Good thinkin' Lincoln

For being a lady who loves change, I am at a loss for words about how excited I am for this:



actually, I'm not at a loss for words... excited will do just fine.

I may just head to the bank and stock up on purple Abe lookin like a babe.

In the words of Luniz ........I got Fiiiiiive on it.

"sud"stantially screwing up.

Can't a lady just catch break?

I make myself so damn nervous.


Once again, my kitchen looks like one of those foam parties you or your 16 year old sister used to go to circa 2002. You know where you go to a club filled with bubbles and you dance around pretty much solo, because you can't tell which people are your friends- the one who made the Santa Claus facial hair our of the bubbles or the person doing the robot resembling the abominable snowman? So fun, but so 6 years ago. And not made for a kitchen when you're home aone.

How and Why does my kitchen resemble a foam party? Beats me.
OK, I lied... Sort of.
Approximately 2 or 3 days ago I put dishwashING soap in the dishwasher.
And can I please emphasize the importance of the "ing"s and the "er" s when it comes to doing the dishes?

Well as I went about my housewife-ly duties and cleaned the rest of the house, Andrew comes home from work and says "Thanks for doing the dishes...."
"no problem" I mutter
he quickly comes back with "What kind of soap did you use?!"
We all know the answer to that question, don't we?

Well, Since then, I've let the dishes pile up.
So today, I took it upon myself to clean house. So I load 'er up, Put in the DISHWASHER soap (the correct form of soap), And let the good times roll...
But what do you know, Same ol' same old'! Baffled, and utterly frustrated I spouted out a few words that I dare not to type knowing that my family reads this. That damn machine is haunted I tell you!! Holy smokes, as I type this I just remembered something!

Andrew has said in the past whether I be fast asleep, or out of town, he hears someone doing the dishes and walks out to the kitchen and no one is there. We also have had guests sleep over and ask if we decided to do dishes at 4am....? Coincidence? I think not. We just might possibly have a neat freak for a ghost on our hands. Could it be June Cleaver? Danny Tanner? Who goes there?

Maybe this ghost has it's panties in bunch that I am doing his or her job. Or, the remnants of the "ing" soap was still loitering around and decided to throw one last foam filled soiree for old times sake.

pick a card any card; I chose the card that says it's the ghosts fault.





Ok, So, I found someone to point the finger at with my whole Dish washing dilemma, but how do I explain this?

Yesterday, After taking one sip, I put a bottle of Cranberry Sobe in my purse.(my extremely soft brown leather purse, which I got in Greece- making it almost priceless) I drive home, walk upstairs sit at the computer for about 15 minutes until I feel the need to quench my thirst. I pull out the Sobe bottle, and there is just enough Liquid left to put into a shot glass and down in in .5 seconds.
"I didn't drink that much, did I?" I thought to myself.
"No..No..definately di---NO!!!!!"
I reach into my bag and everything is soaking!!! So I flip my bag upside down in a hurry to discharge all of my belongings. I sat and wept My brand new bag. So Soft. Now, so soaking wet. The whole bottom half of my bag- DRENCHED.

I did what I do in these situations, called my mom. No Answer. So I did what I do 2nd, call Andrew to cry. He didn't pick up. So I then go to my RELIABLE and DEPENDABLE source: Google. " Liquid Spill leather bag" I searched. Mostly, I found plenty of prevention tips, which would have been extremeeeely fabulous bout 3 hours or so prior. So I dab my bag with a towel and drape it over our big, white ghetto fan we got at CVS Pharmacy for $9.99. It now, looks oh so vintage. I try and tell myself I'm cool with it. But Who am I fooling?
Not I.

Recently, right before I left Greece, I turned a whole load of laundry purplish-pink. I hate pink. And now I have socks, shirts, and a shirt-dress that all match perfectly. Even the crotch of my black tights which has that white cotton area, is now pink.

I am always tripping, falling, and spilling. I almost feel like I should attend some sort of boot camp or etiquette class. Is is something I can fix? Or is this one of the many "quirks" that Makes up who "Brynn" (yes I just spoke in thrid person) is?

What Would Chris Do?

Growing up, one of my favorite movies was Adventures in Babysitting.

Tonight, I took a look at my filthy kitchen, when suddenly I get a familiar flashback:

it's the scene where Chris Parker (Elizabeth Shue) hurries home after their long and exhausting adventure (in babysitting), discovers the mess that needs to cleaned up in a jiffy before the folks come home, in order to hide the fact that they were gone ALLL night.

and sure enough, she whips that mess into shape like it ain't no thang.

To this day, I sometimes find myself playing that lean, mean, cleaning scene in my head when I need some inspiration to crack the whip on myself and do the damn thing...sometimes it works, and like tonight; sometimes it doesnt (and instead sparks up some thoughts for a useless blog)

At this very moment, I sit here on my big canopy bed, which has lasted me a good 10 years.. and is still in pretty tip top shape. I had temporarily forgotten why I was sooo persistant on getting a bed which had poles coming out each corner.

THANK HEAVENS I remembered...


Obviously, so I could re-enact THIS:



I'm not sure if this is one of the iconic "pop culture classics" from the 80's but to me if most definately is.
I remember wishing:
- I had the same lip gloss that she wore,
- that I had the same roller skates and small paints that Sara had....
- that maybe, just maybe Chris would just give Brad a chance.
- my hair would curl and fluff just like hers

Things that I did accomplish, (JUST from this opening scene):

-I could do piourettes
-I had tights, and could steal one of my dads big T-shirts
- I could hop and snap and lipsync like a champ
-My sister had that same black and white checkered dress ( she wore to her 8th grade graduation), so I could borrow it if I needed to (even though I was roughly five years old)


Sadly, I never dated a guy who's liscense plates said "TOO COOL"
.... and I think I'm OK with that.


Since I was always anticipating the time where I got to be like Chris Parker and babysit, as soon as I was legal at age 11, I babysat for the first time....

Problem was; I hated it... Within my first few hours of babysitting I put a full load of dishes in the dishwasher and loaded it up with dishWASHING soap. 30 minutes later, the kitchen was turned into a Giant bubble bath. Chris would've known better.

That was pretty much my first and last times babysitting


But that didn't keep me from finding more and more inspiration from such a glorious film
I've still got the bedroom singing and dancing down to a "T" :)

Shooting a shoot

Here is some footage I took from a photoshoot we had at a designers flat.
Notice the "staple" Greece anthem I spoke about a few posts back, playing in the background.

Shit Happens

Shit happens.
It's true. It's a phrase that's commonly used when things aren't rainbows and butterflies. It's used lightly, even when situations aren't so light. Whether it be a flat tire, a death, or quite literally a bird drops its fecal matter atop your head.

I'm home. I came back to The land of Liberty early. It was with great purpose, and it feels 100% right to be back here.

Being abroad made me appreciate things that I find a majority of Americans talking shit about.. We complain about all of the things our country is doing wrong, and lack the ability to be thankful for what the 'restricting' laws do bring to the table. Us Yankees may not be "Free" like European countries. We may not be able to smoke in restaurants, drink under the age of 21, and many other things that matter on a more grandiose scale.

A big big problem that many have with the U.S. is healthcare. While I do undetstand the outrageous financial constraint that healthcare may have on all of us. We need to at least look at the positives, our hospitals are extremely sanitary; Although Hospitals are quite eerie on their own, even when the floors sparkle and everyone is dressed in white and turquoise, (that sounds comparable to an aquafresh commercial) We have it pretty nice over here.

Example:
My roomate needed to go to the Emergency Room while in Athens. So myself and another friend took a taxi with her to the nearest (And reportedly the NICEST) Hospital in Greece. When we arrived we walk into the entrance, there is a rancid smell and people laying on stretchers in the waiting area unattended, the floor and walls were covered in filth. The medical staff seemed to be scarce. Feeling like we were in some weird dream; went from room to room asking for the emergency room, each person pointing us towards a different direction.
Ultimately, we stumble into the appropriate "Emergency Room". There are 3 or 4 doctors sitting there Smoking cigarettes and chatting away. The Male doctor- in jeans, long scruffy hair and an unbuttoned white coat; which looks as though he pulled it out of his dirty clothes hamper while rushing out the door to work.... actually I take that back, he most likely didn't rush to work. The three of us fish-out-of-water foreigners stand there in shock and awe. As if we weren't starttled enough by the first impression of the hospital, we now stand there staring at a clique of smoking doctors staring at us.
"can I help you?" says the skinny scruffy guy.
[Eh, no we just felt like leaving our apartment at 11pm on a sunday night because we had nothing better to do than pick up a few diseases and another good dose of 2nd hand smoke.]

Reportedly from my dear friend, the doctor continued smoking, while giving her an old re-usable thermometer, had her wipe it off and tuck it away in her armpit. George McScruffy joked around about how "They probably don't let doctors smoke in America, do they?!"

The answer: no, no doctors, patients, visitors, not anyone, not even in the waiting area. Even in some places, not even outside the hospital.

He told her that he made her friends (my friend and me) wait outside because we were destracting him. I understand that if a couple of nice young girls come in, it may be a bit destracting, but keep it to yourself George. They then, ask her to stay for an ultra sound, when suddenly a man with blood gushing down his face is placed next to her. They just sit people in the same room almost like it's a room for a support group, not an F-ing Emergency Room!

Meanwhile, after I feel like I'm bout to faint, Anna and I find a nice cold dirty chair to sit on in the waiting area. There wasn't a place out of the eye's view which didn't have some sickly being sitting there or lying there in a stretcher. Soon we see our friend exiting the restroom looking like she'd just seen a ghost, barely able to explain that the toilets had no seats, there was no toilet paper, and there were urine filled bed pans laying around everywhere. She claims a reign check on the Ultra Sound without needing words...tells us through her eyes "Let's Get the HELLL out of here".

We go to the front desk. The lady hesitates to look up and notice us. When she does, she holds up her finger- the Universal "one moment" finger. shuffles around for a minute, discovers her cigarettes, lights up, and then finally proceeds to help us. I don't think the lady had a friendly (or funny, for that matter) bone in her body...

25 Euro's later, the three of us find ourselves walking down the Exit pathway, speechless. I truly wish I could have documented that place with photos because words cannot even roughly paint a picture. So while America is all up in Arms about healthcare, at LEAST be bloody thankful that we are kept in sterile conditions. Rather than gaining a few sicknesses through the hospital visit.

And to any of you on your way to the Hospitals in Athens; I do in fact, have good news! You just saved 20% on your car insurance.

Brushfire Fairytales #13

Today, I arrived early to my job. While listening to my iPod, and unable to focus my mind into the mental investment some call Earnest Hemmingway, I just picked up a pen, flipped over my direction (to my job) sheet, and started writing... I haven't been able to focus on anything the last couple weeks, not the blog, not my book, along with many things...too much going on in my head and for once i was able to put a fragment onto the back of my paper.
Finally a male model arrived and peeked over my shoulder after I neglected to greet him with the standard hello and a kiss on each cheek
"What are you writing?!?!" he asked
I pulled my left ear phone, gave him a 'mind your own business' glance and said
"Just what I'm thinking".
I was actually able to translate my sloppy chicken scratch, without going in and editing what would sound or looks better and type it into an email to Andrew. He then swayed me into posting my intimate laundry onto the blogspot for my 2 viewers, so here it goes....





This song brings me back to 2003. Late August, early September. I'm laying on the beach, staring at the dark sky. Hopelessly forecasting into the future through the stars.
Dreams of having a fighting chance to prove myself to a young man that seems as achievable as it was to reach up and grasp a cluster of stars. I dreamt of holding his hand, touching his lips, and spending the rest of our lives together. As the waves crashed onto the shore, in sync with the beat of the song; it all did seem like a mere dream. I'd of never thought I'd be living on an island, gazing into the nights sky as a hopeless romantic.
How come when dreams become true, we so easily forget the value of what we achieve? I mentally put myself into the future with Andrew. 1 year and 4 months later I no longer was seeing a dream of our future, but was together promising eternity with the man of my dreams.
I now sit bundled up in a warm winter coat in a cobble stone studio, awaiting some photo shoot with pays a measly 250 Euro that I find myself ungrateful for. I used to not even dream of traveling to Europe to work as a model, and quicker than I could allow myself to dream, I've already lost appreciation of everything that was placed so high on a pedestal. I cringe when I feel myself falling away from my love. I try to fix these feelings and put things back to how they once were unknowing if it's attainable.
While I do love my job, as it has taken me to various parts of the world, it has lost its lustre of how I thought it would be. When are things going to be as they seem? Is is just me or this this a common occurrence that life is misunderstood? Whats funny is the song that struck these thoughts is called "it's all understood".

she's got the whooole world in her room.

In our room we had representatives from America, Austrailia, Brazil, Hungary, Russia, Serbia and Slovakia. Kara and And I were talking about it as we walked to the store, everyone surfed the internet on our computers while we were gone....and Kara and I started to sing " We got the whooooole world in our room, we got the whooooole world in our room, we got the whole world in our room! "
The roomates keep on piling in day by day and while each girl's arrival can be very much like a blind date, we find ourselves falling in love every time. I especially am so fascinated be the female specimen. I haven't solely lived with females ( and a large variety at that) in over 3 years.
I cant remember when I've laughed sooo much... When Someone says something, it usually has to be repeated a handful of times due to the variation of accents and the speed at which all words exit our mouths. I laugh my way through it because I find it humorous and beautiful at the same time. I think how the hell am I standing here with these girls from around the world, whom i feel like Ive known my whole life....talking about everyday things while still being able to filter through everything and still understand eachothers humor, whether there be a few seconds delay or not...
Kara and I have formed a bond that you think wouldn't be acheivable in a measly month... We clicked instantly. Being American as well, we've got eachother to fall back on when our jokes initially bomb, we just get it, we get eachother. Sunday we woke up and went to the Akropoli, We sat atop the parthanon and overlooked athens and talked for hours. by the time we left it felt like that feeling you get after an hour long massage..... so relaxed from this natural high of the peace and calm of everything. It was finally a chance to step back from all of our daily chaos and soak in where we are, the beauty and the history of Greece. When we stepped into the area after getting off of the subway Kara sighed and said "Whoa, it feels like we're in a different country"... What's funny is almost simutaneously the same thing ran through my head. We of course got quite the laugh out of that because well, we are in a different country... But the magic hasn't quite been there with the pressing time constraint, and the weight of our portfolios, shoes, water bottles, food and dont forget stress on our shoulders while running around athens for castings. It was the first time that we could've gone out without any jacket. The day couldn't have been more beautiful. We ended up eating in a cafe, finding ourselves friendship bracelets to consimate our romantical day together. We made it to this really swanky cafe/lounge place on the beach by sunset and continued to unwind.... we then walked along the beach and talked some more... and laughed again, because our day just continued to get more and more dreamy and romantic. We then met up with some friends who suprised us that they have a boat and we went there for a while and talked while we waited for some others to meet up with us. Shortly after we made it to the cinema, where we saw the new Jack Nicholson/ Morgan Freeman movie. It took place in LA... It did make me a bit homesick for California to be honest. It was actually a really great movie ( Called the bucket list) It inspired Kara and I to soon create a bucket list of our own.
The weather has continued to be sooo beautiful, which is quite the gift after the freezing cold rain and snow storms we've been having here. I learn something new about myself daily... I love walking alone whethere it be to a casting or the supermarket. Its a sense of freedom and independence that's unexpectedly unexplainable.. I guess it happens when you are out and about and can't really communicate clearly with anyone but yourself. Everyday I'm falling more and more in love with this city, though the smells on the subways and buses are a true test for our love.

I've got to get to sleep but I will leave you with a blog that my roomate Kara had posted a little while back... Kara and I both have sleep walking/talking in our past:

Thursday, January 31, 2008


"I go out walking after midnight"

This is really funny to me and I have to write about it...

So Brynn had a booking for a runway show last week. It was a crazy kind of runway show and in it she was required to rollerskate. Well, the night before...after talking for a few hours we turn off the lights and go to bed. What happened next is so foggy but here's what I think I saw. Brynn was in her blue american appearal shirt and her PJ pants in the kitchen. I woke up to go pee and all I could see was Brynn's blue shirt gliding across the kitchen floor. I realized that she was practicing roller skating in her socks on the kitchen. Now Brynn does not remember this so she claims! She's either the best model in the world to stay up all night practicing...or was sleep walking..I'm not sure!

Two nights later I had this crazy dream that I was walking with some people and I fell into a hole. I climbed up on a platform and started running back and forth and banging on the ceiling yelling "help" "help". I finally heard Brynn say "Kara?" in a very confused tone of voice. When I heard her say this I woke up and was standing on the top bunk of my bed. I had no idea why I was up there or how I got there. Appearantly I was running back and forth on the top bunk of my bunk beds banging on the ceiling and screaming out loud "help". I woke Brynn up. In the morning I realized I completely destroyed my bed...there was wood everywhere...best sleep walking adventure yet!

Can you imagine waking up to your roommate running back and forth on beds and screaming...OR...waking up to your roommate roller skating in the kitchen? I can't stop laughing!!

Hopefully more sleeping adventures to come..just less dangerous!