Shaking the Tree

Well, my 7-month pregnancy is over. (we were in denial the first 2 months so it's been a short one lol) On July 31st we welcomed Addi into our little family. When I first discovered I was pregnant, I was in shock! I thought I was done having kids. Moreover, I thought I was done being pregnant. I don't enjoy pregnancy like some women. I'd have had more kids if I didn't have to endure the 9 months of being uncomfortable or sick and what have you. But I will say that in the end, it's all worth it. And love, at first sight, takes over. Mary

I've been sitting here thinking about things and in a roundabout way and the subject of my dad came up. See, I tend to have my dad on a pedestal, he can do no wrong in my eyes. My husband makes fun of me all the time about it. The little girl in me still can't get enough of him. My teenage parent's shotgun wedding didn't last. As a matter of fact, the thought of my bio-parents... together... weird. I have only one memory of us together at Disneyland, and it's a vague one at that. (Hubs thinks this is the seed of my Disneyland obsession) Anyway being the daughter of teen parents wasn't easy, they made many mistakes and relied on family members to help take care of me until I was about 5 years old. I am grateful in my case that I wasn't given up for adoption, which was the trend back in the early '70s. They both did the best they could with their given situations. Trust me, not all 17 year old boys turn out to be such caring individuals. My p

So obviously it's been forever and a day since I have blogged. Today I was bored, I've watched way too much television, searched Craigslist more than I ever care to again, and Facebooked to death. so I thought why not check out the blog o sphere. Lots of my old blogger friends have abandoned their blogs as well. It made me kind of sad. So, time for an update... Well, the last year has been incredibly crazy and filled with surprises, sadness, and changes. I think last I left off here I announced our move to California and I was on the road with a client running for political office. Well, we survived the election even though she lost. Would I ever do a political campaign again? Probably not, just not my thing, but the money was right for the time since business was so bad last year. The kids have adjusted rather well to California. Come to find out, there were a few things our son was happy to leave behind in B.C. One was a bully! That's another post for another time. B

Now that I've moved to a new market and this gig is winding down, only 15 more days, its time for me to put my marketing cap on and Start Up Again.  Pound the pavement so to speak.  These thoughts have brought me to a Diary entry. So you're a fabulous makeup artist, you live and breathe with your brushes and your palettes.  You spend every dime you make at your part time job on the latest and greatest at the cosmetic counters. Forget rent, you can live on the streets but you CAN'T live without that persimmon eyeshadow. You are ready to take the next step, your fabulous your fresh and you are ready to conquor.  Not only do you look the part, you feel the part. So now what?  Heres where this career gets really confusing.  Most newbie makeup artists hit a major turning point early on during the survival of the most marketable phase.  As I've mentioned before in other entries, you must build a portfolio of your work with images that are sell-able.  Not necessarily image

I've worked with many politicians over the years, even the last presidential election.  I thought I was an average informed citizen back then.  I watched the commercials, read the papers, listened to speeches and made my decision at the polls.  When I was unsure, I voted my party plain and simple. Recently I've been politially checked in.  I've also been lucky enough to get to know candidates on a more personal level.  The nasty view the public gets from the media, is just sad.  Really really sad.  The information we recieve as voters isnt about the truth, its about selling a story.  The fight between candidates is just nasty, the mud slinging and the smear campaigns are seriously engorged. I tell ya, its part of what is wrong with America.  Our founding fathers didn't mean for political service to be a career.  They meant it to be just that a service, not a lifetime of government.  I don't know, it bugs me. How's the race in your neck of the woods? Mary

Well the cat is out of the bag. And I feel good about it. The suppression was stifling. We've moved!! We boxed up our house and drove it to California.  We left our beloved Boulder City, its so very incredibly sad.  I'm still in denial however, just call me Cleopatra, Queen of  De-Nile.  I haven't really had a chance to adjust, being that I'm on the road 5 to 6 days a week.  Mike and the kids are doing well, but Ace (the dog) and I, not so much.  But only 28 more days on the road and full reality will hit. My crown will shatter and I will have to deal.    I was considering keeping the move under wraps because news travels WAY too fast in the small world of production.  The minute someone hears (especially your competition) you've left a market or have taken of f on a long time gig, the local headlines explode like Linsay Lohan's latest stint in rehab.. " Mary RC Has Left Town, Who Will Work In Her Place?? "  within days, the phone stops ringing