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Does your family have shorthand phrases? One of the ones in our family comes from a time when Shawn was sitting, minding her own business on the couch, when Ms. Ball our black-and-white kitty hopped up onto her lap as though to settle in. All of a sudden she made a tiny little "hork-hork" sound and deposited a hairball right in Shawn's lap. She, all cat-like, primly hopped away as if that's what she meant to do all along. Leaving, of course, chaos in her wake.
We use "hork-hork" as short hand for those overwhelming OMG/I-just-want-to-barf moments. Like, whenever we think about all the insurance/hassle/etc. to do with the new roof, we just catch each other's eye and say, "hork-hork."
Today has been as series of hork-horks.
A happy hork-hork was that I delivered the final manuscript of ALMOST FINAL CURTAIN electronical to Anne exactly two WHOLE days early. Which for me, constitutes a minor miracle. I was one of those students for whom time deadlines were invented. You know, instead of just saying "the paper is due on Tuesday," professors have to add "BY midnight." Because, inevitibly, mine would land in his or her in-box at precisely 11:59 pm. Anyway, delivery always stresses me out just a tiny bit, because, you know, now I can't take it back and fix it, etc. It's out of my hands. hork.
I'm currently hiding at my coffee shop because the roofer guys are delivering materials. Due to the weather, they probably won't start the job until Thursday, but my gardens are currently being mooshed and smooshed and trampled by all the guys bringing in shingles, etc. Our contractor contact, Steve, was actually very nice about it and we agreed to the smooshing and mooshings, but I don't really need to see it, you know? Hork.
Anyway, while I was sitting here with the fabulous internet connection and a yummy cuppa, I checked my e-mail. My publicist informed me that KARE-11 wants to interview me LIVE on Tuesday, August 3 around 10:00 am. (For "Showcase Minnesota"?) Live??? My first response to my publicist was... have they SEEN me? I'm not what you'd call terribly photogenic. I have, what they might call, a perfect face for RADIO.
I mean it's cool to have five minutes of fame and all that, but, dude, HORK.
Speaking of radio, I've neglected to tell you all that I have an upcoming radio gig. I'll be on "Write On Radio" (KFAI -- 90.3 Mpls/106.7 St. Paul) on Tuesday, July 20th. They've moved to primetime, so the show starts at 7:00 pm and runs for an hour. I don't know which hour I'll be in, though I'm often the last. For those of you who aren't in range of the gerbil-wheel powered antenna KFAI has, they stream live at: http://www.kfai.org/writeonradio (sidebar button). Also, since I know many of my friends are in other time zones, you can also check in at their website. It looks like they have a running archive of previous shows at the bottom of the page.
Anyway, the deliveries are probably made so I can safely return home. I also need to paint the neighbor's side of the fence sometime this week -- hopefully before the rain comes again.
hork-hork.
We use "hork-hork" as short hand for those overwhelming OMG/I-just-want-to-barf moments. Like, whenever we think about all the insurance/hassle/etc. to do with the new roof, we just catch each other's eye and say, "hork-hork."
Today has been as series of hork-horks.
A happy hork-hork was that I delivered the final manuscript of ALMOST FINAL CURTAIN electronical to Anne exactly two WHOLE days early. Which for me, constitutes a minor miracle. I was one of those students for whom time deadlines were invented. You know, instead of just saying "the paper is due on Tuesday," professors have to add "BY midnight." Because, inevitibly, mine would land in his or her in-box at precisely 11:59 pm. Anyway, delivery always stresses me out just a tiny bit, because, you know, now I can't take it back and fix it, etc. It's out of my hands. hork.
I'm currently hiding at my coffee shop because the roofer guys are delivering materials. Due to the weather, they probably won't start the job until Thursday, but my gardens are currently being mooshed and smooshed and trampled by all the guys bringing in shingles, etc. Our contractor contact, Steve, was actually very nice about it and we agreed to the smooshing and mooshings, but I don't really need to see it, you know? Hork.
Anyway, while I was sitting here with the fabulous internet connection and a yummy cuppa, I checked my e-mail. My publicist informed me that KARE-11 wants to interview me LIVE on Tuesday, August 3 around 10:00 am. (For "Showcase Minnesota"?) Live??? My first response to my publicist was... have they SEEN me? I'm not what you'd call terribly photogenic. I have, what they might call, a perfect face for RADIO.
I mean it's cool to have five minutes of fame and all that, but, dude, HORK.
Speaking of radio, I've neglected to tell you all that I have an upcoming radio gig. I'll be on "Write On Radio" (KFAI -- 90.3 Mpls/106.7 St. Paul) on Tuesday, July 20th. They've moved to primetime, so the show starts at 7:00 pm and runs for an hour. I don't know which hour I'll be in, though I'm often the last. For those of you who aren't in range of the gerbil-wheel powered antenna KFAI has, they stream live at: http://www.kfai.org/writeonradio (sidebar button). Also, since I know many of my friends are in other time zones, you can also check in at their website. It looks like they have a running archive of previous shows at the bottom of the page.
Anyway, the deliveries are probably made so I can safely return home. I also need to paint the neighbor's side of the fence sometime this week -- hopefully before the rain comes again.
hork-hork.