Monday, February 28, 2011

Papa and Mama Need New Shoes.

"For even when we were with you, we gave you this rule: “The one who is unwilling to work shall not eat.” 2 Thessalonians 3:10

If
cameras were to follow me and my husband around this week, they would visit four boroughs, stand on various subway platforms, carry wardrobe bags full of conservative pinstriped suits, be an untimely corpse on Law and Order, recur as a political campaigner on The Good Wife, pose nearly naked to get measured for a company's clothes mannequin, take pictures of our palms for a Gossip Girl audition, try on a 1960's stewardess' costume for a pilot show, sort through 100 thousand dollars worth or furniture and fabric orders, Tweet a clever thought, stalk the SNL casting agent, and schlep past the four block long sanitation drop at the break of dawn, all while wearing out our work hustling thumbs on our trusty Blackberry's.

Who said sameness did a body good?

*Thanks Mama for a show idea I'd watch.


Sunday, February 27, 2011

Fresh Air?


something is amiss...i shouldnt be retreating to my cold handheld device for peace and quiet.
but the beauty of the berkshire mountains provides a tranquil backdrop for hot italian unrest.

the smile from surprising my unsuspecting husband with forty years worth of rowdy friends could wear off if this "could have done so different" shit continues.

happy birthday to my ever gracious birthday boy. the night could not have been better.

my apologies for the lack of caps, i am trying to maintain eye contact with my mother in law.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

We love our local hawk...>>

And Megastores...>>

And this true to life video depicting my life as a background actress.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

If the spine numbing fear you feel when you look at this man is only associated with high prices at the gas pump, you're in bigger denial than you thought.

Can you say scary...>>

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Good Excuse

"There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." Romans 8:1

Apology to myself:

You don't write like you used to. You hardly ever call. Has the thrilling motion of staring at the wonder of a blank canvas turned into a guilty taunt at the end of an insufferable day?
Has the notion of speaking about yourself, your perspective, and your hygiene rituals suddenly become pointless and vain? If so, I accept the bareness of your pages and the briefness of your tones. Life is flying by and you're just holding on tightly to the concept of your one and only chance at living it and living it with meaning. It is understandable that amongst the daily hustle and at the end of the metal on metal grind, mentally digging deep is a foreign concept and at times a painful endurance.
It's okay. I forgive you. Now relax.

"Then the King of Kings lifts her off the floor, Saying, "Life is a thing when you learn you grow." Damian Marley


Sunday, February 20, 2011

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Chasing Money=Chasing Tail

To dream a dream as big.
As big could ever dream to be as that one dream you see.
Then once you've got that dream in mind, please dream a million more.

And not a million quiet dreams, but a billion dreams that roar.
A million dreams that roar so loud, they scream.
So loud, they sing and shout.
So super huge, they say Hey World, this is what I'm dreaming about,

Please dream for those who've given up...For those who've never tried.
Please use your dreams to make new dreams.
For all the dreams that died.

Courtesy of An Awesome Book via Joaquin Phoenix' transitional career moment.

My motivating mantra as I dizzy myself on the merry go round...
Working too long for too little in hopes of snatching my own golden ring.

Friday, February 18, 2011

What? Me Change.

“For I the Lord do not change; therefore you, O children of Jacob, are not consumed."
Malachi 3:6

“There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction” Winston Churchill

Egypt
Yemen
Wisconsin
Now... The Wanderer known as me.

Fog Blob monsters roll in over the grey hills of San Francisco spreading their dampness on our smiles. The raindrops slide down the window pane in a slow sob. I shiver in my hoodie as Chris Robinson's voice at the Filmore resonates in my cold and antsy bones. The Bay areas Blue Bottle coffee is my mission.
Parted ways with my husband at JFK yesterday, both of us shaking our filled heads in agreement that we can't go on in a hopelessly freelancing New York State of Mind, though there is no place I'd rather be.

Thirty Five is around the looming corner and I wonder why I don't hear a tick-tock towards settling but a drum beat so loud saying, "There's One More Encore."

Don't you ever long for the same you but with different scenery?

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Switching Gears...Again

Q:
Hey it's (CENSORED), Casting Producer of the Discovery Networks show! I'm excited about this show, so I want to get to know more about you. Email me at (CENSORED) and tell me why you would be great for the show. Make sure to tell me everything about you... give me your history! Make sure to include your occupation if it pertain to the show and your skills. Send pics and contact information as well and I'll email you soon if I would love to have you come in for an interview. My contact information is below just in case you need me.

A:
Absolutely I am ready to live in the wild. I already live above an Irish Pub on the busiest East Village Street in Manhattan.
I am a former sports journalist turned struggling actress and writer in the most competitive city.
A southern girl at heart, born in Texas raised in Georgia. But a world traveler and have lived on three continents and visited five.
I have always dreamed of living in New York City since I was making Martha Quinn videos in my basement and two years ago, I packed up my home in Midtown Atlanta with a king size bed and onto a love seat in Tribeca.
I was a reporter in the Virgin Islands where i met my wild northeastern husband on top of a floating bar in the British Virgin Islands, where we lived some lifestyles of the rich and famous for three crazy years.
I am a conservative Christian and share my opinions often. I write a daily blog and I believe I would be an attribute to this show because of my no fear attitude in taking large leaps in life and not settling into the mundane.
Forever chasing the horizon is my motto. I am looking to play out the next chapter in my life and would love to be a part of your show. God Willing.

Monday, February 14, 2011

I Heart Monday

"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” John 13:34-35

Puhleez...>>

On my knees...>>

That's the story of True Love.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

I Want To Live In The World, Not Inside My Head

"Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is." Ephesians 5:15-17

I've chosen Martha's mode of busy operation versus Mary, relaxing at the feet of Jesus.

"My candle burns at both ends. It will not last the night, but ah my foes and oh my friends, it gives a lovely light." Roald Dahl

What's this? 40 degrees and hatless heads.
What does this mean? We're weeks away from spring.

The season where New Yorker's flood the streets and bare their sallow skin. When the sun showers light on the damp and dark avenues.
Has my head been down for February's dawning, that I've missed its short passing?
Have I been rocked awake by the city's insomnia and been spared by the sandman's sprinkle?

Retrospect. A blessing and a burden.
A glorious glimpse of what was and a reminder of my lack of living present.

I seem to open my vision wide at the looming pursuits ahead and gaze fondly at the beautifully checkered past splayed behind me.

But the now, I spend with my eyes closed shut...catching my breath.

Who said it was better to burn out than fade away?

Nice Squared

Boehner's Gospel...>>

Friday, February 11, 2011

Something About That Name (2)

"Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord." Romans 12:11

"And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it." John 14: 13-14

"Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth." Phillipians 12:9


Jesus, Jesus, Jesus There's just something about that name Master, Savior, Jesus Like the fragrance after the rain Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Let all heaven and earth proclaim Kings and kingdoms shall all pass away But there's something about that name...The Gaithers

Whether you like it or not, that name has power, power, power.





Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Day 3- 44 Hours And Counting...


The passed out 400 pound woman on the 6 train chained to her luggage was the perfect metaphor for me as I raced to meet my before dawn call time.
I am a slave to Garry Marshall and his $250 million movie shoot.

To cross off the bucket list:

Sleeping on the floor of the majestic Brookly Museum under a magnificent Monet.


And a private Jon Bon Jovi concert. Still looking tight in those Jersey jeans.




Monday, February 7, 2011

Fulfilled a range of fantasy's today on Garry Marshall's movie set, New Years Eve.

Jon Bon Jovi-Select 1980's Rocker Chicks ( I'll claim)
Zac Efron- 2000 teenage girl and any other red blooded woman for that matter
Sofia Vergara- All men and some women
Katherine Heigl- fatalists and masochists united

And just one nightmare.

16 hours of lasting endurance.



Saturday, February 5, 2011

Let This City Take You In...

"If anyone will not welcome you or listen to your words, leave that home or town and shake the dust off your feet." Matthew 10:14

"On any person who desires such queer prizes, New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy. It is this largess that accounts for the presence within the city's walls of a considerable section of the population; for the residents of Manhattan are to a large extent strangers who have pulled up stakes somewhere and come to town, seeking sanctuary or fulfillment or some greater or lesser grail. The capacity to make such dubious gifts is a mysterious quality of New York. It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill them, depending a good deal on luck. No one should come to New York to live unless he is willing to be lucky."
E.B. White

Maybe its because my lover and I have been two ships passing in the dark night. Maybe it was because my first day off this week lent itself to an academy award nominated double feature and a Chinatown heaping bowl of bean spouts and hot peppered broth. Or maybe it was just the necessary task of walking underneath the hot sparks shower of metal on metal of the elevated train track overhead. But walking side by side as we turned up our collars and pulled down our wool caps, past the snow smothered piles of weeks old garbage, we independently spoke our shared infatuation and agreed, we aren't ready to leave...

When is the last time you fell so ridiculously in love?

Friday, February 4, 2011

Inspired by Mark Zuckerberg's words "Ads will make it uncool."

I will cancel Google Adsense when the clock strikes 12...and they can keep the $50 I quasi made.


*Muslim Singles. Really Google? You scan is faulty.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Here is New York

"There are roughly three New Yorks.
There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable.
Second, there is the New York of the commuter--the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last--the city of final destination, the city that is a goal.
It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements.
Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.
And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, e
ach generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company. . . ."
E. B. White

Eating a slice of humble pie before sunrise on a packed 7 train as each and everyone one of us skated across Queen's sheet of ice for minimum wage, clinging to our commitment to this glorious town.