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.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, July 16, 2007
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!
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!
Friday, July 6, 2007
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 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
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
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!
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!
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