It's Super Bowl Sunday, and even though Peyton (my second all-time favorite player) is playing...it just doesn't hold that magic of a Seahawks Super Bowl. Just as I started writing this, my friend is texting about the Super Bowl. She's a Broncos fan and is talking about her plans and how another party opened up, etc. I told her, "One of the benefits of living out here, is I don't have to worry about what party to go to. #jenpartyofone." This is why she is my closest friend: "HAHAHAHA Awww that is so sad." I love it. Anyway, at the same time we are texting with her sister about the Grammys. It's Super Bowl Sunday, and I'm way more excited about the Grammys in 8 days. The three of us do an actual Grammys bracket. The winner gets a personalized beer glass or something. You'd think the winner got one.million.dollars the way we get so serious about it. In fact, Amy and I did this ourselves for years until a few years ago we had her sister join us. We love her, and nobody could possibly be a real threat to our musical knowledge (yes, that's a joke-but probably how we really think), and you guessed it, Stacy won her first year. I haven't won since we started the threesome, but this is my year. Yes, I talk trash just like it's Fantasy Football or something. Anyway, it's something to think about on this Super Bowl Sunday. -For someone who loves football so much, I really should be excited about this shit. Maybe it's that I'm not home and Brian is working. It's just different.
Okay, I started writing this an hour ago, but kids, Jesse, etc. keep pulling me away from it. Just like anything when you're a parent, it takes a lot of time you hadn't planned for. I just picked Ryne up from a friend's house. He spent the night, and Good Gawd....let's just say I suggested he shower as soon as we got home. If you've ever had a teenage boy, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
So, the photo above is pretty accurate. I still don't know what the hell I was thinking with this book. I guess in this case, ignorance really was bliss. I'm just finishing reading "Big Magic" by Elizabeth Gilbert, though, and she's talking me off the ledge. Yes, it's like she wrote it just for me... Holy shit, can that woman write. If I could pick five people to sit around and drink with, she'd definitely be one of them. She's so fucking smart, but she relates on every level. Anyway, I'm writing this for me, and I need to keep reminding myself of that. I get so caught up in what everyone else will think (as I do with every goddamned thing). If I knew any better, I would've just started with writing short stories or something, but I guess if I did that I wouldn't have this book (even if it isn't ready to publish), that I'm really proud of. I want to work on it today, but if I do that-it will be my entire day. I have other things I need to get done. I wish I could just say-I'm only working on this for one hour, but after that hour-nothing else will be enough to pull me away from it. And right now, I miss the characters. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but I miss them. I have left Pandora on, when I went to pick up Ryne. When I came back, "Just the Way You Are," by Billy Joel was playing. That song, takes me to a scene in the book, that I see unfolding before my eyes. It's my very favorite scene. But they'll have to wait until next weekend (I'm telling myself this-so I don't lose myself in the book later-I'm really fighting the urge).
I was able to have a pretty lengthy visit with Sarah yesterday. I told her how so many of you have been praying for her. She wanted me to thank you all. She's working hard. I'm so proud to know her. It's a long road...so long, but as she and her husband say, she's still her same stubborn self. The other night, her dog ratted her out, as she says, when she tried to get out of bed by herself and get to the wheelchair to get ice cream in the middle of the night. Alex woke up when the dog started barking and caught her red handed. I love it! They really are the best couple. I believe it's no accident that they have the same names as the lead man and woman in my book, even though I met them long after I'd started the book. So, please continue to keep them in your prayers.
Hopefully you all are able to enjoy this Super Bowl Sunday (or 8 days to Grammys Sunday). I mean, as my friends and I were talking about this morning, at least it's socially acceptable to drink on a Sunday today. There's always that, even if you're not a football fan. So, Cheers! and Go Peyton!
~Jen
Oh, and I didn't know what song I would have for today, but as luck would have it the Air Supply Pandora Gods have just spoken to me, as "Easy" just started. It is Easy Like Sunday Morning.
-Everybody wants me to be, what they want me to be-I'm not happy when I try to fake it.
Okay, I started writing this an hour ago, but kids, Jesse, etc. keep pulling me away from it. Just like anything when you're a parent, it takes a lot of time you hadn't planned for. I just picked Ryne up from a friend's house. He spent the night, and Good Gawd....let's just say I suggested he shower as soon as we got home. If you've ever had a teenage boy, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
So, the photo above is pretty accurate. I still don't know what the hell I was thinking with this book. I guess in this case, ignorance really was bliss. I'm just finishing reading "Big Magic" by Elizabeth Gilbert, though, and she's talking me off the ledge. Yes, it's like she wrote it just for me... Holy shit, can that woman write. If I could pick five people to sit around and drink with, she'd definitely be one of them. She's so fucking smart, but she relates on every level. Anyway, I'm writing this for me, and I need to keep reminding myself of that. I get so caught up in what everyone else will think (as I do with every goddamned thing). If I knew any better, I would've just started with writing short stories or something, but I guess if I did that I wouldn't have this book (even if it isn't ready to publish), that I'm really proud of. I want to work on it today, but if I do that-it will be my entire day. I have other things I need to get done. I wish I could just say-I'm only working on this for one hour, but after that hour-nothing else will be enough to pull me away from it. And right now, I miss the characters. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but I miss them. I have left Pandora on, when I went to pick up Ryne. When I came back, "Just the Way You Are," by Billy Joel was playing. That song, takes me to a scene in the book, that I see unfolding before my eyes. It's my very favorite scene. But they'll have to wait until next weekend (I'm telling myself this-so I don't lose myself in the book later-I'm really fighting the urge).
I was able to have a pretty lengthy visit with Sarah yesterday. I told her how so many of you have been praying for her. She wanted me to thank you all. She's working hard. I'm so proud to know her. It's a long road...so long, but as she and her husband say, she's still her same stubborn self. The other night, her dog ratted her out, as she says, when she tried to get out of bed by herself and get to the wheelchair to get ice cream in the middle of the night. Alex woke up when the dog started barking and caught her red handed. I love it! They really are the best couple. I believe it's no accident that they have the same names as the lead man and woman in my book, even though I met them long after I'd started the book. So, please continue to keep them in your prayers.
Hopefully you all are able to enjoy this Super Bowl Sunday (or 8 days to Grammys Sunday). I mean, as my friends and I were talking about this morning, at least it's socially acceptable to drink on a Sunday today. There's always that, even if you're not a football fan. So, Cheers! and Go Peyton!
~Jen
Oh, and I didn't know what song I would have for today, but as luck would have it the Air Supply Pandora Gods have just spoken to me, as "Easy" just started. It is Easy Like Sunday Morning.
-Everybody wants me to be, what they want me to be-I'm not happy when I try to fake it.
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