Big Stuff
minisparks is 9 and is crossing over into curiosity about bodies, hers and others’.
Yesterday I was getting dressed and racing around for work and she was just watching. Now mind you, I am honestly the most ungroomed lady on the planet, but I still put gunk in my hair, smear cream all over my face, oil on my legs and spit mouthwash into the sink.
As she was watching, as a last resort, I lifted up my bewbs and situated them inside my bra. They needed it and since I’m gushing blood from my vagina, they need all the support they can get.
mini looked at me and asked,
‘Why are you bewbs always out? They’re not flat. You can always seem them through your clothes?’
I had to stand there and think about it and was sortof at a loss. I responded with,
‘Because they’re a part of me and I don’t feel like I should hide them.’
She thought about it and smiled. Then she followed with,
‘Your stuff is really big. Lots of mamas don’t have big stuff.’
‘Nope, they don’t and it doesn’t really matter. Some ladies have big stuff and some have small stuff. It’s just their stuff.’
Satisfied she went downstairs to eat breakfast.
Meanwhile, I just need to say that according to my daughter, I have big stuff.
She said I think I'll go to Boston
I think I’ll start it over
Where no one knows my name
Get outta California
I’m tired of the weather
and then something about flying a lover to Spain? Well…
not so much.
Plenty of people in Boston actually know my name (I’m from there) plus I could never be tired of the SoCal weather (75 and sunny every single day) but I am going to Boston!
Backstory: after I graduated from college (in Connecticut) the plan was to either to move back home to Boston or on to New York City. After weighing my options for each I started to get an itch for an adventure I hadn’t been on yet (I had worked in both Boston and NY) and in September of 2008 Jen, Lauren and I moved westward and the rest is history.
In my mind SD was not really a permanent thing and I ballparked being here for about two years. I got lucky and found a job that excited me, more friends than I thought possible 2,000 miles away from home, and family less than a mile away (Hi Michael!). But as I rounded out that two year mark I started getting antsy to head back East. So after a lot of thinking / contemplating / discussing I bit the bullet am currently in the throes of making the (scary) transition.
I had a lot of talks with my family about how crazy and irresponsible and ridiculous it was for me to leave my job but ultimately I told them I had made up my mind and just wanted their support.
And then I woke up to a text from my mama:
And then I knew it. This is right.
Snow White has already hit the road and I’m leaving San Diego a week from tomorrow. I could not be more excited to catch up with family and friends … plus I have three years worth of home cooking to eat.
Boston sure isn’t the last stop on the tour but here’s to the next leg of this wild journey.
Sidenote: I have immense anxiety about whether or not to keep blogging. Will my life be exciting? Will I still be (kind of) witty? Am I now a loser? I’m hoping to keep this little corner of the internet up and running but the quality of content is very much TBD so please bare with me.
Question....
Hypothetically speaking… you have been at a job for a long time. And may be in a place where they can offer you a sabbatical of sorts to get back to you and enjoy some life since you have been working since you were a kid! Then, a job you interviewed you on a lark offers you a position which is much busier but will also pay you substantially more annually, like double digits more… What do you do? Stay where you make less and have the chance to have a free summer… or take more money and put off leisure…
EDWARD BURTYNSKY – QUARRIES
Edward Burtynsky’s excellent quarry pictures confuse the brain and take several closer looks to figure out if they are real or not. The contrast between the shaded pics of cut stone with the tinker toy looking JCBs perfect for twisting your brain. His extensive work showcases that man’s desire to permanently alter the earth on a grand scale for personal gain is insatiable. Despite taking photos of undoubtedly controversial subject matter he always lets the images do the talking and his accompanying text is intentionally factual and emotion free.
I intended to post more of his work but will have to split into multiple posts do them justice.
(Source: www.edwardburtynsky.com)
I've got that feeling.
Truthful Tuesday
Everyone needs secrets.
Everyone needs a support system. Everyone needs someone to talk to about the big stuff, the small stuff, and the stuff that doesn’t even matter.
It occurred to me recently that I don’t talk about the big stuff much. I’ve got two people to talk about the really big stuff to, but what happens when the big stuff isn’t something I can talk about with them and I need someone else to turn to?
I’m pretty closed off, and it messes with my head sometimes. I spill my guts on tumblr but it’s only the nice stuff. I’m not unhappy, but sometimes you need to talk about things. A worry shared is a worry halved and all that.
Essentially, I need more friends I can talk about the big stuff with. I’ve thought this for a long time, but it’s really hitting home recently.
i’m feeling slightly nervous for tomorrow
I’m in a show that is ten stories, each from one survivor of the Holocaust, that is about each survivor’s journey from before the travesty, during, and after. I play a survivor named Isaac Kline, and he still lives today (he’s 81 I believe). Tomorrow is our final rehearsal before we open on Sunday (it will be International Holocaust Remembrance Day) and we invited some of the teachers at our school to have a preview of the show if they want to. In addition to teachers, Isaac Kline will be there, with his wife and son. He is coming to the preview tomorrow and the evening show on Sunday.
Wow.
Not only am I portraying the life of a Holocaust survivor, but by this time tomorrow I will have met the man I portray, and I will have enacted his story in front of his eyes.
I have so many emotions, but I just hope all goes well tomorrow. After we perform the show, we are having a dinner at school to meet him officially and talk.
We’ll see how it all goes!
