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...you know... cause I left a message at their editorial offices today. Because they really need me over there even though they don't know it yet.

It's really odd, though, because no one has called me back yet. Not Gail, not the secretary, not even the dog walker. But I'll wait.

Just like I'll wait for that lottery scratch-off ticket to one day show me I've won 10k along with my 99cent Diet Coke purchase.

Just like I'll wait for that extra writing job that will make me happier than my last in-office job and not break my spirit doing so. (Oh, yeah, last job... loved the people - most of them anyway, but the virtual paperwork was just not for me.)

Just like I'll wait for those five items I put up on Ebay to sell. It's a tough economy when a 99cent Polo shirt isn't grabbed quicker than a pole dancer at a half-off strip tease. (Dumbest analogy ever... moving on.)

I'll wait for the soup in the crock pot to soften my carrots and for the right amount of patience and prayer to soften my heart.

I'll wait for my husband to come home safely in our L.A. rainstorm (Calling Live Doppler 7000! People have to drive slower to jobs they hate and homes they can't stand! The tragedy!) I'll wait for kids to finish their 20 minutes of computer time and my mom to call me back about the Costco Run of 2010..

I figure if Hatian Mireille Ditmer can suffer several days under a collapsed building for light and sustenance to reach her, I can do the same for more trivial matters. Yup - even a buzz from Oprah editorial offices is trivial compared to other calamaties.

Now if you'll excuse me, the kids' timer is about to beep, which means my perspective is about to be shot to oblivion as I deep breathe my way through whining and fussing until bedtime.

Actually, it won't be that bad. I'm certain the madness, like my 99cent Store box cake last night, will be full of sprinkles in the form of "I love you's" and "You're the best mama ever!"

I can't promise the two snow seals above will lavish me with affection forever, but until they change their mind, I'll be, like Oprah's call, eagerly waiting.

What are you waiting for these days?

* Photo taken in Big Bear a few weeks back. It was my kids first time in snow. They loved sliding on their bellies, but after seeing kids with fancy sleds, they wanted some themselves. After all the Christmas excess, I told them that at least for a month they'd be... yup... waiting.
 


Comments

Irishmama7

Tue, 19 Jan 2010 20:58:33

Ooooo You had me all excited with the picture of the kids in the snow and the Oprah reference...I thought "Oh yay Andrea is moving (or at least visiting)to Chicago (the Midwest) oooo yay! However, I will just have to wait patiently. So glad you are back. I missed you.

 

Emre

Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:06:42

So you're waiting. I sometimes think of waiting periods as the UNcalm (because who is CALM before the storm? NOT ME.) period before the storm, but it turns out not be a raging beat the hell out of us storm, and is instead dapper drops forming dollaps. Dapper dollaps dripping daps. A light summer storm, more of a rain, bt a cleansing, exhilarating rain, and if you catch a dallop in your hand, you'll find that -magic- youll know a next step.

 

lisasmith

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 15:31:10

You're funny!! I'll pray Oprah calls. That would be cool. I'm waiting this week too for a call from my doctor. :/

 

Daria

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 15:44:48

If you get to be on Oprah (I have no doubt you'd be a fantastic witty guest), please consider me as your companion. I'm unemployed and ready for excitement (LOVE Chicago), I am one of your biggest cheerleaders, and well, please pretty please pleeeease.

 

Brooke G

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 19:46:40

Any word yet???? I am sure she just wrote down the number wrong..... you better follow up on that call ;) and leave your number twice... REEEEALLLLY slow! I will keep my fingers crossed.
HUGS ;)

 

Betsy

Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:22:02

Funny, I've been waiting for Oprah to call as well. It's been a few years now, but I remain hopeful. Why is that. I wonder how many Americans are suffering from this malady?
Aside from that, I've been known to wait for the laundry to fold itself and for dinner to make itself, and for my children to come into my bedroom one morning, fully dressed in weather-appropriate clothing and tell me not to worry, they'll get themselves to school.
I used to have snowboard competitions at Big Bear. I loved seeing those LA kids play in snow for the first time.

 

Betsy

Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:26:08

Ack! Just went to GH and realized you weren't kidding about the Oprah call. Neither was I, but I didn't mean to sound dismissive. You are not a "nutbar." Hope she calls.

 

Maggie

Fri, 22 Jan 2010 12:43:42

The first time my eldest played in snow, he was seven. We spent the first 7 years in Las Vegas, then moved to Quebec. He wouldn't walk on it - he thought he would drowned.

Oprah better call you! If she doesn't, she doesn't know what she's missing!

 

Stacey

Sat, 23 Jan 2010 10:24:14

Ah, yes, I know about waiting, too. We are definitley in a waiting period... waiting for more work, waiting to hear why the hubby had a stroke, waiting for spring planting to arrive, waiting, waiting...

"Yet those who WAIT for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary." Isaiah 40:31

Enjoy the waiting, my friend! It's for a purpose and part of the plan. Love you!

 

Deb

Mon, 25 Jan 2010 07:38:57

Glad to see you're back :) You've been missed....

When Oprah calls, tell her I said "Hey girl" - we go way back.

OK, we don't. But tell her I said "Hey girl" anyway.

 

gretchen

Mon, 08 Feb 2010 17:35:23

Hmmm...Oprah, huh?

I don't love seasons of waiting. But they do bring us closer to seasons of doing, so I guess that's not all bad.

Or, maybe it is. :) xxxooo

 

phd in yogurtry

Wed, 10 Feb 2010 07:09:13

Did you tell Oprah I sent you? Must not have. ; )

 



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