So, I thought that starting kindergarten would make my life easier.  I find myself at their school everyday, sometimes 4 times a day.  I'm not complaining, in fact, it's just the opposite, I love it.  I'm in The PTO, of course.  I'm fundraising for The Boosterthon Fun Run, passing out fliers in the school, adding up $, etc.   The Book Fair starts next week.  I love the theme, it's "Reading is Out of This World".  I'm helping build a rocket ship that will climb up a trail of lights that I got to count how many books are sold.  Funny.  My school is the coolest, and my kids are even cooler.  As I spend time at school, I'm getting to know the teachers, the "system".  And and they are getting to know me and my children. 

Boosterthon Fun Run 2011

Family Fued

Do y'all ever watch that show?  Jeff and I do.  One or the other of us always comes up with the number 1 answer.  We laugh and jab each other, tickle and giggle.  It's maybe my favorite thing to do.  Some of the questions are really funny.  Like, "If Tarzan got a divorce, what would Jane get?"  Jeff and I start to spout out answers, yelling on top of each other...."His loin cloth, the tree house, custody of boy, best friend monkey, the vines he swings on..." 

Yea, I know we are total geeks.  I know this and embrace it.  Aren't the simplest things really cool?  How simple is my life?  No so much.  I want it to be more simple.  How can I simplify?  I think I should get rid of so many posessiones.  How many candle sticks can one woman posess?  How many body lotions?  Everyone gives me body lotion for my birthday or Mother's Day.  Gosh, if I could turn body lotion into cash...  "Simplify, Farrah, you know what's important"...I hear myself saying that all the time.  How do ya do that?  Grab a friend, or Jeff, ( he's great at this ),  (no, you may not borrow him ) and just start.  Start to look, really look at that room, that garage, that, yuk, closet. And, for lack of a better term, "Just Do It"!!!  I'm gonna try myself

Simplicity and Passion

Those are my two favorite words.

Well, so are Chuck and Wit ( the greatest words ever spoken )

Hey...I don't know how to"stream".This techno thing is out of my realm..  I know that Jeff is here, and helping my life.  He brings beautiful plants home that I kill.  My backyard is reffered to as "The Killing Feilds".  I try to water them, but...

Let's just say...

I hope I can take care of these plants

Passion

Passion is a word that keeps creeping up in my mind these days.  I remember passion.  It was a long time ago, but, I do remember it.  When I was 22, living in New York, bartending, paying my dues, struggling, wondering how I was going to make rent, I was passionate.  I would wake from a dream, slowly open my eyes and realize I was living my dream.  I would then leap out of bed and start my beautiful day with passion.  Now, in my 40's, with kids, I think of passion as a 30 minute escape with Jeff in bed, a lock on the door.  But, here's the thing...it's not about sex...it shouldn't be.  Passion is something that I am trying to put into the cheeseburgers I make, the floor that I mop.  I so want to be passionate about those things.  I want to wake with that 20 year old smile on my face, leaping out of bed, readying myself for another fun filled day.  Who am I not to be passionate about my life?  The Koran and The Talmud say that we are accountable for all the gifts that life gives us and that we refuse.  What a great thing.   Doesn't it make you think?  It's like a present that someone bought for you, a picture that your child has drawn, a compliment that a stranger gives you while in line at the grocery, and you don't take it.  Every day should be filled with passion.  I'm asking a lot, but, I have always been one to dream big.  Today, I will pack my boy's suitcase, drive with Jeff to take them to the ranch, kiss my old, Old English Sheepdog, look forward to having alone time, water my plants, return phone calls, check emails, pay some bills, smoke some cigarettes, take the polish off my nails, eat a grapefruit.  And pray.  Pray that I do all those mundane things with passion.

Tiny Tiger Oath

I Promise...
To Be a good person,
Knowledge in my mind,
Honesty in my heart,
Strenght in my body,
And to make good friends!




Today was our first TAE KWONDO  class  They read the pledge.  They had been instructed to behave and bow and respect the teacher....Master Berry.  They were so still that Master Berry came over, interrupting his class to talk to The kiwis.  I was so proud of them, they would look to me and I would sign, "mommy's proud"!  Sign language comes into play all the time. 

Red Letter Day

Today my be a Red Letter day

I found myself in "The Mail Room".  Anyone who is reading what I am writing knows that I was a Cool Cat at one time.  I went to a workshop of Screen Actors today.  There was no parade.  No autographing..no, " wow, it's nice to meet you"....

It was brilliant!

I sat in the far end of the auditorium, and listend.  A word that I try so hard to teach to the twins.  They're are so many things that this trip to Houston taught me.



Shut Up

Listen

Ask Questions

Listen to the answers

Speak out                     This is a hard one


I find myself in the mail room, as an actor in Texas.  I met some great people today who are there with me, and welcomed me to the room.  It's a great room to be a part of...it's not glamorous, it doesn't pay well, but, come on, it's a community, and that's what I want to be a part of.  People helping one another...Asking questions, answering them, " What are you wearing tomorrow night?  to the Screen Actors Guild Awards "?   What an amazing mail room.  I will be escorted by Jeff and he will be  the best part of my ensemble. 

If I can figure out how to do this...I will be adding another favorite...my boyfriend.  Well, he is one of my favorites.  There are only 2 above him.  The Kiwis.  The Boyfriend, Jeff Anderson....aka El Jefe...the BEST guitar player I have ever known.  Not that I've known a lot, but, yea...he's super talented.  I've had a crush on him since I was 16.  That's another story for another time.  He's teaching my twins guitar.  He has so much more patience with them than I do.  He bought them these beautiful guitars...pearl inlaid, abaloney...binded.  I don't know what all that means, but, I know that these guitars are beautiful and special to my children.  Go to his webb site and you can hear his latest project.  I am featured on it.  Come on...I have a great voice.

As I said, I'm just learning this new way of communication.  I'm a bit more of a "phone" girl.  I like to hear the inflections in the voice.  It's something that I have spent the better part of my life learning about, ie acting and voice over work.  If I can't see the look in your eyes, I, at least want to hear the sound of your voice.  It makes a difference.  To me anyway.

Maybe one of our problems is that we don't connect.  Not like we used to.  We have all these tecno-gadgets to make it bigger, better, stronger, faster.  "We can rebuild it".  Sorry... I'm going down a Six Million Dollar Trail...I like that we are not bionic.  I want the scars.  I like walking.  I don't want to see through a person's clothing in a security camera.  Can't we go back to a simpler time?  Something so simple like, 2 years ago.  You walk through security and see  need someone looking at my bra.  So...I find myself slowly typing on a key board.  I can talk way faster.

As I learn this, I hope you will be encourage me.

Favorites

If you look to the right of the front page, there are two "favorites".  My good friend, Alan, has a computer company and helped me get this started.  You will learn that I am a technophobe, a "Ludite", if you will.  Alan, has been to my house too many times to admit, to teach me how to use e-mail, facebook, google, well, really anything having to do with this thing that I want to throw against the wall.  I'm on a MacBook, she's small, so trust me, it would hurt her.  He keeps telling me that the more I use her, the better I'll get.  He has even gone so far as to give me homework.  Things like, download your latest pictures, delete the bogus ones and save the good ones to a cd.  I'm like, you lost me at download.  Anyway, he has been a patient teacher, even when my twins are asking for milk, or needing to go potty, or climbing into his lap.  I highly recommend his company.

You may wonder why I refer to my Mac as a girl.  I have too many men in my life, so any think pink, or frilly that I can cling to, I will.  Her name is Sophie.  I believe it means "wisdom" in some language that I learned and forgot.  I shouldn't say I have too many men in my life.  I have just the right amount, my boys, my Dad, my Step-Dad, my boyfriend, and all the great friends I have in the real and virtual world.

The other "favorite" is a blog that my sister created for me in 2005 when I was pregnant.  I had never even heard of a "blog".  I had just moved to Texas to be close to her and the rest of my family.  She's married with 3 boys and convinced me it was the best thing to do, being single.  She calls me Frankie in some of her captions.  I should explain.  It's a nickname that was given to me a long time ago.  When I moved to Taos, New Mexico, I would introduce myself that way, so a lot of people still know me as just that.  Ok, here's the story, while I'm thinking about it...my first friend in LA was a man named Roger, one of the costume designers on a tv show I was working on called "Wings".  He was over at my house one night and we were ordering delivery from Jerry's Deli.  I was on the phone and kept saying, "No, it's Farrah, F as in Frank...Forke, F as in Frank".  It cracked him up, so he just started calling me Frankie, it's easier to say than Farrah.  It just stuck.

Back to my super cool big sister.  She did a great job on the blog, but moved to Saudi Arabia shortly after the twins were born and couldn't keep updating it.  I love that I can share those pictures and memories with you all.  It was a magical time.  Thank you Paige.

Welcome to my Blog

This is my first time.  I promise to get better.  Thank you for being interested in what I have to say.  I will probably write about being a single Mom with twin boys.  That takes up most of my time and mental energy.  I hope to come up with funny stories and pictures, and maybe even some helpful advice.

Welcome

More later,

Farrah and Chuck and Wit