Gratitude and Slippers in the snow

30 01 2014

unnamedThis is day 3 of Sleet-ageddon and I am experiencing some cabin fever. I stepped out onto my back patio and expected to sink into the 2 inches of snow accumulated there. As you can see, I did not sink. The snow that fell in the evening was mixed with sleet. It covered the ground with ice. Let’s just say that this precipitation will safely hold over 125 pounds. Very safely.

Wilmington is virtually shut down due to icy driving hazards. There are news reports of wrecks all over town. We don’t do snow tires or snow chains in South East North Carolina. However, I am pretty sure that everyone I know  made it to the store to buy bread and milk (and beer for some) before the first snowflake (make that sleetball) hit the ground.

I can’t count how many times I have thought about Ed’s answer to people who ask what brought him to Wilmington. “I tied a snow shovel to the roof of the car and drove south. When someone asked me what it was, I stopped.” His other favorite joke was, “Sometimes I wake up grumpy. Sometimes I just let her sleep.” I never got that one.

My oak floors were scheduled to begin installation today. It probably will not happen for another 3 days now. I am disappointed but, my PollyAnna side is just grateful that I was not stranded in my car on I-20 in Atlanta for 21 hours as some folks were. I am safe and warm in my house with a refrigerator full of food.

unnamed-1I tried to take Bella out for a short walk on my street. Between her doing the splits and me, fake skating along in my Uggs, we turned around within five minutes and headed for the safety of our torn up, semi- carpeted floor.

I was surprised when the floor man told me that he had been chewed out a couple of times this morning because he was not able to get his installers in to work. One man reamed him because he will not have his oak floors in time for his Super Bowl party! It is not like they took a day off to go fishing. Although, that does happen around here sometimes… but not this time! All of our news stations are reporting that the Sherif’s department is requesting that people stay off the roads.


I guess I have just had some real stuff going on these past few weeks. Two of my friends have gone to meet their maker. My friend Ruthie passed of cancer of the uterus and my friend “Cuz” passed suddenly of complications from the flu. Both leave beautiful families behind. Another friend has contracted some weird bacteria that left him in the hospital for 45 days! During that time his kidneys failed, he was on life support, had both legs amputated below the knees and some fingers amputated off both hands. His pain level from the amputations was so intense that they had to keep him knocked out on heavy duty pain meds to the point that he was hallucinating and having terrors! He and his wife are raising 5 adopted children all under the age of 10! By the Grace of God, he is alive and undergoing intense rehab to learn to move all over again.

If not getting my oak floors in as scheduled is my biggest problem, I am very blessed.

These are some of the fund raising pages for two of my friends. If you feel like you can give anything to either one of these, your donation will be used well and so appreciated.



Perfect inner date

20 01 2014

I am going out on a date tonight. Did I just hear you gasp? It shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise should it? It had to happen sooner or later.
I have had my eye on this one for quite a while now. Of course, I tried not to be completely consumed (that would just be creepy) but I have seen a lot of change and growth over the course of time. Stylish, witty, fun loving, compassionate and pretty. Yes, I said pretty because she is. Did you just gasp again? Do you need to go get a drink of water?
And… wait for it… she loves purple. Sounds like me doesn’t she? That’s because she is me.
I am taking myself out on a dinner date tonight. I am going to treat myself just like I would like a date to treat me. I will walk myself to the car instead of tooting the horn out front. I will open the car door for myself and then close it after I am safely inside. We will go to whatever restaurant happens to be my favorite this evening and my driving will be impeccable. When I am walked to my table, the chair will be pulled out, either by me or the host seating me. The most delectable item on the menu will be chosen and I will do the ordering. I will regale myself with funny stories, all in my mind of course, and I shall make it appoint not to snort when I laugh (to myself). When the dinner date is over, I will pay the bill AND leave the tip. This date is not double dutch. Then I will go get the car. I would bring it around to the front of the restaurant but my date will not have it. I insist on walking to the car with me. Once I get back to the house, I will open my car door and walk me to the door. I will not presume to kiss myself at the door. When I am invited in, I will not try to get into my pants. Until, that is, it is time for bed and then I will get into my pajamas.
Wish me luck. By the way, the title is not a typo.

Bullies and a senior citizen

19 01 2014

On one of my frequent driving excursions for work, I enjoyed a lunch break in front of the fireplace at Cracker Barrel. The first thing the smiling waitress said as she came to take my order was, “I love your hair!” During my lunch, a woman somewhat older than me made it a point to stop on her way by my table to say, “I love your hair. You go girl.” I am not a stranger to comments like these. In fact, if a couple of days go by where no one compliments my hair, I know it is time to touch up my hair color. Purple fades very quickly. If I were not a hair stylist and able to do my own hair color in between salon visits I would never attempt to pull off this color. I love my fabulous, short, mohawk haircut by Paula at  Elsewhere Salon in Wilmington, NC and I love the Pimpin’ Purple hair color we use to make my mohawk POP.

Photo 104

There is another side to this coin of many compliments. After my lunch on that day, I was leaving the restaurant and heading to my car when I noticed two men entering the restaurant were staring at me. I kept them in my line of vision with a side glance and this is what I saw. They were both smiling. Not the kind and friendly sort of smile but that ridiculing, half smirky, bullying type of smile. One elbowed the other and nodded his head in my direction, which was not really necessary since they were both staring at me already. Then, they looked at each other and burst out laughing, loud and mean spirited. I turned my head to make eye contact with one of the big shots, gave him my most charming smile, tilted my head and winked at him. They both smiled a much kinder smile and then stumbled over each other on the way in the door. I had to giggle when they both, still looking at me, shrugged their shoulders at the same time. I shrugged back at them and proceeded to giggle all the way to my car.

As I got back onto the highway, I replayed that scene and realized a couple of things. First of all, it is true what they say; mean people really do suck. Grown men bullies act pretty much the same as junior high bullies. Bullies are cowards. They band together with like minded creeps to give each other validation. What a boring and non-creative way to spend a life.

Second, I have grown into a confident woman. There was a day when something like that would have completely devastated my day. I am quite happy to know that is not the case, most times, anymore. I can still fall into that pit on occasion but, after a mere six decades, I have grown comfortable with some things about me. I have a quirky sense of style for myself. My world is not rocked anymore when I discover that someone has completely missed seeing what an awesome woman I am. I like the color purple, I like to smile, I like to make people laugh and I like to see people smile. I am not afraid of bullies. I am glad I made the two nice ladies smile. I am glad I made the bullies laugh. And I am glad they made me giggle… all the way to the car.

A gift of rejection

15 01 2014

This ADD brain has spiked off the charts in the past few years. Whenever I sit down to write, my brain explodes into a million shards of brilliant ideas. I reach out and grab one, just one, to write about.

I tell myself, “You can do this, Coni. It will be intelligent and interesting. Make this idea into a short story. Maybe turn it into a poem. Nah, that is easier said than done.  Just make a cup of coffee first in the Keurig. It only takes a minute and then you can settle in and create. Who ever thought up the premise for a Keurig Coffee maker? Oh look, I am almost out of Columbian Fair Trade pods. Better put that on the shopping list then I can just wash these breakfast dishes while I wait for the coffee to brew. Hey! Oh no you don’t ADD. You are not gong to take me down a rabbit trail today. Whatever a rabbit trail is. Where do we come up with these sayings? Oh, hahaha. Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall. I get it.” *sips coffee while staring out window*

I finished my last job, Sleepy Hollow, on December 30. Since then, I have been catching up on my rest, re-connecting with friends that are not in the movie business and re-decorating my house. That means, I need to go back to work soon. I am going to leave this for a minute and shoot out a resume right now. Don’t go away.

Resume sent! Now, where were we? Oh yeah, jobs.

I received an unusual gift a few months ago. A low budget movie came to my town and I would have liked to head up the hair department. I sent my resume upon request of the make up artist who had interviewed for her position. I was informed that my resume was “not very impressive.” I was shocked, insulted and horrified. The body of work that I have been blessed to perform over the past 19 + years looked pretty impressive to me. So, how is this a gift?, you ask.

I had a choice to make. Do I just blow them off or do I need to re-evaluate how I am presenting my work? I chose the latter. The most helpful thing I did was to show my resume to a fellow hair stylist, (she actually got the job I was seeking) who was gracious enough to give me some wonderful advice. I spent about a week putting together a good amount of information and I used a completely different format. I even contacted a couple of producers that I  have worked with over the years and asked their permission to use them as a reference. The result was humbling and fulfilling. I double dog dare someone to look at my body of work and label it as unimpressive again. Thanks go out to the un-named production who gave me a wake up call. I can not just rest on my laurels. I am still in the game and must put my best self out there.

Here is one iota of what I get to do for a living and a shameless use of celebrity photo to get your attention.

Marilyn Manson , wigged to look like the 1970s

Marilyn Manson , wigged to look like the 1970s