Retirement.

Hi there. Long story short:

I switched positions at my work. This was an unexpected happening but also an answered prayer. My life is much less stressful. It's given me a chance to actually work on things I need to get done and have the emotional freedom to do them all well.

That being said, I have been super busy outside of work getting things in order at mah home, acting stuff, writing stuff, improv stuff, you name it. This is leaving me very little time to blog. It also doesn't help that my new position at work leaves me with no internet access. I don't even have time to read the ridiculous amount of blogs I subscribe to on my Google reader or even check Facebook that much (probably a good thing).

So I'm done for awhile.

Maybe I'll come back. Maybe with a new blog. Maybe not. We'll see.

Au Revoir for now!

Making It Work

I put peddle to metal and got the main walls finished, done, painted, FINITE today. I then took it one step further and organized two bookshelves, swept, added more junk to the pile of "why am I still holding on to this" and just kicked some all around condio booty. Not finished, but did good.

I'm real proud of myself.

It was difficult. It's difficult to paint walls when there isn't a place to move furniture to so it's out of the way. I did a lot of creative gymnastics to get everything accomplished. It's also difficult to leave of pile of "why am I still holding on to this" crap in a corner, when that corner needs to be multi-purposed for actual everyday use. In the words of my most favoritist of TV personalities, "make it work."



Hi Tim.

That's the look he gets right before he says those beautiful words.

It's true though. We all gotta make it work. Personally, things are not ideal a lot of the time. I'm an actor. I would like to be paid to be on a hit TV show and make movies on my Summer breaks, and someday only make movies and write them and be able to take actual vacations to Hawaii or London or Paris or Prague.

But, that's not my current situation. So I make it work. Right now it's by pouring most of my frustrated energy into having fun with my condio. Don't ask me what I'll do when I finish all my condio projects. Cause...I don't know where I'll be able to vent frustrations in a productive manner after this.

So for now....turn up this jam and dance.

Too much candy...

I'm munching on used to be melted, now solidified again, Halloween candy. I need to stop. I can't stop eating it and I can't stop staring at this living room:

(apartmenttherapy - Keely's Parisian Chic VOTE 4 it!)

I love it. I'm obsessed with it. I've wanted a black wall forever. I keep listening to people tell me a shouldn't paint a wall black, "it will be so depressing." Too bad so sad friends. I'm finally gonna do it.

Kombuchwhat?

I've been drinking the GT's Kombucha lately. Now that it's back at the Whole Foods that is.

I saw people drinking it before. People like Bethenny Frankel (you watch it, don't lie), my friend Jillian, Lincoln Park stroller moms who don't actually have a stroller their nanny does that, you know...all those people.

Then the drink was pulled from shelves for not being honest about the tiny minuscule amount of alcohol in it. I mean, the label did say it was "fermented" so really, what did people think that meant?

Anyway, it's back on the shelves and I obliged. I obliged several times. I really like it. It makes me feel good inside.

Problem: it's pricey. It's like buying a vente latte every morning. So I don't. I can maybe MAYBE buy one a week. Also, it does make me burp. But not near as much as I thought. It actually just made me feel a little jittery and really clean. Sounds weird, but it's true.

Part of me feels like this is one of those things that rich waspy people do. That it's not really healthy for me etc, but the label says it's healthy. So I believe it. I'm not a Kombucha expert. I assume GT (the brand) is so they know more than I do on the subject. If the Russian/Chinese/Japanese cultures of the world have sung it's praises for hundreds of years, why can't I sing along with them?

Bottoms up!

Ladies...

And if that's not enough for you...



And you guys, I don't even think she was actually in Germany when she filmed this! She's amazing!!

Breeeeeathe

(evajuliet)

I love this print. It looks kind of manly, like it would be hung in a barbershop. It's also very girly to me because I consider myself girly and I am very attracted to art prints with words. I have several prints I've ordered that include sayings or words.

Side note, my great grandpa owned a barber shop. Holla.

Life!Life!Life!

artwork by Jandy

Look at that sweeet piece of art. John made this for me for my birthday and put it in a frame. He made it in Excel. EXCEL! The man is a pixel art genius. The coin count at the top is our anniversary. He's a neat boyfriend. Perhaps I should keep him.

This week I'm pushing my organizing and cleaning and painting of the condio. Believe it or not, I'm still not done painting. Probably because I haven't been that organized about much lately. I'm getting better. I read the blog Apartment Therapy as much as I can (it's amazing, read it). The guy who came up with the blog/runs the blog/owns the blog, wrote this book:


I started it a long time ago, but only got past the first two chapters. I'm determined to finish it. At the beginning of the book he tells this story about a guy who couldn't get his life or work together after a break-up and his home in turn was a disaster. He got his home together and not only did his emotions begin to heal, but he got tons of work coming his way.

I'm not saying that getting my condio in full working order as a place that reflects my personal style and taste will get me acting jobs and I'm not going through a break-up. I would however like to come home, throw my purse on the couch and not have to stare at a wall with five paint colors on it and a bag of clothes that needs to be taken to Salvation Army like yesterday.