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We don't get SAD in Louisiana, We get MARDI GRAS
Living in Louisiana from December to March (depending on when Mardi Gras falls) is like being at a super Bridezilla fabulous wedding and going from cocktail hour (Christmas and New Year’s) to the grand ballroom dinner and then dance party. So, that’s why I was shocked when I moved up to Long Island, then Brooklyn and now New Jersey to learn that people experience SAD: Seasonal Affective Disorder. It wasn’t until I first experienced it myself that I realized why people had “light therapy” on their Christmas and Hanukkah gift wish lists. We don’t get SAD in south Louisiana. We get Mardi Gras…
JUST DON'T
Photo taken at Duke Farms, NJ
When the pandemic hit, I didn’t stop DO-ing. I didn’t jump on the Netflix binge wagon in March or April or May. I stayed in my pajamas or athleisure or an extra sexy flattering combo of both but I had a schedule and structure, or at least what I thought was consistency, schedule and structure. The only thing I was consistent about was taking ample time throughout the day to beat myself up for how unproductive I was.
REASONS TO CREATE : How to define success YOUR way
How do you MEASURE your success?
Did Google, Photoshop or Q-Tip set out to “be a household name” or “something that people will use as a verb/noun in every day speech?” Did they say, “We’re going to be so big that people will use us instead of “search the internet”, “make ourselves look better in photos” or “something with which to dig in one’s ears?” Doubtful.
Harry told me something pretty enlightening with his bald headed mystical Libra self, “Why not just measure your success in just creating something from start to finish.” And, you know, as a gal who tends to beat herself up a LOT for never being perfect and who simultaneously beats herself up about having to get the word out there in the RIGHT way but NOT being annoying, that advice really resonated with her (or, me, rather.)
CLASS ACTION PARK : HOOVER STYLE
I never went to Action Park because I didn’t live in New Jersey but if I did, would I have been bad-ass enough to go?
My Momma forbade me from going to water parks because they were mostly “death traps” and heck, I never even went to summer camp because I was too afraid to sleep away from home. (Even day camp terrified me because I’d rather be home watching “David the Gnome” and doing mystical mermaid dancing in the living room than sharing Hi-C juice boxes with the other children.)
I didn’t need water parks or summer camp because my momma and dad were able to create summer experiences for me that were just as gnarly, totally tubular and rad and arguably maybe even more gnarly, rad and bad-ass than Action Park and any summer camp experience combined.
IF OTHER PROFESSIONS DID SOCIAL MEDIA LIKE ACTORS
As actors, we run a fine line between being self involved and self deprecating and we dance on that fine line through our social media posts. What if other professions posted like actors? In this case…LAWYERS
What's the SEXIEST Thing You've Ever Done?
“What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done?” My friend Steven asks my boyfriend Harry at one of our little BBQ’s recently, out of the blue. Harry turns to look at me like a deer in headlights and I cackle like a hyena. Harry responds, “Huh, huh, I’m not sure.”
GAS STATION CORNBREAD
For the past three or four years, I’ve been on a pretty intense health regime not only to keep my second boob fat at bay (some ladies have a muffin top, I have second boob fat. Look it up, it’s a medical phenomenon I’m sure) but mainly because I’ve realized dairy, gluten and sugar make me a mean, hormonal sassy bitch who wants to throw heavy objects. Therefore, what I eat in a day usually consists of kale, onions, peppers, black beans, egg whites, walnuts, salmon (wild caught of course) and tree bark. But, there are a few things that I will beast on guilt free. I don’t even call them cheat days. I hate that term. What am I cheating on? A test? My boyfriend? My fucked up crazy diet? Why should we feel guilty about what we eat? If your body is like mine, which it probably isn’t, it will make you pay for those crap-ass foods later anyways. So, enjoy them full throttle in the moment. The things I enjoy full throttle (yes, let’s make “full throttle” a thing) are delicacies from my motherland of the Dirty South including but not limited to cobbler, doberge cake and cornbread.
MY SHY DOG
My shy dog won’t come up to you and give you instant approval. That doesn’t mean she’s not like a regular dog. My shy dog isn’t like a regular dog. My shy dog wants me to let you know there’s nothing wrong with her just because she’s shy. My shy dog speaks in a raspy voice. Of course.
Royal Wedding Thoughts and Feels
I didn't set my alarm for 5:00 on 19 May 2018 like many Royal Wedding fanatics because this girl needed her beauty sleep. (Note, I'm now going to start writing all dates Euro style to really confuse the Yanks. I did it like that for a few months in high school and it really did my teachers proud, I'd like to think). Perhaps because I didn't watch the wedding live, I now find myself in a rabbit hole of news, news and even fake news. I am searching like hell for pictures of the after after party which my Momma says I will NOT find.
Driving Miss Drew Barrymore
I had a dream I was driving Drew Barrymore around town. And, no I wasn’t an Uber or Lyft driver or even a Shyft* driver (*shameless plug for our comedic short film. Check out more about it here.) Nope, I was a “picture car driver” which, in the movie biz basically means you’re an extra...and so is your car. Though, please don’t tell my eighteen year old autumn bronze pearl Infiniti G20t Trixie that she was an extra. She’s only meant for true stardom.