Carrie-on Baggage: Advice to writers: Sometimes you just have to stop writing. Even before you begin.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Advice to writers: Sometimes you just have to stop writing. Even before you begin.

I'm currently blogging to you from the sanctuary of my bathroom, even though I can hear my child squealing outside the bathroom door, and her father trying desperately to entertain her and not bother me. He is such a good husband. It would be more effective though if he was singing her Disney songs and not trying to tell her what he did at work today, because I don't even understand that mess, and I know some of the words he is saying.
Poor Husband though, he is seriously getting burned out on work and travel. He needs a vacation. He is starting to break down. I told him if he gets to go to DC for like a week we would love to go with him because I would love to spend the afternoons at the Smithsonian again. I went with my Mom and Grandma ages ago when my Mom had a work conference there. These days she takes my dad on all of her travel assignments.
Anyway like I was saying Seth is running on fumes when it comes to work. He spent Monday and Tuesday at home sick with a sore throat, which sucks for us because its not like he is doing something enjoyable like hanging out with us or putting this damn house back together so we can move sometime before we have our next kid. It will probably take us that long to sell it.
What I really want is to take our honeymoon to Mexico, but I know there is a better chance of tap dancing pigs in my bedroom than that happening any time soon.
Evie is crawling backwards. Its hilarious and concerning all at once. I suppose if I was learning how to crawl and I had never done it before going backwards would seem safer than falling on my face trying to go forward.
We have a busy weekend. We used to have a busy weekend as a family but we lost Seth to work. This weekend we have the Sarpy County Fair for my Mom and football starts Sunday!
I've officially decided to root for the Bengals. I wish there was time for me to get a Dhani Jones jersey or something. I priced one on NFL.com and WHOA.
Anywhoo I'd better get in the bath before I losing my "me" time. Hope you all are having a good week!
Love (listening to Seth talk to Evie),
Carrie

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AnonymousAugust 6, 2010 at 8:50 PM
wow u wirte alot
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An almost daily blog of Carrie's ramblings that come from her baggage in life. Carrie lives with her disgustingly smart husband, amazing daughter bulldozer son and two Bengal cats in Colorado Springs. She is an avid reader and an obsessive television watcher. She loves to travel, sleep, snuggle and generally be friggin awesome. She suffers a smartphone addiction. She makes inane pop culture references. She hopes one day someone will give her a talk show where she talks about all the tv she watches, gossip she reads about on the internet, and life observations she has. Comments and followers make me blog more frequently, its a guilt thing.

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Love (to ramble incessantly),
Carrie

About the Kidtens

I have two Bengal Cats-Bagheera and Willow. Willow is the girl and the spotted snow and Bagheera is the boy and the spotted dark. They are fixed so we can't breed them-my Pops is still mad at me for that. I would love to tell you about my breeder, but they were pretty horrible and apparently don't exist anymore. This could be because Bengals are illegal in Omaha (I live in Omaha's Sarpy County, which is not Omaha, it's an SID) or because they had 26 cats in a tiny corner of the basement stacked on top of each other.

Willow was actually our second choice in snows. We decided to get two because Bengals are notoriously active and we didn't want one to get lonely and eat our house while we were gone. Willow gets smarter every day. She recently figured out how to turn on the sinks, which bodes well with her love of water. She loves Seth more than anything, but has been known to cuddle with me too when I'm sad. She's a sweet girl. She also will NOT SHUT UP. If you wonder what a conversation with a cat is like, come chat with Willow. Willow is also known as Willow Bee, the Beezus, and Pretty Kitty.

Bagheera is your typical boycat. He sleeps with us most nights and we have worked out a "snacks for snuggles" barter system. He gives you love on his terms. Bagheera was born with a bad right back leg. The breeders told us that he broke it in the womb because there was too many kittens in the litter. The vet told us that he didn't know a thing about it until days later. So far he uses it like peg leg and it doesn't bother him at all. We talked to the vet about getting it fixed but the vet says the way he uses it, like a pirate, it wouldn't heal properly and he still would try to use it like he does. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him so we are cool. The breeders told me they were going to put him down because they couldn't sell him and the price of the "surgery" would outweigh his "value". I practically snatched him and ran. They gave him to me for free. He has an amazing coat-show quality. I wonder if there is a cat show special olympics... Bagheera is also known as Baggy, Bags,Doots, Stinky Boy Kitty, and Buddy Bear.

Anyway that's me, Carrie-patron Saint of lost causes and handicats.