Hells Bells

Last week one of my kids had a fever all week and I had to stay around the house. Glad to be able to comfort him, but my folks arrived here on Saturday. As in moved out here. Their stuff gets here in a week. Luckily I got them beds to sleep on cause there isn't a hotel room to be found in the state of Texas. There's nothing else in their house though. I've been moving like a mad woman getting them set up enough so they can stay there.
Call it senior camping.

Have that need to be in three places at once problem.

I feel so wired.

Motocross

We took the boys motocross riding Saturday. It had to be 100 degrees. I'm exhausted and I wasn't even riding. I told Mr. Spouse, I'll wait until the weather cools off some. It’s fun and all, but I don't need to kill myself in the heat to have a good time.

Truthfully, horseback riding is so much better than motocross, but I can't keep one in the garage like I can the bikes.

Have you seen this week?

Where did it go. I remember going to some school function for my littlest guy, and talking to some teachers for my oldest boy and then there was too many rum and cokes with my neighbor on Friday, but that's about it.

I'm sure I went to the gym a few times.

I tried to volunteer at the food bank but was turned away and told to come back in October.

Repainted the front railings. (again)

Procrastinated getting my website done cause I'm afraid it's going to look anything but fantastic.

If you saw me last weeks and have information to my where abouts and goings on, do everyone a favor and keep it to yourself.

If it wasn't important enough to be remembered, don't remind me.

I lied

I'll admit it. I lied. I was trying to be all happy, with good vibes and full of good thoughts, but all I ended up being is full of IT.
I am grumpy.

There now I feel better.

Be true to your grump!

Hi

Just thought I'd say "HI" to everyone who might be reading my blog. I think that's all of about 6 people. I think it would be closer to 10 or even 15, if I counted the web crawlers. But someone was telling me that those don't count, since the crawlers mostly tag words from a site. Crawlers don't care about meaning or content.

Web crawlers. Makes me want to wash my hands or something. Maybe get a can of computer Raid.

Anyway, I just wanted to send everyone a little howdy and hope your day is going well. I'm going to focus on sending good vibes today.

Hurricanes and Holidays

We're going to the beach for our only vacation this summer. I plan for us to do some swimming in the ocean, maybe do some fishing, look for shells and maybe eat some seafood. I have been really looking forward to this.

My sons though, are concerned about Hurricane Ophelia. The oldest kid, thinks we're going to get washed away. I explained that we're going to a different ocean, but I can understand their fears.

As parents we try to inform our kids without scaring them. Give them the tools to make good decisions, to take appropriate actions and empower them in the process.

This hurricane and the subsequent bungling of coordinated relief efforts though, is down right terrifying.

My kids have a good reason to be scared.

I think the rest of the country should at least be very concerned.

Uber Dork!

I think I’m going to have to start a different blog. I find I’m writing more about the inner workings of me, than about the workings of an actress and mom. I’m thinking that it may be completely uncool if a director or agent checks out my blog, and finds out that I’m really not who I project to be during auditions and filming. I can’t say I’ve every hidden the fact that I am uber dork extrodinaire. But for the most part, I like to exude confidence and talent during these things. Not dorkiness and insecurity. But then again, to some degree, aren’t all actors insecure. And isn’t it called acting for a reason?

Oh, what the hell. People can take me or leave me, it’s their decision. If they chose to like me or not like me, again, it’s their decision. I can only be who I am. Dorkiness and insecurity comes with the package.

Craziness

Hubby and I have lost our heads. I can't explain it. Just that craziness struck and we got a bunch of motocross bikes. One or everyone.

The neighbors and friends think I'm a terrible mother for getting my kids these things.

Maybe I am. But my guys aren't the risk taker type of kids. But still...

Last Sunday, we took them out for their first ride. The older one loved it (of course). He rode it in a circle for an hour in first gear. Haven't taught him the other gears yet.

Then as he brought it in, so we could pack up and go, he crashed in the brambles and burned his arm on the motor. So close to leaving it pain free. He was a trooper and didn't cry, but I know it hurt. I was to go to a party that evening, but he was still shook up so I hung around to mother him some more.

The younger one was more unsure of the whole thing. Every few feet he fell over. Definitely serious business for him. But the video I shot is going to be damn funny.

Anyway, just so you know, I have lost my mind and should no longer be held responsible for anything.

Hard to get back

It's time to get back to acting. I've been so consumed by this hurricane tragedy, that I'm always feeling weird. It’s time to turn off the news.

I'm heading over to Costco this week to get a bunch of supplies to donate and then see if the red cross could use some more volunteers at the center. I can give my time while the kids are in school.

Then I need to get back to being a working actress, or at least trying to be one.

Giving

I was driving down 183 and saw a bunch of police and cars at an intersection. I though "oh no, I hope it wasn't an accident." As I got closer, I realized that the police were directing cars into and out of a street off of the highway. Then I thought "Oh it's probably church goers leaving their parking lot." But then I realized that these were cars waiting to get into the parking lot and that it wasn't a church, but a donation center for the victims of Hurricane Katrina.

The cars seemed to go on and on, down one hill up and over the next. Everyone patiently waiting to drop off their donation. All packed with supplies. And it went on like this. I felt so proud. Everyone coming together.

Thinking about it still chokes me up.

On my way back, I checked the odometer. The line of cars was over a mile long.

Incompetence

I don’t know if it was a political thing, a race thing, an economic thing, a situational thing or all of the above.

I do know that those who could have helped, acted too slowly.

I do know that too little was done and people suffered for it.

Incompetence at the highest levels is inexcusable.