A LOT on my mind

This past week and weekend have been packed full of things to do and not enough time to do them. After a full day of planning for our documentary, I decided to get into bed and read (Wicked). After I struggled to find a stopping point I realized that this time of night was the only time I actually had to do what I want. I get tricked into thinking I have a busy week, but it dawned on me that every week is a busy week. I never have time to go see a movie anymore. It takes me 2 months to read a book. I was due for an oil change 1,000 miles ago. I miss doctors’ appointments. I wash my clothes but forget to put them in the dryer. I can’t find my company ID.

The following is quite personal and deals with my personal beliefs so if this makes you uncomfortable I suggest you skip to the next paragraph. I usually have to work on Sundays, which keeps me from going to church. Now that the racing season is over my Sundays are free, but I find all I want to do is sit alone for a minute and just do absolutely nothing. On the other hand I know that I am slowing becoming more selfish and passive because I haven't been able to go to church in so long. The problem is finding a church in this city that isn't a singles club or a daycare. I've become passive about finding a home church and quite frankly stopped trying. That alone is enough to terrify me. I know how much peace, joy and mental grounding I have when I stay in the Word and go to church. I also realize that if I would get over myself and just find a church then I will start making friends here. I know all this, yet I have nothing in me to drive me to go. It's such a bizarre feeling. I need to refocus my top priority.

Love, it’s a word I’m so sick of hearing about. It seems as though moving to Charlotte has sparked some strange urge in everyone I know to fix my singleness. The problem is everyone's inconsistency. One day people (mostly my closest friends and my family) will tell me I'm much too young right now, focus on my career, have fun, travel. A few days later I will be asked by the same people if I'm interested in anyone right now and/or have they told me about their friend (fill in a guys name). I'm quite content being single right now and honestly don't know of any guy with the patience to deal with my busy schedule, but I'm not against meeting new people. Here's the problem, before I can even realize what I'm doing I turn down blind dates or group dates. I throw out some lame reason then go home and sit in confusion because I'm just as inconsistent as those who want me to find a significant other, get married, but also stay single and be successful. I am the pretty much the only friend left in my group that is not married or engaged yet or in a serious relationship. I feel as though this might be something that I've caused, I need to figure that out.

Lastly, and I am probably going to get some angry responses because of this, I'm thinking of ending my blog. Now before you start cursing my name, I have good reason (at least I think I do). I've never been a people pleaser, but the moment I moved to Charlotte I find myself trying to keep people happy and content. I don't necessarily want people to be happy with me, just happy in general. I don't know what it is about this place (Charlotte) but it's turning me into someone that I can't quite recognize. Here's how this applies to blogging. I basically started a blog because some people said I should. I'll skip a few days blogging because I become insanely busy, but get grief from fellow bloggers for not blogging. I'll feel bad and write up some lame post. No one will read it because I don’t' have time to comment on 20 blogs. Then, I'll feel bad for not commenting on other's blogs, because lets be honest, if someone doesn’t comment on your blog then you won't come and read theirs. The blog world is give and take; you got to earn your regular readers. This alone is just too much. I don’t' have the time to contribute to blogging and commenting and I don't have much to say, ever. Right now blogging is just another thing on my To Do list, and to be honest, there are much more things in my life that need my full attention right now (my best friend with a 2 year old, a job promotion, producing and directing a documentary in New York City, finding a church and getting my spiritual life back in order, getting back in shape, etc) I don't think I'm going to delete my blog, but I know that I will be taking a very, very long break from it. I'll still check in when I can. This is important, for those of you I've met here, I still hope that we can keep in touch through e-mail and phone.

Jailhouse Rock

1,500 plus CPDRC inmates of the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center, Cebu, Philippines at practice! This is not the final routine, and definitely not a punishment! As I continued to look at more videos, this is something that this prison has been doing for a while. It is AMAZING!
Thriller

The Hustle

Walk it Out

If you would like to see the final routine for Thriller, just go to YouTube and type "At the Cebu Capitol" in the search bar. It should be the first video. Enjoy! I know I did!

Martian Child

A sci-fi author (John Cusack) who is still mourning the death of his wife tries to get his mind off of his grief by adopting a young boy (Bobby Coleman). But the kid's own emotional problems are compounded by the fact that he seems to be utterly convinced that he's from the planet Mars. David’s sister, Liz (Joan Cusack), his boss, the adoption agency and his agent (Oliver Platt) all try to talk David out of adopting a child because he’s lonely. As parenting takes over his life, his writing career comes to a slow stop and the lines between fantasy and reality become slightly blurred.
Martian Child is a deeply sincere and moving film. Coleman proved himself as more than a child actor. His performance was flawless leaving you questioning if he really was a martian child or just a child attempting to heal from a painful past. John Cusack also gave a great performance. (Much better than 1408.) Oliver Platt annoyed me some, but he always does.
This film was different from any film I’ve seen in awhile, which was greatly refreshing and probably one of the reasons I loved it so much. The idea, two different people learning to love each other and defeating the odds, is familiar. The delivery of the story and the characters is what makes the film seem not so familiar.
The film also has an underlying theme of the power of the imagination. Cusack’s character struggles with his imagination being conformed to what the mass wants and feel comfortable with after years of writing. When he meets Dennis, and his exocentric and relentless imagination, he learns that he’s diluted his imagination to please those who are threatened by it. In the end the two, David and Dennis, begin to balance their imaginations by still challenging normal thinking, but without being too out of this world in the extent of the imagination.
I’m a little late in writing this review, but for those of you who still haven’t seen it, if you are looking to see a heart warming and feel good movie, I strongly suggest Martian Child. It will leave you with a smile on your face.

Awkward Turtle

I house sitted this week for a family in Charlotte. I was in charge of not only the house but of two kids, 12 and 15, and two cats. The younger, Page, was very sweet and the older,Parker, was the happiest and most talkative emo kid I've ever met. But, the whole week was awkward. The guest room was super creepy (furnished with miniture victorian furniture and pictures and dolls). I was scared I would see things so I slept on the couch in the game room with the two cats. I usually hate cats, but one was like a dog, it just laid by the door and slept. The other one was a typical cat. It stalked you and pounced and hissed and meowed, etc. To do something different I decided to take the kids out for dinner. Wednesday night we went and ate fajitas. But, when our sizzling meal came out we had no tortillas. The three of us just sat there staring at eachother. The following conversation happened:
Page: No tortillas
Me: nope. Maybe they went to get them.
Parker: Soooo you like the salsa?
Me: yeah, it's good
A very long silence followed then I see Parker slowly lift his hands and peer at me through his jet black hair. All the sudden I see something very familiar. Some that Shea is known to do in awkward moments...That's right, Parker busted out the awkward turtle. The turtle worked his magic and I busted out laughing. The rest of the meal went by smoothly and silence free. Thank you awkward turtle.

Packing up and removing in?

This weekend I opted out of hiking due to lack of company and began to pack up my belongings for another move. I would like to say that I'm moving into a quaint home in Charlotte with oak tree lined streets where I can finally be close enough to visit with my friends. Unfortunately I'm moving about 30 feet away from my current living situation. Because I've decided not to rent, save up, and use my savings to purchase a home, I'm stuck living with my parents for the next year and maybe a little more. My parents picked up on my anxiousness to get out on my own again and decided to grant me the "ownership" of the bottom half of their house. So this weekend I cleaned and packed and picked out paint. I'll have my own enterance, living room and patio. I'll just have to share the kitchen if I want to cook anything. I feel this is a good deal for what I can get. Moving back in with my parents was tougher than I thought, but hopefully this "move" will make the next year go by much quicker.

Other exciting updates:
NCSU Wolfpack beat the UNC Tarheels - greatest game of my life, besides last season basketball when we beat the Tarholes and we rushed the court. I LOVE my Wolfpack and this game gets me excited for basketball season and March madness.
Corrine and Bradd are having a girl!
My old roommate and I are trying hook up two of our friends-helpful suggestions welcome

Quite Uninteresting

I have absolutely nothing to blog about. There is no new news, no exciting events to anticipate, no exciting boy gossip, no freakish or funny accidents, no drama, no nothing. The magic of a new place has worn off and life has left everyone I know too busy for quality random fun.
I guess the most interesting thing going on right now is that I'm in therapy for my neck injury from my car accident last week (thrilling isn't it?). I am a huge fan of the Samsung Juke phone commercial. Oh and I got a hang nail yesterday and my work computer crashed on me again today, and my company's Christmas party invites came out today.
Before I throw too much of a pity party, I have to admit that one interesting thing is going on. Tomorrow night my sister-in-law through marriage (my sister-in-law's brother's wife...got that?) is having a sex party. Now before your perverted minds start working. Corinne and Bradd are pregnant (funny how the guy is "pregnant" too..) They find out the sex of their baby on Thursday. So Wednesday we are having a sex party to celebrate the mystery news.
I need something exciting to happen, something to do with someone. I want to go to the mountains Saturday to hike, but I don't have anyone who will go with me. I'm beginning to bore myself with myself.

This is me on the left...This is my life's response on the right.

Luck's Joined the Dark Side

Since I've moved to Charlotte, Good Luck and I have been pretty good friends. Until last Tuesday at 4:06pm when Luck decided to join the dark side and start making my life hell. For the past two weeks I've been in a brawl with luck, who now goes by bad luck, and I'm getting my butt kicked.
Last Tuesday on my way home from work I was driving behind a plumbing truck when out of the blue a joint pipe about 18 inches long and 4 inches wide flies out of the truck and bee lines it for my front fender. Because traffic was so heavy, trying to avoid the possessed pipe would only cause a bigger accident. So I clenched my steering wheel and took the beating. After looking in my rear view mirror and seeing that the pipe was bouncing through the traffic behind me I picked up the pen in my cup holder, picked up my speed and began writing down the information on the truck. I picked up my phone and dialed out the numbers scribbled on my hand. The woman on the other line said she would call me back in an hour when the supervisor got into the office. I waited 2 hours, called them back and was told to wait 45 more minutes. I waited an hour then called back...no answer. I was not going to get screwed over. The next morning I left a message for them to call me by 10am or I was going to file the accident at the police department. To make a long story short I got the issue settled and they are going to pay for the damages (although surprisingly small, just a deep scratch in the shape of a perfect circle).
Next on the list, the blow below the belt at my dog Sadie. Thursday I let Chloie and Sadie out to play. About an hour later I open the door to let them back in. Sadie limps through the door (which is normal b/c she has arthritis), behind her is a very bloody trail. I freak out and run over to start checking paws. A small pool of blood was starting to form under Sadie's left front paw. I lift it up and a one inch gash had left her pad split almost in two. I call my mom and together we begin to doctor her up. She's getting better now but is sad that her play time has been limited.
On to Friday night, a good friend and I are on our way home from a local band's concert. Again, a stupid truck was driving in front of me and stuff starts flying out. Luckily no one else was on the road so I could dodge most of the debris, except for the white paint. I get home and check out the damage. White speckles of paint covered my hood and windshield (did I mention I have a black car?). Anyway, with some elbow grease I was able to take off most of it, but the rest is going to have to be taken care of by professionals.
Monday is the day that bad luck drew blood. On my morning commute to work, sitting in stopped traffic, a Honda driven by a woman on a cell phone and a hyper dog in the back seat plows into my car at 45 miles an hour. In disbelief I pull over to the safety lane and dial 911. Numbed from previous beatings by bad luck I was almost unmoved when the officer asked me if I was okay. I step out of the car and take a look at my broken bumper, then glance over at the woman’s front fender that was completely destroyed and thought, wow I guess that was a harder hit than I thought, then got back in my car and cranked up the radio and waited. After the officer handed me my Accident Report I headed off to work. I sat down at my desk where the adrenaline quickly wore off and the pain hit. Yep, whip lash. My neck and shoulder throbbed in stabbing pain and moving my head to look right was almost impossible.I decided to leave work an hour early to doctor myself up, a very very bad idea.
Apparently bad luck was on overtime because he was waiting for me in the parking lot. I start to leave my parking space, backing out slowly b/c I couldn't move my neck and then I heard the all to familiar noise. Another employee was in a hurry to get out of the parking lot so he picked up his speed to get by me. Apparently it wasn't fast enough b/c I backed right into him. Now furious, not at him but the whole day, I pound my fist on my gearshift (which really hurt) then get out of the car. I start to mumble choice words. The guy gets mad b/c he thinks they are directed at him. I quickly step back into reality and explain the past few days to him. The story ironically put him in a good mood and he said he would be okay handling the situation without the police or insurance company. Happy with that I profusely apologized, got in my car and let the floodgates open. Bad luck had won. This day had sucked and the following day I was going to avoid driving. So, I called my boss and told him that I was not coming into work b/c I was boycotting driving for a day. He laughed and granted me permission to sulk.
So here I am at home working, sulking, and avoiding my car at all costs. The good news is that my neck movement is slowly coming back, my car is getting fixed, Sadie's foot is healing up and my day off has given me time to finally blog.

Autumn Winds

The Rain finally made his way to NC, gently gracing us with cool drops of water over our thirsty flowers and withering grass. When the street lamps came on he began to shimmer then ask me to dance. With a smile I slipped off my shoes and played a while. As if his presence wasn't enough, he also brought with him Crisp Fresh Air and her sister Cool Gentle Breeze. Together they blew away the dust and heat so that I could see and feel the beauty of Fall. The three promised to stay through the night to and coax me to sleep if I, in return, left my windows open for them to play in my drapes. I know their visit won't be long, but they've promised to stay one more day. I pray that it's true.



Fall Dance
by: Edward Nudelman

Another fall day that seems to balance
On its own precarious step

Not understanding whether it is to be swung
Into winter’s arms in a dosie-doe

Or rudely shoved like the last passenger
On the five o’clock commuter to Trenton

I’ve got to say by the looks of things
She’s got her own two-step today

Sitting around twiddling her gorgeous thumbs
Through the red-tipped maples

While her toes tap on the cool green grass
And her breath leaves a mark on my window.

Waking up

I am not a morning person, yet my middle name is Dawn (my mothers favorite time of day). I'm not a morning person, yet I wake up hours before the sun rises. Sleeping in doesn't happen often, but when it does I'm surprisingly just as unaware of the things around me as I am when I'm forced out by my alarm.
It takes me about 5 minutes to lose my blurred vision, 15 minutes to put together proper words and sentences, and 30 minutes to gain my equilibrium. This morning, after I was able to function properly, I had to laugh at myself. Why? The process of me waking up is very similar to that of someone who has had one too many margaritas.
I'll use this week's morning routines as examples. The very first thing I do in the morning is jump in the shower to boost the waking up process. Due to blurred vision I washed my hair first with conditioner then with shampoo, the rest of the day my hair looked as if I stuck my finger in light socket. Thursday morning, after my shower, I apparently had a conversation with my mom about the Occupato premier the previous night. I was getting so frustrated b/c she kept asking how it was and then assumed the premier went poorly, all due to my slurred speech, incomplete sentences and talking in grunts. This morning I got up and put on some sweat pants. Standing on one foot is way too difficult. I fall over into the sink and knock over lotions and bottles. I stumbled into the kitchen and walk into the corner of the wall, followed by spilled yogurt and granola. Luckily, those who know me well enough know to give me 30 minutes to myself in the morning to "sober-up." Roommates and family have told me before that I'm funny in the morning. This morning I somehow became aware of the humor in my waking.

Yeah, that was a name drop

I had the privilege to work another race this weekend here in my hometown of Charlotte, NC, the Bank of America 500. My day started at the track at 7:30 am and ended the next day at 2:30 am. Despite the insanity of my work hours, I still managed to have a blast, as always.
Saturday morning I helped with the filming of a commercial for the NASCAR Foundation Track Walk. After gathering fans participating in the walk to pose as if they were really excited, I started to gather the celebrities there for quick interviews. I turn around to see a Busch Series driver, Scott Wimmer, not so exciting. Then I look over and see two large men talking. Once my brain woke up I realized it was former NFL players Rod Smith (Carolina Panthers) and George Martin (NY Giants). Being a big football fan I was happy to have the duty to shake their hand and prep them for their interviews.
Next on the list, Brian Vickers. Brian is a NEXTEL Cup Series driver for Red Bull. It's an on going joke in my family and at work that I need to go out with Brian solely for the reason that we both love kayaking and rock climbing...oh and did I mention he's quite cute, which I've made known to those who work with me. Anyway, as if in slow motion, Brian pulls up in his Red Bull golf cart looking fine as ever and walks up to meet his PR. The senior producer gives a frantic point in his direction as to say "Get him for an interview NOW!" I take a few deep breaths to prepare myself for my first words with Brian, which were "Hi, can I have you"...yep those were my words, nothing else. A very awkward what felt like a 10 minute, but was probably 2 seconds, pause lingered between us then I blurted out, "...for an interview of course, sorry, I mean, do you have a minute?" Luckily he laughs and says "yeah, definitely." I hold down the throw up and slight embarrassment and walk him over to my camera guy. After the interview I was hoping to find something to make me busy, or appear busy, to somehow relinquish my cool points. Then, it happens. I see someone who would make my week.
Ladies and gentlemen, I laid my eyes on a man with one arm and an air of rock and roll to him. In my moment of recovery from the past interview I wasn't thinking clearly. I began to strike up conversation with this man who told me all about his charity Raven Drum Foundation. We joked around and I even grabbed his good arm to support me as I laughed at a joke. Then it dawned on me...holy sweet mother, I'm talking to the legendary Rick Allen from Def Leppard!!! I was so excited. So as he talked with Brian and George I clicked this picture.

The track walk went well and I shared a few stares with Brian and another handshake and conversation with my man Rick, who I later saw in the pits where he winked at me...oh Rick. Anyhoo, it was a great weekend and I love meeting cool people, cool famous legendary one armed drummer people. Here is a Def Leppard music video. You can catch a few glimpses of Rick playing drums.

A Love Song For No One

I heard this song today and it made me smile. How true is it that we have all writen a love song for no one? Maybe not literally pen and paper, but we've all had those moments when we daydream about who it is we are meant to be with. As a girl, I know this to be true. Through out my life I've writen several letters to a man I don't know...or do I? Most my life I've been content with being single, but I must confess I have my moments (usually when I'm at home alone on a weekend) when I just say "Okay, I'm done with this whole single thing. Lets just fast forward and figure out this mystery."

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
Oh You'll be so good
-John Mayer : A Love Song For No One

The Claim After the Storm

It seems the last 4 weeks of my life have been saturated in all thing TV and movie production. I've been sleeping, eating, talking, reading, writing, and sneezing production. Traveling on the road with NASCAR has been a blast. The people are amazing and come from all walks of life. They spend 36 weeks out of the year together, which has resulted in a nomadic-like family. I was immediately accepted and treated as if I had been with them all season.
Sunday I loaded up my things and headed out to the race track for a 6am crew call. I stopped by the TV compound to grab some fruit, load my backpack with enough snacks to last me till 9pm, and claim my beautiful gas powered golf cart. Most of the morning was spent putting the cameras together and prelabeling all the tapes. The camera that I was assigned to was worth $90,000, which made me thankful that I only had to clean the lens.
The festivities didn't start till 11am. I load my backpack with two 8 lb batteries and 10 HD digi tapes and truck on over with my camera crew to the drivers meeting. The rest of the day was spent in the pits (not the emotional pits but the actual physical pit stalls at the track). Sporting my all access pass, I hop the pit wall and start rubbing elbows with drivers and crew chiefs. It didn't take the drivers and crew members long to realize I was the newbie on the road. First I received the look-over, then the smile, and then I was picked on. The picking led to good conversation which led to making fun of Jeff Gordon when we caught him digging his fire suit out of his butt. After the National Anthem and other prerace festivities were over I hopped back over the pit wall and took my place in our first pit stall. I was able to capture some pretty cool photos. This is Jimmie Johnson's first pit stop of the race. I was close enough that if I stuck my hand out it would be lopped off by the car leaving the pit stall. I was also able to hear several lug nuts fly past my head as they flew out from under the tires. It was scary yet thrilling.
The race went through 2 rain delays, which left me very wet and very cold. We took shelter with some other crew members and drivers in an empty garage where I took the liberty to capture the monsoon. If you click on the picture it will be larger so that you can see it was literally raining sideways.
The race finally ended. Greg Biffle took the win under caution (my man Clint Bowyer came in a close 2nd). I snapped a quick picture of the chaos when he won. I surprised I wasn't killed or trampled. But I survived thanks to my 90 lb backpack. I'm sure it served as some sort of protection against the mob of media.

After capturing the burnout we ran to Victory Lane where I was doused in Gatorade and confetti. The night was finally over at 10pm. I loaded the golf cart with 4 cameras, 3 tripods and 2 booms and made my way to the car.
The next morning I slept the whole plane ride. It was a fun weekend and I look forward to the chaos again this weekend. Luckily the race is here in Charlotte so I can sleep in my own bed.

Confound to the TV Compound

A few of you have asked me why I haven't posted anything in a while. There is a very good reason and I plan to explain the details as briefly as possible. The past two weeks have been spent with 6-7 day work weeks with each day that last between 12-15 hours. I've been working on footage that is shown at the annual NASCAR Banquet every year in NYC. The deadlines are tight and my eye lids droopy. So for two weeks I've averaged 4 hours of sleep a night. I pulled my first all nighter at work, something to be proud of. Its sort of a coming of age for the TV industry, except that it consist of frozen pizza at 3am with your fellow sleep deprived producers and editors. Tuesday I was told that I would be flying out to Kansas for 6 days to work as a font cordinator (typing up the graphics for the show and placing them in during the live feed) for the Speed broadcast. Sunday I will be a runner for the Nextel Cup race, which means I drive around the pits, garage and other places of the infield providing the camera men with fresh batteries and tapes. So I've been here since Wednesday and I'm not leaving till Monday and still working those 13 hour days. It's fun. The TV  Compound is insane, but they serve amazing food and provide you with every variety of drink, candy and protein/granola bar on the market. I'm put up in an amazing hotel, living off the company credit card and driving a brand new car for the week...can't complain. The cool thing is I will be able to watch my first live race from the most exciting place at the track...the pits. 20 feet away from pit stops with flying lug nuts is a thrill, plus I get a golf cart! When I return home from Kansas I'll give everyone a more sufficient post.

Sea Kayaking

This is a little late, but I'm lazy and kept forgetting to put my pictures on my computer. Around the end of July my mom asked me if I would be up for a family vacation over Labor Day. Being that I'm poor and this would be an all exclusive trip on my parents I agreed that it would be a good idea. Little did I expect for her to tell me to plan it...anything I wanted! Well, what I wanted to was to go sea kayaking. I went for 9 days in March to the Florida Keys and slept in the National Parks and Forest, it was amazing. So after digging up those memories I decided that our family trip should be a sea kayaking adventure. Being that my sister-in-law hates bugs and my mom gets hot flashes, I decided that a condo would be the best place for sleeping. I managed to forget that my dad was still recovering from two broken arms.
Friday we all get off work early and drive down to the North Carolina Outer Banks (they are beautiful if you've never been). Our first full day I wake everyone up early and bring them to the Barrier Island Kayaking launch site. Some local kayakers give my family a crash course on paddling and water safty while I play with the shop puppy, Bella, and prep my boat for launching. Needless to say my family couldn't keep up and ending up backing out early. I stayed out with my mom who paddled another 2 miles without complaining. The rest of the trip we played on the beach, made sand castles and listened to my dad talk about how much he wanted Dairy Queen. Here are some pictures of my lovely family and our adventure. Enjoy.

This is Bella checking out my ride.
My brother was trying to race me.


My dad, sister-in-law, brother and me (mom took the pic)
Nothing like a quiet beach, a good tan and a good read.

PCs are for Fart-Hoffers

I ran across this online. Being apart of the Mac Cult, I found this pretty entertaining. It gets lame every now and then, but it's funny for the most part.

Drought relief

The past few days I have been insanely busy. I’ve been house sitting, dog sitting, working on extra projects at work with tight deadlines, trying to help out friends in need, helping organize events for a church’s anniversary, etc, etc. A few blogs ago I vented my frustrations with old roommates and my dad. The good news is that I got everything settled, got my deposit back and got an apology from my dad. Things are still a little weird between us but I can tell he’s making an effort to get to know me better. But although I’ve been busy I’ve been very happy and content. Today it rained for the first time in 6 weeks. I find the blessed rain a small step to the relief to our drought and a parallel to the things going on in my life.
I’m trying to save up money to buy a small home here in Charlotte, which forces me to live between my parents’ house and my brother’s house for the next year. This is kind of stressful but fun. I enjoy not really having to keep up my own place for once and not have to pay rent. It also gives me a chance to hang out with my brother some more. Not having a place to permanently live has given me the chance to house sit some of the nicest houses in Charlotte and make some extra cash.
Work is insane! I’ve been putting in over 50 hours a week, which leaves me very tired. I can’t complain though. Executive producers are starting to request my work more and more. I’m being placed on shorter projects as a producer instead of a production assistant. I love it. I finally feel like I’m applying myself at work. The 10-12 hour days are killing me but I couldn’t ask for a better job. To add to the chaos that I love so much, a large church as asked me to film the events of their 25th Anniversary (which includes a satellite feed to another building and editing together short videos to show at the events. I’m supposed to give and estimate this weekend.
On the personal side I’ve been dealing with hating it here in Charlotte, yep I said it. I’ve been having trouble meeting good, quality, sincere friends. Over a month ago a childhood friend of mine was suppose to be moving back to Charlotte. I was SO excited. If I had a sister this girl would be it. She calls me the day before her move and lets me know she’ll call me later that week to get together later that weekend…I never heard from her. A month passed with me calling 2-3 times a week, e-mailing and texting. Still nothing. The day my concern for her turns into slight panic I hear from her (funny how things like that work out). She immediately confesses that she was avoiding me and that she has some news for me. Knowing her personality and inability to stick with a plan I figure she never moved to Charlotte…I was right, but there was a good reason besides lack of commitment…she was pregnant. My heart sank to the floor. I couldn’t get mad or lecture her for being irresponsible. I listened to her tearful confession, gave her some loving words and said a prayer with her then got off the phone. The moment I hung up I began to cry, not only for her, but because I was heart broken. I was so looking forward to having an old best friend around and I wouldn’t have to try so hard to make new ones. Selfishly I was upset that I wasn’t going to get what I wanted. I sucked it up and realized the “me” has been the only thing I’ve really been focusing on. I spent a few hours by the pool to realign my thoughts and focus. Ever since then I’ve found myself very content with my life here in Charlotte. (Random note: the news is on in the background and they are doing a story on the large movement of doggy yoga classes in Charlotte…HOW STUPID IS THAT?!)
To wrap it up, I’m happy with my life here. It’s tough and I’m still adapting but small situations are showing me that I belong here and that great opportunities await me.
*Next to come: Family Sea Kayaking pictures!

Meme by Martha

My favorite Texian, Martha B, tagged me with a questionaire that will provide you with more random information about myself. Here it goes.

Four First Names of Crushes I've Had:
1. Josh
2. Andrew
3. Peter
4. Justin

Four Pieces of Clothing I wish I still owned:
1. Blue zip up hoodie from high school. It had my name on the front and Varsity Cheerleader on the back. Most comfortable thing I ever owned.
2. My black Reef flip flops
3. Yellow t-shirt from a smoothie company called Crush that had "got a crush?" on the back
4. A wool sweater from 8th grade that one of my friends shrank.

Four Names I've Been Called at One Time or Another:
1. K Dawg
2. Krystal Meth/ Meth/ Methy
3. K-love
4. KD/ KDL

Four Professions I Secretly Want to Try:
1. Photographer
2. Story book illustrator
3. Tour guide
4. Food Critic

Four Musicians I'd Most Want to Go on a Date With:
1. Elton John
2. Steven Tyler
3. Jason Mraz
4. Rob Thomas

Four Things I'd Rather Throw than Eat:
1. Spaghetti
2. Watermelon
3. Meatloaf
4. Any form of cooked fruit

Four Things I Like to Sniff:
1. Scotch Tape
2. Clean Clothes
3. Coffee grinds
4. Books

People I'd like to tag:
I don't know many, but here are the ones I know. So you are chosen out of default.
1. Red
2. Adam
3. Sizemore

Angry Tears

I was in the middle of responding to Martha's tag, but was unfortunately interrupted by something that would ruin my night, send me to bed upset and push me to tears and anger (I can count on one hand the amount of times I have actually been angry. To move me to this emotion is something one should never be proud of.) I won't go into to much detail, but to sum it up. My roommates have decided to keep my $358 deposit from our house in Raleigh and give it to my subleaser (who was there for a month and a half) because I didn't come help do the final cleaning before the walk through, my subleaser did. I'm sorry, it does suck that they had to clean out the pantry and refrigerator that was full of food that wasn't mine and dust and throw away an old fake christmas tree (mine) that they told me when I was moving out, they would throw away for me. I'm sorry my subleaser worked so hard and sweat a little to clean, but she didn't have to, she didn't put down a down payment and live there a year. Not only does their greed want to make me break every window in the house, they have seemingly forgotten that I single handedly furnished the living room, dining room, and kitchen, as well as bought the wireless router, TV, DVD player, DVDs, stools, pots and pans, dishes, cups, silverware, microwave and giant oriental rug. Which added up to easily be about $1000 more than my deposit. I also have moved to another city where I started a very busy job and a movie on the weekends, so planning a whole weekend in Raleigh wasn't the easiest thing to do. Four hours of packing up the house that I furnished and turning around to return the U-haul, then making it to a work meeting that evening was the best I could do. Another thing to add to the mix is that my two roommates discussed this whole thing with me not being able to be there (she used air quotes when she said this -we were on iChat) was unfair to them and than I could have easily made arrangements to come down there and clean for a weekend, and also that they unofficially decided that half my deposit should got to my subleaser and the other half be divided between them! Their reason: The deposit is to cover cleaning and damages. There weren't any damages, but we had to clean and if all of us were "too busy" (more air quotes) would we get the deposit back? The answer is no, so we thought since you weren't there to clean, it wasn't fair for you to get that deposit back because you didn't earn it......WHAT!!!?!!?

So after I finally got of iChat I wiped my angry tears and decided to talk to my parents...here comes the straw that broke the camels back...my dad. Before I even began to explain what happened I told them to please not try to reason out or fix the situation until I'm done venting. My mom knows that when I give a disclaimer that you better follow it or all hell will break loose (she knows this because I am a living clone of her). I begin to talk and my dad begins to butt in. I politely ask him to please let me finish. I'm so angry at the moment that I can't handle to be irritated by interruptions and I don't want to snap at him. I continue. He starts to butt in again (when my dad butts in about something like this he naturally yells, which makes me mad b/c I feel like he's attacking me). I stop and a little more deliberately ask him to let me finish. He snaps back and says "Fine! Hurry up then and Finish!" I feel the blood rush to my face and that vein in my neck pop out. I stand up and say, "I have to leave the room. I was done talking about it." He still continues to yell at me to come back and calls me young lady (which I despise). I lock the door to my room and grab laptop and go sit in my closet. He bangs on the door and I ignore him because I'm trying to keep myself from punching a hole in the wall. A few minutes later, I've begun to slightly calm myself down, he bangs again. I wipe my last tear and go to the door. He starts to yell at me that if they won't give my deposit back then I need to start charging them $30 a month for the used of my furniture. He continues on but I picked a spot in the near by corner to concentrate on and tuned him out. I start to make myself cry some more when I realized that my dad and I would never be able to have any type of relationship deeper than parent/child. My older brother is the favorite in his eyes. He followed in his dad's footsteps and my dad can sit there and talk to him for hours. I'm the free spirited child who forgives too easily and dreams too big. He doesn't understand my quirks and isn't willing to take the time to really ask me about the things I love. As these thoughts flooded into my head I still couldn't deny that he's been a wonderful father to me. I took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eye and interrupted him to tell him that he is repeating everything that I would have told him if he would have let me finish, or finish ANY story at that. I asked him to please leave me be. My mom shot him a stare and he walked away. I relocked my door and went back to my closet where I now sit typing this blog.

I'm still so angry that the tears won't stop rolling down my cheek and my hands won't stop shaking. There's just nothing worse than the feeling and the reality of know you have absolutely nothing in common with you father and that an actual conversation between the two of you is something that, if it happened, no longer exist in your memory. Fortunately I do forgive easily and I won't let myself go to bed angry (it's one of the worst things you could ever do to yourself)....After sitting in the middle of the driveway with my mom pouring out every thought that came to my mind, I finally calmed down. So now I'll sit in my closet a little longer in silence and lay still till my eyes begin to drop.

*Martha, tomorrow I will respond to your tag*

Pet Peeves

We all have those little things that drive us crazy, some like to call them pet peeves, some say pep peeves; I guess it's where you come from. Pet or pep, either way, today was a day packed full of some of my favorite pep peeves that drive me crazy. Here is a list of almost all my pet peeves. I realize this makes me sound crazy, but if you took the time to write down all those things that drive you crazy, you would have a long list too.

1. Talking / making noise during a movie - THIS DRIVES ME MAD! There is one person in my life that is terrible at this. I want to scream when he's in the room and I what to avoid watching movies with him at all costs...my dear dad. He just talks to the dog, eats things in loud wrappers, turns the other TV on so loud Canada can hear it, decides to nail something, etc. We all know these people. If you're one of them, please never watch a movie with me. It will ruin my opinion of you.
1B. Dilly Dallying around (yes that's what I said) and coming into a movie 30 minutes late then asking the whole time who's that? What's going on? .... Basically either sit in silence with me and enjoy the show or let me watch it alone. I know that sounds harsh but I love my movie time.
2. People who don't turn on red - If there isn't a sign then turn. I can understand if traffic is heavy, we do need to be cautious. But if there isn't anyone on road then why don't you turn?
2B. Right turn signals on traffic lights - You have a right turn signal with no "No turn on Red" sign and no left turn signal...WHAT? That makes no sense at all. Why have the Turn on Red law then?
3. Ketchup on steak - That is a good way to ruin a perfectly good steak. No excuse.
4. Squeezing the toothpaste from the top or center.
5. People who check their text / respond to a text while in the middle of a conversation - They just hold up their finger as to say "hold on one minute while I check this text that is way more important than what you're saying"
5B. Bluetooth
6. Putting toilet paper on the holder with the flap hanging behind instead of in front - the picture shows the way that doesn't drive me crazy
7. Red pen
8. People who dress their dogs
9. Putting stuffed animals in the back of your car so I have the pleasure of staring at them in traffic.
10. Talking in the morning - I'm not a morning person at all and I love the still quietness that only comes with the morning. Don't try to make small talk with me while I sip my coffee and watch the sun rise.
11. TVs in the bedroom
12. People who air box after making a joke. My boss does this.

Becoming Jane

A biographical portrait of a pre-fame Jane Austen and her romance with a young Irishman.
The year is 1795 and young Jane Austen is a feisty 20-year-old and emerging writer who already sees a world beyond class and commerce, beyond pride and prejudice, and dreams of doing what was then nearly unthinkable - marrying for love. Naturally, her parents are searching for a wealthy, well-appointed husband to assure their daughter's future social standing. They are eyeing Mr. Wisley, nephew to the very formidable, not to mention very rich, local aristocrat Lady Gresham, as a prospective match. But when Jane meets the roguish and decidedly non-aristocratic Tom Lefroy, sparks soon fly along with the sharp repartee. His intellect and arrogance raise her ire - then knock her head over heels. Now, the couple, whose flirtation flies in the face of the sense and sensibility of the age, is faced with a terrible dilemma. If they attempt to marry, they will risk everything that matters - family, friends and fortune. (Yahoo Movies)

This is truly a beautiful story of love vs. society, irony, and perseverance. Jane Austin has always been a favorite of mine. The first time I read Pride and Prejudice was in the 8th grade and it was the first book I actually read all the way through. Ironically I do not own any copies of her work, which is a shame. Her stories are so well written that I always wondered where her inspiration came from. This film captures her growth from scattered thoughts strewn out on a piece of paper to an unexpected and life/career changing inspiration that sparked the famous work, Pride and Prejudice. Anne Hathaway portrayed a stubborn, young and wide eyed romantic Jane Austen in a way that deserves an Oscar nomination. Maggie Smith played her typical role as the hardhearted old woman, but did an amazing job at it none the less. I wanted to punch James McAvoy (Chronicles of Narnia) the first quarter of the film, then kiss him the last half.

I won't begin to go into the beauty of this film. It is so simplistic. The costumes weren't trying to make some huge symbolic statement, nor distracted your eye away from the story. Lush greens and muted pastels flush the screen and calm the eye. That's what I'll leave it at for now.

I walked out of this movie with tears in my eyes. A movie rarely makes me cry, when it does I know that it's something worth considering adding to my library. I couldn't help but find myself relating to the young Jane Austen. I saw characteristics and passions in her that I shared. Part of the time, I felt like I was watching my life on screen, excluding the pressure to marry into money. What can I say, I am a hopeless romantic that was saddened to see Jane live a life without the man that inspired one of her greatest works. No one writes love better than Jane and this movie will show you why.

This is a wonderful, moving film and I recommend it to anyone who enjoys reading the works of Ms. Austen.

Alone in a Crowded City

The past few weeks I've been going through some mental and physical struggles. What seemed to be me quickly adapting and enjoying my new home in Charlotte was short lived. I mistakenly took my immediately busy schedule as a sign that I was going to have plenty of friends and things to do. Now that things have come to almost a complete halt, I'm starting to see otherwise. I've become painfully aware that my best friend just moved literally across the country and my other good friends live 3 hours away. These past few weekends especially have been hard. I come home after work on Friday (or any night) and sit on my couch then eat a quick dinner by myself and forget about turning my phone off silent b/c I've learned that no one will call. Saturday is usually the same. I wake up, do a few errands around the house then I start volunteering to do errands for my parents, then I go to bed about 10pm. Sunday's have been stressful. I get up early and go to a church I don't like only because I'm helping their youth group (which seems to be cool) start up a media department. After church I forget to eat lunch then head to my real work to log live audio for 5 hours from the race. This past Saturday my parents made dinner plans without me and I was offended. They assumed I had plans, but I didn't, I never do. (It's sad when your only weekend plans hinge on if your parents are free.)This sent me into a brief and severe depression that lasted till I feel asleep.

Finding friends is hard. I love the people I work with, but if you don't want to sit in a smoky bar all night and get trashed then they don't want to hang out. The only other people I know and consider a good friend here is my childhood best friend, Carissa, and Shea. Carissa has a little girl so any plans involving her require planning 2 weeks in advance and then we can only hang out for a couple of hours. I know, surely I know other people. I do know other people, but those other people are married and we all know that married people don't hang out with non-married people. To add to the fun, my parents, brother and sister-in-law have been furiously trying to find someone to set me up with. Apparently there is this guy Dan that went to school with my brother and my mom has already talked to our neighbor (who is a shop coordinator for Evernham Racing) and started making plans for me to meet and have a rock climbing date with the 22 year old NASCAR driver Brian Vickers...geeze. So I have this feeling that there will be awkward and torturous blind dates in my future.

To add to my wonderful feelings I've been sick. Not a cold or allergies, but some weird stuff that your body does. For a few days now I've had serious stomach cramping, migraines, blacking out, no appetite, light headed, nauseous and just very very tired all the time. After staying up most the night in serious pain, I managed to go to work. I made it till 12 then I called my doctor and made an appointment. I sat in the doctors office for 2 hours and they gave me pills and shots. I now have to go to the doctor every 3 months to receive a shot that will stop my suffering that is supposedly caused by too much hormones or something. Needless to say I'm feeling sorry for myself and quite sick of my pity party. Sorry for the depressing post but I told you that I would post what's on my mind and this is it. Hopefully my spirits will be lifted soon.

On a happier note, I do visit www.frankcaliendo.com and listen to his ring tones...hilarious. He's a comedian who does impressions. Some are stupid, but some are funny...George Bush, Al Pacino, and Christopher Walken are some good ones.

How'd I get here doing that?

You know when you're driving somewhere and you arrive at your destination then you think "How did I get here?" That happens to me a lot. Either I'm convinced I drove and slept at the same time or I just get sucked into an alternate world where my brain exist and my eyes stay back to make sure I don't plow into anything. Either way I think it's something 99% of drivers experience daily, especially on those Monday and Friday morning commutes. On Monday, when you're driving to work (if you have to sit in traffic like me) try to not zone out of a while and take a look at your fellow road mates...their eyes wide open in a dead stare and their hands feeding coffee to their mouths. We're all a bunch of zombies and it's funny to watch.

There is a second kind of driver though that takes over usually in the afternoons after work when we are in a rush to get to our next responsibility. I like to call these drivers the Multi-taskers. Yesterday I saw a man with a pair of tweezers pulling out nose hairs (eeeek). Actually, I think there is an Allstate Insurance commercial about it. Anyway, I am the record holder for this type of driver. Eating, putting on make-up and changing shoes is for the amateur. I'm somewhat proud and ashamed to admit that I have (more than once) painted my fingers and toenails, change complete outfits down to the skimmies, read a book on my way to Florida, written homework assignments (high school and college), and curled my hair with a battery powered curling iron then plucked my eye brows. Funny thing is that I usually drive just as well while doing these things.

I'm curious to know what ya'll do while driving or what you have seen.

Drivers, Supermodels, and Jane Austin OH MY!

Today has been a very long day, but a very good one as well. I woke up at 5am which is unheard of for me because I am not a morning person (ironically my name is Krystal Dawn resembling my mom's favorite time of day)...anyways...Today I spent 9 hours on my feet at RYR (Robert Yates Racing). My company is deep into production of a movie for CMT about the history of NASCAR. Part of shooting for this film is going to be all the Owners and influential people in the NASCAR industry and doing 4 hour long interviews. I was pretty nervous on this shoot. Not because race shops make me nervous and provide plenty of opportunities for clumsy me to hurt myself or even the the fact that I could be incredibly late for the shoot because I could sleep through an alarm, nope I was nervous because my current boss Jonathan informed me yesterday that I was going to be strongly watched on this shoot. Apparently me and another guy in my department have been placed on a list for future promotion. How soon this promotion will happen, I don't know. But I busted my butt today and not only impressed everyone on set with my incredible dolly pushing skillz and ability to run the show when the Producer was called out for an emergency, but I impressed myself which is hard to do because I am my worst critic.
I get back from the shoot and I was wrangled into my bosses office to which I begin to think that I'm in trouble for something even though I know I did nothing wrong, but that's just how my brain functions. I sit down on the stool in his dark little office with jazz posters all over the walls and he hands me a stack of DVDs. (Blank stare) "Follow me please." My heart dropped to the floor and I tried not to break into a nervous sweat. A fellow co-worker and I are led back to an empty office with one TV. "I have a special assignment for you two. I think it would be a good idea if you could keep this under wraps." My thought: oh my gosh, we're going to have to kill someone! (I watch a lot of gangster mob movies). Luckily I didn't have to cut off my pinky or whack anyone. I am getting generously paid to watch through three 4.5 hour long DVDs of drivers racing and their driver audio, nothing else. I'm listening for curse words and anything discriminatory against NASCAR.
Long story slightly short, I brought the DVDs home and began on my first take home assignment. To pass the time I watched 3 hours of an America's Next Top Model and listened to Drivers audio. It made for a strange evening of entertainment but now quite funny looking back on. My brain felt like mush so I topped the night off with one of my favorite movies Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austin is an amazing author and the new P and P is so beautifully made...it makes my brain feel better and makes me feel less bad for sitting on the couch for 4.5 hours with my laptop on my lap and the TV on and not getting up unless I needed a bathroom break or to grab a Diet Coke from the fridge.
PS- Does the saying "plain Jane" come from Jane Austin?

Here's a picture of Danica Patrick. She races in the Indy Car Series and has made a side business out of modeling...I thought it was appropriate.

Calorie Conspiracy

One thing I've always wondered but never seemed to get a satisfactory answer for is this: how, exactly, does one find out how many calories are in something? Now I know where calories come from (supposedly), but how do you take something like gum and be able to measure that there are 2 calories in one flavorful, minty little strip? Lets take this even farther down the line of ridiculousness and go ahead and mention that some health obsessed genius was able to decipher that a POSTAGE STAMP has 3 calories...WHAT?! How people, how in the world? What is the method? Reveal the formula to me. Do you take an oreo and put it under a supersonic strong microscope that enables you to see these dreadful little things or is it just some guess? Either way, I'm going to eat what I want. The thought just drove me crazy today because women at work always approach me when I eat and tell me how lucky I am not to have to count my calories and to take advantage of it before I start laying on the pounds after my metabolism shuts down on my 35th birthday. My response to them, in my head of course is: how are you even sure calories exist? What if your weight gain is actually caused by the build up of all those processed frozen Lean Cuisine dinners packed full of hydrogenated oils, sodium, and high fructose corn syrups for preservatives you eat? Cause if that is where the weight gain comes from, which calories skeptic me thinks it does, then I'm in good shape (no pun intended) because I avoid foods like that and eat smart...Just a thought to ponder. OH, and another thing...who gets to decide how much a serving is? Why is one scoop of ice cream a serving and how big is a scoop? What if ice cream was my only source of nutrition for the day then how much would a serving be? Tell me that.
Secondly, I was cruising the web and ran across a photographer that I fell in love with just by looking at the first 3 pictures on his site. His name is Lars Raun (http://photo.net/photos/Lars%20Raun). I don't know what it is about his work, but it's so calming to look at. It's almost like looking at stills from a dream. He does beautiful work and I highly recommend him to any art lovers out there.

Infected

I've been "bitten" by Shea of the Dead causing me to slip into a zombie-like state and provide 10 things about myself. Here we go:
-You BLOG 10 things about you that are seldom known, strange, etc...
-You then note in the blog 10 people that you will "tag" to play the next round.
-DON'T FORGET to go to those 10 folks profiles and let them know they've been tagged!

1. I HATE the smell of shaving cream. HATE IT! Makes my skin curl. That's why I usually prefer men who don't shave that much. I'd rather cuddle with a teddy bear than a bottle of cold shaving cream.

2. I'm allergic to the strangest things on earth. Some of these include: spinach, band-aid adhesive, and liquid fertilizer. I'm also lactos intolerant, but ice cream is one of my favorite foods.

3. I don't tell many people this so consider yourself honored, I was once in the Miss NC pageant...next subject.

4. I was born with a deformed vertebra that leaves my immobile for several days if I work out too hard and usually in some sort of pain everyday. My senior year of highschool I went to the spinal doctor 4 days a week for 10 months, it was terrbile.

5. I'm extremely clumsy. This past Christmas I knocked over 4 displays in Macy's pretty much at one time, I once caught our porch on fire and I've knocked over a tree while mowing the lawn (those are just an examples, there are far more stories)

6. Two misconceptions people have about me when they meet me are that I'm uber shy or that I'm a snob. Truth, I just don't talk much around people I don’t' know that well until I get a better feel for them. I'm really quite the talker and get along with pretty much everyone. So for future MIRLs...don't judge too quickly.

7. The second toe one each of my feet turn out slightly. I used to be embarrassed over it, now I like of like it.

8. I check behind my pillows, under my sheets at the foot of the bed, door ways at night, and in my shoes everytime b/c I'm paranoid that there will be killer spiders hidden there. I was ruined after I watched a special on Discovery Channel and then my dad almost lost his leg from a spider bite...I hate the little 8 leg spawns of Satan.

9. I can't sleep unless every door in the room is completely closed and the fan on.

10. Purple is my least favorite color.

Daydreamer

Apparently I have no excuse for my lack of posting. I've been throwing out reasons such as I'm so busy and tired, blah blah blah. Truth, I really have nothing to say or write about. Nothing clever or interesting, I don't write about movies unless they blow my mind or all most kill me from boredom (I've seen none lately, except Bourne, but Shea and Avid Andy took care of that review for me), nothing spectacular has occurred, nor have I had any amazing thoughts. I will admit that I think about my blog everyday and feel a rush of guilt for neglecting it and for neglecting to post comments. The result...I have about 2 readers, no comments and I'm quickly losing credibility in the blog world.

Tonight, as I sit here in my house with broken air conditioning and 105* weather outside and 85* inside and watching The Cider House Rules out of the corner of my eye, I began to think to myself that I'm going to have a purpose for my blog, that's what I've been lacking from the beginning. I think that's what's been lacking; it's why I've slowly faded from the blog world. So I'm sitting here, racking my brain of something to write about, something that will bring a smile to your face or contemplation to your day...and I have nothing. As I began to get slightly depressed over my seemingly loser-like blogging character, I got an idea. I'm going to write about the things that most people don't feel like sharing with the world, and no I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about those things you day dream about at your desk, sitting in traffic, or lying in bed on those sleepless nights. Yep, I'm going to take notes on my daydreams and spill them out to the world (nervous smile). I realize this will either bomb and leaving me completely embarrassed for the rest of my life, especially around those bloggers I do see like Shea, Avid Andy and Adam...or, this could be very entertaining for you and therapeutic for me. I hope the latter. I also want to write about the things others are going through around me. So if you have something you want me to write about, I'll add some color to it and maybe even elaborate/exaggerate as I feel needed, who knows.

So bare with me these next few days as I work out a system. Some days I may just have the lyrics to a song that I woke up with in my head, or some days I'll have a pity party, some I'll hesitantly share personal thoughts and emotions, some days you get a glimpse of my how weird and hilarious it is to be inside my head. Either way, I hope you enjoy. I can't promise I will stick with this new style or method or whatever you want to call it, but I can promise that I will do it...

Graffiti Bars

So I was cruising the web looking for a cool new background for my computer. I ran across something that caught my eye. It was called Graffiti Bars "Great Chocolate. Pure Street." I immediately stopped what I was doing and clicked the link to the picture I was looking at. I got very excited because this was something I love to eat and something I love to look at...chocolate bars wrapped in the art of local NYC graffiti artists. The company that began this tribute is called The Chocolate Bar in New York City. They decided that it was time for people to recognize this historic art form and appreciate it so they took 10 local NYC graffiti artists and asked them to create the wrappers for 10 flavors of chocolate bars. Not only is this unexplainably cool, it gets better. A portion of money from these chocolate bars goes to the children's art organization All Stars Project. So, being a huge fan of chocolate (my favorite vegetable), graffiti art, and also having a serious issue with the fact that school systems are eliminating art classes from their curriculum, I am immediately a huge fan of the Graffiti Bar. I'm thinking about buying a few bars just to keep on display and give to friends that share my appreciation for this form of art. I love graffiti and think that this is such a clever way to enjoy this underrated art. Below is a picture of some of these awesome, eatable works of art. By the way, they also have bars wrapped in stencil art and some truffles with designs "painted" onto the tops. It's pretty amazing if you ask me.

Check out their site at www.chocolatebarnyc.com
Buy some bar, although a little pricey, well worth it I would think. Plus, you will be helping out a good cause!

The Joys of Womanhood

This week is one of those weeks where I have been completely controlled by the power of the body. Unexplainable emotions and reactions that only women share or can understand took over my body and turned me into this bumbling, over emotional mess.

To begin, I’m not the girliest of girls. I don’t mind sporting sweat pants and a t-shirt in public, I don’t really like make-up but I wear it to work, I enjoy sports and things that usually leave you covered in mud and sweat, and I’m capable of going to the bathroom by myself. I’m not a tomboy though, I’m somewhere in the middle I guess because I enjoy new, cute clothes and get excited when I find a top that’s 4,578% off. But there are those days where I find myself falling victim to all the things that make us girls who we are. I began the week by obsessing over not having any cute outfits for work (usually I just wear what’s clean or doesn’t have a stain), then I dug up all my old facial scrubs and creams that people gave me as gifts and found myself actually using them, I tried on all my old formal gowns to see if they fit, I brought a brush to work and actually used it during the day, and I cried during not one but two interviews because the stories were so moving, then put together a girls night with my mom and sister-in-law which consisted of cocktails, Hairspray the movie, midnight run for Midol and sugar coated snacks, and gossiping about boys. Heck, to top it off I even gave undergarment and make-up tips to some girls at work. I believe I even became oddly aware of my singleness. Probably because I have two weddings in one day next week, 2 friends getting engaged in one week and receiving the ultimate depressing question “Soooo when do we get to meet the boyfriend?” (People just assume you’re dating someone.) I answer “Oh, no, I’m uh…I don’t have a boyfriend.” Response: “WHAT? WHY?” I think to myself, I don’t know…why not? This usually doesn’t bother me because I know that whole thing will happen when it is suppose to, but this week it sent me into spouts of self-pity. Man, I have been such an emotional mess. Although the over the top girlness has been unusual for me, it’s been entertaining and quite fun/funny to look back on. Maybe this is my brain trying to recuperate from two weekends of working alongside of boys and porta-jons…who knows.

OCCUPATO: The "Flounding" Film for Future Works

Well, I've been up to my ears in preproduction for the past few months which explains my lack of postage. Every waking hour has been spent getting the smallest details in place for this film. Balancing this and a full time job isn't easy, and my phone bill has gone up significatly, but I can not complain. I live for this stuff. Film is what I love and even if it does drain every ounce of my time and energy, I'm not going to fret because I wouldn't want anything else to leave me in this state. It's satisfying.
As of 8:34pm this past Sunday we wrapped up our first weekend of shooting for Occupato. In two days, which was really just one with a quck nap for Shea and I, we accomplished a monumental amount of filming. Although this film is only going to be about 5-8 minutes long, it is jam packed with some amazing production. Everyone was on their A Game working hard and willing to go to the next level of artistic geniusness. Next step is one more weekend of shooting and then post.
I will do my best to keep everyone up dated. Keep checking the film's blog too. Although it's been a little neglected these past few weeks, we will be posting some pictures of us in action, trailors and maybe even some inside scoop.
So stay patient with me as I regain some energy and time. When I get back it will be daily...PROMISE!

Cure for your Friday

Heard it in the car on my way to work and it's been jamming in my head all day.

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
-Cure: Friday I'm in Love

I'M BACK!

It has been entirely too long since I've posted. I’m actually quite embarrassed about it to be honest. But with starting a new job that requires me staring at a computer in a dark little room and working on our film, I've been exhausted. But thank goodness from Freedom because my sweet little one-day holiday has allowed me to sleep in, get some rest, and sit in my bed any pour out my mind again. It feels good to be back. I've missed it.
No a lot has happened, but a lot has happened...if that makes any since at all. I've managed to start not just a new job, but a career, produce a movie, take several road trips for the movie, buy pools and porta-jons, house sit for 2 weeks, entertain family from out of town, plan a party, and help my dad remodel their basement. Needless to say this morning I realized how stretched thin I have been. I can't complain too much because I have enjoyed every moment of it. Somehow life has turned into this chaotic hodgepodge of events and duties that's left me surprisingly pumped about life.
This being my first time back in a very long time, I'm pretty much going to ramble about bits and pieces of my life. To begin I learned that huskie will eat anything that is your favorite. For example, favorite work out top, favorite pair of underwear, favorite bathing suit, favorite rug, and favorite throw pillows. All these things were eaten in on week. I was house sitting for my brother while he was in Italy. I had the privilege of keeping his dog, Chloe, as well. I love the dog, but she gets stir crazy when you're not there during the day and hyper when it rains, which was all week. I can't forget either that she is a huskie which means that she can pretty much get into ANYTHING. So if you lock it up, she'll find a way to get it. Here's a picture of the mess from a feather pillow. I though it was humorous.
Work is still going well. I come in early and leave late. I hate the coffee but love candy dish in the editors lobby. I pride myself in the fact that I'm positive I have psycho analyzed every NASCAR driver and have them figured out better than they even know themselves. For example, Juan Montoya (former Formula 1 driver) has serious self absorbency issues which result is excellent driver communication audio; Steven Wallace has turrets. His turrets word, dang. He says it more than a 13 year old girl saying "like." Dale Earnhardt Jr. is cool, I have to admit it. Ryan Newman is really my ex (or my ex is a triplet...it's official, Nate Webers, Ryan Newman, and Mark Walburg are all brothers!) which means that my ex was really married and racing cars the whole time we were together. No wonder it was a "long distance" relationship.
Occupied is beginning to come together. Things are working out better than I thought, then kind of fall apart a little, then end up working back out. I've managed to keep a lot of those worries a secret from Shea, who is directing. We've taken several trips to pick up props and meet with our director of photography. In those trips we've confidently learned that, when together, Shea and I are cursed. Apart, we can get to any location on the planet without getting lost. Together its a mess of wrong turns, wrong directions, bad navigational skills and a quick on set of dyslexia. Now, this has caused slight tension between us in our working relationship. I'm convinced he is always like this and visa versa. It's resulted in some in car frustration and bickering, but looking back quite humorous. I just hope that this isn't going to be a pattern for future works. If so, I'm hiring a driver for us.
It's July 4th and what better way to celebrate than to have my favorite college roommate in town, Emma Davis. She's amazing and together we are pair of laughing, clumsy idiots...it's wonderful. I'll dedicate a post to her one of these days. But for now, I’m going to wish you a Happy July 4th!