My "day job" revealed

This is totally random... I used to work at Valet Girls... (my day job if you will) we were an all female valet parking company and my supervisor got us a gig to do a little valet stunt on the TV show "Wanna Bet" so they buried this little Brit Mini in a sea of 50 black cars and we had I think 2 or 3 minutes to get the car out, meanwhile celebs were betting on whether we could do it or not, and the money they won went to their favorite charity. That's me Katherine Norland on the left and Jade on the right.

Still Photo from the show "Wanna Bet"

Slash, Tommy and RT

I was going through my pix and I ran across this... this is my hubby RT Norland, DP extraordinaire... you probably recognize Slash standing next to him from the great 80's hair band... he hasn't changed a bit hugh?

They were at an art show for the Phenomenal painter Tommy Hollenstein, whom RT was filming for a documentary. Tommy's art work is so inspiring, the things he can do without a brush and only the wheels of his wheel chair! You should really check him out. www.TommyHollenstein.com

Sparks Game

Arlene and I (she in green top and me in pink) went to the Sparks game at the Staples center in September... compliments to the I Have A Dream Program. Why aren't you a mentor? It's a great thing to be! Who doesn't want to pass on their knowledge and make someone else's life a little easier... funny thing is, you usually end up learning a lot more from your mentee than you ever expected. :)

Obsessed with Notetaking

I've been made fun of because I take notes on my notes. Once I fill a notebook up, I read through it all, write on the cover what's in that notebook and the dates, and then I have a new notebook that I write in all the great golden nuggets that I've learned and taken notes on so I don't forget them, it's a continual process and sometimes I don't learn right away, so I end up taking notes on my notes on my notes, etc... I learned from my high school shop teacher that "The dullest pencil is better than the sharpest mind". As much as I get harassed for this, people marvel at how I can remember certain things. But the truth is I don't initially remember at all, but the repetition of rereading my notes has made all the difference.

burn me at the stake

My friend Judy sent me a picture of this horse, he has two different colored eyes. I have been compared to cats, dogs and horses and every other person they can think of who also has them.

"Oh, I met someone once who had that". I used to joke and say at a party I could always mess with the drunk people when they pointed out that I had two different colored eyes I could freak out and say "Oh my gosh, don't step anywhere! I lost my contact!" then I could have a group of drunks searching the floor for the alleged contact. tee hee :). I guess besides being compared to dogs and cats, the weirdest one is usually when they say that if I lived during the Salem witch trials, I would have been burned at the stake; and they say it in such a way as if they are trying to get me worried that it might happen to me, or with a twinkle of pleasure in their eye like they are picturing it right then?

Greed. Just thinking out loud

I've been involved with some business deals lately and I'm finding greed to be quite a scary thing. Normal everyday people turn into these green monsters and you don't recognize them anymore. Your best friend, or business partner will disclaim you for a half a percent. It's really ridiculous. Sure I like money as much as the next gal, could always use some more. I find it very helpful in accomplishing things, and paying your electricity bill and eating is always nice.

But, the greed, lies, and money hungry deceit are no joke. Sometimes it's the people you thought would take a bullet for you that prove to be the worst. Where does human relationships fit in with all this going after the mighty buck? Why would anyone trade in a good relationship for something as fleeting as money. So what if it's a few hundred, thousand or million; should the number matter? There are a lot of things money can't buy. It can't give you health, it can't fix a broken heart (sure you can drown emotional pain out with drugs or anything material or flesh you like for a price) but the effects wear off. Then what happens when you have everyTHING you want at the expense of everyBODY?

I seriously could go on for at least a half hour, but I'll spare you the sermon. Just thinking out loud.

In the Sound Booth

I have been recording all the poems from my book "Poetic Prescriptions for Pesky Problems" for the audio book. Wow it is a lot of hard work! I'm thinking I need to take some voice lessons, or more so, swiming lessons, whatever kind of lessons will teach me how to have more breath control. We have hours and hours of footage to go through, sometimes I had to do 10 takes, multiply that for 77 poems!