Everyone needs a lazy day once and awhile.

A day where you look around at all the stuff you need to do and say “Sod it”.  I left the bathrooms, the office, the vacuuming, all that stuff until tomorrow. How “Gone With the Wind” of me.

We went out and had a nice lunch at the Church Brew Works and came back home. Rob and I feel asleep on the couch. A little slice of heaven.

Now lets just hope I can get to sleep tonight!

I went to meet with my first agent today. Before you start getting all excited, just relax. They didn’t sign me on right then and there. Like most agents they want to see if you can get work and can make money (they want some of it too after all, so it makes sense). So now that we have that out of the way, I’ll tell you a bit about it.

I sat and waited in a nice sized greeting room on a big, leather couch (it may have been pleather, but I didn’t bother to sniff).  My mom was there as was the husband unit. My entourage if you will (might as well start that now darlink).  I met a nice man I’ll call “Mitch”. He was very friendly and funny.  He took me back to the “interview area” (that’s what I’ll call it) and we talked a bit.

As he reviewed my resume he was a bit concerned that I have not done any screen work before but I assured him I did realize the difference between the two mediums.  And I honestly do.  One has to be plugged in to see after all. We chatted for a while and he gave me the skinny on what they do. I gave him some of my head shots and he then mentioned that they had a local ad come in today that no one had read for yet and wanted to know if I was interested in auditioning then and there.

Being the consummate professional  I said “Hell, yeah!” Well, not those words exactly, but it did cross my mind.  He double checked with me and said if I didn’t feel comfortable I didn’t have to, but I assured him that there was no time like the present.

So, lights, camera, ACTION! I did my first audition. It was only one line, but it’s a start.   You never know, I might get my first paid job hee hee

Went to lunch today at the husband unit’s favorite place to get BLT. A little place called Cafe Richard in the Strip District. He swears it’s the best BLT on the planet. I was impressed with their pastrami on rye, but that’s just me. And today I just had an orange soda.

Along with his sandwich he had himself some thick cut vinegar and pepper chips (crisps if you like). He was munching away at them when I noticed a tiny little sparrow flit by our table. It was clearly hoping for a handout.

The ciabatta was already secure in the guts of my love, so there was no hope there. So I grabbed one of the chips (crisps if you like, again) and tossed it in the general direction of our little beggar. It hoped forward and eyed this savory snack and decided it was far to large for it’s tiny beak to consume. Granted it was larger than the birds little head. So I figured that was fair enough and threw a smaller piece of chip (crisp….oh you know).

This excited our avian friend and it once again bounced our way. It picked up the chip (cr….oh never mind) and crunched on it. Within a few seconds it spit it out and hopped quickly to the street to down some crisp, clean, fresh, gutter water. I also didn’t know that birds could actually spit things out in disgust.

Guess the little fella doesn’t like pepper!

This really isn’t an exciting post. More of a quick vent or release (is there a difference between those two? I don’t know) of what I am feeling and doing. Sorry if it’s boring.  But I can’t be exciting and pithy everyday. Jeez. Give me a break.

I have one monologue totally memorized. I am now just working on the timing. I have to have each monologue at two minutes.  So today I will be perfecting my first one and tomorrow I will memorize the second. Friday work on perfecting the second and the rest of the time until audition practice each one each day.

I do find my mouth going dry when I concentrate and my nerves going. But I think that is healthy. It shows I am using my energy. I just have to focus more.

I don’t have a work schedule like I did before. So are Mondays still as terrible as they were when I was “at the grind”?

You would think the answer would be a resounding “Of course not!” but it’s not so. I still notice Monday. It’s not AS BAD as it was when I HAD to get up at 6 and trudge to the shower to wash the stink off. Then drive to the school and deal with the screaming hoards and of course, the students. But Monday is still ever present in my mind.

I am not sure if it’s because Monday is just ingrained into my psyche. Liking riding a bike you can never forget it. Yet, maybe it’s the TV schedule? Or maybe it’s the fact that my husband unit still has to be up at 6 each day for his work.

Hmmmmm….I wonder….

Today is my nephew’s 11th birthday! It’s the first birthday in a very long time that I haven’t been around for.  I miss him loads and hope he had a great time at his party last night and has a wonderful day today.  So Happy Birthday Josh!

Foreplay to a man is like Tai-chi when all they want to do is Kung-fu.

I’ve been doing very good lately with my eating habits. Not a lot of calories, foods that are fresh and rich in vitamins. I’m being a good ickle goirl, I am. Yet, today the healthy foods struck back! (dun dun duuuuun)

I got up this morning after a nice lie in (yes I am still having a hard time getting my lazy butt out bed before 6:00 but I did manage 8 today woot!) and after I showered, tarted myself up a bit, and made the bed I took my happy hiney downstairs to get some breakfast. A nice, juicy, red apple was in the fruit basket. Lovely apple. I cut it up and ate my sections. Mmmmmm…ummmmmm…nooooo…..About ten minutes later I got terrible gas pains and those gas pains led to terrible stomach cramps and those stomach cramps led to me running to the bathroom.

For most of today I have been doing Lamaze breathing and holding my tummy. Thinking again why I don’t want children and  thanking god for pepto. I feel a bit better and the contractions…um…the cramps are almost gone.

I guess my body didn’t need anymore fiber.

Since moving to the city again, I have had a wider variety of restaurants to choose from. Which has been a great joy.

Indian, Thai, Chinese, Italian, German, Bakeries, Specialties, you name it. And ever single restaurant I have been to the service has been great. I am amazed at the service staff. They always have a smile, they’re quick to your table and they actually pay attention to you. It’s a nice change.

Mind you, not everything is perfect. For some reason, getting the food to the table seems to take a bit longer than what I am used to. I find the service is quick and the food is slow.

I am not to sure why this is. One theory that I have is the fact that a lot of the foods we are having are prepared fresh. Case in point; I went to a deli (a real one, not the one at Albertson’s or Walmart) and ordered myself a tasty sounding sandwich. I expected to get it pretty darn quick. Instead, I ended up waiting almost a good 15-20 minutes for this Goliath.

Granted this sandwich contained Genoa and hard salami, capicola, ham, provolane, parmesan cheeses, tomato, onion, lettuce and classic Italian dressing on fresh baked bread. It was piled so high with meat, cheese and veg that even I, with my big mouth had a hard time getting my teeth around it. It was all cut fresh, right from the deli; meats, cheeses and I even watched them cut up the veg and all. I am surprised I didn’t see them kneading the dough and mixing the vinegar for the dressing!

I’m slowly learning that fast food here is simply that. Fast food from chain restaurants. But when you go to the local places to get a meal it will be made fresh there. And some things are just worth waiting for.

I will be auditioning in 17 days time. It will come up quickly. I have two monologues picked out and ready for memorization. I am reading a book on how to audition. I am preparing myself, to sell myself.

Which makes my little mind go. Since I am selling myself, does that make me a prostitute? Am I whoring myself? I’ve heard it said that in some languages the word for actress and whore are the same.  I don’t know if it’s true. But I have to grin.

I don’t feel dirty. If anything I am getting excited (not that way) and anxious for the climax of my upcoming event.

But why is it that the word for actress and whore would be (might be) the same in some languages?  What is so wrong with acting that our society looks down upon it unless you are making Brangelia money?  If I have enough to pay my bills and take care of my family, I will be happy with that. And it won’t be any less respectful from my previous job. Which is also looked down upon by some sections of our society.

*sigh* I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment. Shoulda been a doctor.