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i am honestly so busy i dont have time to, well, i dont have time at the moment. the new gig is going well - i am directing alot of shoots and loving it, scared a little bit, butterflies, want to prove myself. but making that work for me. its really good.have a big one this week and worked til 8 on it tonight doing prepro. will light and block tomorrow.
we hiked sunday, thank god we got outside -- it was great to frolic. been house hunting like mad. have found something maybe. dont want to write about it as i am so superstitious.
was on a wardrobe shopping trip today and at Target i found an awesome stretchy lacy Victorian top, i had seen it on some LJ group and looked all over for it and it was out of stock, but bingo!got it today - got the flesh colored, as i have black lacy goth things and white lacy victorian things. really happy about this for some reason. i won a great pair of jeans on ebay - black denim. have a great black jacket (thift store!) with flared sleeves, fitted and some super shoes (ebay again!) high heels with hooked buttons on one side. great outfit and cost less than 50.00! why do such things thrill me so?
Blake, my pretty blue-eyed son, called wanting to know the exact time of his birth. i asked him who was doing his chart? he replied, oh this girl i met...
sweet boy! he never would let me get his chart done, get his cards read or anything and some young thing comes along and he is a goner. made me grin.
Simon is hard at work on freelance stuff and the latest script. its all good. i got way stressed over the weekend with obligations and life worries. he was really top notch. let me talk it out staring at the fire with a glass of red wine, just telling him how scared i get - being 45 and wanting to do so much more, be so much more. i want to get my degree, want to write a book, want to do some GOOD and not be so petty.
i will be glad when we are done with southern cal... the whole liposuction, plastic surgery, youth culture thing is hard to take. i dont want to see anymore women my age with botoxed foreheads and lips like inner tubes. We went to the Polo lounge awhile back and can i tell you, there was enough silicone in that room to choke a horse. i am not against cosmetic surgery and would consider it myself, but this obsession and addiction with the reflection in the mirror i see around me rivals any crack alley. why cant we ENHANCE instead of just alter so frighteningly? its way out of control. aging can be done gracefully.
still reading(and enjoying immensely) the John Berendt book. okay. thats it. i am whipped. need to go stare at a wall before i sleep.
we hiked sunday, thank god we got outside -- it was great to frolic. been house hunting like mad. have found something maybe. dont want to write about it as i am so superstitious.
was on a wardrobe shopping trip today and at Target i found an awesome stretchy lacy Victorian top, i had seen it on some LJ group and looked all over for it and it was out of stock, but bingo!got it today - got the flesh colored, as i have black lacy goth things and white lacy victorian things. really happy about this for some reason. i won a great pair of jeans on ebay - black denim. have a great black jacket (thift store!) with flared sleeves, fitted and some super shoes (ebay again!) high heels with hooked buttons on one side. great outfit and cost less than 50.00! why do such things thrill me so?
Blake, my pretty blue-eyed son, called wanting to know the exact time of his birth. i asked him who was doing his chart? he replied, oh this girl i met...
sweet boy! he never would let me get his chart done, get his cards read or anything and some young thing comes along and he is a goner. made me grin.
Simon is hard at work on freelance stuff and the latest script. its all good. i got way stressed over the weekend with obligations and life worries. he was really top notch. let me talk it out staring at the fire with a glass of red wine, just telling him how scared i get - being 45 and wanting to do so much more, be so much more. i want to get my degree, want to write a book, want to do some GOOD and not be so petty.
i will be glad when we are done with southern cal... the whole liposuction, plastic surgery, youth culture thing is hard to take. i dont want to see anymore women my age with botoxed foreheads and lips like inner tubes. We went to the Polo lounge awhile back and can i tell you, there was enough silicone in that room to choke a horse. i am not against cosmetic surgery and would consider it myself, but this obsession and addiction with the reflection in the mirror i see around me rivals any crack alley. why cant we ENHANCE instead of just alter so frighteningly? its way out of control. aging can be done gracefully.
still reading(and enjoying immensely) the John Berendt book. okay. thats it. i am whipped. need to go stare at a wall before i sleep.
