Yellow Dog/Bleeding Heart

“ When we talk we give ourselves away. We reveal our true character in a picture which is more true and realistic than anything an artist can do for us. “   Dr Ralph C. Smedley

Here's another teaser (designed mostly to hold me accountable for posting new content)! The very first job I applied for; the one that was a total fluke; the one where the Director said I pretty much had her at, "I understand you're looking for a ..."; the one where the job was mine just as soon as the Director could tame the politics and take a breath ... remember?  Well, yesterday I learned that she has been arrested and charged with some mega heavy duty felonies committed via her position. Damn. Ya suck up to someone for months and they go and ruin it by making a bomb threat. Dontcha hate it when that happens? Stay tuned for the full story and even more stories of ridiculous situations that could only happen to me.

Stay tuned for an epic account of my battle with the cannoli. It was gruesome - every dish was dirtied; chocolate chips were charred; Cinnamon was shed and the ricotta totally turned traitor. Seriously. I fought the cannoli and the cannoli won. Stay tuned!

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In my last post I mentioned that I related to the character of Sophie on HBO's In Treatment so much that her last few sessions had me in tears. It was like watching my own teenaged self going through therapy - which I probably should have. Abandoned by dad, depressed mom, feeling responsible for everything , acting defiant ... I swear the writers of this show found my diary from when I was 16. I wasn't a gymnast, but I did have red hair and I was in a motorcycle accident and I did OD. Hell, I even once bought a brass sailboat for Rick. I didn't have a therapist, but I did find a priest who met with me in his office once a week one summer. *sigh* " What did I do ?" I still ask myself that question to this day. Watch this video and then comment to let me know if Sophie made you cry too. Also, in case you've ever wondered what I was like at 16, well, here ya go!

 I love the fact that even though both of the kids are officially "adults" now they still like to go to movies with mom and dad. We managed to coordinate all 4 of our schedules and spend a recent Friday night at the movies seeing Scott Pilgrim , which we all enjoyed for different reasons. On the heels of that bonding experience we made plans to see The Kids Are All Right  a couple of weeks later. I had been anxious to see this movie since first hearing about it. As a major champion for same sex marriage rights, I was thrilled to see such a relationship depicted in a mainstream movie. I anticipated realism without sensationalism; in addition to superior acting. I've loved Mia Wasikowska every since I had the pleasure of watching her act out my own life story via her role as Sophie  on the series In Treatment . (Okay, so maybe I was never a gymnast and my parents were not rich beautiful successful California people, but the pathos and daddy issues were dead on. I li...

The world is a beautiful place today! I forget how much fun it is because I tend to stay holed up wallowing in my unemployed-ness, but today I ventured out and functioned among the masses for a change. The weather was beautiful, people were friendly,  and the traffic was tolerable. Speaking of traffic: To the man in the white truck with the old school trailer: It was very nice of you to stop in the middle lane so I could turn right even though the guy in the right (my) lane already had it covered & I had even begun my turn, but was it really necessary to honk repeatedly at me and gesture wildly towards the center lane? I mean, we were all stopped because of the red light a few car lengths ahead. So like I said, it was nice of you to stop also, but what you didn't seem to understand was that I did not want (or need ) to turn into your lane, as I was just going to hook another right as soon as the light changed. The first time you honked and pointed I smiled and ...