I have a very loud, loud dog.
She barks throughout the day.

She barks to warn us and to help us,
she barks when all's ok.

I have a very loud, loud dog,
Her barking is like a riot.

But I have to say I'd love her still
if she decided to just be QUIET.

Yesterday I had an amazing half hour conversation with a well known agent in Los Angeles. Amazing? Does not quite do this conversation justice. Maybe more like God decided to let me have a perfect moment, one that I imagined for a long, long time. This agent loves my art, loves my writing and can't wait to start pitching my children's books to major publishing houses. This has nothing to do with the other news from a few days ago, so I am floating on a cloud, about to sign my second contract this week!!! I am not quite thinking clearly today. It is not everyday that someone calls you up to tell you that they clearly can see your vision for your life and they ASK YOU if they can help you realize it. I am too excited for words really. Yesterday after I got off the phone with her it was if someone injected me with a 100 cups of coffee. I called Best Boyfriend Ever to tell him every detail. Then proceeded to call friends and family and tell them every detail. Then proceeded to tell the boyfriend every detail AGAIN when he got home. He is so sweet to listen to my rambling again and again and again.

But just to keep my ego in check, thank goodness I have kids. I was bouncing off the walls when they walked in the door after school and blurted the news to them. "That's great, Mom. I'm happy for you." Noah said with a sweet smile not understanding how big a deal it was. "Cool mom. So...that's something good with your art and books?" Sophie asked as she plopped down in front of the TV and began watching Hannah Montanta. "Guys!!!" I exclaimed. This is a REALLY BIG DEAL!!" I really, really tried to emphasize the moment, get them to enjoy it with me - BE a part of it. Yeah, not so much. Sophie looked up and said, "Yeah, it's good, I get it, I get it. So...do you want to go play frisbee before it rains? Oh, what's for dinner?"

Thank goodness for kids, right? They keep you grounded. BUT. STILL. EXCITED!!!

And now back to reality. Time for work-work. Ya know the kind that pays the bills. I have an interview to do for a part time designer in ten minutes. Reality. At least I love this job too. Life is good.

I have a very, very stupid dog.
He gets dumber every day.

He sits when I say to come,
and he runs when I yell "Stay!"

I have a very, very stupid dog,
so I'll take care of him forever.

But maybe instead of stupid,
that makes him very, very clever.

I have a lazy, lazy dog. She never moves at all.
She sleeps all day, then all night, never coming when I call.

I have a lazy, lazy dog. She just lays there all the day.
But she really is quite well behaved if I tell her, "Stay!"




Yesterday I had a wonderful day with my babies. Sophie made me lunch and served it to me. Noah made himself a sandwich and ate it next to me. Then he vacuumed and put laundry away. What more could a mother ask for?? All I wanted to do yesterday was hang out with the kids. So we all just lounged, watched some tv, hung out on the deck, Sophie and I ran to the store and got frisbees, balls, etc to play outside and had fun playing catch trying to get to the balls we missed before the dogs did.

I would have pictures, but I left my camera up in Athens when Best Boyfriend Ever visited this lovely lady and her hubbie and new baby. Her baby is officially the CUTEST BABY EVER and for the first time in a looong time my ovaries said, "Hey! Let's make one of those!!" To which I promptly responded, "Hey, you two down there, shutuppa your faces!" and then had a shot of tequila to keep 'em quiet. Seriously, she is mushy and cute and has those thighs you just wanna gnaw on and she SMILES that devilishly cute smile that makes people without children that are thinking about having one think, "Oh my gosh! Look how cute, honey! They look like so much fun and I know, let's have one!!" And then you go home and that baby looks at her mom and says, "Phew, it was hard being so cute and charming all day. Now for some reality. I just pooped again even though you just changed me and oh, and by the way, I don't plan on sleeping until Tuesday and I plan on crying for the next two hours about nothing in particular. Have fun!"

But really, this baby could be the exception to the rule. Ya know why? Cause she can sleep through Rock Band. Yuh huh. Right in her little pack and play next to me screaming my little heart out that, yes indeed, "I'm a Cowboy" along with Bon Jovi. So yeah, I am totally addicted to Rock Band! Even though I failed out on all three instruments except for the singing (which I TOTALLY got over 90% on over and over again) so I got sing the whole time!! Woohoo!! I love me some Rock Band. I think I know what I will be doing with my stimulis money from Uncle Sam. Screw the patio furniture we were going to get. Cause I'm a cowboy and cowboys need to rock!