5.13.2008
TRAMBLINGS...
(courtesy of ABC)
The final episode of WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB airs tonight at 10pm. It's the series finale not just the season finale. I share credit on the episode with MATT WITTEN. As expected ABC canceled the show and went with ELI STONE instead. WIFE SWAP gets our old Friday night time slot. The above clip is a scene from my first episode that aired in November. I was home for Thanksgiving so my mom got to see it. We all screamed so loud when my name flashed on screen. A great moment. So glad she was there for that.
Tricky times these days. Some days I get by fine, other days I cry myself to sleep. I believe that it's all normal and I didn't punch anybody out on Mother's Day which I'd like to chalk up as progress. I've been writing - which is good - and the Crown Prince's mom (the Queen Mother) pointed out recently that when my father died in 1997 I started writing THE DYING GROUND a month later. He was so present throughout that process. We'll see what happens now.
Last year I talked a lot about creating a new writing space for myself. I got off track and the room remained empty for almost six months. When I returned from the funeral I knew that I needed a place to retreat so I scheduled the carpet installation two days after I returned home. THEN. Then I went into psycho decorating mode with a girlfriend of mine who held me together by any means necessary. I started to cry in the hardware store and she just rubbed my back and pointed out a pretty paint color. "Look, Chelle. A distraction." Don't know how I would've done it all without Miss Alyss. I mean, damn, she shops like a Tramble girl and that ain't no small thing. Home Depot at midnight? Fine. IKEA in rush hour traffic? Cool. Target on a day when every screaming, house-slipper wearing mother and screaming child are in attendance? Let's roll. I tried to pay her back with fancy meals but there's more to come.
I took these pictures with a disposable camera so they're not the best but you'll get the general idea. The walls are a pale gray/light bluish color. The drapes are chocolate and blue (overdone color scheme this season but I love it) and the accent is red for a little power.
The room started out like this...
And here's one shot of the final result...
Another...
Another...
And a final shot of the desk with my new motto...
Still a lot to do. I need to hang the art. I need another shelf. Something with drawers. A comfy reading chair for the corner and a desk chair but the space feels good. Lots of light. It has a generous calming air and I've been working away. That's a good thing, right?
Lastly, a quick LINK you might like.
Until next time...
(courtesy of ABC)
The final episode of WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB airs tonight at 10pm. It's the series finale not just the season finale. I share credit on the episode with MATT WITTEN. As expected ABC canceled the show and went with ELI STONE instead. WIFE SWAP gets our old Friday night time slot. The above clip is a scene from my first episode that aired in November. I was home for Thanksgiving so my mom got to see it. We all screamed so loud when my name flashed on screen. A great moment. So glad she was there for that.
Tricky times these days. Some days I get by fine, other days I cry myself to sleep. I believe that it's all normal and I didn't punch anybody out on Mother's Day which I'd like to chalk up as progress. I've been writing - which is good - and the Crown Prince's mom (the Queen Mother) pointed out recently that when my father died in 1997 I started writing THE DYING GROUND a month later. He was so present throughout that process. We'll see what happens now.
Last year I talked a lot about creating a new writing space for myself. I got off track and the room remained empty for almost six months. When I returned from the funeral I knew that I needed a place to retreat so I scheduled the carpet installation two days after I returned home. THEN. Then I went into psycho decorating mode with a girlfriend of mine who held me together by any means necessary. I started to cry in the hardware store and she just rubbed my back and pointed out a pretty paint color. "Look, Chelle. A distraction." Don't know how I would've done it all without Miss Alyss. I mean, damn, she shops like a Tramble girl and that ain't no small thing. Home Depot at midnight? Fine. IKEA in rush hour traffic? Cool. Target on a day when every screaming, house-slipper wearing mother and screaming child are in attendance? Let's roll. I tried to pay her back with fancy meals but there's more to come.
I took these pictures with a disposable camera so they're not the best but you'll get the general idea. The walls are a pale gray/light bluish color. The drapes are chocolate and blue (overdone color scheme this season but I love it) and the accent is red for a little power.
The room started out like this...
And here's one shot of the final result...
Another...
Another...
And a final shot of the desk with my new motto...
Still a lot to do. I need to hang the art. I need another shelf. Something with drawers. A comfy reading chair for the corner and a desk chair but the space feels good. Lots of light. It has a generous calming air and I've been working away. That's a good thing, right?
Lastly, a quick LINK you might like.
Until next time...
Labels: WMC, Writing Space
2.21.2008
TRAMBLINGS...
THE LATEST as of this afternoon. I have no idea what that means for me but I hope/wish with all my heart (whether or not I'm involved) that the show continues. As the Crown Prince said when we it first aired, "You would've had me watching this on Friday nights no matter what." True. My kind of show and it's perfect for a Friday evening after a long week.
Now, quick question, is RANDY JACKSON the most inarticulate man in America? I'm just curious. And what in the world is up with his bizarre and inappropriate use of current - and not so current - use of slang. A half-hearted audition does not warrant the phrase, "Good looking out" on this or any other planet in the solar system. No matter how hard you twist it around it just doesn't work. I saw him once, by the way, speeding past my house in a Range Rover stuffed with teeny bopper girls singing at the top of their lungs. C.P. and I just laughed and finished unloading the groceries.
Lastly, just to illustrate the humor in this horrendous medical situation, when my sister and I checked my mom (yes, most of you have guessed correctly and thank you again for the kind words) into the hospital she was weak and in tremendous pain. The nurse took her name, etc, then asked if she was "being abused at home". Without missing a beat my mom turned slowly to me and raised an eyebrow. A sense of humor in the worst circumstances is the one thing that keeps the Tramble women chugging forward.
There's also a doctor at the hospital with the worst toupe/hairpiece/wig in the history of mankind. I just don't know what to say, or think, when he passes us by. The nurses exchange looks so my guess is that it's a much-discussed subject on the medical campus. Anyway, he always seems to appear when we're feeling low and it sets us off like nothing else. I know we shouldn't be talking shit and making fun of people but the gallows humor keeps us all from losing our shit on a permanent basis and there's just no room for that. Last week we'd received a disheartening bit of news when he stepped onto the elevator with the two of us. Good lord, it was like being back in high school when trying to suppress laughter caused you to laugh even harder. Of course, we weren't rude enough to laugh anywhere near the man (who knows what his circumstances are) but once he was out of earshot my sister just asked, "What the f*ck?" Indeed.
Mostly our visits are quiet but about a month ago we arrived to learn that for about five hours our mom had a roommate that kept asking for KEYSER SOSE. Finally, just to keep her quiet the nurses had Sose call the woman on the phone. Her response, "Keyser, I've been waiting on you all day." My mom's response, "I'm going to sleep tonight but I'm not doing it with her in this room so do what you have to do." They moved her. And that's my mom strong even when she's weak.
I took my wedding dress to the hospital today because she wanted to see it. She was too sleepy to open her eyes so I'll take it again tomorrow. And the next day and the next.
Until next time...
THE LATEST as of this afternoon. I have no idea what that means for me but I hope/wish with all my heart (whether or not I'm involved) that the show continues. As the Crown Prince said when we it first aired, "You would've had me watching this on Friday nights no matter what." True. My kind of show and it's perfect for a Friday evening after a long week.
Now, quick question, is RANDY JACKSON the most inarticulate man in America? I'm just curious. And what in the world is up with his bizarre and inappropriate use of current - and not so current - use of slang. A half-hearted audition does not warrant the phrase, "Good looking out" on this or any other planet in the solar system. No matter how hard you twist it around it just doesn't work. I saw him once, by the way, speeding past my house in a Range Rover stuffed with teeny bopper girls singing at the top of their lungs. C.P. and I just laughed and finished unloading the groceries.
Lastly, just to illustrate the humor in this horrendous medical situation, when my sister and I checked my mom (yes, most of you have guessed correctly and thank you again for the kind words) into the hospital she was weak and in tremendous pain. The nurse took her name, etc, then asked if she was "being abused at home". Without missing a beat my mom turned slowly to me and raised an eyebrow. A sense of humor in the worst circumstances is the one thing that keeps the Tramble women chugging forward.
There's also a doctor at the hospital with the worst toupe/hairpiece/wig in the history of mankind. I just don't know what to say, or think, when he passes us by. The nurses exchange looks so my guess is that it's a much-discussed subject on the medical campus. Anyway, he always seems to appear when we're feeling low and it sets us off like nothing else. I know we shouldn't be talking shit and making fun of people but the gallows humor keeps us all from losing our shit on a permanent basis and there's just no room for that. Last week we'd received a disheartening bit of news when he stepped onto the elevator with the two of us. Good lord, it was like being back in high school when trying to suppress laughter caused you to laugh even harder. Of course, we weren't rude enough to laugh anywhere near the man (who knows what his circumstances are) but once he was out of earshot my sister just asked, "What the f*ck?" Indeed.
Mostly our visits are quiet but about a month ago we arrived to learn that for about five hours our mom had a roommate that kept asking for KEYSER SOSE. Finally, just to keep her quiet the nurses had Sose call the woman on the phone. Her response, "Keyser, I've been waiting on you all day." My mom's response, "I'm going to sleep tonight but I'm not doing it with her in this room so do what you have to do." They moved her. And that's my mom strong even when she's weak.
I took my wedding dress to the hospital today because she wanted to see it. She was too sleepy to open her eyes so I'll take it again tomorrow. And the next day and the next.
Until next time...
Labels: Family, Reality TV, WMC
2.16.2008
TRAMBLINGS...
I spent Valentine's Day taking down my Christmas Tree.
A mellow way to spend an afternoon. The last time I left (before Xmas, thus the tree in February) I ended up being away for almost two months. The Crown Prince volunteered to take the tree down for me. Once I came to I politely declined the offer. Just before I blacked out from the thought I had visions of broken ornaments in a shoe box. Anyway, it was a nice, kind offer but since he didn't mind the tree in the living room I decided to leave it there. But, nice or not, I was determined to take it down before I left again.
C.P. and I had a nice dinner on my bday. I dressed up. He dressed up. The woman at the next table in a Puma sweat jacket did not. On our way out we bumped into BRANDY (literally) and it looked like she was on a date with a cute guy. The food was decent if not a little overpriced so we went to another favorite spot before I left town. I also got to see some of my former co-workers, and I took a picture of my parking space at WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB with my name on it. I'll post it here soon.
The dress I told you about in the last post arrived today. Despite the fact that I was sporting bedhead and no make up I slipped it on. It zipped right up, fit like a glove. Perfect. I took it to the cleaners. Only thing I might change are the straps. Pretty crystal straps but too thin for a woman with girls such as mine. I don't want the guests to be riddled with anxiety. And wondering when those straps would snap would surely fill everyone within a twenty mile radius with anxiety. My sister gave me the thumbs up and then tried to talk me into wearing a crown with it. I don't know WHAT is going with her but there is no way I am wearing a crown/tiara or whatever you want to call it. But I might buy one for her to wear around the house or at the grocery store. I also found a beautiful location in Napa. It's so pretty it just takes my breath away. AND we decided on a date. It's a weekday, my daddy's birthday and coming up FAST. Cake tasting is next.
THIS is one of the prettiest weddings I've come across in all my research. THAT TABLE just blew me away. Fancy set up in a rustic looking outdoor setting. ONE MORE LOOK all courtesy of STYLE ME PRETTY a great website for planning and ideas. "Simple" and "Pretty" are the two words I repeat most when trying to pull this together. Most everything on that site falls into one of those categories.
In non-wedding news, I overheard one of the funniest conversations between two women while shopping for pajamas. I was ear hustling so bad that my sister had to pinch me. They were funny, without trying to be, and dead serious about their subject.
WOMAN: Earth, Wind & Fire be having way too much shit going on when they're on stage. You know Philip with his high notes, that tall fool that look freaky as f*ck, the costumes and all those gotdamn instruments.
WOMAN #2: Well, they do put on a show.
WOMAN: But it's exhausting. I don't know where to set my eyes, where to look, what to do. Wears me out. I felt like saying, ya'll nine motherf*ckers step back, only two step forward and don't nobody else move.
WOMAN #2: You would just concentrate on the two in front.
WOMAN: That's right. I wouldn't give a rats ass what the other nine were doing just the two up front.
WOMAN #2: Maybe they could just play behind a black curtain.
WOMAN: Maybe they could.
All this while they thumbed through a box of JC Penney underwear marked $1.97.
Until next time...
I spent Valentine's Day taking down my Christmas Tree.
A mellow way to spend an afternoon. The last time I left (before Xmas, thus the tree in February) I ended up being away for almost two months. The Crown Prince volunteered to take the tree down for me. Once I came to I politely declined the offer. Just before I blacked out from the thought I had visions of broken ornaments in a shoe box. Anyway, it was a nice, kind offer but since he didn't mind the tree in the living room I decided to leave it there. But, nice or not, I was determined to take it down before I left again.
C.P. and I had a nice dinner on my bday. I dressed up. He dressed up. The woman at the next table in a Puma sweat jacket did not. On our way out we bumped into BRANDY (literally) and it looked like she was on a date with a cute guy. The food was decent if not a little overpriced so we went to another favorite spot before I left town. I also got to see some of my former co-workers, and I took a picture of my parking space at WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB with my name on it. I'll post it here soon.
The dress I told you about in the last post arrived today. Despite the fact that I was sporting bedhead and no make up I slipped it on. It zipped right up, fit like a glove. Perfect. I took it to the cleaners. Only thing I might change are the straps. Pretty crystal straps but too thin for a woman with girls such as mine. I don't want the guests to be riddled with anxiety. And wondering when those straps would snap would surely fill everyone within a twenty mile radius with anxiety. My sister gave me the thumbs up and then tried to talk me into wearing a crown with it. I don't know WHAT is going with her but there is no way I am wearing a crown/tiara or whatever you want to call it. But I might buy one for her to wear around the house or at the grocery store. I also found a beautiful location in Napa. It's so pretty it just takes my breath away. AND we decided on a date. It's a weekday, my daddy's birthday and coming up FAST. Cake tasting is next.
THIS is one of the prettiest weddings I've come across in all my research. THAT TABLE just blew me away. Fancy set up in a rustic looking outdoor setting. ONE MORE LOOK all courtesy of STYLE ME PRETTY a great website for planning and ideas. "Simple" and "Pretty" are the two words I repeat most when trying to pull this together. Most everything on that site falls into one of those categories.
In non-wedding news, I overheard one of the funniest conversations between two women while shopping for pajamas. I was ear hustling so bad that my sister had to pinch me. They were funny, without trying to be, and dead serious about their subject.
WOMAN: Earth, Wind & Fire be having way too much shit going on when they're on stage. You know Philip with his high notes, that tall fool that look freaky as f*ck, the costumes and all those gotdamn instruments.
WOMAN #2: Well, they do put on a show.
WOMAN: But it's exhausting. I don't know where to set my eyes, where to look, what to do. Wears me out. I felt like saying, ya'll nine motherf*ckers step back, only two step forward and don't nobody else move.
WOMAN #2: You would just concentrate on the two in front.
WOMAN: That's right. I wouldn't give a rats ass what the other nine were doing just the two up front.
WOMAN #2: Maybe they could just play behind a black curtain.
WOMAN: Maybe they could.
All this while they thumbed through a box of JC Penney underwear marked $1.97.
Until next time...
Labels: Birthday, Wedding, WMC
