just a quick tid bit of information as i look a a mediocre rendition of statics, about my blog.. evidently i am being read here... in total since i began writing.. 1515, people from the u.s.a have viewed pages from the blog.. can u believe 33 page views came from the united kingdom, so who's reading there? and canada, 22 pg views.. hum.... now get this 11 page views are from denmark, incredible and oh this ones fascinating.. united arab emirates..7 seriously ..and 6 pages were viewed by someone in singapore & s. africa, 4 from russia, and even 3 page views were from france....
It would make it so much more interesting to find out who these readers were and how did they find me, not only that but it maybe that not only friends are reading.. now i admit to being counted as a reader but once i post i really don't look back at it.. i figure i read it 10 times before what more can i read.. as a non editing type, who cant type!! much less spell!! oh yes i have heard of spell check i just don't know how it is used in my circumstances, using this blog spot.. i just use the mac book dictionary.. which is a task in correction when 20 words are misspelled and or typed..
in any event i found this info very interesting.. and thought id share.. and would love my readers to try and find a way to show u r following as it helps me to know..
i also would like to share .. i love this.. though days pass when i don't write i find that after a few, i need to write, not like i just want to, which i do... but this feeling i can't breath.. that something is amiss if i haven't made a contribution to my blog.. like i get paid for this or something.. i wonder when i will know my readers, i'm good about not telling, ask anyone ..
so figure out how to become a follower and help me make this a real successful blog, that one day soon i will be recognized for.. may be just a dream.. but with any effort and luck, who knows where this will lead.. dreams do come true, and i do believe in fairies..
andrea and of course . . . crew
Friday 29 October 2010
It has been a week since i woke up, in a campground, wondering where the hell i was, each time almost, as i traveled through the summer and into the fall.. spent the week getting it all together, not missing a step, school, unpacking finally a bit yesterday, hanging up cloths now not so squished in such a small closet.. spending my day filling out applications for shows to work this coming winter, on my short visit, if u will, down or over in florida. While the crew visits their father, and i try and fill in 29 days, working and sleeping on the couches of friends state wide..please report back if u have a vacancy!!!I will be Travelin' Light....(BH)
At last I am completely alone, for the first time since i returned home, the crew at school, my roomies to work and school and Cassie out on a business run for some production or another, a cool breeze blowing gently through my kitchen window, the smell of the air, it's own distinct aroma of hollywood.. Having been up unusually late since i returned or is that so? Chatting with Cassie, listening to music, such a Root thing to do, here, and yet so different, but still the same, so hard to explain, i can not..
The memories of Summertime, seemingly far now in the past, as i look towards my winter ahead.. How 7 days can be so defining..
I made major decisions this week, as i realized i couldn't live with any more than the crew, at least not for a while, this is my work space, my office during the day, and i just couldn't have the distraction of the comings and goings of yet more people so sadly had to give notice to Mabel and her lovely daughter, MJ.. Then the discussion came up at my neighbor apt, Sherees and then Matt across the hall, the perils of having a room mate, and the risks one takes when taking a stranger,essentially in.. when i heard the stories, it reminded me much of my mothers story, (title withheld) The battle of staying a float , the sacrifices we have to make to pay the bills, but at what cost, i ask.. at the risk of my children's best interest? or safety,... seems now hard to even consider that.. and i had..
my only alternative is to work as much is as possible, find more good shows and spend as little as possible, on anything else ..but the rent.. food, transportation..
and keeping the lights and phone on, another few things we can not live without..
better safe than sorry, cheep once pay twice, all come to mind, as i make this choice.. the only one that makes any sense to me at all.. terrifying though.. faithful yet resident.. The first i've had to actually deal with in all these months it seems so much easier to just drive around ,place to place with out a care, i allowed myself.. no longer an option as i forge forward on this L.a adventure..
As I washed the dishes yesterday, I let the water run, seems such a normal thing to do.. as I Always shut the water off while soaping up dishes or self.. the day before was watching Maddie do dishes and with out even a thought watched her soaping up all the dishes the tap off, then turning the tap on to rinse, not even she realized she'd done that.. living on weekends with a water capacity of 50 gallons, learning the value of water, like the value of money.. spend thriftily.. the water, or the money..
and last nights consult with miss madeline, her tired tears over the long week a new school, classes, that make her run the gamut of a campus made for high schoolers, we toured yesterday, carrying a book bag filled with so many books, she claimed it wasn't as heavy as the Easy Up, the tent we use to set up our booth.. The over whelming work and the catch up.. the math that is now over my head.. and the letter requesting she be excused from a field trip to the museum of ART as she said, "I've just spent 16 weeks on a bus, going to art shows" !!!!!!... I wrote it..
and now the weekend ahead.. Halloween, Maddie as a hippy girl and mr Andres the cowboy, i myself the gypsy, hear the song gypsy by Stevie Nicks.. in the back ground, or how about gypsies tramps and thieves.. Cher..
i have music running through my mind ..
"As" was on the radio, by Stevie Wonder, from the album: Songs in the Key of life.. how fitting.. the album title.. as i found myself driving through hollywood this morn on our way to school..to its rhythm
and life goes on.. The streets of hollywood, our new road.. What a trip
Andrea and crew
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7ENPQzlUpY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L97pXkcMEds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOSZwEwl_1Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dX0pdsLVb0
food for thought... now that'd be nice huh?
At last I am completely alone, for the first time since i returned home, the crew at school, my roomies to work and school and Cassie out on a business run for some production or another, a cool breeze blowing gently through my kitchen window, the smell of the air, it's own distinct aroma of hollywood.. Having been up unusually late since i returned or is that so? Chatting with Cassie, listening to music, such a Root thing to do, here, and yet so different, but still the same, so hard to explain, i can not..
The memories of Summertime, seemingly far now in the past, as i look towards my winter ahead.. How 7 days can be so defining..
I made major decisions this week, as i realized i couldn't live with any more than the crew, at least not for a while, this is my work space, my office during the day, and i just couldn't have the distraction of the comings and goings of yet more people so sadly had to give notice to Mabel and her lovely daughter, MJ.. Then the discussion came up at my neighbor apt, Sherees and then Matt across the hall, the perils of having a room mate, and the risks one takes when taking a stranger,essentially in.. when i heard the stories, it reminded me much of my mothers story, (title withheld) The battle of staying a float , the sacrifices we have to make to pay the bills, but at what cost, i ask.. at the risk of my children's best interest? or safety,... seems now hard to even consider that.. and i had..
my only alternative is to work as much is as possible, find more good shows and spend as little as possible, on anything else ..but the rent.. food, transportation..
and keeping the lights and phone on, another few things we can not live without..
better safe than sorry, cheep once pay twice, all come to mind, as i make this choice.. the only one that makes any sense to me at all.. terrifying though.. faithful yet resident.. The first i've had to actually deal with in all these months it seems so much easier to just drive around ,place to place with out a care, i allowed myself.. no longer an option as i forge forward on this L.a adventure..
As I washed the dishes yesterday, I let the water run, seems such a normal thing to do.. as I Always shut the water off while soaping up dishes or self.. the day before was watching Maddie do dishes and with out even a thought watched her soaping up all the dishes the tap off, then turning the tap on to rinse, not even she realized she'd done that.. living on weekends with a water capacity of 50 gallons, learning the value of water, like the value of money.. spend thriftily.. the water, or the money..
and last nights consult with miss madeline, her tired tears over the long week a new school, classes, that make her run the gamut of a campus made for high schoolers, we toured yesterday, carrying a book bag filled with so many books, she claimed it wasn't as heavy as the Easy Up, the tent we use to set up our booth.. The over whelming work and the catch up.. the math that is now over my head.. and the letter requesting she be excused from a field trip to the museum of ART as she said, "I've just spent 16 weeks on a bus, going to art shows" !!!!!!... I wrote it..
and now the weekend ahead.. Halloween, Maddie as a hippy girl and mr Andres the cowboy, i myself the gypsy, hear the song gypsy by Stevie Nicks.. in the back ground, or how about gypsies tramps and thieves.. Cher..
i have music running through my mind ..
"As" was on the radio, by Stevie Wonder, from the album: Songs in the Key of life.. how fitting.. the album title.. as i found myself driving through hollywood this morn on our way to school..to its rhythm
and life goes on.. The streets of hollywood, our new road.. What a trip
Andrea and crew
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7ENPQzlUpY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L97pXkcMEds
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOSZwEwl_1Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dX0pdsLVb0
food for thought... now that'd be nice huh?
Sunday 24 October 2010
All i can say about sunday is .. i didn't drive.. i just couldn't.. i spent my day at home in some strange way trying to believe this is where i'm living.. for now.. i couldn't even so much as drive to the store for my coffee mate i would so love to have had in the morning.. powder will just have to do..
as today i rise and shine before the sun, i haven't seen yet, sat or sunday. off to school one, elementary, for Andres 2nd grade and the alfit is all picked out.. fill out forms and hopefully he's done.. correction.. finished .. oh let's just hope, as i would then have the chance with Madeline to enroll her which may be a little more challenging along with uniform shopping .. ugg..could be worse than swim suit shopping!!! could anything be worse, think not.. could be a close second thou..
and that was sunday and my prediction of monday so right on.. after filling out forms..redundantly repeating my name, their name, their grade, what level of school i completed.. like who cares, if i have a phd.. in driving...
so onto 5 stores for very unappealing kaki pants and no white polo type shirts to be found.. $50. for 2 pants, and paper and and and $145 later ..
i actually looked like i knew what i was doing today.. now all i have to do is get the rhythm of the routine .. up at 0600.. have coffee then wake madeline and then Andres..staggered is better.. for me anyway.. then off we go for our first day of school.. and at last some time to work.. peace.. put things away.. make a list, and check it twice..
will be on the road over thanksgiving.. not my favorite choice but what must be.. just last year at that time mom had just died, i'd cooked as she wanted.. and i always cook thanksgiving.. it is my most sacred of holidays..many events have taken place during that time.. not to be mentioned, and my mothers passing.. and my reverence in the pilgrims celebrating with the indians the value of the harvest.. much like i feel, at the end of these road trips each year.. and wondering will what i reaped be enough and grateful , like jarring fruits as jam, for the toast later in the winter.... with some frugality and wise choices i believe we will be just fine..
as with anything, change is inevitable.. and now home 4 days i see again change, uncomfortable at first, as we re-sculpt our routines, make time for all that needs to be done in a day, new schools new, friends, old friends.. i thought how could i justify continuing this blog as A Diary of a Road Trip if my road trip was threw, though the road trip diary was inspired by the actual road, and a rude comment from a so called friend, it has come to my attention, with out intent, that what i have been sharing is the journey we r all on.. and the road is of course just a metaphor for that.. and how we go about dealing with our lives as it is, how we handle the circumstances as they arrive, coming to our own conclusions and making our own decisions based on our own opinions, not those of others.. not to say one doesn't ask for guidance from a good friend, with the wear all to provide good advice but in the end it is up to us each to find ourselves.. our independence from parents, friends, co-workers or whom ever else blesses us with their love.. and those that truly love us will happily share their thoughts, but never judge u for choosing only half their advice.. and using ur own self confidence in choosing ur own path.. be it flawed.. still ur own to live with.. and with that, the self respect u can only give ur self.. I DID IT MY WAY .. knowing full well u will be ok.. and that all that is needed will be provided for as long as ur intentions are good, with love.. kindness to ones self, makes us that much more capable to be kind to others.. and to raise hell when necessary. to those who need a little pointer!! but always with love.. as i know how sensitive i am.. i could be crushed in a moment.. look how i got this started.. guess even that isn't all that bad!! hahaha.. so with that my few days home written over these same days.. look forward to continuing my blog.. as it is now, and the readers so reading ,, i thank u too.. and do hope u will keep in touch , write me, e-mail me call me text me.. but do keep in touch and keep reading i so look forward to the vinuet (sp) of the the L.A Report!! and all that this has to offer as i go through learning a new place.. finding the grocery store, and the laundry mat 2 flights down ugg..
so today, be well as i wish u all that everyday..
Andrea and crew.. we r a team.. i am blessed.. and greatful beyond words ..
although seemly untrue!!blah, blah, blah!!
and a smile.. the sun is shining this tuesday at long last..
as today i rise and shine before the sun, i haven't seen yet, sat or sunday. off to school one, elementary, for Andres 2nd grade and the alfit is all picked out.. fill out forms and hopefully he's done.. correction.. finished .. oh let's just hope, as i would then have the chance with Madeline to enroll her which may be a little more challenging along with uniform shopping .. ugg..could be worse than swim suit shopping!!! could anything be worse, think not.. could be a close second thou..
and that was sunday and my prediction of monday so right on.. after filling out forms..redundantly repeating my name, their name, their grade, what level of school i completed.. like who cares, if i have a phd.. in driving...
so onto 5 stores for very unappealing kaki pants and no white polo type shirts to be found.. $50. for 2 pants, and paper and and and $145 later ..
i actually looked like i knew what i was doing today.. now all i have to do is get the rhythm of the routine .. up at 0600.. have coffee then wake madeline and then Andres..staggered is better.. for me anyway.. then off we go for our first day of school.. and at last some time to work.. peace.. put things away.. make a list, and check it twice..
will be on the road over thanksgiving.. not my favorite choice but what must be.. just last year at that time mom had just died, i'd cooked as she wanted.. and i always cook thanksgiving.. it is my most sacred of holidays..many events have taken place during that time.. not to be mentioned, and my mothers passing.. and my reverence in the pilgrims celebrating with the indians the value of the harvest.. much like i feel, at the end of these road trips each year.. and wondering will what i reaped be enough and grateful , like jarring fruits as jam, for the toast later in the winter.... with some frugality and wise choices i believe we will be just fine..
as with anything, change is inevitable.. and now home 4 days i see again change, uncomfortable at first, as we re-sculpt our routines, make time for all that needs to be done in a day, new schools new, friends, old friends.. i thought how could i justify continuing this blog as A Diary of a Road Trip if my road trip was threw, though the road trip diary was inspired by the actual road, and a rude comment from a so called friend, it has come to my attention, with out intent, that what i have been sharing is the journey we r all on.. and the road is of course just a metaphor for that.. and how we go about dealing with our lives as it is, how we handle the circumstances as they arrive, coming to our own conclusions and making our own decisions based on our own opinions, not those of others.. not to say one doesn't ask for guidance from a good friend, with the wear all to provide good advice but in the end it is up to us each to find ourselves.. our independence from parents, friends, co-workers or whom ever else blesses us with their love.. and those that truly love us will happily share their thoughts, but never judge u for choosing only half their advice.. and using ur own self confidence in choosing ur own path.. be it flawed.. still ur own to live with.. and with that, the self respect u can only give ur self.. I DID IT MY WAY .. knowing full well u will be ok.. and that all that is needed will be provided for as long as ur intentions are good, with love.. kindness to ones self, makes us that much more capable to be kind to others.. and to raise hell when necessary. to those who need a little pointer!! but always with love.. as i know how sensitive i am.. i could be crushed in a moment.. look how i got this started.. guess even that isn't all that bad!! hahaha.. so with that my few days home written over these same days.. look forward to continuing my blog.. as it is now, and the readers so reading ,, i thank u too.. and do hope u will keep in touch , write me, e-mail me call me text me.. but do keep in touch and keep reading i so look forward to the vinuet (sp) of the the L.A Report!! and all that this has to offer as i go through learning a new place.. finding the grocery store, and the laundry mat 2 flights down ugg..
so today, be well as i wish u all that everyday..
Andrea and crew.. we r a team.. i am blessed.. and greatful beyond words ..
although seemly untrue!!blah, blah, blah!!
and a smile.. the sun is shining this tuesday at long last..
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