| "Players only - The Lane-Farrell Family Dinner Extravaganza" |
[25 Feb 2008|07:47pm] |
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( Shall we pray? )
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[14 Nov 2007|07:22am] |
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| "Players only - Colin and Diane at the Club for her birthday (backdated to January)" |
[21 Sep 2007|01:15am] |
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( Happy Birthday Diane )
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| "Players only - Merry Christmas with the Farrells from Dublin (will be backdated)" |
[10 Jan 2007|09:09pm] |
She's never going to be too old for this, Ellie thinks. She crawls out of her bed, her Ireland bed that is, and tip toes over to the large portable cribs pushed against the far wall. Ellie insisted the babies sleep in her room because a) it went over big with the parents and b) she had weapons of squeaky destruction to use to wake them up this morning.
Because Christmas morning in the Ireland house meant mountains of presents (though she didn't think anything could top the CAR she got last year) and Mom looking happy and Colin acting like a kid and the babies - well, this year Cree-bee and Conor were totally getting the whole "rip and see the cool gift" concept. This was going to be fun. And mayhem.
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| "(Locked to Friends)" |
[04 Jan 2007|09:56pm] |
Well, my first New Year's resolution was to try and keep people advised of where the ever loving hell I am since I seem to be a lot of places.
Career killing is a complete disaster. I'm signed up for three movies, all filming in the US. Thank God. While I completed loved spending the holidays in Ireland, I'm very glad not to be flying over the ocean in a plane loaded down with 7,000 Barbies and action figures. And shoes.
I have the urge to buy an RV and drive around with my family packed in like sardines. That's insanity. That's a midlife crisis. I'm entitled to have one you know, birthday coming up and all.
Right, just a note - first person to send a tombstone or an Over the Hill bouquet gets hit with a sledgehammer.
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| "Locked to Friends" |
[03 Dec 2006|08:31pm] |
I blew the virtual dust off this journal tonight (after a whirlwind weekend of shopping) to try and put the last few months in perspective.
When we got home from Hawaii, I committed myself to getting things together - getting myself together. I am surrounded by wonderful loving people, three gorgeous kids, money and a career that won't die off no matter how many times I back over it with a semi. So what if I have to take a little white pill every day? I take one to keep me from adding to that number of kids - why not take one to keep from going mental? It's all very logical when you look at it that way (sideways, apparently).
Therapy was pretty intensive for two months - alone, with Colin. I lost about twelve pounds from crying and changing in and out of my hairshirt on a regular basis. In the end? I was still Diane, wife and mother and actress and friend and lover. My life didn't change because Colin knew more. My inner anxiousness didn't go away; something tells me (my shrink, actually) that isn't ever going away. I have to live with it. I have to manage it. See: Little white pill.
So it boils down to...I'm an actress on anxiety medication. Clearly, not my most unique moment.
Colin thinks I should stop wearing underwear in public. I'll leave that to girls who will someday end up playing my daughter. My own daughter is going to her first formal - with a boy, hello - this Friday. I will make damn sure she's wearing underwear.
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| "Players only - backdate to mid-August, Diane and Colin in Hawaii" |
[25 Sep 2006|10:29pm] |
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[04 Sep 2006|07:43pm] |
Phillip puts the latest flower delivery on the dining room table - three dozen orchids, artfully arranged in an art deco vase, so fragrant that both the dogs start sneezing.
"Who's that from?" It's one or the other and her nanny/housekeeper/god of organization grins.
"Mr. Ed Harris. The little card has a nice saying about beauty and strength and um...something. Classy."
Diane rolls her eyes. "Yeah, classy. How many times can a person say no thank you without it sinking in?"
"I hope that's rhetorical because I'm pretty sure there are more flowers coming."
Flowers and gifts and hell, donations made in her name to favorite charities. She was being wooed obscenely hard, particularly with all the great pre-release press Hollywoodland was getting. Gratifying on one hand to be in demand again, annoying in the other that she just wasn't ready to say yes to a movie yet.
Therapy was moving along, Hawaii had been wonderful. School was starting, the twins were signed up for a Mommy & Me (& Me) class at her gym. She didn't have time to add this stress to her plate. She didn't want to add stress to her plate.
In the back of her mind there lurked the fear that she'd fall apart again.
"Just leave them on the balcony before Nora starts itching again."
Phillip chuckles as he follows her directions and Diane stomps off to send another nicely worded "NO NO NO" message to Mr. Ed Harris.
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| "Fic - Diane and Ellie, getting ready tonight in Hawaii" |
[12 Aug 2006|07:39pm] |
"Mom, can I borrow something for dinner tonight?"
Such a sitcom moment, Diane thinks, leaning closer to the mirror to finish her top lashes with a coating of mascara.
"Sure, what do you want to borrow?" They wear the same size shoes and most of Diane's jeans have wandered down the hall at one point or another...
"This dress," Ellie announces, ducking into the bathroom from the side door and thank God Diane isn't still poking at her eye with the wand or else she'd be blind.
The Tracy Reese floral isn't overly sexy or revealing but there is zero mistake at the fact that her baby girl fills out the dress perfectly. How did she not notice this...this...development?
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| "ficlet" |
[28 Jul 2006|09:38pm] |
She's getting better. It's taken weeks and weeks and therapy and drugs but she's getting better. More stable. More herself. The couples' therapy was moving slowly at Diane's request. Some nights she thought she'd just get the photos and throw them in Colin's lap, curl up at his feet and pray he didn't look on her with disgust. Other times she wanted to burn them to ashes and beg Colin to drop the therapy. She'd rather go on hiding...
But no one, apparently, agrees with the hiding.
Friends come around more. She's getting invites to lunch and brunch and tea and shopping. People drop by; apparently word has officially gotten out that she's not swinging from the ledge with a razor in one hand and a gin bottle in the other.
No one talks to her like she's a frightened animal anymore and that, that might be the best thing of all.
Now if only Viggo would stop calling and pressuring her to do this damn Western. What part of retirement didn't he understand? Okay, her agent didn't get it either. The front table was littered with scripts she wasn't opening. Phillip was starting to develop a twitch.
So she gathered them up, took them into her office and shut the door - along with the gift basket from Viggo and the flowers and the cookies...okay, the cookies she took with her into the kitchen...
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| "Fic" |
[07 Jul 2006|01:17pm] |
Out and about on a beautiful day in New York City; she's got a list, a big list and the walking helps her clear her head more often than not. The pills, those beautiful white little precious wonders, they keep the paranoia and the pain at bay and while it isn't a thrill to always be walking around in a haze, at least she's not in a corner screaming.
It's the little things that mean a lot.
Today's list of little things are not so little but they are for little people. Two year old twins who are spoiled rotten require many things for their birthday, many things borne of guilt and love and a Platinum card. While they would be inordinantly happy running around in nothing but diapers and playing with boxes or the dogs or the cat or the dogs and the cat IN boxes, Diane wants to shower them with a huge wonderful party, making up for the time she's missed both physically and mentally.
When the phone rings, she juggles around and answers, wondering if it's Colin or Ellie...
"Hello, Diane? It's Viggo."
She stops, startled.
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[17 Jun 2006|06:53pm] |
"I'm going out," Diane announces from the doorway, her bag tucked under her arm like she's going to battle giant spiders on her way to run errands.
Heads pop out - children, spouse, nanny. Pets.
She rolls her eyes just enough to feel normal. "I'm going OUT. I'll be back in an HOUR." She clutches the strap tighter. "Make that TWO hours."
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| "Players only - backdate to last week, after Colin's birthday" |
[07 Jun 2006|10:41pm] |
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( Been awhile, yeah? )
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| "Locked to friends" |
[19 May 2006|11:08pm] |
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I'm home.
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