Playtime

Saturday I had a book reading / signing for Ordinary Mary at the Salt Lake public library. I thought about mentioning it on here but had a feeling in my gut that it wouldn't necessarily be a party I'd be proud of hosting. I was right. My reading was at 11:00am. At 11:10 I was still the only person in the reading room. At 11:13 in walks a woman, completely off her rocker, pushing a stroller in which an 18 mo. - 2 year old baby sits eating a chocolate chip cookie the size of her head and drinking a can of Diet Coke with a straw. Koo Koo Ka Choo was immediately in my face with her cell phone snapping picture after picture of my nose while asking me how old I was and if I really wrote a book. She banged the phone into my eyeball asking me if I liked any of the pictures she had taken but before I could ask her to kindly delete them from her phone she whirled around and began to dialogue with her baby about me and my book and the library schedule and President Obama and the homeless problem and quantum physics and oatmeal.

Then, magically, at 11:17 about five children appeared and sat around me while I read to them. It was fine. There was actually one little brother and sister team that were so cute and polite and engaged. It was worth it for them. AND, it was totally worth seeing that building. I have heard forever about how amazing it is but hadn't yet taken the time to check it out. Wow. Now I know where I am taking my laptop when I need to work somewhere, anywhere, other than my bedroom.

Come to think of it, maybe I should have told you all about it. My screaming fans would have shown up and the three of us would have had an amazing time.

Change of subject. Sort of. In addressing the ongoing question of how to stay financially afloat while Book is selling and money for Film is being raised I decided that I simply cannot stomach anymore temp work. And I am tired of cleaning other people's houses. I have a few other irons in a few other fires and am still doing a bit of freelance writing but decided I needed something that would be fun, that I would kick ass at and would bring in a bit of steady money.

Long story short I am going to start throwing Passion Parties. That's right - Sister Pearson is gonna sell sex toys! I have friends that make a good chunk of money doing it and, surprisingly those parties are quite popular (and might I add, desperately needed) here in Utah. Probably for the same reason as the porn. Basically we're talking me and a room full of people and two hours of stand up comedy involving sex toys. Come on, you know you're dying to book me for your next Homemaking activity night!

Anyway, I signed up and just received my kit in the mail - a shockingly large, heavy box filled with sex toys. So now I'm thinking, screw working at all - Mommy's never leaving her bedroom again. If this is the last you ever hear from me, know that I died a very happy woman.