Where did the title come from?

A few readers have asked me where my blog title comes from. In order to explain, I'll have to take you back to elementary school. Grade 4 to be exact. My best friend and I wrote a class newspaper. We charged 25 cents an issue, but of course due to some dumb school rule we were not allowed to keep the money. It's a shame really, because the money should have gone to our parents. My friend's mom typed all of our hand written articles and my mom had them photocopied. Aren't mom's incredibly supportive.

Anyway, the money had to go to something school related so we told the school librarian we would donate a book with the money we made. We were animal activists so we planned to buy a book about animals for the library. At the end of the year, the librarian told us there had been a change in plans. She would pick the book. And guess what it was called? Don't put the mustard in our custard and it wasn't about animals. A photo was taken of us, with the librarian and the book. We are standing there with scowls on our faces -We worked really really hard and didn't even get to pick the book- she certainly put the mustard in our custard that day. :)

Anyway, I've carried that saying with me throughout life. When anyone rains on my parade, I say they put the mustard in my custard.

The weed wasn't weed

So, Will was weeding our backyard and found what looked like weed plants...five one night and another four the next. He was worried that if someone saw it and reported us we'd be charged for growing weed. You read about that stuff in the paper all the time.

He called the police and reported it. They came and inspected the "weed" plant and guess what??? It wasn't weed. Only a plant that highly resembled it.

So of course he was embarassed that he had called and we got a chuckle out of it when the officer said, "This isn't weed, it's just a weed."

Hardy ha ha.

Bitten by the baby bug

A friend of mine that just moved to the other side of the country also just gave birth to her first baby....an adorable baby girl. I went to the mall yesterday to pick up a little something for her and what was meant to be a ten minute trip to the baby clothes section turned into an hour.

There were so many choices...everything was just so cute. And I came home bitten by the baby bug. This happens every so often, when I see a really cute kid or one of my friends announces she is preggie or I find myself in the children's clothes section. Are we programmed so that when others have babies or we are around baby stuff our biological drive kicks in?

The worst part is that when I showed Will the cute outfit I bought my friend's baby...he too was bitten by the baby bug.

Not good! Not good at all. I have scripts to write and things to do. I think I should go to a movie today. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

I'm baaaack

Holy crap! I new it had been a looong time since my last update but I had no idea it had been a little over a month! Things have been YUCKY lately. My life has been in a scramble but I'm slowly but surely getting things on track.

School is done! And yesterday I found out my short script has placed in the first round of the American Gem short script competition. At least I know I have some talent or I wouldn't be placing in these things. Either that or half the entries were submitted by a bunch of monkeys in illegible hand scribbles. Who really knows?

Will has been mini golf obsessed this month (the real game, not the Wii one). And he's really out to win. He's also been practicing his wii bowling which sucks. It's the only game on the wii I can beat him at or should I say used to beat him at. He's always beaten me at golf, boxing, tennis and now bowling. BAWL. Now, being the spoilt sport that I am, I just don't want to play anymore. I mean if you can't win....maybe I should find someone who sucks more than me to play with?? Anyone want to volunteer???

Poor huanne. This month has been one of confusion for her. She's developed a phobia to firecrackers and the family down the street keeps setting them off. Hu anne goes crazy and hides under the bed. Her heart beats rapidly, like shes having a panic attack and no amount of hugs, kisses and soothing talk makes her feel any better. Ah, I love my huanne. I'll post some updated pics soon.

Networking

This week was full of networking...

It started with a nomination I received for a screenplay award which was presented at a new club downtown. I got to hear the announcer read my name and talk about my script while I turned crimson. Didn't win but the nomination in itself was nice.

I spent the evening talking to people in the "Biz." A local director showed interest in one of my short scripts, so I've put a third draft together and plan to send it off to her tonight.

I was then invited to another "Biz" party. I'm an introvert and wasn't sure what the point of even going was. I'd probably sit in the corner like a wallflower all night....but once again I surprised myself by talking to a local producer about my script. We talked for an hour which I think was a pretty good sign.

But I am just not a party gal. I'm most at home hiking with my dog, staying home and watching a movie or TV...pretty boring stuff.

Today I entered two competitions - Nicholl and Austin.

School is OVER! And I am left with mixed emotions. I was so friggin exhausted but the thought of going back to work is not so good. I have three weeks off and I plan to do some heavy R and R after the following boring stuff:

my taxes
cleaning - my bedroom is piled high with clothes - I haven't cleaned in almost 6 weeks.
And as if I haven't had enough, I signed up for a one week script marketing course so that I can start marketing this sucker that has consumed my life.

I feel good

So last night I checked my email when I got home and was delighted to read that a Spec TV script I wrote made the semi-finals of a Spec TV writing competition! YAY me!!!

I was totally not expecting this and really needed the moral boost as the last 2 weeks of my life have been hell.

They announce the finalists this week, so please cross your fingers for me. But honestly, even making it this far makes me feel good.

On another note, my beautiful dog was such a sweetie today. It was really windy and the front door blew open. This is very very bad when it comes to my doggie. She's a husky - very well trained inside but when it comes to outside she is as free as a wolf, A.K.A. if she gets loose outside we may never get her back.

Anyway, as I raced toward her, she looked at me, then walked out the door. I started calling her, my heart was racing, I pictured us searching for her night and day, putting up lost dog posters, the whole nine-yards, but a miraculous thing happened....she immediately ran back to me. She's getting soft in her old age but I like it.

I feel good today.

April fools

So, today, I was home and all ready to go out for some boring errands. I got my boots, hat, scarf, mits and coat on - it's still freezing here, and then reached into my purse and guess what?

No keys.

I called Will at work and asked him if he had my set with him. He of course feigned innocence and suggested I check all of the mystery compartments in my purse. He's always complaining about how big my purse is and how there's a whole house worth of stuff in it, yada, yada. So, thinking he might be right, I dumped the whole thing on the kitchen table, rooted through my junk and still no keys.

He reaches into his pockets and then says, awkwardly, "I have both sets."

This after blaming it on my purse. Tsk. Tsk. "So, what do you have to say for yourself?" I ask.

"Umm, April, Fools???" he says. Yeah, right.