(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.

I’m not going to sugar coat it, I love giving…and receiving… gifts. In this tough economy we all could use more love and gifts but I have to become more creative with my ideas.

In the past month I have received two awards from friends in my social networking world which have brightened up my day. The first, The Circle of Friends Award came from Tara. With this award I need to list five things about myself.

I have been so wrapped up in my children that I have had not one second over the holidays to think about my quirky attributes and what could I tell you that you don’t already know? So, instead I will share with you my New Years Resolutions that are far more revealing:

1. Search for more music. To calm the chaos, I will fix the stereo in our house and build my library, for Brevitt and I are nothing without music.

2. Practice more yoga and dance more. I used to think that I was a laid back person, people always asked me if I was from California. It seems that I have changed into a worrier.

3. Be more organized and focused on the children. No more anger and frustration only humor and patience.

4. Get established as a local travel writer and finish my book.

5. Live life through love and be more tolerant of my mother of whom I adore.

My other award, The Lovely Blog Award, came from my new friend Naomi who is a devoted member of my Aspiring Writers Club on MBC. This is the second time that I have received this award which is making me feel quite lovely at the moment despite my battle with the evil pull of the blue moon  and the freezing days spent with children who refuse to go outside.

In honor of my desire to focus more on the boys, I will not produce a new list but invite you to visit my post written back in October that lists my favorite blogs.

I’ll also leave you with an incredible project called A River Blue. Joseph Arthur and Chandler Griffin became aware of children’s choirs that were being established at IDP (internally -displaced persons) camps in northern Ugunda and set up awareness, fundraising and outreach activities in the US for this organization.

The song that is played on the highlighted link above was sent to the camps for the children to practice and whenever I hear it I get the chills.

Happy Holidays!!!