Monday, February 25, 2013

Old Man at the Bus Stop

I've been feeling nostalgic lately. I'm trying to remember the names and faces of everyone I have ever met. Some of the names and faces come easily, while others require some deep, intellectual thought.

I've been thinking about the time I spent in Germany. I was 17 years old, emotionally scarred and scared shitless about what life events would transpire back at home while I was away. Turns out it didn't matter what happened at home, because there was always something going on in my present-day life.

Unfortunately, I didn't come to this realization until just recently. I've always outwardly not given a shit about how people judge me, but deep inside the fluffy cream filling that is my heart, it was hard to let go of that. Why? Maybe I'll never know.

Anyway, being as nostalgic as I am right now, I went and found my old journal from when I lived in Mettmann, Deutschland. I just glanced through it, and landed on this piece, specifically, the last two paragraphs. It hit home. Funny thing is, I was married 6 years later. Strange.

Things feel out of sorts right now, but there is always something going on in present-day life that needs your attention. I am glad I am not obsessing over missing out on all the greatness that is Minnesota these days. I just wish I had someone to talk to.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Fuck the Academy Awards

My brain has run dry. I feel totally worthless when it comes to writing these days. Not even a single thought comes to mind.

So i am just going to write. Or type, because if I wrote on my computer, Mark would kill me. That and if i were to start writing in a journal, it would turn into a list of shit to do today, and, it being Sunday, I do not want to do shit today. 

One thing I have been thinking about is how much I hate the Academy Awards. I have my reasons:

-I really don't like movies. My attention span isn't long enough to sit through a film.

-Actors bug the shit out of me. They are crazy ass motherfuckers who wouldn't know reality from a script if their lives depended upon it, so there is that.

-Hollywood gets all crazy like 2 months beforehand and will tow the shit out of your car if you park  anywhere near the Kodak. And by anywhere near the Kodak, I'm talking Sunset & Ivar. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BULLSHIT?!

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Hot Shower

I feel like I am stuck in my storytelling. I got to a point where I could stop for a minute, and now it feels like I can't really start again. I think I need some jumper cables. Anyone? Anyone, please?

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

About Maryanne

Maryanne, quite unlike her brother, was a runt. She was the biggest baby of the litter, but over time coffee and cigarettes, she presumed, stunted her physical growth. And tho she was young, just barely 21 years, her emotional growth continued in leaps and bounds, sometimes surpassing her ability to keep pace. To others who were unaware of this affliction, she came off as crazy and aloof.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

About Neil

Neil was a young man, no more than 30. He was tall, over six, and skinny. He looked like a younger version of his father, which was incredibly good looking, except that his father wasn't that tall. He got his height from his mother's genes. Neil had brown hair that he kept neatly trimmed, not for the vanity of it, but because it bothered him when his hair touched his ears. His eyes were a beautiful blue/hazel color and many a young woman thought that she would be the one to stare into those eyes forever.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Eugene, Oregon.

By the time they got to Eugene it was well after 1:00am. Neil checked into the motel, while Maryanne waited in the car, slightly buzzed from the swigs of whiskey and marijuana cigarettes the two had consumed on the quiet drive into Oregon. You see, the car radio didn't work and tho they had not seen each other in months, Neil and Maryanne didn't have much to say to each other, except to let the other know a piss break was needed.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Hope you enjoy that VD

Following suit from previous posts (XXX & Happy New Year) I have decided to share with you all a nugget of my wisdom concerning matters of the heart.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Neil & Maryanne

Rain came through the Redwoods in torrents. The water ran down the crusty tree bark and saturated the earth from which the looming giants grew, creating little streams of runoff that carried bits of pine needles and dirt with it, as gravity pulled the agua, et. al. to the edge of the cliff.

Friday, January 25, 2013

I Am

I am Emily. I am a wife. I am a mother.
I am a daughter.
I am a sister.

I am a lover, not a fighter.
I am a smoker, a toker, not a midnight joker.

I am not ashamed of anything I have done. I am not embarrassed.

I am writing these things down to clear my mind, not to entertain you, though hopefully these ramblings will entertain you.

I am feeling nauseous, so I am going to drink another cup of coffee.

I am remembering the last time I made a list like this I was 22 and working at a BBQ restaurant...oh that BBQ restaurant. "I can't name the spot/They don't merit the promotion."

Thursday, January 24, 2013

16 weeks & 6 days

It is a beautifully rainy day in Los Angeles today. I woke up several times in the dead of night to listen to the water come down.

These days are few and far between, and though most Angelenos would prefer the sunshine over the rain, I've come to love the cleansing. That and it reminds me of spring in Minnesota.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


These past few days have been really exceptional:

Friday: My best friend came to town.
Saturday: Adult Birthday Party, complete with mexican food and drag queens
Sunday: Beach Day!
Monday: My dirty 30th birthday, including psychic reading, psychiatrist appointment and cake & ice cream with the kids and Marie.

I really couldn't have asked for a better birthday weekend. I just want to thank everyone who came out to Marix & Hamburger Mary's on Saturday, plus all of the love and well wishes y'all have shown me on Facebook/cell phone messages.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

On the eve of 30

Here I sit on the eve of 30. It is 10:17pm and I am about 4 minutes away from falling asleep in my chair.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Thanks Mark!

Since about Thanksgiving, Mark has been working two jobs. Not because we are up the proverbial Shit Creek, but because he is fucking awesome at what he does. This means he usually wakes up around 6:00am and doesn't get home until 10:00pm on a good night...and even those were few and far between. I've learned not to complain though, because when it comes to the entertainment industry, work is fickle. It is either feast or famine. We've experienced famine, so we welcome the feast.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Detox Bath

So for the past week or so, everyone in my household has had a cold. Sniffles, coughing, fevers, chills, etc. I was doing fine up until Saturday when I started to feel achey and sniffley.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

January 1, 2013

Happy New Year! I hope you all survived and followed my tips.

My NYE was just like any other night: I got the kids off to bed, brushed my teeth and then jumped under the covers myself. It think it was around 8:30. The only difference about last night was is that my entire neighborhood, it would seem, launched huge fireworks at midnight, so big that they made the windows rattle and Robert woke up.

So what are you resolving to do different this year? I haven't really given resolutions for myself much time of day. I have however been thinking about what my family should try to improve.