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    <updated>2009-12-16T17:53:08Z</updated>
    <subtitle>When I was your age, we just let them ride in the back window.</subtitle>
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        <title>Five Things I Meant to Do in 2009</title>
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        <updated>2009-12-16T17:53:08Z</updated>
        <summary>This post is inspired by Maria Niles' post on BlogHer. 1) I meant to be more present. I try, really I do, to always be listening when someone is talking to me. Sometimes, though, something I read or see or...</summary>
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            <name>Rita Arens</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>This post is inspired by <a href="http://www.blogher.com/five-things-i-meant-do-2009" target="_blank" title="five things I meant to do in 2009">Maria Niles' post on BlogHer</a>.</p>
<p>1) <strong>I meant to be more present.</strong> I try, really I do, to always be listening when someone is talking to me. Sometimes, though, something I read or see or want to write about squirrels its way into my head, and no matter how I bat it down it pops up again like a rubber duck. It particularly bothers me when I find myself doing this with friends or family. They've pointed it out, this bad habit of mine, and I'm ashamed of it. So even though I meant to do it in 2009, I'm going to try harder in 2010.</p>
<p>2) <strong>I meant to find an agent for my children's book, <em>Bella Eats the Monsters</em>.</strong> I wrote it, then Bella died, and after hearing back from a few agents that it wasn't quite there, that monsters were overdone, that it was "cute," I just gave up on it and started my novel. I'm happy with that decision. There is only so much time to write, and I feel more connected to the novel than I did to the children's book. So I'm stowing it for future reference, and perhaps I'll get it published by the time I'm pressuring the little angel to make me a grandmother. </p>
<p>3) <strong>I meant to call my parents more often.</strong> I have done a better job in the past few weeks, but there were weeks that I went by without talking to my parents. Normally we talk quite a bit, but somehow when things got really bad and busy at work and life just felt so overwhelming, calling home was forgotten. It didn't help that for a year we took long-distance off our home phone, so I had to find and unlock my cell to call home. I'm much more likely to talk for any length of time on a larger phone. Now we have long-distance back, and lo! I dial. </p>
<p>4) <strong>I meant to take more photos.</strong> We have a digital camera, and there's really no excuse. I wish I'd taken more video, too. I have all the tools. I just forget. Then a whole year has gone by and my daughter looks so different and I worry I'll forget what she looked like making cookies in her little apron. And then I want to cry.</p>
<p>5) <strong>I meant to read more.</strong> I read quite a few books in 2009, but they were almost all review books. I'm severely curtailing the books I will review in the future. Some of those review books were awesome, but some took away from great fiction. I won't let that happen again. It's easy to let that happen.</p>
<p>Lest I depress myself with this post, here are some things I'm proud that I did in 2009.</p>
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<li id="">I got a new job with a <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/11/never-ever-ever-ever-ever-give-up.html" target="_blank" title="blogher">fabulous media company</a> doing something I love.</li>
<li>I weathered the death of Bella and brought <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/06/petunia-eats-the-monsters.html" target="_blank" title="petunia cookie dough">Petunia Cookie Dough</a> into our lives.</li>
<li>I had a lot of dates with my hot husband, and we talked about all sorts of things that don't involve housework, children or scheduling.</li>
<li>I wrote the <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/11/novelinprogress-rough-draft-complete.html" target="_blank" title="novel in progress">rough draft of a novel</a>.</li>
<li>I threw a <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/11/if-this-writing-thing-doesnt-work-out-at-least-i-can-fall-back-on-diaper-cakes.html" target="_blank" title="baby shower">shower for my very pregnant best friend</a>.</li>
<li>I went to <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/02/mommy-is-disney-world-just-one-big-store.html" target="_blank" title="disney world vacation photos">Disney World on my birthday with my family</a>.</li>
<li>I attended my first <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/04/dear-new-york-city-i-wasnt-wearing-the-royals-tshirt-ironically.html" target="_blank" title="asja conference">ASJA conference</a>.</li>
<li>I spoke at <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/07/blogher-09-a-photo-essay.html" target="_blank" title="blogher 09">BlogHer</a> and <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/2009/04/chicks-who-click-get-on-down-to-kansas-city-in-may-and-see-me.html" target="_blank" title="chicks who click speaker">Chicks Who Click</a>.</li>
<li>I published articles at <a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/surrender_dorothy/online-periodicals.html" target="_blank" title="rita arens writing">Super Eco and Babble and in Scholastic Parent and Child</a>.</li>
<li>I started getting together regularly with some writer types to talk shop and drink wine.</li>
<li>I listened to <em>War and Peace</em>. I liked it.</li>
<li>I helped Beloved's parents move to a more accommodating location.</li>
<li>I helped Beloved remodel two closets and a garage in the Transformation of Chateau Travolta (which seems to drag on and on).</li>
<li>I enjoyed myself quite a bit.</li>
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        <title>A Guest Post By My Cat</title>
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        <published>2009-12-15T20:26:12-06:00</published>
        <updated>2009-12-16T02:26:12Z</updated>
        <summary>I knew something was fishy the moment she approached me. She NEVER sits on the couch in the morning. She's always running this way and that, muttering "LATE! LATE!" even when she works from home in that stupid leather chair...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>I knew something was fishy the moment she approached me. She NEVER sits on the couch in the morning. She's always running this way and that, muttering "LATE! LATE!" even when she works from home in that stupid leather chair I can't fit into behind her. (I have tried. Nonadjustable arms.)</p><p>But she patted the seat beside her, all nice and cooing, and I, like an idiot, walked right into it. She grabbed me and he held open some sort of gauche gym-bag-looking-wannabe-designer-cat-bag thing. He stuffed me in headfirst. I was so totally pissed. HISS.</p><p>I will wait until they sleep. Then I will sit on their chests and breathe menacing breaths until they wake up.</p><p>Then I will wait for them to fall asleep and DO IT AGAIN.</p><p>She drove me to the vet and left me there for five hours. WITH OTHER ANIMALS. I hate other animals.  And she should never leave me like that. </p><p>Because maybe. Just maybe? I was a little bit scared.</p><p>HISS.</p><p>Then the stupid vet said something about "fecal test" and also told me I have a cavity and have to have a tooth extracted AT A LATER DATE. Which means I HAVE TO COME BACK.</p><p>But next time ... next time, I will see her coming.</p><p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a75621f0970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1216" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a75621f0970b " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a75621f0970b-320wi" /></a> <br /> <em>Fuck you.</em></p><p /><p /></div>
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        <title>Tales of a Sugarplum Fairy</title>
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        <published>2009-12-13T18:33:27-06:00</published>
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        <summary>After four months of practices and fifteen hours in a small, poorly lit dressing room, it came to fruition. The little angel as snowbird in the room that almost stole my soul. The hat really makes the outfit. The birds...</summary>
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            <name>Rita Arens</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>After four months of practices and fifteen hours in a small, poorly lit dressing room, it came to fruition.</p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fab95970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1418" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fab95970c " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fab95970c-320wi" /></a> </p>
<p><em>The little angel as snowbird in the room that almost stole my soul.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca38e970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1420" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca38e970b " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca38e970b-320wi" /></a> </p>
<p><em>The hat really makes the outfit.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764faf06970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1424" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764faf06970c " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764faf06970c-320wi" /></a> </p>
<p><em>The birds wait backstage.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764faf95970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1442" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764faf95970c " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764faf95970c-320wi" /></a> <br /><em>She came flying in.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fafee970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1445" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fafee970c " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fafee970c-320wi" /></a> </p>
<p><em>And landed, eyes on her heroine.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca5cc970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1348" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca5cc970b " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca5cc970b-320wi" /></a> <br /><em>The snow queen.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca69b970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1427" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca69b970b " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca69b970b-320wi" /></a> <br /><em>She was also a merry maid.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fb14f970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1447" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fb14f970c " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fb14f970c-320wi" title="IMG_1447" /></a> </p>
<p><em>The cutest in the world.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca7b5970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1453" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca7b5970b " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0120a74ca7b5970b-320wi" title="IMG_1453" /></a> <br /><em>976 school kids from the KCMO school district saw the show. Thanks to all for the donations.</em></p><p><em><a href="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fbcbf970c-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="IMG_1446" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fbcbf970c " src="http://surrenderdorothy.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c52ab53ef0128764fbcbf970c-320wi" /></a> <br /> <br /></em></p></div>
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