Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Here is the promised film-acting debut by yours truly.
Warning. Two F-Bombs appear in the film with an assortment of other off-color words and the sound is a little rusty.
You can watch it on mute...if you are concerned about language. My lines are the loudest, which says something about me. And for the record, the baggy, striped pants have been sent to Stacey and Clinton of "What Not to Wear" fame. There is a reason they say not to wear stripes on television.
Should you want to watch it muted but still enjoy my lines are "Snacks anyone? I'll just go ahead and get some." And "Honey, your father is just doing what he thinks best for the family. Cookie?" So go ahead and enjoy lip-reading. The F-bombs appear right after my last line, when my poor "son" throws the cookie, thus rejecting his mother's love, and in the following scene.
If you aren't concerned about language and want to know the rest of the lines that might be a little too quiet, YouTube has sub-titles in the bottom right corner. Click the box to the far lower right and look for the CC then click the arrow.
And, Birdie, I hope you find this more entertaining than Cloverfield which I will avoid, thank you.