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|Saturday, May 13th, 2006|
[posted at 4:35 am]
I'm leaving in about an hour for Dallas. I'm not sure how long ...
You all know how to get ahold of me anyway - Current Mood: frantic
|Monday, April 24th, 2006|
Wow. Where has the last week gone?
It's been a whirlwind of phone calls, meetings, and planning. I haven't had time to think, and as a result, my birthday slipped by almost unnoticed (at least by me). My sisters kept up their annual tradition of annoying me at the very moment of my birth, and my daughter sent me a couple of lovely presents that certainly brought a smile to my face, but for the most part, it was a quiet day.
Sunday was also quiet - I got some writing done, and I had a rather longish talk with my ex-wife (which always makes for an exciting day, don't you think?). We had originally put off plans to have Gwen spend the summer vacation with me, but we discussed them a bit last night - and it won't be the whole summer, but definitely a couple of weeks, probably near the end. It's sort of a relief, to be honest; I was afraid we would have to cancel completely, and going that long without seeing my daughter is too painful even to fathom.
I would do anything for that little girl; and the power of that feeling always takes me by surprise. Current Mood: accomplished
|Thursday, April 20th, 2006|
I wasn't expecting this. I didn't even know Vince entered me for the prize, and when I heard -
Shock is an understatement. I'm still in
I've been fielding calls from family and friends all week; literally basking in the glow of it all. It feels good, really good. It's a boost of confidence I needed far more than I'm willing to admit. I'm suddenly myself again, for however long that will last. I can even almost pull off the cockiness that was my 'signature' when I was in the White House Press Corps.
It's been a whirlwind year, with ups and downs that would make anyone balk, but maybe this is finally it - the journey up and out. God, I certainly hope so. Current Mood: optimistic
|Wednesday, April 5th, 2006|
Day by day.
I expect far more, but can only promise less.
When did my world spin out of control. Current Mood: discontent
|Monday, April 3rd, 2006|
I'm not sure how many more times I can pick up the pieces.
I spent almost three hours this morning in Stanley's office. I have two new prescriptions and appointments scheduled twice a week for the next month. 'Intensive' therapy.
But I've been here before; and I fight my way back...
And yet here I am.
[/private] Current Mood: exhausted
|Wednesday, March 29th, 2006|
How long can one go without sleep?
Is there a point where exhaustion takes over, and you just collapse? Current Mood: exhausted
|Sunday, March 26th, 2006|
Today is an anniversary, of sorts. Maybe not one I want to remember, but one that is always in the forefront of my mind. It was today, one year ago, that a car bomb exploded outside my hotel in Jerusalem.
My life has changed drasically since then: jobs and relationships have changed, I struggle with demons almost daily, and I have physical weaknesses that I never dreamed of a year ago.
A few of you have seen me through the rough times; many may not even realise how...different...this year has been. But I've made it that far - and as challenging as its been, I'm well aware of what an accomplishment it actually is.
I'm hanging on; and I hope that continues. Current Mood: anxious
|Monday, March 6th, 2006|
[flocked to Carol]
It's been almost a year, and I can still hear it echoing in my head.
Is this ever going to stop?
[/flock] Current Mood: cranky
|Sunday, February 26th, 2006|
|Saturday, February 11th, 2006|
My daughter bought a Valentine for a boy. She also bought cheesy boxed Valentine's for everyone else in her class, but she convinced my ex-wife to let her buy a 'special' Valentine for a boy in her choir. An older boy.
Gwen is ten years old. I realise this little crush will come to nothing, but am I wrong to wish she weren't growing up quite so fast? That that special Valentine were for her Daddy, and not some sleazy 11 year old named Billy? Current Mood: distressed
|Sunday, February 5th, 2006|
Today's the day.
First column was posted at 12:01 am at the Post's website, and appeared, as I'm sure you've all figured out, in this morning's edition as well.
It'll be awhile, I think, before we get any idea of reaction. It's not like we can look at 'ratings', and it's unlikely that we'll get any more buyers based on a couple of radio spots. Webhits might be a good way to judge, but... Well, you never know.
Still, it gives me a weird sense of accomplishment to see my name in print again. It's something I took for granted while I was with the Press Corps, but after being away from it so long... Well, it feels good. Really good. Current Mood: impressed
|Wednesday, February 1st, 2006|
State of the Union tonight. It will be the first time in almost 15 years I haven't sat in the room for it, haven't been a part of the night in some way.
I'm not quite
sure how I'll react. Everything is so different.
On a happier note, the radio spots started airing at midnight, and so far response is - well, its hard to judge, really. It's radio after all, not something you can get an immediate response to. Still, word around town is apparently optimistic, excited even.
Things will heat up after the 5th; hopefully I'll start to feel a little human again. Current Mood: hopeful
|Saturday, January 28th, 2006|
Wow. So it's been almost 20 days since I posted here - I'd have to go back and check, but I think that might be a record for me. I suppose you could say there's not much of interest happening in my life - at least not that I'm willing to post here
, but I should still try and be better about letting you all know I'm alive.
I am, for all intents and purposes, alive.
I've had a busy couple of weeks, preparing research for columns, meeting with people - including my editor - to see what direction this column o' mine is going to go in. There are a lot of possibilities, and I think we've got them all ironed out.
I am fascinated by the amount of publicity that the Post seems to be putting behind this. There are pictures, ads in the Post itself. They're even threatening radio spots (no one wants to see my ugly mug on TV), but I think I've talked them down from that. But believe me, even without that, there's enough publicity surrounding this thing that if I fall on my ass, the entire world will know. And this is not a comforting thought - at all
This may surprise all of you, but I don't actually like being the centre of attention - more lately, I'll admit - and this is certainly making my nerves kind of raw. I just want to get started
February 5th can't come fast enough - and my excitement has nothing to do with the Super Bowl. Current Mood: anxious
|Tuesday, January 10th, 2006|
Thus passes time.
I was right, last week crawled
by. It was almost painful, to be honest. I've always considered myself to be a patient person, but lately? Not so much.
Be that is it may, I'm one week closer to the premiere of my new column with the Post, and one week closer to actually working
for a living again. I've been off too long, its like I can feel the muscles stretching as I try to write, and I can definitely feeling the resulting pain...
I guess even with writing the adage of 'take things slow' is a true one. If you're out of practice, even for a few weeks, it can be very difficult to get back into it. But I'm getting there. Current Mood: optimistic
|Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006|
It's always amazed me how variable time can be. Oh, you can count it down in minutes, if you so choose, but your mood, or anticipation, can completely change how that amount of time feels. Fifteen minutes can speed by, a week can seem like an eternity.
A week. It doesn't seem like a long time, does it? And today is almost over, so really, it's six days. The way time speeds by these days - the way the world moves so quickly - you would think it would be nothing more than a blink before it was over.
But I can see it stretching in front of me. A seemingly infinite amount of time.
One week. Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand eighty minutes.
It's an eternity to me. Current Mood: cranky
|Monday, January 2nd, 2006|
New Year's seems, in general, to be a very good holiday for me. In the past, it's never really been anything but another night, another party, but in the last couple of years, my attitude has changed.
And yeah, most of this is going to sound trite, but - It really is a time for new beginnings, for taking steps forward, for making promises. It's a date on a calender, I suppose, and you can start those beginnings anytime, or make those steps, but for me, New Year's seems to have some sort of power.
It's a good day. A very good day.
On a different note, as the first wave of promotion comes out from the Post, I thought I'd place my own announcement here, for my friends. I would have done it sooner, but this was one of those things that happened quickly, and Vince made me promise not to spill until the Post could get it's act together. And since my picture seems to have appeared seemingly overnight on some very strange locations, I'm pretty sure they got it together.
I am no longer a member of the White House Press Corps.
Starting Sunday, February 5th, I will be writing a thrice (is that even a word) weekly column for the Post. The details, believe it or not, are not quite ironed out yet, but it will likely still be political in nature, just not based out of the White House.
It was a big decision to make, but, given my current situation, it was the right decision. I haven't been an active member of the Corps, really, since I returned from Israel last spring, and it's no longer feasible for the Post to hold the position open.
So, my ugly mug will still be gracing the pages of the Post, but not in the way you're all used to. It's been a wild ride, and I'll miss it, but sometimes, changes are for the best. Current Mood: grateful
|Wednesday, December 28th, 2005|
We're back in DC.
It was a crazy weekend - lots of family, lots of presents, and lots of time with Gwen, which really, is just the way I like it. I miss her when she's not around, she changes so much - and I can't believe, sometimes, how much of it I'm missing.
And that got me thinking... I need to make some changes. A lot of them have been made for me, because of Israel and what's happened since then, but there are more - things I need to do, to say. Parts of my life that need to change, for better or for worse.
It wasn't easy. But... I think I'm doing the right thing. Current Mood: determined
|Thursday, December 22nd, 2005|
Hi. It's Gwen again. I sort of like this thing, and since Daddy doesn't mind...
I was right about Daddy's 'free day'. It meant he had nothing planned, which wasn't so bad, actually. We did some last minute Christmas shopping for Daddy's family early this morning, and then we stayed in and watched Christmas videos.
Did you know there was a video about a clockmaker and a bunch of mice? They build a clock to make Santa happy after one of the mice writes a letter saying he doesn't exist... I don't know where Daddy got it, but I've never seen it before.
Anyway, we curled up on the couch with popcorn and hot chocolate (and Christmas cookies that Daddy said he didn't bake, but he wouldn't tell me who did), and we watched that show, and then Miracle on 34th Street, and then some old movie called White Christmas. I fell asleep though, and Daddy covered me with a blanket - and he's been teasing me about it all night.
And now Daddy is calling and saying its time for bed, because we have an early flight in the morning 'home' to South Bend. Auntie Meg is picking us up at the airport, but we're staying with Auntie Hannah, who has the house that Daddy used to live in when he was a little boy.
I think we're coming back here again before I leave for home, but I'm not sure when we arrive. I guess as long as Daddy has my tickets, I don't need to worry.
Goodnight everyone. Current Mood: happy
|Wednesday, December 21st, 2005|
Umm. Hi. It's Gwen Concannon.
Daddy said I could post in his LiveJournal, because he's too tired and he wants you all to know that I'm here.
I came this afternoon from Dallas, and Friday we leave for South Bend to see Auntie Hannah and Auntie Meg and their families. It's the first time I've spent Christmas with them since I was really little, and its been a while since I've seen them all together in a group. I hope they like me.
Daddy and I had an early dinner, then went to see the Narnia movie. I think that's why he's tired. It was crowded, and he was crabby. REALLY crabby. But he said he was sorry and bought me hot chocolate so I guess that's okay. He's sitting next to me on the couch now, and says its not nice of me to call him crabby ...
...but he's smiling as he says it.
The Narnia movie was pretty good, but it looked AWFULLY cold with all that snow. I hope its not like that in Indiana. My coat isn't that warm.
Tomorrow is what Daddy is calling a 'free day'. I think that means that he doesn't have any plans, but he's trying to make it sound all mysterious. And now he's pretending like I insulted him again...I think maybe he's feeling better.
It's late now, and Daddy says its time for bed, so I'm going to let him have his laptop back and go brush my teeth.
Umm.. Goodnight. Current Mood: accomplished
|Sunday, December 11th, 2005|
I grew up with two sisters. It was pretty much inevitable that I would run across a romance novel or two while growing up. And, childhood (and teenage) curiosity being what it is, it was also inevitable that I would read at least one.
And I did.
Now, I realise its been about thirty years since then, but I don't recall the one I read back then being ...well, BAD. Just.... BAD.
I had the opportunity to read another one recently, and...
I'm sorry, but how do people read that trash? The storyline is non-existant. The romance is trite, and unbelieveable. The characters are unrealistic...
Do woman really enjoy these things? Really?
I grew up with three woman, and I still don't understand them... Current Mood: confused