How my blood relates to the pounds of my flesh (er…fat)
I just ordered this book: Eat Right 4 Your Type: The Individualized Diet Solution to Staying Healthy, Living Longer & Achieving Your Ideal Weight" I'm about to venture into some fad. Well, hopefully, it's not a fad. Hopefully, it will help to answer questions like: "How is it that I can eat fritos and cheesedip all weekend long and not gain a single ounce?" or "How is it that I can eat one lean cuisine and drink two glasses of wine all weekend, and gain two pounds?" So yeah....
Maniacal Me
Confrontation fantasies are like the chocolate and potato chip covered ice cream of my psyche. They give me a stomach ache, keep me up at night, and sometimes will cause me to call in sick to work. I have all sorts of fantasies, including but not limited to telling my students the truth about their acting abilities, telling off this particular "macho" assistant principal at one of my schools, and most recently... smothering my husband's dog with a pillow. This most recent one is the one I would like to discuss at present. Hobbes, a wire haired (some sort of) terrier,...
A little more on this movie role…
1. I will be playing a French War Bride 2. During WWII 3. The director and make-up artist are both French, and I've not yet heard either of them speak any English. 4. I went for my costume fitting last night in New Orleans, and have the cutest dress, jacket, and shoes to wear. 5. The movie is titled "Chesterfield." It's a really fascinating story about French war brides and the American GIs that loved them and left them. ...
When I truly stop trying and caring, the local casting director calls me with a part in some movie…
Yep. Got a little bitty part in a movie. Not a blockbuster, but one that will likely go to Sundance. What in the hell is the world trying to tell...
Shower before suicide
Please excuse my melodrama. Everything I say is truly how I feel, and I know it borders on totally ridiculous and deluded. But if any of us is really allowed anything, it's our delusions. Last Saturday, I woke up pretty early and knew that if I didn't get in the shower right then and there, I would: a) take some Valerian Root and attempt to sleep the day away. b) over feed my fish on Facebook. c) commit suicide. Being clean for the day is one of those necessities for my sanity. I'll even shower before going to the gym in the morning. And if I don't shower, then it...
Obsessions (or lack there of)
My husband, my Todd is at his very core an artist, a musician. He lives for music that means something, that is technically impeccable, and that just down right sounds good. There are a great number of musicians or music groups that I like that he really dislikes (hates), and I have no real defense except that sometimes technique genuinely escapes my notice, and I just want to listen to something that makes me feel in love and young and free (thank you, Coldplay, for your shallow, unrelenting feel good tunes that make me want to go swimming and/or horseback riding.) I, on the other hand, don't...
“What I do and why I do it…” or “Queen Jillian and her Pewter touch!”
Day One, Part One (Friday night 11:30pm-ish): I keep thinking that, magically, all of my ideas will be cast in gold and that everyone involved in one of these ideas will automatically be enamored by the very idea that I think my idea is gold. This idea that I will be able to instill in another that I am a brilliant magic making, gold yarn spinning, genius idea maker is a whole lotta horse shit of which I have not yet, at this very minute, convinced myself. So I'm doing this fund-raising show for my students. My program gets very little local/federal/etc. funding, so it is up to...
Thick
I can pin point the exact moment that I knew I was “bigger” than most of the other girls my age. I was in the 8th grade, trying on some size 28 (size 4?) Gap jeans that my best friend picked out of her closet for me to wear to our school’s annual fall fair. My friend was by no means a big girl or fat or anything, but she had one of these amorphous bodies with little muscle tone. She could almost literally pour herself into her clothing. Her body took the shape of the clothing rather than the other way...
Weddings are for Lovers (not Suckers!)
This past weekend, my husband and I traveled back to his small town for a weekend wedding. I couldn’t be happier for the couple, and imbibed a great many drinks in their honor. I took Friday off of school, so hooray for a three-day weekend for me! When we arrived, we dropped off our son-dog Hobbes at my in-laws’ house before going to hang out at the engaged couple’s new house. Before long, the bride and I began discussing weddings in general. To preface the retelling of this brief conversation, I must say that my husband and I got married in...
Pretend “Adult”
I don’t remember what clicked in my head that made me think that I wanted to be a teacher of high school students or of any age student for that matter. Maybe it’s because my mother is a teacher, and has been as long as I have been alive. Maybe it’s because there is no office job or food service job that I have had in which I didn’t have a superiority complex over my co-workers, and oftentimes, boss. Mostly, I think I was mesmerized into believing that things like health and dental insurance, summers and holidays...
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