Week 3



 

Please Invade My Privacy
by Andi Lutz
Week 3
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Right now, I am a stay at home mom so I don’t get out much. I like staying home and not getting out and getting ready, and out of the house, and in and out of the car, and shopping or doing anything with a baby is a lot of work. My husband says I need to get out more but that’s how people get kidnapped, murdered and other bad things. There are entire shows on tv about all that bad stuff, I’d like to not be on one of those shows.

This week I didn’t get out. What I did decide to do is call someone to interact, I was going to call them anyway. The nervousness is still completely there even though I don’t have to be face to face. I know what you’re thinking, I chickened out. Ok, I won’t do this again, I will actually do it face to face next time.
I needed to call the gas company to check on our bill, that’s my next target, small talk with the local small town stranger who works at the company answering phones in the billing department. Just a little background, I am not from this town, I do not socialize and I don’t know many people around here so chances are that I would know the person who talks to me is slim to none.

Here’s how the call went: I gave Liz my info and while she was looking it up I decide on an ice breaker. I heard this ice breaker years ago from an old co-worker and he was a funny guy and everyone liked him, if I can pull it off it will help things go more smoothly. I say, ‘what are you wearing, Liz?’ not in a creepy way, just like ‘how’s the weather?’ kind of way. Liz says, ‘I’m sorry, what did you say? Did you ask what I’m wearing?’ I hear the disgust in her voice and I panic, I thought it would be safe, we are two girls and I didn’t sound like a pervert. I try to recover, ‘Well, you know I just got these leggings and they are so comfortable. I was wondering if you have a dress code because I know sitting in a chair in dress clothes for eight hours is no fun.’ I think it’s going better but when I’m nervous I can’t stop rambling and then I say, ‘and I remember when I wore slacks I had to wear a thong so I wouldn’t have panty lines. Nobody likes a thong, that fabric going up your butt, so uncomfortable.’ I wanted to die inside after I let all that slip out and I felt bad for Liz. And I think she felt bad for herself too. She said, ‘Are you asking me what kind of underwear I’m wearing?’

I have to think fast, ‘Liz, are you there? Liz, I can’t hear you, I’ll have to call back, my cell reception is bad.’ What is wrong with me, asking what she’s wearing and talking about thongs. But thongs are really uncomfortable. I’m looking for another gas company in the area and maybe I should stay away from ice breakers.

Please Invade My Privacy! And maybe you won’t have to hear about my underwear.



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Week 2

 

Please Invade My Privacy
by Andi Lutz
Week 2
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My husband and I just got to the park with our one year old daughter and perfect timing, she needed a diaper change. My husband volunteers, strange, unexpected, and not normal but who am I to turn down the chance for me to get two minutes to myself and a pass on dirty diaper ‘doody’. Oh, a pun, almost as bad as a dirty diaper. Sorry, I’ll try to steer clear of those from now on.

Get over it


I know I have to write and should put it as the priority but it's always last on the list and then eventually never gets done at the end of the day.

If I make it first on the list and nothing can be done until I write then maybe it would happen.

I need to write as if my life depends on it.
I need stop glamorizing it, it's not glamorous, it's writing, get over it.
I need to stop thinking I have to have some certain set of circumstances in order to do it; a quit room, the right keyboard, a clear mind, coffee, a cool writing room, an idea of where the story is going.

New plan tomorrow- wake up, get out of bed, write, do nothing else until writing is done. Repeat the following day.

Write everyday, yeah right

writingYeah, that is right. You need to write everyday because if you don't your pencil lead will get rusty and you'll have a harder time getting those ideas down.

Cloth Diapering, the unconvincing convince


Cloth Diapering, the unconvincing convince
by Andi Lutz

When I decided I wanted to do cloth diapers I pretty much knew it would never happen because my husband is very stubborn and would never agree to it. Since he has to live in the house with me and the baby then I have to take his wishes in to account also. It was a big fat no, I didn’t even bother to discuss it with him. I know him all too well, he complains almost every day that he has to clean the litterbox now that I’m pregnant. And he checks with me all the time to make sure I am taking that duty over once our little angel is born. On the other hand, we do have 4 big dogs and 3 cats that are all indoor animals so there is always something coming out of one end or the other of these 7, adding another pooper doesn’t change things much. But I guess the poo jobs are all mine, is man just weaker when it comes to that?