negotiations
Mood:  celebratory
Negotiations currently going on with a very cool, and widely known, screenwriter. Not sure if we can afford him...trying to bring his asking price down a bit. I'll keep you updated.

On another note, funny quote I read today:

"The length of the film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder."
Alfred Hitchcock

xoxo

L

blah blah blah
Mood:  not sure
Yes it's been awhile. I'm sure nobody even comes here anymore. I guess that's good, considering what I'm about to do in my life. As most everyone knows, my dream has always been to work in film. I've taken some steps to accomplish that. It's tough being a single mom, living in Idaho, and wanting to work in film. Fortunately my research skills have proven well for me.

You see, there's a great book out there on the market today. One that I read quite awhile ago, and recently picked it up again. Of course, I can't tell you the title just yet. (producing 101: protect the material) But the day will come that I can share it with you. So anyway, I started reading this fascinating novel again. I continued to say to myself, "self, this would be a great movie!" My self answered back, "yes! but how do we do this?" I surely didn't know.

So I thought I'd contact the author, find out if someone has already optioned it. This proved easier than I thought it would be. Right there on her site was an email link to her husband! Jackpot! The husband responded with, "no it's not currently under option, she doesn't have time for that right now with her second novel due out in August."

Ok, no option. That's good news. So I dig a little deeper. I place some messages on a few different film making message boards looking for financiers for an independant film project. I get a bite. Not just any bite, a huge one. I go back to the author's husband and tell him that someone is interested in financing this, would they give me the option?

Well he calls me personally. Yep. Tells me that the story was optioned all last year. The option has expired, but the guy is still really interested. They don't want to take it away from him, but they don't want to take it away from me. So he suggests the two of us talk. I say sure.

So this guy calls me. Turns out he's a director, with a resume to boot. He also has a producer that was involved from the beginning. We have a conference call, the three of us. (my first conference call ever....hee hee hee) They are so awesome! At this point, they could have told me to walk away, butt out, something. But they don't! The producer has many years in the industry, and she tells me "I'll take you along for the ride as far as you want to go" I told her that I'm sure she has no clue what that means to me.

The director is going to meet with the first financier I connected with. We decided to play that one out. If this guy puts up the money he says he can, then I get a 3% finders fee. That's 3% of whatever budget is established. Yikes! Money? For just a couple of phone calls? This is too easy.

So do I want to be involved in this? You bet I do. I know I can do it. Throw a job my way, I'll figure it out. But they're all in the LA area, I'm in Idaho. Basically it's going to come down to this: if I want to be involved, I'll need to be down there.

I tell you what, reading this novel there is no doubt that it's Oscar material. Even to a novice such as myself, it's still apparent. Then to have the producer and director tell me the same thing, I just know it's going to go far.

Not to mention they are truly nice people. She, the producer, said that I remind her of herself when she started in the business. Full of enthusiasm about the project, determination to be a part of it, all of that. I told her she still seemed pretty enthusiastic to me.

That's what has been up with me. I have changed the name of my blog, because I felt it was time. Times they are a changin......and I'm going to journal about it the whole way there.

L

End of Days
No I'm not referring to some lame Arnold movie. I'm just baffled at the world events lately. The aftermath of the Tsunami still brings me to tears. Then I hear of an "arctic shift" that's expected to happen within the next two days. Two plates of ice are going to collide, and of course, there's nothing we can do about that. But this is expected to be the largest collision of ice ever. Experts "don't know" what this will effect. Land, water, weather. They're unsure. Just sort of a wait and see thing. But I'm putting my pennies on weather. We've already been dealing with quite a cold front here in Idaho. Which I'm sure most of you think in Idaho we have horrible winters. This just isn't true. Sure it gets cold, but if it snows, the snow is gone within a day or two. Lately it's been staying. A storm passed over northern California recently that dumped nine feet of snow. NINE feet. That storm is coming our way. That storm also originated in the arctic and worked it's way here. So if this shift affects the weather......I don't even want to think about it.

In more recent news, the FDA has approved the morning after pill for over the counter sales. The scary thing is that it's approved for 16 years and up. They eventually want to have it available to "women of all ages". Women? Since when is a 16 year old teenage girl a woman? They're hoping to stop unwanted pregnancies, obviously. But what is this teaching our kids about protecting themselves? Is not getting pregnant more important than STDs? More important than AIDS? Besides that, what about the after care needed? Most doctors won't send you home with the second pill because they want you to come back.

The FDA says the morning after pill doesn't affect an already established pregnancy. But let's say someone who doesn't know, say a minor, is already pregnant. Just for this story let's say she's about 4 weeks along. So in her youth and immaturity she decides that if one pill the morning after does the job, and currently at four weeks along she takes 30 of them. What are the effects of that? Seriously, if someone knows, tell me. Would she just get sick? Or would it abort the baby? What?

My thoughts on all this......what is our world coming to?

Prayer no longer allowed in schools. Now they stop Christmas carols as well. Religious statues removed from public places. Adult prescriptions put in the hands of children. Worldwide natural disasters. First the hurricanes, then the tsunami, now this arctic shift.

It's happening everywhere. My question is are we facing the end of days?

L

I'm BAAAAAAAACK!!!
It's been crazy. Not just in my little world, but the world in it's entirety. One disaster after another. My thoughts and prayers are with the victims of the Tsunami. It's great to see so many 'slebs opening their huge bank accounts for the victims. Sandra Bullock gave a mil. Leonardo DiCaprio gave a "sizable" donation. Spielberg gave 1.5 mil. In a third world country, those amounts are going to go a long way to rebuilding homes, and hopefully, lives.

Did Rance open his checkbook? Haven't heard anything yet. Doesn't mean he didn't though.

Things have been great for me. I am SO looking forward to this year. I just did a local commercial. An actual paid acting job. It was so much fun. Plus I have a local indie lined up. I'll be part of the production team and have a small role. It's incredible what's going on in my life. My oldest son, Kyle, said to me the other day "mommy, if somebody likes your movie maybe they'll give you $99" I thought that was pretty cute.

Well I'm off to Rance's. Gotta check out this Colin character. Something smells fishy here.

lots of luv'

L

What's wrong with what I got?
In response to recent questions regarding my pursuit of a career in acting......the answer would be no. I'm definitely focused on making my dreams come true, how I'm supposed to do that I don't know yet. But right now I'm firming. Seriously, that's what they call it. I realized something really sad the other day. My boobs and ass are sagging. Now I've never been a fitness fanatic. Never really had to. Everything sort of fell into place and stayed there. Now that I'm 28, gravity is starting to take effect. I'm not liking it one bit.

So I bought The Firm Body Sculpting System on clearance at Wal Mart. I probably sound like a damn infomercial or something, but I don't give a shit. This thing works! And it's fun. I've only owned it for about two weeks, but I'm seeing results. My ass is starting to lift. I've found that I have muscles I didn't realize I had. So I'm firming baby. I want to look like Jennifer Garner. Well maybe not her, maybe Angelina Jolie. Yeah that's it. She's gorgeous. So that's what I'm doing now. I'm working, doing good, getting things caught up and ready for Christmas. And I swear to god I'm NOT going to gain weight this holiday season. Although it's incredibly fun to eat like a pig and pass out on Thanksgiving. I'll probably still do that. I'll just pass on the pumpkin pie. No, no I won't.

L

The intellect of men
After reading the lil bit of man bashing over at Rance's, it reminded me of a small event in my life. This happened years ago, before I had my babies. Their father and I had only been together about a year at this point.

I had been spending the day cleaning, laundry, the usual. I had to be to work at five. So I asked him to do the dishes for me. He said sure. Later that evening, he came down to the restaurant where I worked to visit with me on my break. I asked if he had done the dishes. He said yes. Little did I know he actually hadn't at that point, he was planning on doing them before I got home. Well he went home, got drunk, decided he was too drunk to do the dishes. So he came up with his master plan.

I came home from work that night to a sparkling clean kitchen. I was so happy! He actually did them! So I let the dog in, and go about changing out of my work clothes. I soon realize that the dog won't stop sniffing around the kitchen. Sniff sniff, it was getting annoying. So I go in there and say, "what's the puppy sniffing." She stayed relatively close to the stove, and I couldn't figure it out. While I was investigating, I noticed the drawer under the stove was off it's rack. So I pull it out to fix it....

DISHES!!!!!

Yes that's right. He hid the dirty dishes under the stove. Also in the cabinets with the food and clean dishes. They were hidden all around. I couldn't figure out if I should be pissed or laugh. I mean, it would have taken just as much energy and time to actually WASH them as it did to hide them.

Oh well. Tis the intellect of men.

L

p.s. Mel--mu grandparents live up north in Laona. Small town. They don't even have police. They have A constable. Just one. And every year they haul this large kettle to the lakeside for a celebration, intelligently titled "the corn". They boil corn in the kettle. Everyone brings their buckets. It was quite amusing actually.

My grandma used to tease me that she was going to enroll me in the nun school in Polaski when I turned 13. (I don't know if I spelled that right) The summer of my 13th birthday, she drove me by there. Then we went to the Polish Festival. What fun that was.

I truly love Wisconsin, really. It's great. Like a whole different country.

Just a thought....
I'm not even sure how to start this entry, but I feel compelled to say something about the events these past two days.

Many Americans feel as though a lot of our rights have been trampeled on. Maybe they have cause to believe that, I don't know. But I know that as Americans we still have so much more than any country in the world. Millions of people immigrate here every year in search of the freedom, democracy, and opportunities that we are given at birth. Those are not to be taken for granted.

One of these vital rights, is our right to vote. Our right to make our opinion count, and speak up for the candidate we believe in. Unfortunately, the candidate I voted for did not win this election. But I firmly believe he was still successful. He touched many of us and showed us that there is hope. That there is a way. That we can make these things happen.

Now, when we are needed most, we need to hold onto that. We need to continue to work and change what we feel needs changing. No one could say it better than John Kerry himself in his concession speech:

"I promise you, that time will come, the time will come, the election will come, when your work and your ballots will change the world. And it's worth fighting for."

If we truly believe in this man, than we need to carry on his ideas. Continue to stand for what we believe in. Above all, continue to be proud that we are Americans.

"But in an American election, there are no losers, because whether or not our candidates are successful, the next morning we all wake up as Americans." John Kerry

L

Chubby's home!
A miracle has happened tonight. As I wrote before, on approximately September 10th, my sister's cat Chubby disappeared. We have all been frantically searching for him ever since. If any of you have, or have ever had, pets than you know the fear she was feeling. Today she received a call from the Humane Society that a cat came in yesterday fitting the description, but he's injured. She flew down to take a look. He was the same color, neutered, de-clawed, all that, but since he had lost so much weight, she couldn't really tell. So she asked them to take him out of the cage so she could hold him. As soon as he was in her arms, he started purring and licking her ear lobe. Something he has done since the day she first found him. She just said "it's him." When I got the call from her, she was just sort of laughing and crying at the same time. See, when she found him, he was only about three weeks old, very malnourished, and missing 90% of his fur. She nursed him back to health and has had him ever since. He has always licked her ear lobe that way from day one. Sis and Chubby are probably still necking on the couch as I write this. I am so incredibly filled with happiness right now I don't think I'll get to sleep for awhile.

He had been found about 10 miles away from her home. Which isn't unusual for male cats to travel that far in search of females. But Chubby was neutered at six months old. We're guessing either someone picked him up and dumped him, or, someone picked him up thinking he was a stray, took him home, then decided they didn't want him and let him go. He had quite an abscess (sp?) on his leg in which they treated at the HS. Somebody was taking their kids trick-or-treating, came across him, saw that he was hurt and in distress and called it in. Thank God for that person. And thank God for Humane Societies around the world. The employees there were completely shocked. After all, it's been almost two months. After a month has gone by, it's highly unlikely you'll ever find your pet. So it truly is a miracle.

L

ugh....
Mood:  don't ask
One of the most disgusting things just happened. My dog brought a mouse in from outside. Fortunately the thing was dead. At least I thought it was. After a couple minutes of screaming at my dog to take it outside, (which she wouldn't by the way), I tried to think of how to handle this. Obviously I had to get rid of it, there isn't a man here for the job. lol But it gave me a huge case of the heebiejeebies just thinking about picking it up. Then it moved. ew Didn't move much though, it was definitely on it's death bed. Just sorta lifted it's little head a bit, then flopped back to the floor. So I preceded to scream at my dog again to take it outside. I'm just screaming. She wouldn't do it because she knew she was in trouble. I ran next door for help. I know, I'm pathetic. But I couldn't take it. My neighbor has a couple of teenage boys. They've helped me in situations like this. Like when my fish died and I couldn't even look at it long enough to flush it. Almost made me sick. Floating there all fuzzy and green. Gross. And the time I went out to bring in all my boys' bikes and close the garage for the night. Something hopped out from under my car and went straight into the garage. Big huge bullfrog. They got it for me.

But not this time. They weren't home. This time, I'm all alone.

So I went into the pantry and got an old towel. I figured I'd pick it up with that, and throw it away. I approached the mouse. It must have saw me coming, because it decided to make a break for it. Only it was in such an almost-dead phase it didn't even move an inch. Oh god, here comes the dry heaving. I seriously thought I was going to puke right there. So I called my friend Erica for moral support. She remained fairly calm. Admitted that she'd be freaking out too. She told me to sweep it out the door. How the hell will that work? It's in the middle of my living room, I'd be sweeping it along about 15 feet. At this point I only have to clean one little area of carpet, if I did that, I'd have to clean the whole damn house. So I put the towel that I got down by the mouse, and tried to sweep it onto the towel. More of a chore than I imagined it would be. All the while, my dog is just sitting there watching. Dinner and a show for her I guess. I finally got it onto the towel. It's little broken body just flopping around. Oh god here comes the almost-puke again. I grab the four corners, told my kids to stay put, and headed for the door. There I was running through the rain, no shoes, carrying a half dead mouse in a towel, across the street to the school dumpster. In he went. What a sight that must have been.

Maybe someday I'll laugh at this. Just not today.

hello my blog.....it's been awhile.
Mood:  irritated
I haven't written here in almost a month. I guess I was just tired of all the bs people were trying to feed me. Although, I'll admit, I've been following it on the other blogs. Crazy.

Here's my confession of the day: I am a starfucker. I'll admit it. I'm proud of it. I love it. So screw the rest.

My question is this: how does being a starfucker put you at odds with God? Some people's children. Really, give it a rest.

Things have just been crazy everywhere. The election is just around the corner, and the world is at odds with it. We're all sitting on the edge of our seats. I know who I'm voting for, I'm making my opinion count. Then I'm crossing my fingers and hoping for the best. I read someplace that if every woman between the ages of 22 to 28 voted each election, then we would pick the president every time. Last election there were some 22 million women in that age group that didn't vote. To me, that's just madness. If you don't vote, you don't have a place to gripe about what's going on. You really don't.

Seasonal depression is amongst us. Millions are affected every year during the winter season. I think my problem is that I realize I missed my calling. I don't even know what my calling is, but I surely have missed it. I had to have missed it somewhere, because this can't have been it. How does one let go of their dreams? Should we let go? Or do we keep hoping, and trying, and never reaching it? Where is the line drawn?

Anyway....miss you all. Hope everything is going well for all of you.

Have a fun and safe Halloween.

L