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.

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.

Blahblahblah

I seemed to be in a bit of a funk this week. I don't have anything particularly exciting going on this week so maybe that's why.

I need some excitement!

At least I can just close my eyes and relive my skydive.

I have to say...sometimes when things get really bad or I'm a little down, I remember what it felt like to jump out of an airplane. Seriously, things slide into perspective real quick.



Also, saying I'm in a "funk" is a cop out. I honestly believe I have a choice in how I feel. I can choose to stay funky or just force myself to be happy. May the force be with me. And you, if you need it.

That FACE!

Friday is all about what makes the heart sing.

This little guy basically has my whole heart. At least the part that his big sister doesn't have.


Mr. Gavin, my nephew in case you haven't heard me sing his name a million times a day, is knocking on 6 months now. I've only gotten to see him for one short trip since he was born. Gah, look at that old man face and tell me you don't love it? I DARE you.

Sometimes I think that I am missing something and that I shouldn't be here anymore and I should be where my little niece and nephew and the rest of my family are.

Then I remember how ticked off they would all be at me if I gave up pursuing my dreams to spend more time with them. They wouldn't spend time with anymore and it would defeat the whole purpose.

Besides, I'm supposed to be working toward supporting my parents in a "lifestyle they would like to become accustomed too." Those are my dads words.

I also want to be the kick-ass aunt who makes and buys kick-ass Christmas presents.

A Very Monolgue-y Monday

I have this new idea for the blog, and it gives it a theme, and it gives it some all around loveliness. I love and adore lots of things and most of them are unrelated to each other.

In my quest to blog 7 days a week, here is the deal. Steel Magnolia’s and Velveeta is getting some new shoes in the form of daily themes. I could reveal them all right now, but I’ll let you enjoy them as they make their debuts. Since today is Monday here’s a glance at Molly Monday (yes, the names are this cheesy because I like cheesy things).

Mondays will feature something awesome from my weekend, something awesome coming up this week, something awesome that happened that day, or the exact opposites: cruddy, ranty, sucky things that need a space to live for awhile.

Today’s Molly Monday features this:

I spent two and a half hours tonight taping a monologue for a casting, contest, webseries something or other. This is just a still from the vid. I’ll put the whole video up later, once I know it’s okay to do that. For now, enjoy that ugly face mug.

Monologues are a funny thing. Really, can one show an entire range of acting ability in a one minute monologue? No, no, one cannot. But apparently that is the way it is, so that’s the way we role.

I had to write an original monologue for a virtual acting showcase once. I’ve since used it in a real audition. I also booked that real audition. Nevermind that I didn’t accept the project once I read the script and realized I had to run around in my skivies for some college kids. I have standards y’all. For real. No offense college kids but I want to build my reel with things that don’t make directors think I’m interested in porn or Skinemax.

There is nothing wrong if you think porn is your calling. It’s your life. You should do what you want with it.

Also, that original monologue was inspired from my favorite short film I’ve ever written. In a nutshell it was about the ghost of Mary Kay murdering a woman for selling Avon. Very light and fun, like me.

As for the themes, I will say now I reserve the right to switch things up every once in awhile. As much as we would like life to be so simple, things happen and inspiration falls to new things. I’m going to keep it going strong most of the time but every once in awhile, I’ll throw in a loop a two.

It’s on.

P.S. I'm so TICKED off at blogger right now. I just spent an hour trying to format this stupid blog post so all the stupid text would match even though it DID match, and LOOKS like it's all the same in the preview box. Oh Blogger, Ima ticked atta you. You betta go hideaway.

One should always ask oneself if they care about what is going on around them. If one finds oneself not caring, one should proceed to walk away. Even if it is just to grab a Pumpkin Spice Latte and are forced to return once that transaction has taken place. It will be worth it.

The Year of Molly.

This is a picture of me taken somewhere between 13,000-14,000 feet above the earth.

This is me conquering the world.

Just a little inspiration for the year.

Now, how bout I not blog for forever?

Recently (meaning the beginning of August) I declared this year (August 2010-August 2011) the Year of Molly. I have lots of goals, back-up goals, just really all around goals that I intend on conquering this year.