Month: April 2010

Listening to Carol Burnett on WNYC talking about her New York years

Carol Burnett was on the Leonard Lopate show today.  She talked about coming to New York and living at The Rehearsal Club, the real life role model for the boarding house in the movie “Stage Door”.  Of course it no longer existed by the time I was an aspiring actress.  I didn’t come to New York in the 1980’s even though it was a dream of mine, like Carol Burnett, to be on Broadway.  I was discouraged from the prospect as the reality seemed to be more “Taxi Driver” than “42nd Street” and I became pretty convinced I would be raped in a stairwell if I couldn’t afford to live in a good neighborhood.   So I stayed in Montana.  My friend came.  She did fine.  Maybe I shouldn’t have been such a chicken.  (But that worst nightmare did happen to Kelly McGillis in while she was an acting student at Julliard.)

All Things at Once

Yesterday I read Mika Brzezinski’s book ALL THINGS at ONCE.

I bought it because I teared up in the store when I read her description of being so exhausted that she fell down the stairs while carrying her 4-month-old and landed on her baby.

The book was a quick read.  I identified with her…

…up to a point.

Today, I’m thinking about how Ms. Brzezinski and her husband decided they could max out their credit and pay for babysitters 24/7 if they had to so that she could continue her career in broadcast news.  That’s not the same math we did in our family.

I don’t identify with her anymore.

Adjustments

Waking late and my lower back and stiff and sore because I was up and oddly bent against the bed frame and on my laptop between the hours of 3 am and 6 am.  Jetlag.

Unwinding the Jet Lag and Almost Volunteering

My jaw is sore and I don’t know why.  Perhaps I am tense.  We flew the red-eye between Seattle and New York between Saturday night and Sunday morning.

There was an e-mail from AYSO saying there were more kids than coaches and unless some parents stepped up and volunteered and registered for coach or referee training our kids wouldn’t get to play soccer this spring.  I had talked myself into the idea that learning the rules of soccer and becoming a referee would be good for me.  Who doesn’t want to have official certification.  I even considered law school at one point just for the real job certification.  That reminds me, my CPR and Water Safety certifications have expired…

I’ve never played soccer, so I don’t know the rules at all and although I already go to most of my daughters games because I like to visit with the other parents.  Being a referee would mean that I would have to go to all of the games and I wouldn’t get to chat with the other moms.

If I were a referee I would have to make calls about the ball in play and other parents would inevitably yell at me that I was wrong.  The very thought makes my stomach turn, and yet, I was willing to do it.  Thank goodness The Husband got a e-mail from the coach so we know My Kid is on a team.  Hooray!  Now I don’t have to volunteer!

…Now, I feel guilty because I’m a slacker!

Not Multitasking

So I have discovered that if I am sitting in a hotel lobby having a drink with my husband and visiting with my mother-in-law and My Kid is trying to log onto Webkins that it is not also possible to–at the same time–write a blog post