…I’m gonna live forever… light up the sky like a flame…

FAME!

Come on, you know you were singing along. 

Internet, I’ve gotta level with you.  The last few weeks I’ve been feeling a little bit beaten down by life.  Do you ever have the feeling that life is like a colossal game of Monopoly, and that too often you’re drawing the card that says, “Go directly to jail.  Do not pass go.  Do not collect $200?”  Well I sometimes feel that way.  Like a sister just can’t CATCH A BREAK, you know what I mean?

When I was growing up, I always thought I was going to be famous.  And it wasn’t even a little kid pipe dream; I’m pretty sure I thought this well into my teens.  I had no idea what I would be famous FOR, but it was like I always just assumed I would be.  My senior class even voted me “most likely to be famous.”  And while I am happy with the way my life has turned out, what with a wonderful husband and beautiful kids and all, about once a year I slip into an existential funk during which time I bemoan the fact that the odds of my becoming famous are slipping away as the years pass.

And then I got a phone call.

Let me back-track a bit.  A few months ago on a whim I signed up with a Portland-based casting company that hires actors, dancers, models, and such for various gigs like being movie extras, doing print ads and the like.  What did I have to lose?  Since then they’ve contacted me a few times for a few projects, but life has always intervened.  Kids to watch, work to do, no time.

But the other day I got a call to audition for a commercial in which I need to dress in circa 1962 fashion (hair and all!) and do the twist.  Um, hello?!  I CAN DO THAT!  As you all may remember, I’m a total retro culture nut, love all things 50’s/60’s, and can twist my butt off!

I know it’s a far-fetched dream, and that even if I was in a commercial that 45 seconds of screen time is nowhere close to being famous.  And I know that I’m almost 30, that I have other, bigger priorities in life, and that it’s probably a stupid idea.  But I can’t help but feel that a dream, no matter how out of reach it seems, is always something you should try to make a reality, even if you’re old, a mom, whatever.  I’m going to be famous, dammit.  FOR AT LEAST 45 SECONDS.  Hey, this could just be the start of something bigger.  By this time next year, Hollywood will probably have hired me as Angelina Jolie’s replacement in “Mr. & Mrs. Smith  II.”

My wonderfully supportive family is totally behind me on this, which makes it even better.  Muffin thinks it would be cool to see his wife on TV, and my mom gave me a twist lesson and helped me put together a good 60’s outfit.  She then proclaimed herself my agent, charged me 10 percent, and told me to lay off the sweets.

Anyway, I’ll let you know how it goes.  Keep your cyber fingers crossed for me, okay?

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