I know- another apology/catch up post. I have no idea when my life went into hyperdrive but it feels like I’ve been on a “run” ever since before the Marathon. With the new financial issues we have just been working- literally- to the bone to try and sweat ourselves out of debt. Considering the fact that my new meds (Tamoxiphen) have me hotflashing almost all day long in huge bouts of flop sweat- I SHOULD be ahead of the game but no… I just change clothes & shower a lot. It’s gotten so annoying that I am trying some herbal menopause relief… We’ll see. The joint pain is less but COME ON- I’m like Albert Brooks from “Broadcast News” every 30 minutes. SEXY.
To recap: We’re still broke and I fantasize daily about winning Lotto (would require me to PLAY, yes) or selling something. (Would require me to WRITE.) In the meantime- a friend has her entertainment lawyer pimping my script to prod. co.’s and it went out to 7 of them this week. Maybe ONE will get read but it’s something. We are living- literally- bill-to-bill. It’s stressful and Doug tries not to go nuts cause he’s a dude and that’s what they do but we cheerlead each other when one panicks and- as long as we co-ordinate NOT freaking on the same day- we’re good. I try and keep in mind that- I survived f-ing Cancer, I’m alive, the kids are fed, clean, loved and happy and who needs vacations or 2 nipples anyway?
The Revlon Run/Walk was last weekend. It was CHAOS. NOT a runner’s race. Too many people, no organization and little co-ordinating. Seemed like they just wanted to cram as many bodies in there as they could. Having said that- it was also inspiring and emotional. All these signs with all these lost angels, all the survivors- hopeful and bright, all the families- championing their loved ones… I was humbled and proud (When I wasn’t sweaty and claustrophobic.) I met a friends mother, Rina who was a “Bettie” with us. She is undergoing chemotherapy and was in a wheelchair decorated with pink streamers. She was BEAUTIFUL and made the entire she-bang well worth it. At the finish she stood, took of her jaunty pink turban and walked across with her grand daughter (and Max’s future wife) Autumn. The picture is breathtaking and I have referred back to it repeatedly this week when I’ve been pissy about this or that= instant perspective.
Max has decided that he wants to go to Disneyland and stay for 3 days for his b-day instead of our usual HUGE party at home. We’re cool with it and will take the $ hit because we need to. I am struggling with trying to find the time/energy to write my next script and it continues to elude me. 3 bootcamps a day, 2 kids, Facebook, and T.V. have all conspired to defeat me…
We’ll see- am hoping to keep up on the blog- in spite of it all, as practice.