Inspired April 29, 2008

Kinda strange to admit but I was actually inspired by a tv commercial I just saw.  It was a simple Olive Garden ad but the difference was the talent.   It was an average young man and his grandfather eating out.  Now I don’t mean “average” as a bad thing, just not uber hot vixen with male model dude.

I have a real issue with the media pumping out images to the young (and old for that matter) generations that you must be a certain way to be beautiful or accepted.

I have worked many years in many different realms of the entertainment industry and have seen what all goes into the works of creating a magazine cover or tv commercial.  It is stunning and astonishing the amounts of crap and gunk they pile on these men and women to make them fit a certain standard.

Most of the time if not all of the time the images are doctored and completely messed with.  NOTHING is as it seems! 

It is just not fair to do this to our children.  I don’t know how to change it but I am willing.  Let’s find ways to support the “real” ads and media and boycott the “fake, polished” crap. 

Models and actors are starving and killing themselves in order to fit the mold.  Their lives fall apart around them because of the media obsession.  Don’t give into it.  Don’t fall for it.  Be beautiful and wonderful for who God made you out to be.  Break the mold, go against the grain.  Be real.  It is so attractive to meet someone who knows who they are and love it.

Quote of The Day April 29, 2008

Will to Mommy randomly: “I love you, Mommy”

Will to Mommy “Mommy, I have to go pee.  I go on the wall.”  Huh?  Oh it was a big mistake letting this kids EVER use the priveleges of being a boy!

Crazy Beautiful April 29, 2008

That is how I can explain today.  It was disastrous but I’ll take it.  In the end I have my children and I would rather have a bad day with them than a good day by myself.  An amazing word that I have come to love and appreciate is “perspective.” 

Sometime I contemplate putting the word accross my forearm as a constant reminder.  It is such a relevant word, ya know?!

I have come so far in my own mind.  I still suffer from retarded social mess syndrome (it’s a serious condition) but I am learning to just laugh at it and not take myself so seriously.  You know…remove the stick.  Permanently.  I don’t know if I will ever be considered a happy go lucky, free spirited type but I will aim for happy and content.  That is a feat in and of itself!

PEACE OUT, YO!  hehe

 

 

 

Daddy Patrol April 26, 2008

It’s good to be a baby girl.  You see, I am the youngest of 4 and the only girl.  Sometimes it had its downfalls but still to this day it sure has its perks.

Tonight is our first night in the new home.  We don’t have much in it and I am sleeping on the floor of the living room but I don’t care.  I love it.

So, I was laying on the floor peacefully when I heard a huge crash coming from the backyard (which was right on the other side of the wall where I was at)  I was on the phone when it happened with my husband (who was furious that he couldn’t be there for me) when I immediately hung up and called the Daddy Patrol.

Now I knew from experience what this meant.  Making this call was like calling on the troops…pulling the fire alarm…calling 911….there was no turning back.  Dad was in the car so fast without hesitation.  I was able to peek out my window to see a neighbor who came over and scouted the perimeter.  That was nice and all, but not nearly as soothing as after the Daddy Patrol does his search.

No one is more thorough and detailed.  (Well, my own hubby is…that’s why I picked him…takes a lot to fill the Daddy shoes!)  So dad did his scout and determined we were safe.  Still no idea what the sound was but that doesn’t matter anymore…Daddy said we were safe.

So…thanks Dad.  All you dads out there…you never go out of style!  You never get replaced.  We always need you.  Little girls always need their daddy’s.

Great Friends April 25, 2008

I have been overwhelmed lately and it seems that every time I am about to crack and lose it one of my friends steps in unknowingly and rescues me from my distress.

I am very grateful for friends like this.  Thank you to all of you who have helped me. 

Rocky Raccoon April 24, 2008

~~Doo-Doo-Do-Do-Doo-Doo    Doo-Doo-Do-Do-Doo-Doo ~~ 

Well, it seems I have made friends.  Apparently I have been feeding my furry little friend nightly.  Let me go back… I despise taking out the trash.  I would rather stuff the garbage pail so full it overflows into like 3 extra bags lined up on the floor.  Yeah, it’s that bad.  I actually told my husband in pre-marital counseling that on the top of my “expectations list” is to never expect me to do trash.  Pathetic, I know.

Anyway, since he has been gone I have had to take care of this task.  It takes me a year to remember which day is trash day and when I finally do it’s time to move!  So…needless to say I ALWAYS miss trash day.  (my poor brother tried to call me in time this morning to warn me it was my trash day…too late!  Already missed it!)

So…everyday I have the best of intentions and bag the overflowing trashcan and set it on the porch.  And every night my furry little friend feasts.  Oh and he is no polite houseguest.  The thing rips the bags to shreds and leaves the nastiness ALL OVER!  Each day after shoveling crap off my porch I swear I will not let this happen…again!

So tonight I was chillin on the couch when I actually heard his tiny little sounds.  I walked to the window and caught him!!! He stared me down and scattered under the truck.  Gotcha!

VICTORY IS MINE LITTLE BOOGER!!!

 

A Vision In Silk and Heels April 23, 2008

Yeah, you heard me.  All gussied up I decide to hit the old to-do list and kick butt.  I was on a mission.  This house is GOING to get packed.  So I am driving around town after running around like crazy getting random stuff done when I came to the dreaded task.  Collecting boxes.  Grrrrr.

I was remembering the last 5 times I packed up my house and moved (once across country!) by myself (Franc HAPPENED to be out of town on a movie EVERY SINGLE time!) and I was remembering how I accomplished this awful task.  It sucked.  I was at Wal Mart at like 2 am and every other grocer or random shop scavenging for leftovers all huge and pregnant!

So, I actually sat behind my wheel driving down the road audibly praying…”Lord, this is so silly but could you please help me find boxes quickly and efficiently?  I desperatley need to get this done and can’t afford to waste time!”  And then audibly admitted how strange that was.

So…I drove into the first place that “felt right.”  CVS.  I scout the perimeter for a nice, neat pile of boxes waiting angelically for the taking but no luck.  I go in and ask the dreaded question… “Do you have any spare boxes?”  She says…”Yeah…(oh, excitement is building) it’s truck day (Oh, my gosh, how lucky am I?) …but they are all in the dumpster!.”  (Oh Crap.)

So. Now. Still all gussied up I strut to the dump.  mmmhmmm. Here I am standing looking up at this 10 foot tall dumpster as I made this decision.  I’m climbing. You heard me.  Patten leather heels, silk shirt and all.  I had to get so deep in there I was actually head in the dumpster, belly teetering on the edge and heels (great, super hot heels) high up in the air!  Can you believe it!

So I am done on my journey…very proud…as I turn to take my treasures back to my truck as I see a random dude parked in his truck watching my shenanigans!  I was in the lot behind the store!  Why exactly was he there?  Ummm…creepy!  My husband said it was probably a redneck fantasy come true!  HAHAHAHAA!  Yeah, he drove off after I was done! 

Anyway, my chin is back up and I am proud to say I did it!  You heard me!

(Now any of you crazies want to come help me pack them all up?!!!)

Quote of The Night!!! April 22, 2008

Random Political Blogger Guy to Carla’s “Tons of Ideas” Post: “Also, your blog is mean.”

Tehehehehe.  I’ve never been called mean before!   Kinda fun!

Well That’s A New One!!! April 22, 2008

I just had the greatest moment.  Here I have boasting about how joyous and inspired I have become and how I  have dug out of the depths of darkness and negativity…right?

So I asked for comments…which I STILL really enjoy after the last one…!  I have to admit I let out in an audible, happy and ironic laugh.  I received this interesting and neat comment from an unknown reader who made the point to say at the end…”Also, your blog is mean.”

Seriously?!!!   Ahhhh!  And all this time I thought I was making progress!  Go figure!  Maybe it is true that sarcasm just doesnt work in writing.  I have a pretty terrible way of communicating humor.  I missed out on that gene…well…not necessarily because it never really existed in our pool!  (See, Carla made a funny!) 

So here’s to you unknown blogger commenter guy!  Keep it up and tell is straight up!  Likin’ it.

 

Tons of Ideas April 22, 2008

Sometimes my mind gets flooded with ideas of different sorts and, visions, day dreams, plots, thoughts, insight, silly stuff, and what not.

Sometimes I wonder why and other times I just enjoy the ride.  I often get inspired and want to put some of them into motion but for one reason or another I just move on.  Although a good one will stay and linger…popping up to remind me every now and again.

I just had one do that as a matter of fact.  It’s what made me write this.  I don’t want to forget them. I am hoping that eventually I might get the opportunity or just make the opportunity happen for myself.

2 big ones for me are 1. an inspiring and yet raw documentary I want to write and produce and have my husband direct and edit on a very close to heart subject I have in mind. And 2. Find a way and time to get back into the spotlight with theater and performing.  Doesnt have to be for money, I just love the lights and freedom that come along with it all.  It is electrifying and just makes me wanna pop! (I’m not sure what “popping” is but it just seemed like the right word!)

Anyway, just wanted to get it written…maybe it will help motivate me. ??? 

Always feel free to comment.  I enjoy hearing what you think.  Even if it is criticism.  Just don’t be mean. Mean people DO suck.