Living near the beach is destroying my writing career. In the past few weeks, I have become a certified beach bum. While I am still showering (thank God!), I no longer “do” my hair- it has been tumbling in tangled waves down my back and under a baseball cap for two weeks. I wear the same pair of jean shorts everyday, which have one pocket for my cash, one for my keys, and one for my iPod. I no longer wear makeup- unless oversized sunglasses and lipgloss count. My bedsheet is covered in sand (yes, I just quoted Sublime- my mind is really deteriorating when I can’t write anything original and resort to regurgitating song lyrics) and I don’t even care. I recently published a piece on Momlogic about Sarah Palin and the producers are begging me for more “thought-provoking, political articles with a point of view.” Oh crap, does that mean I actually have to start reading the newspaper again?

My existence is divided into two parts: First, there is life above the Montana Steps (where I generally spend my time plotting and planning my descent). Then, there is life below the steps- at the beach. I have already been down once this morning. I decided it was time to see if Shane could handle the steps, and he mastered them like a champ! I can now report there are 128 steps down to the beach- Shane and I laboriously counted them on the way up and the way down this morning.

Now Kiki is napping and Shane is playing Bakugan with Ana and I have some Free Time. I should really do some work- or at least do my hair. But those steps are calling to me. And I really need to do a recount for accuracy….

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