Folks, I realized today that I might be getting old. How, you ask? You mean besides the fact I will soon be celebrating the second anniversary of my 20th birthday in January? Well, I’ll tell you. I made a Christmas list…and these are the items on it: A NEW CAN OPENER (my electric one broke a year ago, & I’ve been using the one from our camping supplies bag ever since); A CAR CHARGER FOR MY iPhone (the one I currently have shorts out on occasion, & I’m afraid it’s going to result in electrocution); A GIFTCARD TO TARGET (I really need underwear, and before you ask why I didn’t say Victoria’s Secret, refer to the title of the post here); NEW PAJAMA PANTS (all of mine are ripped in places that expose things that shouldn’t be exposed) and lastly, A PAIR OF EAR PLUGS (because my tolerance for the sound of constant BS from others has been depleted). If anyone feels compelled to fulfill any of the gift requests, I swear to send a heartfelt, note of appreciation in return, straight to your door via the US mail. Promise 🙂 May your holiday be merry and beautiful!!!!
out of the old….
….and into the new!
Yes folks, we are FINALLY relocating. Just “up the road a piece”, mind you, but to a great area and into an amazing house, where my girls will be able to attend public school without having to pass through a metal detector as they enter. (Can you tell I am not a fan of LAUSD for the most part?) Moving into a house that is much smaller, thank goodness, because let me be honest…as much as I TRY to be Wonder Woman, attempting to maintain 4514 square feet of house for the last 4 years has nearly put me in the dirt. But I digress, of course.
The point of this post is not to gloat about the rewards of downsizing, but to ask a simple question: When is it time to throw out your pom poms? I mean literally, not symbolically. Anyone who knows me will agree that I have cheerleader optimism running through my veins. Can’t get rid of that! Speaking in the tangible sense though, in the process of cleaning out in preparation for the imminent move, I ran across my pom poms stored in the garage. The trusty, black and gold, shredded plastic, symbols of spirit long ago ceased to be the extensions of my arms they once were, and yet, I’ve hung on to them for 20+ years. As embarrassing as it is to admit, the number of storage spaces they have lived in through the years far outnumbers the years they have been retired. I’ve lugged them, and their partners….the megaphones….from Athens to T-Town to California, but for the life of me I don’t know why! Maybe it’s an underlying, subconscious need to remain attached in the most minuscule way to the icon of high school royalty I embodied as a teen. Or maybe it’s because my parents have passed, and they hold memories of when they were alive. On the other hand, I might just be a pack rat….lol. At any rate, they are hanging out once again waiting to hitch a ride in the moving truck in hopes of a cushy spot in the new garage!! I welcome the comments of those who believe they have am explanation (or even share the attachment themselves) :-)))
it’s official, & i’ve ordered the photos to prove it.
Justin Beiber says “Never say never.” I like that.
So….with that in mind, I just ordered hardcopy headshots in preparation for a casting workshop I signed up for this weekend (it’s my 2nd one in 2 weeks). Although I had pretty much put my *tangible* aspirations as an actress to rest in favor of motherhood, domesticity and volunteering at the school for the last few years, that damn fiery passion for the craft just refuses to be extinguished. Oh sure, I have continued to submit myself for roles via various websites that post casting notices, which managed to land me a few auditions, but nothing that pays. The big issue is I haven’t had representation in awhile. But, with renewed motivation (thanks Kim and Heidi), all that is about to change. I have enlisted some very dear friends to aide in that process, and will keep everyone abreast of the progress. Wish me luck….and if you can help, you know where to find me 🙂
Lookout LA….I’m ready for my close-up, and it’s NOW OR NEVER, because I’m not getting any younger….visibly, that is!!!!
I have been bitten by a bug.
…..the art bug. Never dreamed that creating art to line the walls of the world (okay, probably just my house) could be so incredibly magical and therapeutic. I mean, when I traveled through my crafty phase about 8 years ago, I made cigar box purses. Completed a couple dozen of them, and gave them as gifts. Only sold one….lol. That was great fun, but nothing like the rush and sense of accomplishment I get when I finish a work of art to display. More canvases in hand….photo to follow 🙂
Resolution update: I fell off the “stay ahead of the laundry” wagon, and I have a couple of phone messages that need some attention. My DWM certification is going to have to wait, as I have childcare issues for the one coming up. On track with seeing dear girlfriends (same one 2x within a week!!!) although it has been by coincidence, not planning. My water drinking has taken off like a rocket, to help with my regular gym visits, but I haven’t had my first facial yet 🙁 Oh, and I appreciate the fact that all of you who are reading this do so, because that gives me a real reason to stick to the “blog updating” resolution…. LOL.
