Your skin gets a little break in it and then you have to use a BandAid.

BOB

(lifting his shirt)
These are my bones.

MEEMEE

Those are your ribs.

BOB

They hold everything inside together.

MEEMEE


Yes, they do.

BOB

Let me show you my balls.


END SCENE

Be Afraid Then Do It Anyway And Then Possibly Throw Up

Fact: Jumping out of a plane was less scary than starting the blog. Trust me.

I started this blog on May 16, 2009. I was petrified. It’s been a number of years since I had written anything other than rather dry information-y articles and when I had written in my previous TV life it was always with Jennifer, my hugely talented then writing/producing partner. My confidence was lacking and hitting publish on my first post triggered an anxiety attack that lasted a number of days. I was horrified of sucking and then would console myself by thinking that it wouldn’t matter because no one would be reading it anyway. Self obsession shame spiral, anyone?

I had decided to start my blog after some attempts to get rolling on a book had been frustrating. I realized that I was out of practice with getting my thoughts on paper. (I’m aware that there is no paper involved here but “screen” doesn’t sound right.) I thought that getting into the daily habit of posting would help get that part of my brain back in shape. I had no idea what to expect.

From the start, my friends and family have come to the rescue and have been supportive readers because they are just stuffed with awesome like that. My husband has written code, proof-read, offered great topic ideas, and talked me down from my adorable obsessive compulsive blog ledge many times. There is also a magic at work where anytime I write about him as the main topic, my viewer numbers for the day skyrocket. I guess he’s not just helpful but also fascinating.

The thing I have been most surprised with is the number of other bloggers I have gotten to know and adore. People I think of as friends, although most I have never met. If I had known that this particular party was out here waiting for me, I may have gotten my whole thing together sooner.

Thanks everybody. I like it here.


This was my answer to the question: How long have you been blogging?
From Dera's meme over at Casablanca.

It's Pronounced Yool Hoose

This was my answer to the question: Do you have Christmas lights up outside?
From Dera's meme at Casablanca.

I credit my green-milk-on-St.Patrick’s-Day mother for instilling me with a love of all things seasonal and holiday. My collection of holiday decorations (Christmas/Halloween/Easter/Haunkkah/Thanksgiving) is somewhat restrained (4 large plastic bins) considering what it could be.

I am the one hanging out with all the grandmas in places like Jule House of Solvang. In my other life, I’m one of the people on those HGTV Christmas specials with a different themed tree in every room of the house.

I took down our Christmas tree and outside lights on New Year’s Day, as I do every year. I missed them immediately. There are houses on our block that have up the house lights year round. I’ve heard of funny old ladies who keep up a Christmas tree all year too. I don’t believe that this Mrs. Rosenberg will be one of those old ladies, but never say never.

The Shadow

That coffee cup looks desperately empty.

My friend Jennifer is an early adapter of technology. Over breakfast at Jerry’s Deli sometime in 1992, she was explaining to a few of us how drastically our lives were about to change with the advent of the home computer. I could understand using computers for work but the idea of everyone I knew having one in their home was hard to wrap my mind around.

“You’ll have one in your house. Everyone you know will.”

“For what, though?” I asked.

“You’ll talk to people. Share information. Shop. You’ll read books. Watch movies…”

“But I already do all of those things. Why do I need a computer for that? Plus, I can’t even type.” I was skeptical and thick and thought this all sounded like a very expensive fad. The cordless new phone thing was cool, but all of this computer lifestyle stuff seemed a little far-fetched.

’92 me would simply not have accepted the reality of today’s me. Of course, I do all of the things on the computer that Jennifer had told me I would. I also met my husband online. When we eloped to Vegas, our friends and family were able to watch our wedding ceremony, live streaming on their computers. My laptop follows me around the house like a dog, to the front porch, the bed, the backyard. I often keep it set up in the kitchen during the day. I check in with you guys and wave hello above the intermittent isolation that comes from being a stay-at-home-mom. Often, you guys wave back. And I still can't type.


This was my answer to the question: What room is your computer in? From Dera’s meme at Casablanca.

Smacksy Sunday Link: What I'm Looking At

Question: What are you looking at right now?
Answer: I'm looking at this video of one of my favorite people, at one of our favorite places, telling me to, "Look at the clouds, Mama!"
The Favorite Person and I try to look at The Favorite Place as often as possible.



This is Day 2 of my answers for another Favorite Person's (Dera's) bloggy-Casablanca- meme thingy.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: What I'm Listening To

Question: What are you listening to right now?
Answer: I am listening to pants-free piano right now. And yesterday. And I'm betting tomorrow too.

My separated at birth blog sister Dera at Casablanca tagged me in a meme* over at her place. I'm in and taking it a question a day over here.

* Mom - A meme is one of those things like we email each other sometimes where you have to answer a list of questions like, "What did you have for breakfast this morning?" They're fun, right? It's pronounced meem. Oh, and coffee, a banana, and a Snickers Fun Size. You?

Everything Starts Right Now

You guys? It's going to be really great. Trust me. I know people. Really great. For real.