We’re behind on our art orders and I haven’t answered emails in the past two weeks. These things are important to me, but my to-do list these days is longer than a roll of Charmin bath tissue.
It’s been such an obscure week. It started with Mother’s Day. Patrick and Maya went off to his mom’s and DeAngelo went to my mom’s. I stayed home *all alone* with a cold in bed. They came home and brought me flowers, big bars of gourmet chocolate and a plate full of macaroni salad.
Monday I thought I had an international story scoop of a lifetime. Even my editors were excited for me. I spent the whole dang day, literally morning to night, reporting on it. I visualized my byline on the front page of USA Today. I thought maybe I could be known for more than glitter and glue. A full-on Earth shattering headline that would rock the art world as we know it! However, by evening, things were not looking good. Plus, I had a fever.
So what did I do? I popped in The Notebook, and ate a bowl of Betty Crocker Warm Delights, topped with a scoop of ice cream, a mountain of whipped cream and salted pecans. And then I sobbed and ate. Ugh, so Bridget Jones! I think I’m the only person in the world who can have a cold and eat a chocolate mess like this and still moan in pleasure. Normal people sip spoonfuls of homemade chicken soup when they are sick. But not me. That’s a chubby girl for ya.
After the movie ended Patrick switched the channel to a tattoo documentary, but we had to pause it because DeAngelo wanted to tell us all about the new topic in his biology class: sex education. And, um, he repeated just about everything to us that he learned. Except he used words like “nee-nee”, “huevos” and “cookie” – all the code names we lovingly raised him on. I wondered if he mentioned the code names in class. In my clouded, stuffy head I envisioned his teacher asking the students if there were any questions, and Deangelo raising his hand and asking, “Can you repeat the part about the cookie and the nee-nee?”
Actually, I think for us, he used the code words out of respect…Those of you who have young kids, this is the kind of stuff you have to look forward to!
Alrighty, let’s move on today, shall we? (clasps hands on desk and purse lips). My story scoop was killed because the pieces didn’t come together. And then I find out that someone very important in my professional life is leaving the scene. It not only breaks my heart, but makes me chew my nails in fear of what will happen for my future. Nothing is ever forever, kids. Appreciate what you have right now at this very moment because it can change in an instant!!!
And I still have the cold. And these are just the things I’m able to share! Why do these things have to happen all in one week?
But, I’m not complaining anymore. This Thursday night I take off for Miami!! I have no right to whine! I’m a panelist/moderator/workshop teacher for the Chica Lit Club Fiesta, a Latina writer’s literary conference put on by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez. I’m still pinching myself that she invited me to be a part of it. I can hardly wait to meet all my favorite authors who will be there! Mary Castillo! Patrick Sanchez! Lynda Sandoval!
I’ve always raved on this blog about Alisa and her books. She has organized this fabulous, sophisticated, much-needed national event in the same city where her latest book (Make Him Look Good) takes place – Miami!
If you haven’t read it – all I can say it is is Crafty Chica approved. I read the thing in one week, it was so good and juicy! You will laugh and you will cry. Part of me wants to say I like it the best of all her books, but I don’t know. The Dirty Girls Social Club is dear to my heart. It’s a close race. BTW, did you know Alisa has yet another book coming out this year? It’s called Haters and it’s a teen novel, but you know I’ll be all over it! She told us about it at her signing two weeks ago.
I’m looking forward to it because the main character’s dad reminds me of Patrick – he is a cartoonist who likes to draw sexy ladies. If you’ve seen Patrick’s illos you know what I mean! When he did the sketches for my Art de la Soul book, I had to ask him to take down the cup sizes of almost all the women. He likes to draw chi-chis, even on his skeleton women!
Oh geez, I need to sign off! I just remembered tomorrow is Spirit Day at Maya’s school and she needs to wear a white shirt. That means I have a search and rescue mission with the laundry basket right about now…I have to get the shirt washed, dried and pressed by morning!
Have a great day!!