My Husband's Bio

My husband is having a really bad day. He's sick. He has a project due Monday. He has an interview Monday and yes, something else, is fucked up in our house.

Anyway, I know he'll never use this bio that I wrote about him. But I think it's pretty good.

Creativity is in the small stuff. That’s what drives aspiring writers to drink. Because after coming up with a great “concept”, you have to actually sit down and do the day-to-day work. It’s the small stuff, agonizing over every word or choice of typeface that will weed out truly creative people.

Rod will drive you to drink. His maddening progression toward completion of a project is just too much for the average ADD brain. Consider this for a moment. What if every step in creative is of equal importance? Therefore every decision to cut corners detracts from the greatness of the final piece. Rod will hang in there while all the “concept” people fall by the wayside. He does it this way because he loves design and he is also a seriously competitive guy. When everyone loses interest, even the client has lost interest for God’s sake, Rod stays focused on producing the best possible work.

When I first met Rod I found his focus on detail annoying. It stripped the creative process of romance for me. Now my ideas about romance are changing. It’s not the “concept” of romance that matters as much to me. Love is in the small stuff.

Scrabulous Wherefore Art Thou?

I know I've been writing sort of cheater blogs this month, lacking substance if you will. But this thing with Scrabulous is entirely serious to me.

My sister-in-law told me about Scrabulous and I quickly became addicted to the game. I have that gene you know. I love old school scrabble but you can't play it on your own and you can't try out all those BS words you were never sure would work like you can with Scrabulous. QAT is a word by the way. So is EL.

Please come back. What will I do without you? Work? Talk to my husband? These are not options.

By Noon

Here's what I've been up to today. It's noon:

1. Wake up.
2. Start period 7 days early.
3. Exchange emails with friends re: early period. Consensus is caused by stress.
4. Get dressed in clothes from yesterday.
5. Brush teeth / not hair.
6. Make school lunch.
7. Fill out Scholastic Book Order for stinky chemistry experiments (must've agreed to this after wine).
8. Field anxiety/OCD phone call.
9. Make child's breakfast.
10. Nag child about getting off computer.
11. Nag child about putting on shoes.
12. Get Starbucks.
13. Fold load of laundry on front steps while waiting for bus.
14. Go to gym.
15. 68 minutes on high elliptical = minus 9 points on Weight Watchers.
16. Eat breakfast.
17. Edit / re-write babysitter's son's resume.
18. Come up with biscuit topping ideas for creative director husband. Thank you Pillsbury Grands for not paying me.
19. Check recipe books for additional biscuit topping ideas. Husband giving me the fake "yeah that's a good idea" that I know he won't use.
20. Saved by molasses and brown sugar toppings.
21. Submit 100-word write up to publication for client for upcoming trade show.
22. Insert load of dirty clothes into washer, wet clothes into dryer.
23. Make burger patties for dinner.
24. Cook patties.
25. Bleed radiators.
26. Make the bed.
27. Write blog.

I wrote this down the other day, something my son said to me. He said, "Where does the time go mom?" I said I didn't know. He said, "Probably somewhere that it never comes back."

After reviewing this list, I know where the time goes. I regret that it never comes back.