quarantined...with a purpose

the only people who responded to my plea for help

were sister, and my mom.

typical.

sisters advice? adventuring

(we're adventuring, come along with bert and ernie...)

moms advice? learning.

also so typical.

i did get one other response...

the sickness.

we've been caught by the FEVER.

all three of us, but sweet little P the worst.

it seems that at least for the short term,

my restlessness should be devoted to taking care of little man.

which means two doctor visits, the pharmacy, lots of tv time,

and Popsicles.

this is what our counter looked like...

animal crackers, juice, Excedrin, pediasure, Tylenol, toilet scrubbers, disinfectant,

and coffee.  for me.  because i wanted it.

p had a fairly high fever for several days,

so what began as this...

turned into this fake smile...

that's my boy! cool water is the cure-all.  mostly.

my sick boys out for an evening stroll. 

way past p's normal bedtime.

yes, i know it is still light outside.

it's been about a week, we are slowly recovering.

when we get back to things i plan on finding some projects.

my new friend across the street

sent over some websites that she uses to find projects.

we have photography, writing, crafts, baking...etc. etc. etc.

so if i remember, i will take pictures and blog as i go.

adventuring

and

learning

all the way home.

restless

i know,

you would expect the restless title from CMD, or FTD

(no offense to the two of you)

but its me!

i just spend entirely too long reading about

blogging code, of all things.

and thinking maybe i could get back into programming.

you know, like in high school.

except then i remembered that i dropped

Advanced C++ after two days since the first assignment

had my fellow classmates laughing with joy

and me in tears.

projects.

i am on the lookout for projects.

not like etsy projects, because crafts aren't really my thing.

i actually enjoy cooking / baking but that always involves

going to the grocery store, and messing up the kitchen.

sister FTD tweeted

(i know, we tweet too...social media....)

this link.

http://read.bi/kcEyNm

and now i'm thinking more than ever before.

what can i do? seriously.

i am taking suggestions.

and since we know why most of you come here,

i won't leave you hanging...

good of both of us huh?

pull your weight around here!

since we are at a new, bigger place,

we obviously have more space to clean.

and it gets overwhelming at times.

(though we love it).

so everyone in the family is expected to

pull their own weight around here.

and p man, well, he's a big boy!

good thing he LOVES it.

this is p man setting up his cleaning supplies

and the next three he uses some elbow grease

and baby safe floor cleaner.

such a thorough little cleaner.

and as if scrubbing the floor yesterday wasn't enough,

he decided today the floor was still a bit dusty.

he loves the swiffer.

i regret that we did not capture a picture of

p's reaction when we took his cleaning supplies

away from him.

complete and total breakdown.



in addition to p's new walking skills, & cleaning skills,

he is also apparently getting all of his teeth.

he doesn't seem to mind too much.

and he is sleeping much better in his new room.

in other news,

just a little over a week before we get to tell

little p man if he is having a brother or sister...

something tells me he will love being a big brother.





Gotta check da email

The day started innocently enough, picking up Peter Man, LDL and BML at MCO for their business/pleasure trip to 1127 and surrounding areas. The drive home was pretty entertaining as Pistol decided he liked the tunes being provided by Alt Nation on Sirius, and did a little dancing for us.



Cute kid, huh?

So, I left 1127 to get huge at the gym. But before I ventured into Domination Station, I thought it'd be a good idea to check my email (http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail.html). This was at 10:45. I didn't get my pump on until 3:45. What could have possibly delayed me this long, you ask? Well read on, faithful reader(s).

Inbox was fairly loaded, mostly with emails of the junk or junk-ish variety. But alas, a few stood out. One being from my now lone agent(more on that later), and the other from a stranger who was producing some webisodes and wanted to know if I was interested. I was intrigued, at least. Email from the agent: Canadian "Bath Tissue" to be seen by only the Canucks. Decent money. Solid. Shoot date? Boom, I'll be here. Sign me up. Oh, callback date, I'm supposed to be atop a glorious mountain of snow for the first day of shredding. So, I ponder away, and decide, if I get a callback, I can change the flight to Friday evening and just miss a day of gnar(or pow pow, or whatever they call it out there). Problem solved, with some lingering doubts.

On to the mystery producer. He/She/They/It/Shim have been "hired" to produce what will hopefully be a web-series and wants me to audition for one of the characters. I say I'll look at the script(mostly to make sure it wasn't on the shady side of the industry). It isn't. So, I tape, edit, and send in my audition. Shortly thereafter, a reply says it looks like I'm reading off the page. Duh, you sent it to me like 3 nano-seconds ago. Whatev. Lunch time.

Back from lunch, I do take two. Tape, edit, send. Apparently it was good enough for a request to be made on my availability. Perfect. I'm gone from Feb 17-22, March 4-6(this date comes into play in the next section), will be filming March 11-13 and another weekend in March to be named. So, maybe I'm not AS available as I lead on. We'll deal with that if/when it comes up. And, surely, it will. Regardless, a promising "lead"on a project that at least 5 people will see.

Right. March 4-6. I, along with RBDIII, will be attending a joint party for another pair of brothers from the neighborhood down in Key West for some shuffle-board and some virgin daquiris on the beach. Sounds lovely, right? Well, no doubt, it will be. So I marked it off so the production I can't really talk about that is supposed to be bigger than I think it will probably be, doesn't select that weekend to shoot. Oh, but I forgot I planned a trip, so of course that's one of the weekends they picked. Shocker. This coming two days after telling RBDIII I am definitely going, so he can book his flight, for a pretty penny. Um, ahem, I don't mean to be a pain, but I marked that weekend off.....Right, overlooked that, we're sorry, no worries, someone else has a conflict too, you're good. Sweet. Good thing I didn't stress over that at all.

Almost forgot the "now lone agent" thing. When I first started my journey to break into the industry, I sent out my info to most of the local agencies. Was rejected by a few, and accepted by four. Well, three, and eventually signed on with a family friend who has a very reputable agency. Anywho, over the years, I dropped two of the four fairly easily, and was left with two. One, with whom I've booked the most money to date. The other can probably take me further in the long run(and is also the family friend). I decide to look to the future and break up with the one I've made some money with. I dreaded the phone call, and it went about as expected, but I sure am glad to have the weight off my shoulders of "meaning" to make the call.

So I load myself full of PEDs and make my way into the thunder-dome. 3:45. AND THERE IS SOMEONE IN HERE?!?!?! Total BS. Thankfully I scare her off with my grunting and dropping of weights.

Back to 1127 just in time to see the Rock eat/throw around dinner and take a bubble bath. Jealous. I managed to give Pete his bottle sans milkboarding. Success.

I promise I'll never put you through this long of a blog again. +10 if you read the whole thing.

And remember, Don't Sweat the Technique.