I always imagined that when I was pregnant, I would wear a lot of flowy dresses and be like a goddess the whole time. Ha! Yeah, right.
See Week 32
I received this orchid as a gift in July 2009. After hearing they were hard to care for, I worried it wouldn’t last more than a week, leaving me with some explaining to do next time my friend came to visit.
Maybe the little fairy I appointed its gaurd is keeping it healthy? Maybe it’s my magical orchid powers? Or maybe it’s just the whopping 5 minutes I spend watering it each week. It’s been suprisingly easy to care for and I’m proud to say, so far it’s still alive and thriving!
I love this. It makes me want to get rid of everything and do the same.
Yes, if you visit the Hollywood area, everyone knows you’ll find an eclectic group of people. But Los Angeles as a whole is generally pretty normal. If you think making millions of dollars and blowing it on hookers and coke, is Winning!, you’d be the minority.
But, if I was visiting Los Angeles for the first time, and witnessed the two events I’ve seen in the last two days, I would think Los Angeles was FULL of crazy people!
Yesterday I was at Whole Foods for about 20 minutes, just to pick up a few items. Out of the corner of my eye I saw RADISHES FLYING through the air. When I looked to see what was going on, a dark haired woman had grabbed a handful of radishes from the salad bar and threw them at a blonde woman and her two kids. Did the blonde woman instigate or deserve a flying handful of radishes? I don’t know. Maybe I missed something. But the blonde woman seemed just as surprised as I was as she turned around and asked the radish throwing woman “Excuse me? What’s your problem?” The brunette radish thrower replied, “Leave me alone!”
I was standing about four feet from the radish thrower who had her back to me. The blonde woman and I exchanged a look of “What the hell?” And her two cute little kids just stood there quietly. The radish thrower didn’t LOOK insane. Should we call for help? But then, we all went on about our business as if nothing happened.
Then today, after my belly’s audition… Yes, you heard me, my belly had an audition for a National Commercial. The breakdown said they didn’t care about the mother’s appearance or performance, they just wanted to see her belly. So if I book this job, I’ll have to officially call it our son’s first gig! cuz that belly wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for him.
Back to my story… after my audition, I went to Subway to grab a sandwich. While finishing my order a woman came in and plunked her purse down, not at the start of the counter where you place your order, but in the middle of it and asked, “What’s the deal? Oh, ok, I know what I’ll order.”
I sat down with my sandwich when I could hear this same woman screaming at the employees “You spilled oil and vinegar all over my purse! Look at this! This purse cost $75! Look at my checkbook! It’s all wet! Get me more napkins!” At first I thought maybe she’d set her purse down on something that was on the counter. But after she went on for about 3 full minutes, I realized, yet again, that I was in the presence of ANOTHER CRAZY!
My first thought was Dude, I need to start carrying a video camera with me!
A few more minutes passed and I and the other patrons started to talk about her. There is absolutely nothing on the counter or anywhere near, where her purse was sitting. One guy noticed that she had an open can of Coke and that’s what looked like had spilled. I got up to take a look and sure enough the spill looked like Coke, and the can was empty.
I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I said “I think you spilled your Coke and that’s what is all over your purse.” And she looked at me with her CRAZY eyes and said “Oh, you do huh? Well we’re all entitled to our own opinions.” But then other patrons started to chime in with me and she started to quiet down.
One of the employees came out and got our name’s and phone number’s in case they needed us as witnesses.
Maybe I should stay home tomorrow. And miss the next crazy? No way!
Everyone keeps saying Just wait until you have that baby, you won’t have time for anything else! And I’m thinking, But I ALREADY don’t have enough time, how much worse can it get?
Trying to find enough time for everything in a day is not helped by the fact that our schedules are wacked. With both of us being actors, we never know which one of us, or if both, will be working or auditioning, or what the work/audition hours will be day to day. Don’t get me wrong, I LIKE the constant change and NO routine rut to fall into, but it can definitly be challenging trying to coordinate. It helps that I’m not working so much right now, since every time I get a call and I say “Is it ok I’m 8 months pregnant?” The answer is almost always, “No.”
And there’s our continuous list of projects going on that make for a constant flux of chaos in our home. The biggest one right now being a re-do of our office area, which leaves all of its contents in different areas of the house and me working on the computer in the kitchen. Plus we’re purchasing and trying to find room for all the baby stuff, which is INSANE the amount of crap one little baby needs!
Then there’s all the things to do for when our parents visit their new grandchild, plus little projects we just never got around to until now. Things like curtains for the room they’ll be staying in so they won’t feel like everyone is staring at them, blankets so they don’t freeze their ass off while trying to sleep (when a crying baby isn’t keeping them awake), and putting our bedroom light on a dimmer so we aren’t shining a spotlight on a crying, hungry baby at 2:00 am.
And then there’s all the stuff we’re getting rid of, which is either being taken to Goodwill or listed on Craigslist. Meaning there are constant, ever changing piles of “going to goodwill”, “to list on craigslist”, “for craigslist buyer on his way”, “new purchases yet to be installed, assembled, hung or organized”, “returns”… you get the point. One minute the house is tidy and suddenly it will look like they should be shooting an episode of “Hoarders” here. It’s a crazy continuous cycle. Chaos. Organize. Chaos. Organize.
Then there are other business/work related side projects that are constantly in flux around the house too. We just did a photo shoot, I’m in the middle of editing one project and started writing another. And there’s a really fun one this time of year called “taxes”.
And of course, while all this craziness is happening and we are running around the house, there are two crazy dogs that need constant attention and follow us from room to room.
How will a baby fit into all this chaos? Just fine. He won’t know a life different from this one.
