Wishing again to have been an only child...

My Mom's 80's birthday is in February. I am sending her and six of her friends to an elegant restaurant for dinner in a limo. It's going to cost probably about a grand. I made the mistake of asking my brother and sister if they would like to do this with me. My brother said sure. My sister is making sure that her participation pisses me off as much as possible. Essentially all she has to do is send money. I know she has it.

I am now, as of this moment, letting it go ... if she sends the money, great. If not, fuck her. I am the executor of Mom's will. I'll get the cash one way or the other. I am not going to stress about her any more. I am not. No matter what you say.

I am going to stress about the invitation. I have a photo of Mom that looks just like her that I took at Thanksgiving. I've been messing with it to use as some kind of representation on the invitation. I think I'm getting close to a version I can live with.

Wishing again to have been an only child...

My Mom's 80's birthday is in February. I am sending her and six of her friends to an elegant restaurant for dinner in a limo. It's going to cost probably about a grand. I made the mistake of asking my brother and sister if they would like to do this with me. My brother said sure. My sister is making sure that her participation pisses me off as much as possible. Essentially all she has to do is send money. I know she has it.

I am now, as of this moment, letting it go ... if she sends the money, great. If not, fuck her. I am the executor of Mom's will. I'll get the cash one way or the other. I am not going to stress about her any more. I am not. No matter what you say.

I am going to stress about the invitation. I have a photo of Mom that looks just like her that I took at Thanksgiving. I've been messing with it to use as some kind of representation on the invitation. I think I'm getting close to a version I can live with.

More Movie News

More news from Mom's adventures:

One thing I didn't tell you is that James Garner is OLD. Poor thing apparently had a hip replacement very recently - maybe 5 weeks - and limps big time. He was around a lot and spoke to everyone. He asked me if I wasn't cold (I was in my wheel chair that I spent most of the morning in) and of course I said NOT. He said he was freezing. The building we were in wasn't with water or electricity. They had lots of generators going to use all their electric stuff and later in the day hooked up some huge tubes to pump hot air through. Thus most of the day it was either too hot or two cold depending on where one was. Gena Rowlands came in for a short time. She had just a short scene. Everything was fairly serene most of the morning but at about 3:00 everyone (the crew, that is) was getting a little touchy as was the director. There were probably at least 30 crew and the space was small. Many of the people had one little job so they had to stand around until called on. It made for lots of idle hands (disappearing to smoke) or whatever. Everyone had a cell phone to be called on except didn't always respond. Then the ACTION man would get mad and eventually John Casavettes - although he got mad with such class.

If this whole day doesn't end up on the cutting room floor I will be in lots of these scenes.

The movie is The Notebook based on Nicholas Sparks book.

More Movie News

More news from Mom's adventures:

One thing I didn't tell you is that James Garner is OLD. Poor thing apparently had a hip replacement very recently - maybe 5 weeks - and limps big time. He was around a lot and spoke to everyone. He asked me if I wasn't cold (I was in my wheel chair that I spent most of the morning in) and of course I said NOT. He said he was freezing. The building we were in wasn't with water or electricity. They had lots of generators going to use all their electric stuff and later in the day hooked up some huge tubes to pump hot air through. Thus most of the day it was either too hot or two cold depending on where one was. Gena Rowlands came in for a short time. She had just a short scene. Everything was fairly serene most of the morning but at about 3:00 everyone (the crew, that is) was getting a little touchy as was the director. There were probably at least 30 crew and the space was small. Many of the people had one little job so they had to stand around until called on. It made for lots of idle hands (disappearing to smoke) or whatever. Everyone had a cell phone to be called on except didn't always respond. Then the ACTION man would get mad and eventually John Casavettes - although he got mad with such class.

If this whole day doesn't end up on the cutting room floor I will be in lots of these scenes.

The movie is The Notebook based on Nicholas Sparks book.

Wig News

For those of you hanging on every piece of wig news - and I know you are out there - I have new news. My first two wigs were synthetic hair. They looked fine - if people knew they were wigs they would say 'that's real hair, though, isn't it?'. But, my scalp wasn't that happy. It was getting yucky from constant wear. Dry, itchy, flaky... it was turning into a heartbreak-of-psoriasis commercial.

So I did a little more research and found a human hair wig that was advertised as having a very open cap so you could pull your own hair through to mix if you wanted. $50 with a satisfaction guarantee. I bit. It came today and YAHOOOOOO it's fabulous! It feels great to the touch. It feels great to the head. It looks cute. It even has a few little blonde streaks. It's a keeper.

It does need to be styled (the synthetic ones come pre-styled for life). I haven't done anything with this one yet but plop it on my head. I suspect I can do better and will give it a go soon. I doubt I will do much more than poof it up a bit to get rid of the out-of-the-box look. I did grab this shot at lunch because I know you likely cannot wait one minute longer...

Wig News

For those of you hanging on every piece of wig news - and I know you are out there - I have new news. My first two wigs were synthetic hair. They looked fine - if people knew they were wigs they would say 'that's real hair, though, isn't it?'. But, my scalp wasn't that happy. It was getting yucky from constant wear. Dry, itchy, flaky... it was turning into a heartbreak-of-psoriasis commercial.

So I did a little more research and found a human hair wig that was advertised as having a very open cap so you could pull your own hair through to mix if you wanted. $50 with a satisfaction guarantee. I bit. It came today and YAHOOOOOO it's fabulous! It feels great to the touch. It feels great to the head. It looks cute. It even has a few little blonde streaks. It's a keeper.

It does need to be styled (the synthetic ones come pre-styled for life). I haven't done anything with this one yet but plop it on my head. I suspect I can do better and will give it a go soon. I doubt I will do much more than poof it up a bit to get rid of the out-of-the-box look. I did grab this shot at lunch because I know you likely cannot wait one minute longer...

email weirdness

My email isn't getting to my Mom. She's getting email from others... Others are getting email from me. I am getting email from here. But mine is just, apparently, going into some big holding bin somewhere. I've sent to her domain name email address and her direct isp address and nada. Nothing. About hours ago I sent a note to her with links to the invitation so she could approve/disapprove. I copied my brother and my sister. They both got it and replied. She never even got it. Very strange indeed.

Just as I finished typing that I thought to check one more thing... Sure enough. Mom had somehow marked me as 'Block Sender' which is a handy little Outlook Express feature for junk mail - not daughters!! I unblocked me and mystery is solved. Whew...

Oh, wanna see the invite?

email weirdness

My email isn't getting to my Mom. She's getting email from others... Others are getting email from me. I am getting email from here. But mine is just, apparently, going into some big holding bin somewhere. I've sent to her domain name email address and her direct isp address and nada. Nothing. About hours ago I sent a note to her with links to the invitation so she could approve/disapprove. I copied my brother and my sister. They both got it and replied. She never even got it. Very strange indeed.

Just as I finished typing that I thought to check one more thing... Sure enough. Mom had somehow marked me as 'Block Sender' which is a handy little Outlook Express feature for junk mail - not daughters!! I unblocked me and mystery is solved. Whew...

Oh, wanna see the invite?