Brad & Heather's Journal

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Time: 2:30pm
Location: Barnes and Noble Tyler, Texas
Mission: promote the book

It begins with me nervously watching a group of girls looking at “Scrambled Eggs”… while of course trying not to look like I’m looking. I’m craning my neck… are they smiling? Are they laughing? One of them tucks it under her arm and moves down the row. One of the other girls – this one brunette, pink flip-flops, nose-ring picks up another copy and looks at it. Puts it back… (I try not to look disappointed. I mean, I’m checking out the latest issue of Yoga Journal – not much to be disappointed in there.) Two more now. One is a guy – baseball cap, cargo shorts. He picks it up, reads the back – nods and hands it to his – girlfriend? – she reads the back… I think I might be holding the magazine upside down. She nods and puts it in her stack. I duck behind the magazine as they pass. I think briefly about offering to sign their books, but panic. The baseball cap guy and his – definitely girlfriend (the hand on the lower back was a dead giveaway) pass by. I smile. She smiles – says hi. Here’s my chance. “Ummm. Do you want me to sign that?” I ask. Uh oh.. confusion is all over their faces. “I mean, I am ummm. I wrote that.” Whew – this is way harder than writing a novel. Now there is a flurry of pages turning and then she holds up the book, looking from it to me and back to it. (I’m nodding and I’m sure my face is crazy pink now.) “Oh my god…” the girlfriend says and then in a voice waaay to loud for B and N… “Stacy, come here.” Now there are four of them… all around me, asking questions and smiling and pushing their books at me. (Even baseball cap guy)… I smile and answer questions. One they’re gone I head to Starbucks. I think I earned myself a coffee… Whew.

Stay tuned for more awkward moments….

Oh and check out a great review and interview at Cynthia Leitich Smith's site...

Bye for now -- Heather

Saturday, May 13, 2006

The postman may only ring once

Okay… so today I was so tired and I had to get up and do a running race… early. Then more commitments… Finally I had to lie down (for just a couple of minutes) on my bed. I didn’t even have sheets on my bed because I was washing them. So flash forward two hours later and I wake up in one of those panics, like I’ve lost something or forgotten something. And I have creases on my face from the mattress pad and my eyes don’t quite focus and there may be drool on my cheek. (I know – ewww.) I spend about five minutes stumbling around my house, trying to figure out what it is I’ve forgotten… And it’s this. I was supposed to put food out on my porch for the mail carrier food drive. I check the clock, peek out at the mailbox. There’s still time… so I go into the pantry and start pulling things out. Can of pumpkin, some tuna, a bag of brown rice…. water chestnuts (who put those in there?), a box of pasta, a jar of tomato sauce. Then I hear him at the door, putting mail into my box… Now I’m running/tripping to get to the front door… “Here,” I say, opening the door. “Um, thanks,” he says. He’s looking at me for longer than he should. Then he rubs his cheek … still looking at me. No, at my face. “Oh,” I say, putting my hand up to my cheek and feeling the lines there and maybe some drool residue… (I know… ewww!). “Thanks,” he says and it seems like he is in a bigger hurry than usual to get back to his truck. So, now I’ve done it. I’ve scared my mailman. The UPS guy already thinks I’m a lunatic, but that’s a story for another day.

Heather

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

snack foods

A week or so ago, I stopped at a convenience store with the kids, and my daughter Alex picked out snowballs as a snack....you know snowballs, the kind of round cupcakes covered in coconut? Here's what I don't get....when you buy snowballs, you now have two choices: white or pink. I don't understand the pink. I mean, it's supposed to resemble a snowball, the white ones, right? In the world of snack foods, I think this passes for cleverness. But there are no pink snowballs in the real world, unless there's massive bleeding involved, and I don't think they want us making that connection when we eat their food. So, maybe they just wanted to add some color, to really shake up the whole world of packaged cupcakes, but why pink? Why not light blue? If you think about, real snow kinda looks light blue sometimes, especially at night. The only choice worse than pink would have been yellow....a yellow snowball. They also still make candy cigarettes and bubblegum cigarettes. When I was a kid, the gum ones were always covered in powdered sugar which you could blow out the end, and pretend you were smoking. I can't believe those are still around. It's like if they made candy heroin or something. And no one believes me, but they used to make chocolate-covered Twinkies. No, not some Twinkie imitator....real Twinkies, with a chocolate topping. Now I never see them....I mean, what? People were concerned about their health and diet, and so just decided to stick with the plain Twinkies?

Brad