Thought of the Day...

So the other night, when all of the storms were headed through here, all of the tornado warnings were going up, and the National Weather Service was issuing guidelines for the storm.  In these guidelines, those in building were told to find shelter in an inside room on the lowest level of the dwelling they were in...while those in mobile homes were told to find shelter in a car or outside.  What I deduced form this was, "If you are in a structurally sound building, find shelter.  However, if you are in a trailer, your ass is better off outside with the tornado. Good luck."  Does this make anyone else say what the fetch!?

Thoughts...

I have the drive to do it.  I have the ambition. I even have a pretty alright starter resume complete with training and experience. What I don't have is the ability to drop everything in one place, and go to L.A. or NY to audition for everything under the sun until I get lucky. I decided to start my family first, and then pursue my dreams. I do not regret this.  I look at my kids, and realize that, even with as crazy as they make me at times, I never want to know what life without them or their dad would be like.  I would never go back and do anything differently.  That being said, I do wish there were more opportunities at my disposal out here.  There are auditions out here.  Heck, one of the biggest shows on TV is filmed just 5 hours away from here.  The thing is, I have no help.  My husband is active duty military, and no one in my life seems to understand this dream I have had since I was 8 years old.  I want to act. I want to get lucky enough to get cast on a TV show before I'm 50.  I want to make people laugh.  I want to make people cry. I want to do all of this while still being a very active mom.  Is that possible? I Know I would not be the only person in history to pull it off. 

I am obviously just thinking out loud, but I think I have more than what it takes.  I am not some bimbo who wants to act because she was once told by some sleazy old Sears photographer that she should be a model.  I want to bring scripts to life; bring my own script ideas to life.  I want to tell stories and be a part of the art form that is film.  I want to be someone else between "action" and "cut"...Mike will be on shore duty, again, when I'm 30...maybe I can make it happen, then...I sometimes spread myself too thin, and forget that I count for something, too. Maybe I can volunteer at the VB theatre.  There's always amateur night at the Funny Bone.  It will happen...I just don't know when or how...but I do know that it will.

...I just need a boost.

Thought of the day...

It would be kind of interesting if Pastor Terry Jones, the inbred from Florida, died today. Let me set the stage. He walks up to the pearly gates, smiling proudly because he is sure he's in the right place, just for God to say, "HA! APRIL FOOLS!" and down the chute 'e goes! Awe, to be a fly on the walls of heaven.

Say... wonder if the celebrate April Fools Day in Heaven...