B. Frank About It
Scatterbrain is the first thing that comes to mind. Organized confusion inside and out. Heart of gold. Tongue of Steel. Really good at advice (so I've been told). Steady trying to find the balance--rarely succeeding. Workaholic/Motheraholic/Wifeaholic/ Shopaholic/Chocoholic---too busy to be an Alcoholic. Work in TV (usually not as exciting as it sounds, but still amazing) True Story Starring ME!
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This makes me laugh. She is adorable. I wanna fold her up and put her in my back pocket.
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Video reblogged from tinsely & bruley
Ever wonder what real people look like when they get nominated for an Oscar? You know, people who aren’t sitting front row at a fashion show when they get a text from their agent?
This is my friend, Gigi, and her husband finding out they are nominated for an Academy Award.
Tears in my eyes.
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My friend and old boss and was nominated for an Oscar with her husband. This makes me cry EVERY.TIME. The story behind it, is SO amazing and I hope they win! Enjoy and feel free to repost.
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At 59 seconds….the most amazing kid on the planet appears!
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I need this in my life STAT!!!!
why don’t I make a million dollars a week???!!!!!
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I am locked in my head with the inability to move. I need to do a number of things, but I feel paralyzed by my life right now. It’s so freaking frustrating because I have the ability to see exactly how other people can make their lives better, but can’t seem to take my own advice.
This happened to me when I was like 25. I had all these great expectations of what my life was going to be like, then I had to live it, and it absolutely
fuckingsucked. I wasn’t where I wanted to be career wise. I was still trying to lose the weight I gained in college, and I had dreams that were fading because I was beginning to feel like I was too old to still dream. Like no one gave a shit, when really it was just me.I feel like I’m constantly waiting to be in place where my heart and mind are in complete alignment with one another. You know when that feeling of what you feel and what you know are in the same place. I can only liken it to what it feels like when you get married
for most of usor when you have a childfor most of us.On the day I got married, A LOT of shit went wrong. I mean a record breaking amount of shit, but there was this moment when I walked down the steps to a mirror, and looked at myself standing next to my mom, and I looked out at all those people waiting for me to walk down the aisle while the sun was setting and my husband was waiting for me. It felt so right that I started uncontrollably BALLING. AND I do mean the UGLY CRY. My mother was saying “OH SHIT stop it stop stop stop stop it”. I couldn’t put it into words, but it felt like to actually get something that your mind and heart want at the same time is amazing. Especially for a girl that rarely gets that. When I got to my husband he looked at me and said “What’s wrong with you?!”. I then began to laugh HARD.
After years and years of saying I would eat my ovaries before I had a kid, when I had my daughter I knew I was meant to love her. I felt it in my heart in a way I had not felt anything before. I had suffered through an UNGODLY amount of pain. Three days of labor and trying to push my daughter out while Luther Vandross played in the background. Cut to hour two when I yelled to my mother “TURN THAT SHIT OFF” (I’m classy). When she FINALLY came out it was like my heart was a bell and she rang it. So fucking corny, but so true. She symbolized for me what I can do right. She would forever be from the moment she was born on a chance to get things right too. This walking and talking version of my heart. Everything she is and will become will be because of the way I love her.
Anywho, back to me being and this damn pause button. I have SO many things I need to do,and the list is so abundant that it’s overwhelming that it’s causing me to shut down. I totally belong to the Fake It Til You Feel It Club. One member. Starring me. My hugest issue I have right now, is that I am too smart for my own good. While in shutdown mode, my mind is saying:
- You are totally emotionally eating that brownie
- You don’t want to be doing this job forever
- You need to stop watching so much television
- Are you really going to buy more shit— you have the dress in blue
So in the meantime and in between time—- I am acknowledging that I am in shutdown mode and maybe the acknowledgement is enough for me to get up off my ass. Or maybe not…….
stay tuned.
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Link reblogged from tinsely & bruley
Just finished reading this book too. I have always been fascinated with books that were written about anything before 1970. It’s a weird fascination, but I think it comes from wanting to understand what it was like to be black in America. I feel like now, people do their best to say the world is SO different or pretend like it was an unfortunate event that lasted like 5 minutes, but now we skip down the street and sing Kumbaya and shit. The truth is, 10 yrs before I came into this world, MLK was shot in the head because he was a black man with ideas of unity. NOT 100yrs…TEN.
I think until we openly embrace how racism LITERALLY built this country and openly except our very stained past, we will never move forward. If we continue to believe that a lot of the obstacles Barack Obama is facing is directly tied to race….we will never move forward.
When I was four years old, I went on a family vacation to Virginia and were staying at a Holiday Inn. Excited to be some where new, my niece and I ran to the pool and jumped in the with my mom and sister. The moment we jumped in, a white family scurried their children to go out the pool. That shit was 1982! I totally remember that feeling I felt, and my mother trying to explain what happened with out overwhelming me with American History.
I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to KNOW you weren’t equal. To hear your child’s dreams of what they want to be when they grow up and feel like you hope they are able to just sit as the same counter as a white person.
Racism is so complicated now. It’s convoluted and just messy. FACT: Schools are more segregated today then they were in the 60’s is some parts of this country. This particular section of segregation drives me nuts when it came to finding a school for my own daughter. When I lived in Brooklyn, my neighborhood was very diverse, my daughter’s school on the other hand was mostly black. The people in my neighborhood sent their children to Park Slope. I was tempted to do the same, but the pre-school I found for her was excellent minus the lack of diversity. My schooling was the same way. The only white people in my school were the teachers. I didn’t sit next to a white person as a peer until COLLEGE. I had no major issue assimilating. I cannot say the same for all my friends. There were CLEAR differences culturally, but a lot of similarities I was open to finding out about. That is why I was able to make friends out side of my race.
Back to my kid, I want her to go to a school that will be as culturally diverse and competitive as the world she will have to work and live in. When we moved out of Brooklyn, the selection of choices I had for her to go to public school weren’t even a OPTION for me. MUCH worse than Brooklyn. I had no choice, but to put her in private school and I am paying out the ass for it, but firmly believe that she deserves an education based on her potential and my dreams for her, not some budget someone came up based on my new zip code. A zip code that is filled with a population that is 95% black. I’m rambling…..any who, the point is, we have come a long way, but we gotta long
fuckingway to go.
I read The Help this summer. No need to analyze or go into details. I have nothing particularly profound to say that hasn’t already been said about the book itself. But something strange happened when I finished it. There I was, lying in bed in my hotel room, and I finished the book, which…
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I have learned more about people insecurities then through any other way of communication. The amount of self bathroom and car pics I see on a daily basis is mind boggling. Is it the lighting, solitude or absolute complete boredom? Help me understand. I’m picturing someone in the bathroom, taking look at themselves, and thinking “DAMN I LOOK GOOD, people have GOT to know about this.”
Please don’t get me started on the constant relationship status statuses. If my husband and I were to get a divorce tomorrow because he had a secret family in China and a hoe count like Tiger woods… Only me, Jesus, and my defense attorney would know the truth.
Get it together people. You virtual dress is tucked into your virtual panties and you are walking down street clueless and people are laughing their asses off at you.
More on this later…
