Thursday, May 8, 2008

I'm "it"

I almost forgot I got tagged! (There's that memory thing again.) I blame Leanna for this who blames Kwana so it's all Kwana's fault.

So now I'm supposed to say 6 quirky things about myself. Hmmm.... Okay, that's gonna be hard to do (snort! yay, right!)

1. When I was growing up, I played cowboys and indians on real horses. Actually, we were mostly just camping cowgirls with no indians in sight. But we still had a real horse there. When we weren't trying to ride him, he was great at being a prop. When we tried to ride him, on the other hand, he was an excellent bucking bronco--or maybe that was just with me. (As an aside to this, I got so good at being bucked off horses, I knew how to step off without getting thrown.)

2. Along with being the "Shark Lady" at the natural history museum in Las Vegas, I was also the unofficially "snake nurse" and appeared on local T.V. stations a couple of times as the "snake nurse". Since I was more of a marine person than a reptile person when I got the job, taking on the snake nurse job was a bit of a challenge. Got some great pictures out of it, though.

3. My secret (or maybe not so secret) dream is to be an extra in movies--and not just any extra, but the kind where you get your name in the credits. You know, those roles like "Third Woman in Line" or "Waitress #2" or "Lady Who Screams". Those are my kind of roles! What fun.

4. I consider Die Hard 1 a Christmas movie. But I'm not the only one who does this! My mom considers it a Christmas movie too :)

5. When I was a kid, I entertained the idea of being an Olympic diver. I even taught myself how to do a back dive in our pool. Then I got onto the high dive at a public pool and decided, "I don't want to do all that training after all."

6. I spend so much time talking to my dog, that sometimes I'll direct comments to him even when he's not around. I've always said, having a dog in the room will keep people from thinking you're crazy talking to yourself. The problem comes when you're still talking to the dog and he's not there. :)

Okay, those are a few of my quirky things (I could have gone on). My turn to tag someone and I'm going to tag J.C. Wilder, Carolan Ivey, and Stacey Klemstein. Sorry ladies! Blame Kwana :)

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Do brain cells really grow back after childbirth?

My mom promises me they do, but I'm starting to worry.

The last two weeks, I've been up to my eyeballs with getting writing work done and recovering from RT. Recovering from RT always takes a bit of time, but the full week of RT while pregnant left me really tired. So I was antisocial the first week back and actually got some writing done--yay me! RT itself was great fun with lots of good gossip and mayhem, but since most of that got reported on other blogs I won't bother. They all did the conference better justice than I could. (See JC Wilder's blog and the SmartBitchesTrashyBooks blog for some good RT gossip.)

So I'm back, I'm rested, I got a lot of writing done. And now it's hitting me--I'm having a baby in two months and I have NOTHING done. Panic sets in. So much to do, so much to do!!

When I calm down, I realize there's time. But the panic is still lurking, waiting to rear its ugly head while I'm supposed to be doing healthy things like sleeping. Fortunately, some very dear friends are helping me out. A friend at work who had a baby last year even made me a list of all the things I needed to put in my registry (and this is how far behind I am--I didn't even start a registry until last week). All I can say is thank the Universe for friends who are both wiser and calmer than I am.

Not that I'm a particularly panicky mom. That's sort of the problem. I allow my laid back nature to reign for long periods of time. Then suddenly urgency smacks me in the face. But it's okay, I can go back to ignoring the urgency pretty quickly.

Especially since I seem to be seeping brain cells. Not that I could afford to loose that many, but baby seems to be taking what few I had. I was supposed to attend a brunch on Saturday with my RWA chapter where the lovely Hope Tarr was our guest speaker. I paid in advance for this brunch and everything. So Friday rolls around, and I'm thinking about what I'll do Sunday while my husband is off running a marathon (He ran a marathon! He did really well. I'm so proud of him.). The plan for Sunday was to tackle one of the projects that was sending me into panics, and then take myself up to DSW where I intended to treat myself to at least 1 pair of shoes--I had a couple of cash back coupons. Wohoo! With my Sunday plan in mind, I figured I'd spend Saturday with my hubby and take the day easy.

10:30pm that night I take Eddie for a walk. And it suddenly hits me. "Oh *&@#! I forgot about the brunch!" That's right. I didn't even remember that I'd forgotten until hours later.

This is to date the worst case of forgetfulness I've had. Although, to be fair, I have forgotten quite a bit over the last few months. But this one takes the cake.

Speaking of which, it's my birthday month so I'm having cupcakes--after I go to the doctor and get weighed in :) At least my brain cells are leaving room for cupcakes. Good remaining brains cells!