tick. tock.

"My how time flies."

"The older you get, the faster it goes."

"Where did the day go?"

We've all heard all the silly cliches about time passing. Lately, I feel I'm living every last one of them. I can't believe I haven't blogged since August. I can't believe I actually wrote a draft of a New Year's post but never actually got around to posting it. I can't believe it's the 27th day of 2008. You know what?! I can't believe it's the 8th year of the Y2K!! Does it seem like it's been EIGHT YEARS since we were all freaking out about what would happen to mainframes and power supplies and the whole friggin world when the calendar switched to 0-0?

I know you feel me.

I wish I could blab about all the nifty things I've acheived since August. I know I have some accomplishments under my belt but they're boring things like writing thirty millions drafts of essay questions for Zoe & Ella's kindergarten applications; touring private schools; working ridiculously hard on draft after draft of a script before the WGA strike hit....boring, dull, living life sort of stuff.

I am usually really good and organized about my New Year's goals but I haven't been able to come up with any significant ones this year. Is 2008 destined to be like the last 6 months - head down, plowing through. Or is this the year that something crazy happens like we get the winning lottery numbers??

I don't know.

But I am interested to see what comes. Maybe if this stinkin strike ends in a few weeks my mood will lighten and the paralysis I feel professionally b/c I can't sell anything or move any projects forward will disappear and bring a wave of hope, productivity and giddiness!! (I'll get back to you about that post-strike).

The family. We're all good. Zoe and Ella are beside themselves to be five. They proudly proclaim it to anyone who will listen and lord it over all children younger than them. In fact, they were taunting a three year today (at her birthday party mind you!)

Dancing around, singing: "We're five and you're only three!"

It was the most amusing taunt I'd ever heard. But I did stop them. I try to be a good parent. I said something like, "I don't understand what the big deal is about being 5 and stop taunting the birthday girl at her own party. It's rude." To which Ella immediately chimed in, "Well. I wasn't doing it. It was Zoe."

Yes, that's pretty much what we'll be hearing for the rest of our lives from Ella - even when she's up to her elbow in the cookie jar, face smeared in chocolate -- "Well. It wasn't me. It was Zoe."

The following is a picture of us on New Year's Day taken at George & Aghi's dreamy beach house. Yes, the day was as gorgeous as it looks. This is why no one leaves Los Angeles unless they get scared off by a giant earthquake.

So here's what I hope, the energy and fun and sheer joy shown in this picture will ultimately be how 2008 goes down.


LoveDaddy said...

Absolutely worth the wait! Thanks for the blog entry and adorable photo. To Ella and Zoe: I am 38 and you are only 5. Er, oh wait, that song/taunt doesn't have the same effect, does it? ....nevermind.

Taj said...

sprecher, may all your weekends feel like this..and mine too. i'm 36 and i still cartwheel. pretty proud of that may zoe and ella be able to say the same at 75! imagine that!