It's Good to Have Goals



I'm filching from the big guns today.

Heather Armstrong, of...everywhere you turn...has a new book out, Things I Learned About My Dad (in Therapy).  I've only read the first essay, and it's wonderful.  I annoyed the crap out of TWGH the other night by making him listen to me read excerpts from it while he was trying to go to sleep. 

Not to be outdone, Rita of Surrender, Dorothy has put together a compilation of writings from various familiar names, this one is entitled Sleep is for the Weak.  I don't think it's even out yet, and I haven't read a word of it, but the title is perfection.   



One of the writers included in this book is
HER.  She's got her own blog, but she contributes in a bunch of places, and she's funny and a good writer, and oh yes...SHE'S IN A BOOK.  I'm kind of hoping that because her first name is my first name, she calls herself a hostess on her blog, and she used to live near where I live, we are somehow related.  Does it work that way?

Cindy is very busy these days, what with working on the HBO adaptation of her book, so I've been shopping around for a new fake best friend.  I might have found one! 

So what am I filching?  It's kind of complicated.  I'm not really filching any of her recent posts on Motherhood Uncensored, because, even though they are funny and clever, they are mostly about being pregnant and other stuff....like being on the $%##&$ Today show.  Alas.  I cannot relate.   I have been, but thank the good lord holy crap I'm not kidding am not now pregnant, nor has anyone ever asked me to appear on possibly the most watched television show in the history of the universe.  Hard to believe, I know.   She wrote a piece about pubic hair awhile ago that had me laughing so hard my face froze in that laughing-face-ache-hey-I'm-the-Joker-grimace, but I think I'll let her have the last word on that topic...although...I hear you, sister.

I'm just going to go ahead and filch her life.  Today I'm going to let go of WWGKD and instead try to imagine a universe in which I write well enough that somebody will want to publish what I say and put me on the Today show.  At minimum, I'm going to try to get someone to take a picture of me that looks as good as hers does.  Most pictures of me look like I've just woken up or I've recently been stung by a sea urchin in the face. 




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