Where to begin, where to begin. Just begin. Random thoughts from a person who hasn't been writing. I'm sitting in my living room at my partner's desk, staring at the blinking cursor. I think about how much I love my illuminated keyboard and how I probably couldn't live without one. I have my parents adorable dog for the next week so it's a complete madhouse. Crazy Incorporated.
The other weekend I was watching House Hunters international and actually saw the Moroccan Maryam Episode. It was insightful and super interesting. It was inspiring. Carpe diem. I mean, fuck, you really do have to take risks or what is the point, my darlings? Heaven is a place on Earth bambinos, and there is no time like the present. Times a wastin'. And so on and so forth for every cliche as it were...
I've had some interesting assignments. I flew to LA and photographed an Olympic gold medalist. In two weeks I'm jetting off to Boise for another interesting project. That's right, IDAHO. Suck on that. And did you know Boise actually has an interesting boutique Mo-Hotel called The Modern where I'll be shacking up for a few days? Check it.
I am truly hoping I can build a portfolio and get a real job that actually pays me a living wage. I feel like a total schnitzel not being a self supporting entity. I feel like a big baby sometimes. Drats.
Other reality bytes from the tundra include fabulous neighbors who truly care for me and my son and help us with important things like replacing the scraper blade on the ballsy snowblower I love and consider to be my girl penis. I'd be crying without my Toro Tecumseh. They do so much to help me, truly blessed they are there for me.
My brother and I are still somewhat estranged. He and his personal trainer/nail artist/masseuse/mixed martial arts and pole dancing instructor GF are practicing tantra, never getting married and are not having children. I keep tabs on them by reading their FB status' in which they constantly POKE each other or make vague references to what I assume may or may not be their sex life.
SF is hardcore boy all the way. No easy going upbringing for this mama. He is smart, irreverent, hilarious and more than two handfulls. I can only imagine what he'll be like at 13. Eek! He goes to a very diverse school and has inquired if he might be able to get his ears pierced. When I told him how much it hurts and how if you don't take care of them they become infected, he gave it a rest. I was relieved since there are days that his teeth actually look fuzzy and troll like. You get the idea.
I'm hanging in there, taking it one day at a time, chillin' like a dill pickle in a jar of Milwaukee Midgets. You?
