Back to our regular program, already in progress...

Went to Asheville (NC) over the weekend with some friends.  Girls' weekends are great.  I whole-heartedly endorse them.  I was one of those women who didn't do the girls' trips for the first 16 years of marriage, then I decided I would.  Fantastic!  No schedule, no agenda, no issues.  Just four women, a hotel room, a few bottles of wine, some great food, and a trip to Biltmore House.  Which, by the way, if you live in the South, or you happen to come through, you need to go there.  But go soon.  When I make bags of cash, I'm buying that bad boy.  Kidding.  Wish I weren't.  By the way, I've figured out that some of the smartest, funniest women I know of are my friends, and none of them have their own TV shows.

Anyway, I'm home now so it's time to get back into the routine.  Laundry in the washer, mail has been sorted, and comments from my editor friend read. That was kind of a Sally Field moment because he likes the book.  He likes it, he really does.  Here's a little proof:

 

Yeah, that's a feel good.  I have some issue to work out with the book, but I'll get there.  So, it makes me feel good that I've got a decent book in the works.  I'm hoping to get it into print soon. I'm hoping folks will buy it.

 

In addition to that, I'm also on the "Working to Wellness" program.  I'm finding it a bit frustrating because I'm not really losing the weight I thought I would be.  Not gaining any, but not losing either, and frankly that was the whole idea.  I'm counting calories, weighing and measuring, walking, etc., but it's just not coming off.  I know genetically, I'm not exactly predisposed to thinness.  But damn, I'd like a little something to be coming off here.  Oh well, I guess more walking it is.

Making Up for Lost Time

As if that were possible.  Too much time gone by.

Anyway, yesterday, I was at the chiropractor, I've just decided that I'll be calling him, Doc Snappy, and we got to talking about rugby.  Disclosure time (mostly so you don't think all I can do is write about rugby):  Doc Snappy is Spousetacular's co-coach for rugby.  They're becoming good friends.  Which is awesome.  So, during all the "Just Walk Away, Rene" days, the ugliness of some of the parents, etc., Doc Snappy was there for all of that.  But I digress; we got to talking about rugby and Rene, who still hasn't walked away.  Rene considers himself an ambassador for rugby...give me a minute, I need to wash the vomit from my mouth with a little Diet Coke.  So, I told Doc Snappy that I had blogged about the whole ordeal with Rene.  Well, of course, that got me thinking of how badly I'd neglected this blog.  So I took a look-see last night, and my last post, in which I apologize profusely for slacking, was in June.  So, ok, yeah.  Bad blog mommy.

School is back in session, so the Boy is off to Sophomore year.  Driver's Ed this year.  Ugh.  We've done a little driving together.  He's a nervous wreck driving.  I think it's a control thing.  He wants to be perfect at it immediately.  He's not.  No surprise.  I keep trying to get him to relax, but then he under steers and heads for the nearest hydrant, with the car.  Hopefully, some time on the simulators will help with that.  Otherwise, Spousetacular has his work cut out for him.

I really need to get a grip on my sleep - the insomnia is back.  It was fine in Iceland.  I don't know why.  Maybe because it was light all day, so when I went to bed, it was like taking an afternoon nap.  I like a nap, so that made it easy.  But now that we're back...yeah, not so much on the sleep front.  Well, not that I can't sleep.  I just can't get there earlier enough.  So getting up in the morning is hell.  Guess what?  Appears the Boy has the same issue.  Damn, I feel badly for passing that one on.

So, my book is just about ready for the query process to begin.  And when I say just about ready, I mean maybe...once I get over myself and my stupid insecurity.  Yep, it's in the finishing stages.  I should just suck it up and get it out there.  I know the logic and the theory, if it never gets read, who knows if it would have been rejected.  I know that.  It's just me.  But then I read that E.L. James of the Fifty Shades trilogy made $91 million.  REALLY????  $91 MILLION?  Ladies, we need to talk.  But first, I got a book to finish...