Work, and Wondering When We Don’t Do It

I’m disoriented. As I mentioned a bit back, I just took over the HGTV site. Which was in the middle of being redesigned. This is by far the biggest site I’ve ever run. And there are tens of thousands of pages — articles, packages, specials, shows, video players, landing pages, etc, etc, etc, etc. It relaunches this week.

Jumping into the middle feels like when you run down a hill and then suddenly gravity grabs you and you’re going faster and faster and not really in control. Now I’m right at the point of going ass over tea kettle. We’re working late every night. We’re working all weekend. And I spend so much time thinking “WTF are they talking about?” and then trying to say something smart. I just need to get this baby out the door before I do something W-R-O-N-G. I feel like I’ve been working so much that I can’t catch my breath. I love my job, but I miss my family and I would also love a little time to myself.

Now allow me to contradict myself: I went to the movies! I haven’t been to a movie in over a year. I went to TWO movies. When my mom hit town last week Damon and I went to see Quantum of Solace. In case you haven’t seen it, it goes like this: FIGHTFIGHTPARKOURFIGHTexpositionFIGHTFIGHTKNIFEFIGHTEXPLOSIONexpositionFIGHTEXPLOSIONAXECROTCHfin.
Today I took a break and mom and I went to see Four Christmases. I’ve already forgotten most of that, so I can’t do a recap. I don’t care. I loved them both. I was just so happy to be in a movie theater. Did you ever notice how good they smell? If you can’t appreciate that, you should stay away for a year and then go back.

My mom has been here for about ten days and she was heaven sent. She’s been a miracle worker around the house to keep us fed and sane while I’m so absent. She’s leaving tomorrow and I am super bummed about that. I’m considering going out and taking that wire thingy out of her car like the nuns did to the Nazis in Sound of Music.

In other fun family news, my mom bought Alden an Ernie doll that I think is a re-skinned Tickle Me Elmo. I don’t have first-hand experience with the latter, but I seem to recall that he laughs and falls over. That’s what Ernie does. Regardless, Alden is absolutely terrified of him. He can’t even look at him. Even when I held Alden and we stood way across the room, he just fussed and pointed and even shook a little until we banished the doll. First we put him up on a shelf in the laundry room but this afternoon Alden was scooting by and saw it there. He froze, and then he stared at it and whimpered until I made a big show of throwing Ernie out the door. Now he lives inside a cupboard.

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18 responses to this post.

  1. He’s a funny kid, that Alden. Isn’t it amazing that he understands throwing something away?

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  2. He’s a funny kid, that Alden. Isn’t it amazing that he understands throwing something away?

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    • He knocks me out. The other one that kills me is that he’ll fling his pacifier out of the bed in the morning and then raise his arms and shoulders in this elaborate “Who knows?” shrug. Break down the components of that and it’s kind of amazing.

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  3. I’m so glad you got to see two movies. However, I think you need to get rid of Ernie for good before Sesame Street is show non grata for ever.

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  4. I’m so glad you got to see two movies. However, I think you need to get rid of Ernie for good before Sesame Street is show non grata for ever.

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  5. When I was a little girl, I used to be scared of this book called “The Monster At the End of this Book” by Grover. It was basically Grover talking about the monster at the end of the book and how we shouldn’t turn any pages because then we’ll get closer to the end of the book and he does all kinds of things to get us to not turn the page, yadda yadda. (of course at the end of the book, Grover is the only monster, chee.). But I was TERRIFIED OF THIS BOOK. I would hide it and when they found it I would hide it again and again. Oh how I still laugh at that.
    I was also afraid of those aliens on Sesame St, the ones who went “brrrring” at the telephone and “waw waw waw” all the time. Mom said I’d hide behind the couch when they came on the TV!

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  6. When I was a little girl, I used to be scared of this book called “The Monster At the End of this Book” by Grover. It was basically Grover talking about the monster at the end of the book and how we shouldn’t turn any pages because then we’ll get closer to the end of the book and he does all kinds of things to get us to not turn the page, yadda yadda. (of course at the end of the book, Grover is the only monster, chee.). But I was TERRIFIED OF THIS BOOK. I would hide it and when they found it I would hide it again and again. Oh how I still laugh at that.
    I was also afraid of those aliens on Sesame St, the ones who went “brrrring” at the telephone and “waw waw waw” all the time. Mom said I’d hide behind the couch when they came on the TV!

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    • Oh heavens, I loved that book. I kept my copy forever and it was just a few years ago that I finally lost track of it. That Christmas my mom gave me a new one. It’s on Alden’s book shelf now. I’ll be sure to put it away if you ever come over.

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  7. He knocks me out. The other one that kills me is that he’ll fling his pacifier out of the bed in the morning and then raise his arms and shoulders in this elaborate “Who knows?” shrug. Break down the components of that and it’s kind of amazing.

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  8. I should. Want him?

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  9. Oh heavens, I loved that book. I kept my copy forever and it was just a few years ago that I finally lost track of it. That Christmas my mom gave me a new one. It’s on Alden’s book shelf now. I’ll be sure to put it away if you ever come over.

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  10. Good lord, no! Bury that thing in the back yard with some silver coins and some holy water.

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  11. Good think for you I don’t have your address.
    Did you ever read Pet Semetary?

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  12. BWAH! πŸ˜€

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