The key to life…via Will Smith

Oh, Will Smith…you are really doing it for me right now.

Speaking of running…marathon training has started. That’s 26.2 miles, justsoyaknow. I did it last year…barely. Now I’ve committed myself again…no thanks to a certain Wolf Shorty out there 😉

Here’s to 4 months of running…a shit ton. This time I’m cross training to avoid the 13 extra pounds that snuck their way onto my hips, buttocks, and thighs. Keep the goldfish (cracker not the fish) away from me, I’m on a mission to get lean this time.

Yours taking advice from a Man in Black,




I’ve been thinking of babies more than I probably should be lately.

It’s not really like I want one now. I just want one (or 4) eventually and I guess my ovaries are feeling impatient, because dang they all look so cute.

And I think they know, because lately when I go out I see their little baby eyes staring at me.

Why are they looking at me like they want me to hold them? And play with them. And read them bedtime stories after we make chocolate milk. Because I would! THEY KNOW!

What is with me and this baby craziness? Mr. M has dubbed it bay-cray, for short. I can feel it starting to wear off and then Wolf Shorty posts something that mentions her girls. These are the kind of kids you would dream of having. And then the feeling comes back. And I start imagining myself as a mother and then I lose it.

I can’t wait to be in the place in my life where I can make a baby with someone I love. I’m going to enjoy every moment. Until they scream at me and tell me they hate me 😉 There’s no rush, I’ve got at least 7 more years sans-tiny feet. But man, am I the only person suffering from this Bay-Cray syndrome?

Yours loving all this baby talk,


Do something impossible

It’s really important to me to challenge myself.

Think of something you feel would be impossible for you to do. I’m not talking the kind of impossible that requires astrophysics or bringing back the dead all Necromacer style…but just something that you never in a million years think that you could do.

For me, that was running a marathon.

I truly believed I never could do it. Even during training, I was mindlessly running towards a big question mark. I was afraid I would fail, but I said…oh hey, what the heck, all my best stories come from failure anyways, so let’s do this. And I did it. And it hurt. And it was hilarious.

It rained from the beginning…the race start time was pushed back 30 minutes to 7:00am. But it didn’t matter, it was still raining. The rain went away for all of 10 minutes around mile 17, and then it came back with 40 degree winds and hail. Point being, it sucked. But I had Wolf Shorty there by my side to feel the pain and laugh with with me when pellets of ice came shooting from the sky. Between her hobbling hip and my cough & cold, we were already falling apart. And the rain, hail, 40 degrees was just a really good joke at a certain point.

I do have to say that it super helped to have Mr. M and 1foot weathering the weather, and holding up their hand-made signs that said, “You run good!” to move my ass along. But when I got back and peeled off my clothes with numb fingers I noticed something weird…my feet were blue. Blue. Not bluish…BLUE. Hypothermia was probably in my near future.

But my point is really that we should all do more things we find impossible. I think I’m going to make a list. Fuck bucket lists. That just sounds stupid, I’m sorry. I’m talking about a Master of Impossibilities List. It’s just a dramatic way of saying “crazy ass goals,” s’all really.

Now what should I put on my fancy sounding list…I’m thinking something like…

-Move to New York in Fall 2012 and Rock It. Be super successful (by my terms) in 2 years! So by the time I’m 29 I should be super duper proud of myself!

-Get a job at Kickstarter and rock it!

-Produce a movie that premieres at Sundance Film Festival and gets picked up by Focus Features. Yay! And then rock it.

-Go to Cannes Film Festival in 2012 as an American Pavilion mentor with my two lady friends, and (of course) rock it.

Yours always adding to the list and attempting to rock it,