When I got home after my aforementioned bike ride I was informed that Muki had chewed through the wire of our answering machine and that the boys were still famished. “I’m off duty,” I said as I tried to whip up something to fuel my poor depleted body. But evening a grueling bike ride up a mountain was not sufficient enough for me to feel the escape I was desperately needing. As Wade and I put our foreheads together amongst the chaos I said,

“You know how I take the kids all the time on weekends to Denver or for a month in Nantucket? Do you think you could find one weekend to go somewhere with the boys and without me?”

“That sounds great in theory but the reality is that the Thursday before we would be leaving you would insist on coming,” Wade replied.

“Don’t think you know me so well. I have been secretly feeling like Mayze again, from Horton Hatches the Egg, and am having evil thoughts of flying the coup only to return when the boys are all grown with manners and an attention span,” I whispered.

Later that night I stole away to my office to see if I could find the reprieve I was looking for, and there it was, not one but three awards and a heart warming email from my wonderful online friends who don’t take me up steep pitches but instead get me down from the precipices I tend to dangle from. I shut my eyes and took in the beauty of it all, this web where I am not just finding love in the places I feel safe in but globally, even in Egypt and India, places I have always wanted to travel to but have not yet found the path to physically take me there.

SuZen, what can I say without making you feel as though we are volleying in a tennis match of compliments. You give me the momentum and confidence I need to keep on chugging away just when I am ready to cash in…okay that is the wrong expression…when I am feeling like a lion out of the jungle or a fish out of water or a duck out of the pond. Thank you Sarah from Mommy Lite Online and CJ from Killing Superwoman for the awards, and Vivianne, thank you for that award that you gave me back in January where I was too overwhelmed to post it. You are all my rocks anchoring me down in this crazy cyberspace pushing me to hang in there and succeed both physically and mentally and I thank you.

I have to say that social networking, albeit very important, is proving to be to time consuming during the summer months and so instead of listing ten new bloggers that I have not mentioned already, I would like to introduce everybody to the wonderful writer’s from my Aspiring Writer’s Group at Mom Bloggers Club. Please stop by to check them all out, we have an incredible writing support group going on.

With these rewards I am asked to share ten things about myself that you might not already know, so here goes:

1) I like my husband, a lot, and like to roll around with him more than the average wife who has been married for eleven years.

2) When small dogs yip at my feet I feel an incredible urge to kick them into left field.

3) When I laugh really hard I start crying…just as hard

4) I buy horses after I drink too many tequila shots

5) I can’t handle my alcohol

6) When the full moon is out, I have no friends

7) I, who detest diets, have just started Isagenix where I will be doing a thirty day nutritional and cleansing health regime and I just might post before and after pictures on my blog. Email me if you care to join me.

I still love the perfume Opium and whenever I smell it I get brought back to my teenager years where I lived in a house under construction in Nantucket and often woke up on the exposed rafters with somebody I didn’t know sleeping precariously next to me.

9) No matter how old I am, I will never stop dancing

10) I am an avid dreamer and in every dream I am meeting new friends at a party.

So there you have it. Stay tuned for photos of 4th of July in Breckenridge. That mountain town rocks. Go to Today’s Capture for a sneak preview.

(Cast Card photo I took, before we were married)

I came home last Friday and listened to a  message from a women calling from a New York City Magazine and my heart began to flutter. Was this the call that I had been waiting for? The call that was going to put my book on the map?

I researched my files to see what proposals I had sent to this magazine and I found something that I had sent last April. My alarms went off as I wondered why were they calling me now, almost a year later.

In my numerous hours spent searching for freelance opportunities and social networking, I enter contests along the way, all for the greater good of my website and potential publicity for my book.

On Monday it was revealed that Wade was a semi-finalist for a “Hot Husband” contest that I had apparently entered him in. They wanted to interview me on our relationship and to find out how steamy he truly was.

Five minutes prior to the interview, I was in my office prepping my webcam to film the interview, for some crazy reason, when Wade opened my door. “What are you doing home?” I asked, startled. He had come home sick. When I explained that he had become a semi-finalist, he shook his head, barely laughing at his insane wife, and said he was going to bed.

When he recovered I told him that, if he won, we didn’t win anything but the confirmation that he truly was hot and that he would have to model for a photo shoot, which he has done for me many times before when I worked in film production.

We came to the conclusion that unless they mentioned the book, it was not worth his time or effort. I relayed this message to the Assistant Editor who promptly removed him from the competition. Where was the compassion for the wife of a hot husband?

And so Wade will not be sporting the cover of a women’s magazine naked, all but the overalls, and I guess I am all the better for not advertising how hot my husband is to the masses.

For a little bit of fun, here is the interview:

(A junkyard blogging Princess)

Wade came into my office tonight, exhausted and ruggedly beautiful after hiking four laps in the Highlands Bowl.

“What are you doing my crazy little computer girl?” he asked me. “You know that you have been writing since 3:30am this morning?”

“You mean I’ve been writing since I woke you up off of the coach this morning so that you didn’t sleep uncomfortably?” I responded.

“It’s  my Blogoversary tomorrow which means that for three hundred and sixty five days I have spent over five hours a day writing,  I have finished my book, I have made at least ten new friends from social networking that I can honestly say that I truly adore, I still don’t fully understand what a hyperlink is and I have only made $500.16?” “There are people out there who know everything about us but don’t want me to know who they are,  I’m afraid that I’m no good as a writer and that my book is not worthy and nevertheless, I can’t stop writing and…and…by the way…I put a deposit down on the puppy today and look I can even type with my eyes closed,” I said, showing him.

Big, deep sigh from Wade.

“So let me see if I can get this straight, you are going through another one of your humps with your blogging, you are moving away from revealing my secrets and starting a family travel blog, which I can only see as a good thing, and you have gotten us a dog? You truly are slightly nuts,” he said grabbing me out of my blogging chair and pulling me on top of him on the floor of my office.

As I looked into his eyes I knew that he was right. That deep down inside, there was a huge screw loose and unless I hired someone to go inside and tighten it up, I was never going to recover from my own insanity. But part of my insanity is my desperate need to accomplish this goal in my life, to publish a book and have something to put on the shelf that I can be proud of. They say that 2010 is going to be the year that people will manifest their dreams to come true and I have jumped aboard this bandwagon of positivity, knowing that deep down, in my topsy turvy world, all will be okay and I fell into Wade’s warm chest exhausted.