Checkin’ In . . . Briefly

To dispel all the rumors . . . I am not dead. Nor have I been kidnapped by circus clowns. I haven’t had my 13th nervous breakdown and been hospitalized. I didn’t run away to Vegas to get married in an Elvis chapel. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened at all . . . I’ve just been busy. Really, really busy. Trying to get my shit together, you know.

A few highlights —

Went to Moncton with the Mighty Crew, stayed at the Rodd, worked Kiwanis Lifestyle Show, partied at Ivory’s Piano Bar (super time!), did not spend too much cash, saw John Dor from Canadian Idol on the street . . .

Went to Moncton for the Frye Fest and had the best time! Met the author of The Whale Rider and a hundred other equally interesting people and a few truly special souls, spent WAY too much money, partied at the Aberdeen Centre . . .

Totally traumatized Anna. She completely freaked out when I got on the train and Sherry had to take her kicking and screaming to the car and then back to see Gary in order to get her calmed down. Passengers thought she was my baby and I was a terrible mother for abandoning her like that. She was distraught for days, refusing to talk to me on the phone or anything, just kept whimpering, “Kellie on the train!” and crying. Finally, demanded that Sherry call me today so she could speak to me. Told me she was watching Blues Clues and seemed happy to hear Nick and know I was home. Hard to believe she will be two next month . . .

Very close to moving. Viewing apartments stage. No furniture . . . but BEAUTIFUL new pots! Can’t wait to make zitti and other faves. Hope to have friends to cook for, no fun just cooking for me . . .

Trying to work . . .

Trying to write . . .

Stomach tied in knots. Nick senses and seems depressed . . .

The fish died while I was away. Poor little bugger. I kind of miss him . . . but not getting another one . . .

Hopefully things will settle down soon. Trying to blog on the Mighty blog about the weekend more in depth . . .

Having a pj party this weekend for the girls. A final hurrah, so to speak. NOT a sleep-over though. Just some wine and snacks and a “Sex and the City” marathon for a few hours, in our pjs with no pressure to get dolled up and go out. Will be fun I think. Relaxing in any event.

Mood: Tired & crazy excited, semi-sick
Drinking: Nuttin’ honey, drier than a wooden god
Listening To: Cry Baby, Janis Joplin
Hair: Man, you don’t want to know! Think infrared light beaming onto my scalp for five minutes . . . I’m hoping my hair doesn’t fall out