I was out of the country on Father’s Day this year. However, I am not letting that be an excuse for not acknowledging the most amazing man in my life, my dad.
The next two months will be filled with family, celebration, and travel. Not to mention I have something up my sleeve that I'm super excited about.Today is a special day! It’ a day when we all get to recognize the most important women in our lives, mothers. And the beautiful thing about mothers is that I’m surround by them. There are so many women in my life who inspire me and make me a better woman.
But the biggest thank you of all goes to my own mother.
Dear Mom,
Your beauty and spirit inspire me. I am so honored to be your daughter and so proud that we have such a strong relationship. It’s all because of you. I am always humbled by your intelligence and Joie de vivre. I love your determination to challenge yourself and explore new places and things. I love the pride you take in our home and family. I love that you’re effortlessly beautiful. I love that you correct my grammar. I love that I feel beautiful and intelligent around you. But most of all, I know how blessed I am to call you my mother. I love you more than anything else in the world.
Love,
Kenzie
P.S. -- This post wouldn't be complete without a little help from my good friend Celine Dion.
Have you ever met someone older than you and thought, “Ahhh, I want your life!”Well, I have. Upon taking my first Improv class I met my wonderful teacher Kate Spencer. She’s a writer for The Fab Life blog, has her own hilarious blog, is a yoga teacher, teaches improv at Upright Citizens Brigade, AND has lived in South Africa.
Oh wait, AND she’s a fan of Twilight. Oh, AND she got to interview Adele and Kelly Clarkson and Robert Pattinson. AND she’s hilarious.
I’m so glad she Twitter’s and blogs because following her around 24/7, yet never being close enough to get caught, would just be so inconvenient for me right now.
(NOTE: This is officially my 100th post, yay!)
Every time I go to get my eyebrows waxed the same thing occurs… “Oh, your hair is so thick! You have too much if it! You should have come sooner.”I have thick hair? What?...Yes, I am aware.
When it looks like you had a face-lift at 7-years-old because you wanted your mother to fit all of your hair into a single hair band... that’s some thick hair.
They also don’t stop scolding! I promise you (without exaggeration) my eyebrowist told me how thick my hair was and how I should come in sooner every 30sec. EVERY 30 SECONDS!
I want to say back to them, “Yes I’m fully aware! I heard you the first 37 times…that’s why I’m here!”
Maybe I should move to France.
I know it's been while. Working on a movie takes a lot of me. But I'm here now, so let's get on with it : )
It's March and spring is fast approaching, which means rain is fast approaching. Sweet! As blogged before, I love the rain.
However, one thing I do not love are umbrellas. I'm not an umbrella person. I know you're probably like "Wait, you can be (or not be) an umbrella person? I didn't know that was an option."
Well, folks, it is! And these are the reasons I would rather just get wet then carry around a metal tree.
1. Folding up a wet umbrella usually gets everything around it wet, defeating the purpose of having one.
2. When passing people on the street with an umbrella, there's always the awkward, "who going over/under?" or "Am I going to get hit in the eye this time?" (It's happened before)
3. They always break, or flip inside out
4. They usually aren't big enough for two people, therefore one of your side ends up getting wet anyway.
5. They are annoying to carry because it automatically eliminates the use of one hand.
So I say, get wet, be merry, and then just laugh at your self. Seriously people, who can keep a straight face with wet hair?
Over the last week, I have laughed myself to sleep three whole nights. And I’m not talking about chuckling at a funny line in a movie, or smiling while reading an amusing article, I’m talking about full-out uncontrollable belly laughing.
At what you ask? Myself.
I was attempting to be sexy while putting on body lotion. But I was in an oversized sweatshirt…and then lotion bottle farted.
That was it, composure gone. The laughing started and did not end. What perpetuated the laughter was knowing my suitemates could hear my hysterics and probably thought I was crazy…or hilarious.
The laughing continued the next night. And then the next. The more I thought about the ridiculousness of my life (i.e currently living in a castle) the more I laughed.
I don’t know what’s happening but I like it. I hope this becomes a trend. Who knew going to sleep could be so much fun!
For the past two nights I've been giggling myself to sleep in the Officer's Wing Bedroom of the Amsterdam Castle.
This is our set. Favorite part: the mountains in the background.
This is how I got to set.
Note: I didn't ride the ATV... I was pulled in the luxurious back compartment. It was amazing!
The ice is 20 inches thick...but I was still nervous I'd fall through.
Only some of the equipment our amazing crew had to haul out to the ice.
Another grand shot.
I could take/post a million of these pictures because it's so cool out there. But I won't, you'll get bored.
This is so my parents know I'm properly equipped for the cold...at least until it snows again.
The beauty of living in any major city, and taking public transportation everywhere, is the amount of people watching it allows you to do.
Walking around New York, I come across or pass hundreds (maybe thousands?) of faces a day. I can’t tell you the number of times I think, “Wow, that person is really good looking… I wonder if they have any idea?”
Chances are no, they don’t. Because I’m not talking about the obvious models that run around and scream "look at me!" I’m noticing the normal people, regardless of age, height, or weight. The people that are just running to catch the subway train bundled up in 30 layers with another 30 things on their mind.
Not to get preachy, but we’re a beautiful species. We walk standing up, we eat with forks and knives, and we can exfoliate! So let’s take a second to appreciate how good looking we all are.
And let me just say…you look great today!
There is a blog. A great blog. A beer blog that I must recommend. It’s called Take One Down, and I have a feeling it will soon become one of those go-to blogs that everyone reads.
As someone who is not fond of beer (give me a sweet cocktail any day!) I happily sit and read this blog, all while laughing and learning. Two birds one stone here people. It explores the world of Kraft beer and basks in the joy of sticking it to the man. It’s hilarious.
And I know what your thinking, “if you don’t like beer how did you find a beer blog?” Well, you see my brilliant roommate is the blog’s author. I have witnessed the happy blood sweat and tears gone into the blog and I can tell you it’s legit.
So go, drink, and be merry. Or don’t do any of those things…just go read : )
Dear Magazines,
Oh how I love thee. Making the clock move ever so swiftly while I’m gasping for breath at the fitness center emporium. However, with a lack of employment and finances, life is forcing me to banish you out of my life!…at least, it’s trying to.
But, ha! I am too clever for it’s evil ways and have discovered a delightful way around this banishment. The fitness center emporium! Yes indeed, the emporium boards a myriad of magazines upon its shelves! What delight! Taking one…two…or three home at one time goes unnoticed ; )
I, of course, will return you to your rightful home once I have gazed at your beautiful pages. Soaking up all your knowledge of the past and future months. For this will be our little secret.
Ever Yours,
McKenzie
In this delightful economy I’ve had to apply to a few jobs…and by a few I mean a crazy ridiculous amount. Having to rewrite my cover letter so many times not only becomes tedious, but it’s starting to sound androgynous and boring.
That’s why yesterday I said, “I hope in the future we’ll just be able to record a video message for jobs instead of sending a letter. That way they can see how excited and passionate you are for the position.”
Sure enough, as soon as I said those words my friend Katie sent me a job posting that wanted exactly that…a video resume. Finally, a chance to shine!
What I did not consider was how it would actually look and sound to record your resume. Cut to: Jack Donaghy filming a product integration video for GE.
Jack Donaghy - Product Integration
Call Me Orlando | MySpace Video
In short, it wasn't pretty. Maybe it’s a good thing I'm sticking to paper.
This is going to be a good year I can feel it! One reason is because last week I had my Tarot Cards read. Stop…I know what your thinking. I’m handing my money away to some stranger who will tell me good things so I will pay her more money. Nope, not the case.
There was no Voodoo-like art up, candles, or incense. No smoke and mirrors. In fact, it was just a blank white room, with a table and chair, in an office building/healing center. My reader was wonderful, and frank, and I loved her.
I won’t get into the details of the whole reading because there was a lot. However, my favorite part: at one point she actually said, “You're being a bitch to your soul. You need to stop whining and listen to her, she knows what’s up.”
So that is my new years resolution for 2010: stop being a bitch and trust my gut. We’ll see what happens!
**My Tarot Card reader looked nothing like the creepy woman in the picture
