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I'm loving my spiritual journey. It's busting my balls and forcing me to deal with emotions I'd much rather set aside in a cute little box in the attic next to the Christmas lights and one-armed scarecrow (don't ask how that happened) but... in the process of trying to "let go" of things that don't matter, I somehow forgot to keep in some things that do matter. Like...

1. Good hair. What the hell is up with my two toned rat's nest of Pippi Longstocking string number crossed with some bad 80's hesher punk band mixed with someone on crack from Super cuts clipping it with a hedge trimmer?

2. My camera. I don't have one. I'm sick of writing posts without coresponding photos. Where are my kids' asses hanging out of the back of the SUV? Where are the shots of their purple and orange Halloween tree in their room, replete with handmade decorations that look like they were drunk on Vodka Capri Sun while cutting them out?

3. My skin: I have the acne of a teenager - most likely from stressing from no camera and bad hair. I'm also mighty ticked off at the movie vans that keep lining my street but never use my house. What, is my driveway not good enough for your craft service you flippin' Hollywood elitist director? If you don't want to use it, then STOP RINGING MY DOORBELL AND TAKING PHOTOS OF MY LIVING ROOM! (I swear, there must be ten shots of my messy dining table with Stink's crooked grin trying to make it's way into the picture. Not my camera of course... I don't have one. Some director's camera who never uses my house!!!!!)

4. A job I really dig. I love writng for Good Housekeeping, but I miss real live human beings. I don't care if it's not as "motherly" as I'd like in my ideal world of what it means to raise centered kids. I've done a good job with them. They're happy. They're content. And while they're at school, I want to have fun also!  I want to be on a studio set with craft service and crazy gay actors and bitchy directors and bipolar make-up artists and all the fabulous personalites that make this life so fun.

And at the end of the day, i want to come home to my quite Rex who kisses me goodbye as I head off to church on Sunday and thank God for this dynamic life that I lead.

Becuase while, yes, I am in need of God to fill a void in my life, I can also say that God probably wants me to do what I need to do to make ME happy. And it's pretty simple: GET ME OUT OF THE HOUSE! This mama is going back to Hollywood!

I'll keep you posted.

* Photo of my kids having a good time in the tub - taken about 3 months ago when I had a camera. I posted it for proof that once, a long time ago... before Mommy abandoned them for show biz, they were indeed frolicking, lively, clean children.
 


Comments

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 06:51:06

Give me double five, Hollywood! Good for you, taking care of you.

oh and... Vodka Capri Sun ... which aisle in the grocery store can I find that?

 

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 12:47:55

You make me smile.

Can't wait to hear about your new adventures in Hollywood.

 

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:16:21

Dude, when I saw you, your hair was fab. Just sayin.

 

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Wed, 14 Oct 2009 14:58:38

 

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 17:54:59

All of those things are so attainable, especially with your resourcefulness and passion. You inspire me!

 

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 11:01:16

Vodka Capri Sun? Can I get some of that?

Also, how about some Whiskey flavored milk for Pook?

Wait, isn't that illegal? Oh well, my motto is it's only illegal if you get caught.

 

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 06:31:34

"What the hell is up with my two toned rat's nest of Pippi Longstocking string number crossed with some bad 80's hesher punk band mixed with someone on crack from Super cuts clipping it with a hedge trimmer?" Geez, I wish you had a way with words, Andrea. ;)

I'll be excited to see what's ahead for you.

 

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