When It Rains It Pours

I normally agree with this, most-time accurate, analogy, but when I break it down literally I don't know why it's a negative thing.

What's worse than misty, spitting, drizzly, rain?  If it's going to rain, I just assume have it pour.

On the other hand, why is it universally true that when you have a great boyfriend, you meet five others after having only met troll after troll, or no one at all, for the prior 9 - 10 months in a row?!  Or, what about getting a good job finally and then a dream opportunity comes knocking, or two, or three?  Have plans this weekend?  Now you have 15 invitations, each better than the one you just committed to after you've gotten out of the first four or five somehow.

I attribute it all to timing.  The universe has a funny way of timing things pretty badly sometimes.  Maybe it's just me.  I've always noticed a pattern of bad timing, whether it's something pretty minor like getting in the other lane the nano-second the traffic starts to move in the lane I just abandoned, or some major career move at the wrong time or geographical move and realizing I shoulda, woulda, coulda.  My dear friend pointed out, however, that I have a bad habit of assuming the grass is much greener in everyone else's yard.
I guess the key is to live in the moment and hope that everything happens for a reason, is meant to be and/or insert your favorite cliche here!

I do like a good downpour whether it's rain or snow, but I'd like, just once, to meet the right person at the right time, get the right job and stick to it, have it be sunny AND hot at the same time, and last, but not least, go outside and sing in the pouring rain!

Enjoy whichever element is your fav.

~ Kate

Why Don't We Say What We Mean?

In the era of being open, honest, and in touch with our feelings, why is it so hard to say what we mean?  Are we that worried about what people will think?  Are we so obsessed with pleasing people other than ourselves or not hurting anyone's feelings?  Uhhh, YES.

There is no simple solution to this paradox.  I truly believe honestly and communication are the best policies, but I would rather squash something that may have hurt me or made me angry in the moment, rather than be open and honest and turn it into a thing.  Conversely, while I always get hurt feelings and never ever feel quite the same once told off (even when completely warranted), I have tremendous respect the person telling me "I don't like it when you, or it pissed me off then you did this, or that shade of lipstick is hideous on you, or I know we have plans, but I'm just not feeling up to it tonight....".  I wish I were as courteous to myself as I am to others.

I am also a firm believer in treating your significant other, whether a spouse, boyfriend, girlfriend, or roommate, aka those who know us THE BEST and love us anyway, better than you would treat a stranger.  I am adopting the very important philosophy that you should treat your loved one politely, lovingly and say and do the things you would to a stranger such as, "please and thank you", holding your tongue when you want to scream, asking if he or she minds if you change the channel on the television and never calling names or saying the ever popular in a relationship "f-you, or you're an a-hole!".  I mean who says that to someone they care about or respect even a little bit?!?  Really.

As for the very simple topic of this rant, I humbly offer that we don't always say what we mean, because being polite or not starting something fairly insignificant can sometimes wisely take precedent over doing exactly what we want to all of the time and/or sparing someones feelings.  In many and most cases, however, I do firmly stipulate that the truth shall indeed set you free.  NEVER lie, but don't say every little insulting thing that pops into your head.

Like my Aunt Helen says, if you don't have something nice to say, come sit by me and spill it!

I very honestly mean, have a lovely Wednesday!!

~ Kate

Time Flys

Where does the time go?  Is it me or does EVERYONE say that these days?  Whether you are religious or not, one must ponder, does God or the universe have us on fast-forward?  Has he/she/it thrown up their hands in disgust saying "..... forget it.  Let's get on with this already..."?

I remember dying to be eight years old so I could play the recorder like my sister Andi in 4th grade.  I couldn't wait.  I thought eight would be the greatest year and it felt like an eternity to reach it.  Waiting, waiting, waiting.  Time ticking by so slowly.  Remember marking red X's on a calendar?  Waiting to check each day off.  What did it feel like to anticipate Christmas morning?  I can remember having butterflies, actual butterflies, when trying to go to sleep while dreaming of all of those presents that would magically appear in the living room by 5 or 6 AM.  These days the only thing even resembling that feeling is when I've had far too much coffee and have to catch a plane somewhere I actually want to go.  That's more anxiety than excitement though.

The other regrettable part of my existence lately is wishing each week for Friday, then clinging helplessly to Saturday, tick- tock, tick- tock....Sunday, oh no, overslept, it's already 10:30AM! This means I only have eight and a half hours until I should go to bed because I get up at 5:45AM on Monday.  I always end up going to bed after midnight just so that I can squeeze out a couple extra hours of my, oh so precious, weekend.  It's not that I dread work, I just dread having to do the same thing day after day and having to be somewhere, anywhere I don't want to be or being somewhere I didn't just randomly end up at.  I like having things to do, who doesn't?, but it's the having to do that's the bugger.  At any rate, I wish for Fridays all week, every week, and somehow end up 20 years later and haven't accomplished a thing or done much other than wait for Fridays.  Ugh.  I want the week to pass by quickly, but, at the same time, for time to stand still.  Quite the conundrum.

I try and will continue to try adopting the Buddhist philosophy of living in the moment.  I will try to enjoy each moment for whatever good I can find in it,  whatever fun I can derive from it.  I will not compare my life to others'.  I will appreciate waking up alive each morning.  I will appreciate little things like getting the giggles when I lie on my back, looking at the ocean, Rocco running and barking in his sleep, fresh sheets, SLEEP, coffee when I'm not drinking it to stay awake, and writing ;)

Ok World, slow down, please??

I hope you are enjoying your moment as we speak.

~ Kate

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

We had a great 2010, but looking forward to an even better 2011.

Hope yours is wonderful too!!

~ Kate

Show "Business"

People get into show business, no matter what side of it, to have a non-desk job, flexibility and light-hearted good fun.  They want to work outside the grind.  Sadly the contrary is very much true.

I have been the "The Business" for 15 years now and I must say, I'm on call more than some doctors I know.  Never mind the absolute constant and unwarranted amount of drama each day surmounting to more than the medical, legal and construction industries combined, that one must endure whether they are in front of the camera or behind it.  EVERY LITTLE THING is the creation of the wheel or the end of the world.

Let's talk about the 12 - 15 hour days, nope, not curing cancer, rather making sure someone doesn't miss out on their Taco Bell audition or getting that last shot of Lady Gaga riding off into the sunset on Sunset ;)

It's my very humble opinion, but greed never rears its ugly head more than in the entertainment industry.  If  I were in charge of the world (ok, this country.....ok, Los Angeles, CA) I would make it mandatory that people take 3-day weekends, a minimum of 30 days off per calendar year, work a maximum of 7 hours per day, and all holidays + 1 day to recuperate.  Think of how motivated you are right before a vacation and how rested and revitalized you are when you return from a couple of weeks in the sunshine drinking pina coladas.  Also, don't you just want one more day each weekend?  2 days are not long enough to catch up on my laundry let alone take a weekend trip or even a stay-cation.  We as Americans take ourselves far too seriously and are far to greedy to ever adopt the 4-day work week or siesta like they do in Europe.  People take the entire Summer off in most countries!  Not here.  Some greedy jerk would look at as a get ahead opportunity!  We'll work SIX days a week and make more money than the other guys!

America! Let's enjoy living as well as working and take adequate time for our families and friends.  Life is short.  We only get one.  Who cares if you are able to pay the mortgage if you never get to go home??







I propose that this new year we slow down, stop worrying and enjoy our days on as well as our days off and here's to more of the latter!

Entertainment industry! Now hear this!  IT'S NOT THAT SERIOUS!!!!! IT'S ENTERTAINMENT!!!

Happy new year!!

~ Kate

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year??

It's Christmas time again.  Isn't weird how you are incredibly hard pressed to find one person who doesn't say "I can't believe it's already Christmas AGAIN so soon!".

It is equally a labyrinthine task to find someone, anyone, who isn't over-stressed, run down and complaining about this "wonderful time of the year".

Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to accomplish the Herculean task of buying the perfect gift for every acquaintance, co-worker, friend and family member by the deadline December 25th or sooner depending on when one celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ collectively!!??

In a time when Christmas carols, eggnog, the smell of the cold and pine needles should reign supreme, we're busy in on line at Target at 3:00 in the morning mapping out our strategy and game plan to rip that new flat screen from the hands of the guy who got on line five minutes before we did.

What happened to the sheer excitement of it all?  The counting down the eternally long month of December on our little cardboard Advent calendars??  What happened to all of the parties and the fun of it??

Are we all just that broke that Christmas has become as insurmountable as a jaunt up Mt. Kilimanjaro?

I just want to smell the homey scent of pine needles and caramel corn and have all day to sit around in my pajamas making lists and writing Christmas cards, yet somehow I've managed year after year to turn it into an alarm clock-setting, up at dawn, plan of attack, have-to, nightmare.

Next year I'm starting in September.

For now I'll remember the real reason for the season, as they say, and realize that having too many wonderful friends and family and the ability to even buy presents is a wonderful problem to have!!

Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah and a very happy and, most importantly, healthy, new year!


~ Kate

Been A While :(

Sorry, ya'll.  I'm a really bad blogger, but every now and then I check in.  I'll work on it!!

This morning's 6:30am yoga class hearkened me back to an oldie [rant], but a goodie.

What's with the half-naked men at my gym!?? Is nudity necessary in public and before it's even light out!? Is that black super V that hot!? Reeeeeallly??  Your burn-out wife beater got you sweating to the point you need to strip that Kleenex-equivalent of a t-shirt off?

That's about it.  Like I said, I know I've covered this before, but it still continues and it's still gross.

OK, you get the idea ;)

Happy Monday!!

xo ~ Kate