Wings and Things

When I was a kid I was obsessed with flying.

Obsessed.

Not only did I desperately want to fly but I believed that if I tried hard enough I could.

Why not right?

There was no doubt in my mind,
So I set about to my task.

I made a makeshift hang glider out of wood and blue tarp.
(only to jump off the roof of the jeep and twist my ankle.)

I made a contraption out of a towel tied with rope that hung from the porch rafters and suspended myself in it.

Belly in the sling, arms and legs outstretched I swung back and forth for "practice".

I jumped off the barn roof into piles of hay.

One time I even jumped off a 40ft bridge into a flowing river but alas, I never made it into flight, at least not in the way I had dreamed I could.

I may not have flown but I sure as hell had fun trying and I think this is the way I'm cursed (or blessed) to live my life.

Sometimes I set my sights ridiculously high but it's not always about getting what you want, it's about having a good time trying!

No wonder I chose to be an actor!

Trying to succeed as an artist can feel as impossible as trying to fly.

But it's absolutely fun to try!

Rainy Day Blues

Rode my bike to work as usual.

It was dry when I left my house.
I was drenched when I reached the salon.

Last week I screamed at the wind from my bike.
Today I screamed at the rain from my bike.

Both times nothing changed.

Listened to my ipod on the way:
"Why do I smile at people who I'd much rather kick in the eye"
Name it!

Thought about the question, "how are you?"
Thought about inappropriate answers.

Today I heard a woman respond,
"I'm alive, I didn't kill anybody and I'm innocent, I'm great!"
Seriously?

Started baking in an effort to cheer myself up.

Half of what I make is good.
Half of what I make is scary.

Two recent creations include: "mookies" and "crownies".
(Both originally intended to be cookies.)

The first were more like muffins and the second, brownies.
A hammer, some Mexican chocolate and light mayo were involved...

The "mookies" were questionable.
The "crownies", a success!

Watched a woman have another woman's hair woven into hers.
Freaky.

I keep getting the feeling I'm forgetting something.

Maybe it's a symptom of the SWINE FLU!!!
Swine Flu is like, totally the new SARS.

Speaking of swine, when a certain boy pops into my mind,
A certain song accompanies:
"You're no good, you're no good, you're no good, baby you're no good..." know that one?

Anyone have the cure for the rainy day blues?