Tuesday, July 20, 2010

This Regular Blog is Becoming a Video Blog

Yes, I'm sorry about that. I've been having trouble getting to this blog as much as I would like because of work and being lazy.But we watched the whole entire thing last night, which also means that this is a fairly long video recap.I look darling in it, as per usual, except for when I look like a sausage. This season of taping recaps has taught me two things: (1). I never want to go blond; and (2). I can't wait for the next season when I can play more than one character.

Dan is a trooper. When my friends see one of these videos, they always say, What a good sport he is! But trust me, he likes doing this as much as I do. Or more.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Bachelorette is Almost Wrapping Up

And so is my summer writing class, so maybe (just maybe...) Dan and I will be able to do some instant replays until the show finishes up in like 2 weeks. Here's one we did last night:

Sunday, July 11, 2010

What We Made at Tattooed Mom's After the World Cup

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Dog Sitting

Somehow, I managed to offer and be taken up on the offer to dog sit this weekend. I realized almost right away that I would need somehelp, so Lisa Marie has been my walker friend, even going so far as to get up at 6:45 AM this morning to get the dogs fed and walked at 7 AM. That's what I call a good friend.

I forgot how much energy dogs have. I'm used to cats who can sit or lie like lumps for hours at a time, barely requiring one to notice their existence. Dogs, on the other hand, are noisy breathers, they scratch at their collars, they pull your arm out of your socket as you walk them, and you have to pick up their warm poop with your hands. I still like dogs, but I do appreciate my Emma Carol just a little bit more, even though, this morning, she was walking all over the stovetop, flaunting her own saftey.

Anyway, here is an example of dog walking for you.


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Friday, July 9, 2010

Friday photos

Not a lot of time to write this post, so I can't promise my usual brilliant commentary.I also haven't been taking many walks in the morning b/c of the heat, so not too many windows here really. In fact, none. But here is fat Emma Carol. Look how stumpy her tail is.

Dan and Luke at the Phillies game where we sold an extra ticket and were given a counterfeit $100 Ben Franklin. Luke liked playing in the Kids Zone more than he enjoyed watching the game.



Your weekly Virgin Mary.


This is a dog training school. I just liked the sign.

The Buddha as a young boy.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

As the World Turns

Is that soap even on any more? I wonder whatever happened to Holly from The Guiding Light? I bet you anything if it is still on and I tune in, that I'd be able to catch up in like 15 minutes. She's probably back with Roger, right?

I've given up on The Bachelorette commentary, at least until my Monday writing class is over and I can focus all of my attention. I pick Roberto. For me, it will always be about Roberto.

Dan and I were waiting for the train this morning and heard these two very South Philly people talking about their lives. One was a mail woman. I've seen her before. She's older with a kind of retro look--hair pulled up in a bandana like Bananarama and cat eye glasses. She was talking with this younger guy wearing a baseball hat, oversized polo shirt, and jean shorts. He also had a series of badly done tattoos, one of which read "Raw." She said, "Yeah, my neighbor's son just went to jail." The guy said, "For what?" She said, "He shot and killed somebody." He said, "Yeah, me too. But I did my time." She said, "Oh, well, it must have been an accident. YOu must have been crazy in the head." He shrugged. "Naw, not really." He went on to describe the crime, but I couldn't hear what he was saying b/c the train started barreling toward our stop.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Heat Wave

We're being warned to expect unexpected hotness for the next few days. I'm not sure what we're supposed to do about this, except for maybe to postpone our usual marathon training activities. It is hot, but I think Easterners are a little spoiled. Try spending some time in Florida in the summer. It's always an excessive heat wave.

Here is picture that Liz sent me of the bear I gave them for their baby who won't come out of her body (her due date was last Sunday). Please send them good vibes for an easy-breezy birth. Like, soon:

Monday, July 5, 2010

Writing Stuff

Here's a link to my latest piece from Philadelphia Stories called "Revise, Revise, and Then Try Revising."

Truthfully, I haven't been revising anything, but I have been sorta/kinda working on the wheelchair story--the one about the girl who's dating a paraplegic; a very attractive guy who is also an asshole. I like some of the scenes, but ti's not hanging together that well as a whole, because I keep coming up against the question of why she wouldn't just break up with him. And I don't want to be too plotted about it, like, she's dating him because she was molested and he can't chase her. Or she's dating him because her mother was in a wheelchair and they never connected. I want it to be a little less dramatic and authentic. So, then I have to think about times when I've maybe dated someone who I didn't actually like that much. This has happened. More than once. And I stayed because it was just too scary to think about being single or alone. It was better to be with someone I didn't even really like that much than to break up. But I sometimes did leave the guy, and sometimes, he left me, which was even worse, like he won the race to the break-up finish line. But I also don't necessarily want it to be a story where it can have only one of two endings--they break up or they don't--but, really, what are the alternatives? I'm going to go back and read Mary Gaitskill's "Secretary" to see how she manages to make it plausible that a girl continues to go to a job where her boss spanks her regularly. Mostly, if I remember it correctly, she does it because she's bored. Maybe my character continues to date the guy b/c he has central air. But of course, that makes her shallow and possibly unlikable.