I'm sitting here watching a really funny spider movie with David Arquette and a young Scarlett Johannson -- a stand out even then. It's got big hairy spiders and a cute Boston Terrier so it can't be all that bad, wait scratch that, it had a Boston Terrier -- a giant spider just ate it. It's called Eight Legged Freaks. It's the perfect background movie for working on the computer -- not too many important plot points to miss -- just comedy and spiders.
I haven't been able to keep up much (but frankly, when am I ever able to keep up with Live Journal, I try but it is forever running ahead of and eluding me), because I herniated a disc in my spine when I was helping Scott clean out his Dad's townhouse, weee, and the most I can do is sit up for short periods of time with a heating pad on my back. I drove around and did a few small errands yesterday but it was too much for me so as much as I want to get out there, or stay here, and do, do, do, I'm going to have to force my Aries nature to sit on my busy fluttering hands and rest.
Oh and in another little bit of bizarre synchronistic Osbourne weirdness I wound up going to their chiropractor, same way as I wound up at their dentist -- total flukeish providence. My chiropractor was booked solid all day with back to back emergencies and clients, so I called my massage therapy center, who in turn referred me to their chiropractor who was booked, but the director of his clinic agreed to stay late to help us out, and it turns out that his brother-in-law is Ozzy's producer, small world, I guess. I think I should just call them and ask for a list of their doctor's and just go directly, it'd be easier that way.
Oooooh, the sounds of screaming people, growling spiders, crunching, oozing, gushing sounds of whatever, cars squealing and the loud aggressive soundtrack is getting to be too much for me. Darn it, I want to lie down.
I'm so behind in my e-mail and eBay auctions and there is always so, so much to do, I'm trying, sigh, always trying, to catch up. But hey, at least I'm not dealing with cops and robbers this week. I'm qualifying that sentence because honestly who knows what'll happen to us next week, it's been such a roller coaster ride of life here for so long now.
I got a call from a magazine editor friend of mine yesterday who was contacted by Woman's Day magazine. They want to come and do another shoot here at my house in late April. Do I really want to put us all through the stress of this? It'd be nice to have three solid published stories about my, ha, ha, decorating style. It would help me in my search for work as a stylist. Right now I'm working as an unpaid intern, and grateful for that, grateful for the experience. I wasn't able to work for Kitty this week and last week she wasn't shooting but we'll probably be back on again next week and then the week after I'm going to work for my friend Sunday who is shooting a house in the Hollywood Hills for This Old House. I love styling, I'm good at it, I just wish my body would hurry up and adjust to it's new smaller size and cooperate. I wish I had endless money and time so I could get a terrific trainer and get this waked out body of mine in shape.
Aside from all of that I still haven't given up, (never will), my dreams of a working acting career. I need new headshots but I'm still waiting on an answer about my extreme Sharon Osbourne makeover. I'll call them again on Monday but I'm figuring they've passed on the idea. You never though, every time I think the possibility of this happening has passed, I give them a call and they tell me to hold on. It doesn't matter really, if they don't go for it, it's their loss, and I'll find another way to make it happen. I really want to get this surgery before this summer though because I have two trips planned.
We're going to drive cross country to deliver Irma's van to her in Boston. I've been wanting to do this forever and am really looking forward to it. Maybe I can visit some of you along the way, it'd be nice to see you and a big help money wise if we could sleep with friends rather than at hotels and I know we're going to get sick of sleeping in the van at campgrounds and rest stops.
Later in the summer, of course, there's Burning Man, and I just don't want to be running around naked with these, "long boobs" as the lovely ladies at the manicuring salon called them, more sighs, or fresh scars that need to be protected from the sun.
Did you ever imagine that giant spiders made yappy little squeak squeak sounds, like a bunch of gossipy old Southern women? Nope, me neither. I haven't been able to upload as many pictures as before because I've been using my laptop and I don't have Cute FTP and Photoshop here. I'll have to install them if I'm going to keep working from bed.
I wrote a follow up birthday and Eunice and the cops entry the other night when I was flying high on pain medication for my back. I'll paste that in here behind the cut just in case anyone's interested.
I miss our little Tea Tea. Why is life always full of such heartbreak?
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