Color me clueless

As I was blogging last night about how much time I was going to have for writing this weekend, I was totally clueless about how many things that I actually have to do this weekend.

Last night as I was watching the husband set up his new x-box (yes I caved. I love the man. We might be eating a lot of rice for the next two weeks but it is for a good cause.) and surfing the romance publishers site to get submission guidelines, I was struck with what was going on this weekend. I have to honestly say that I am not a clueless person but I think that my mind has been really focused on my manuscript and WIP. Also, I am getting some other good ideas to write about that I have been writing down in different files. Normally, this is an excellent thing. I really enjoy writing and wish that I could do it full time but unfortunately if I want to keep a roof over my head and the husband in a steady supply of xbox things, it's not going to happen.
The first thing that I have to do this weekend is attend a birthday part for an eight year old. C is my sister's youngest son and my godchild. Normally I wouldn't forget his birthday party except I was invited to it via a text message. What is it about my family sending things through texts? Does the phone not work anymore? Even snail mail? Or e-mail? So the message said, "Having C's b-day on Sat. Ur invited." I wrote back, "Gee, thanks." My sister called then and asked me if I was being sarcastic. Duh! Of course I was being sarcastic. So silly! I am sitting here blogging when I should be getting my ass to Toys R Us because I don't have a gift and we are t-minus 4 hours until the party. I might be a slacker and get him a gift card. What do I know about getting toys for an eight year old boy? But as my brother explains it to me, as long as it is loud and crashes, it is good enough. But I think it will still be a gift card. It's cold out there. I think the last time I checked the temperature it was 7 degrees outside. It was too cold for me to go out and get coffee. Anyone who knows me, knows that this is serious!

The other thing that I am obligated to go to is a funeral for a friend's fiancee's father. During this last major snowstorm, the man had a heart attack while trying to shovel his driveway. It is a terrible tragedy. He was only 67 years old. I think that is young because I look at it as the man was younger than my own mother, I don't think that she is old at all. So the husband is going to have to dig out his suit sometime today and see if it fits but considering that he has lost weight, I am not worried. I know that the actual service is going to be hard on my husband. Having lost both of his parents and his best friend in recent years, he hates going and will be miserable about it. Now I am going to sound like a typical Rhode Islander, it is also way across the state in a town that I have never heard of. Considering that RI is the smallest state in the entire country, it is a very funny statement. But it is true. I live in the "East Bay" section. We don't usually venture out of it and people who live in other sections of the state don't usually come into the East Bay. Very weird but very true.

So I figure it is time for me to get dressed and start my day.

Peace Out,
MRD