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persephone33: (Christmas Converse)
2011-12-22 07:55 pm
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Silent Night!



Merry, merry! :)
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2011-12-22 10:15 am

One Down, Three To Go.

I love how so many people say, "It's the holidays! I can't wait to just sit around and relax, and watch TV, and veg out."

Whatever. The holidays wear me out. (In a good way.) I never sit down. Cooking, Baking, cleaning, wrapping, shopping. There's too many 'ings' and not enough of my rear in a chair.

So that's what I'm doing now. I'm sitting on the sofa by the fire, sipping my third cup of coffee and listening to Abbey snore. Christmas with Mom & Sister, et al was pretty fantastic. We cooked a prime rib (holy MOLY it was good) with all the fixings, and Crème brûlée and Pot de Crème for dessert. It was basically The Perfect Meal. This Grinch's small heart (and thighs) grew three sizes. Then, all eleven of us opened presents.

There was egg nog. There was mulled wine. There was so much food and decadence I'm nearly ashamed.

But I'm not. I got some great books, Fiestaware, a crystal piece from my grandmother's estate, tons of fun stocking stuffers and a new alarm clock/ipod dock.

And I get to do it again Saturday and Sunday!

My dad is coming in this afternoon, so I'm off to make some banana bread, his favorite.

Hope everyone's Christmas spirits are up and happy!
persephone33: (by <lj user = "iconomicon">)
2011-12-20 07:16 am
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Holiday Time Wasters. You're welcome.

You know, you can say what you like about huge, megacorporations, but Google is pretty cool. At least you know they like to have fun.

I'm particularly fond of what they like to call, "Easter Eggs." They call them this presumably because when you find them they give you a little gift.

It's not a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg, Google. Just so you know. But it is cool.

And... P.S. The day that Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs start falling out of my laptop screen, I quit. Because I'll be too busy eating the peanut butter eggs. OBVIOUSLY.

Anyway, in the interest of being fun and clever, type the following into the Google search engine window. And you have to use Google, not Bing, or Ask, or God forbid, Yahoo. What do you people even have those for? Google is where it's at, obviously.

1. Type "askew." Tilt your head and reacquaint yourself with what it means.

2. Type "Do a barrel roll." Fun.

3. Type "tilt." Okay, yeah, that's just like askew. Whatever. Someone obviously spent some time writing the code, so do it.

4. My faves are the dorky grammar ones, "Recursion" and "Anagram." Google asks you if you meant something else. *dorky gigglesnort*

5. And for the holidays, type (separately) "Hanukkah" and "Let it snow." There are some festive stars of David and it actually snows, fogs up your computer screen, and then lets you have the option of defrosting the screen at once or drawing in the frost with your mouse. How. Adorable.

6. It's not there anymore, but a while back when you typed in "gravity," you'd get this. Good times.
persephone33: (by <lj user = "iconomicon">)
2011-12-18 02:19 pm

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile... Mr. Grinch!

So, we had the AAA Electric Christmas party last night, without incident, and it went smoothly. Unlike the year that we were watched by owls. Does anyone remember that?

I do.

Unfortunately, it was very hard to enjoy myself, not only because it is the single most stressful day of the year for me, but also because I've come down with a fairly severe case of what I think (with all of the knowledge my Bachelor's in Theatre provides) is bronchitis. When I speak, I sound like a mix between Harvey Fierstein and Kathleen Turner. It's hot.

Not really.

And I'm coughing non-stop. A little while ago, after a particularly violent fit of coughing, Nolan looked at me and said, "I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you than I am right now."

I was too weak to go over there and kick him.

So, amidst the barrage of things I need to do this week, which may include but are not limited to: cooking a funeral meal at church Tuesday, a taking a meal over to a friend, wrapping nine million and four Christmas gifts, having Christmas with my side of the family Wednesday night, reading The Grinch to first graders Wednesday morning, having company all week and a hair appointment on Friday, I need to carve out some time to go to the doctor.

Ugh. Though... I like my doctor. He always makes horribly inappropriate jokes and then apologizes profusely. So there's that.

Okay. These are first world problems. Nothing I can't handle. I'm doing it. I'm going to the grocery store to buy all the food we'll need for this week. One vodka and Valium step at a time.

Happy Christmas Week, everyone. Cheers.
persephone33: (My cupcakes bring all the boys)
2011-12-18 01:25 pm
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persephone33: (character shoes)
2011-12-10 11:17 pm
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The 39 Steps Slideshow.

Tomorrow's the last show of the run! The 39 Steps has been a great experience.

And here's Chriselda's slideshow of the production. The photographs are, as ever, phenomenal.

I have not personally had a perfect show, yet. Maybe tomorrow. Last chance!
persephone33: (getting dinner)
2011-12-06 10:46 pm
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Christmas Goodie Recipes, part I

KAHLUA FUDGE

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Chocolate Caramel Dreams
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COFFEE TOFFEE
... )

I have used ELEVEN POUNDS OF BUTTER AND 20 POUNDS OF SUGAR, so far. Holy diabetic coma and clogged arteries, Batman. I've worked hard for the past few days.

other stuff... )
persephone33: (redshoes on bookstack)
2011-12-03 10:19 am
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How to Feel Miserable as an Artist

I've been thinking a lot, lately. (It's a dangerous business, don'tcha know.) As an actress, I'm my own worst critic, and even as we opened The 39 Steps this week, I keep thinking, I'm a fraud, I'm no good, why do I even bother..etc. Then, I saw a quote that one of my TRULY artistic friends found.

"If you find yourself asking yourself (and your friends), 'Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?' chances are you are. The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death." - Steven Pressfield

Well, there you have it. That's me. Scared to death.

So in light of all my fear and insecurity, I found a list of what not to do as an artist.
What NOT to do. )

That's it. A must read for all the writers, photographers, artists, actors and other creative types out there. Keep on!
persephone33: (We're actors)
2011-12-01 01:12 pm

Trying to keep the lid on the full blown jar of crazy, y'all.

Chalk it up to playing three distinctly different characters. I'm feeling a touch schizophrenic.

So. Tonight is preview night. Basically, it's final dress with an audience. Yet, there IS an audience, so it's not like we can go back and call do-over if something goes tragically, horribly wrong. And good lord have mercy, there are just SO MANY THINGS that can go wrong in this show, that I'm forcing myself NOT to think about them, and focus on the really, really great rehearsal we had last night.

The rehearsal we had after we got mid way through Act I and started over.

Yikes.

It was like gasoline on a fire, y'all. The suck explosions just got bigger and bigger and bigger. And bigger.

Yet, the second time around, it was a thing of beauty. So, yes, focusing on the second, beautiful bit and not on the first enormous pile of suckage.

The thing is, this show is FUNNY. Really, really funny. The tech gags are funny. The sound is funny. The actors are hilarious. I'm even mildly amusing at times. This is not one to miss. It's even family friendly. Bring the kids. There are a few very mild profanities, and I do swear in German, but all in all, a good time for everyone. There's action, romance, slapstick humor, a couple of handfuls of different accents, and poking fun at every Alfred Hitchcock film ever made.

But in a completely respectful way. *cough*

So, yes. If you're in the Texas panhandle, come. Call for show times and tickets! (806) 355-9991. You won't be disappointed.

We promise to be an extra 25% funny, just for you.

And here's a photo of me as a blonde, for your viewing pleasure. )
persephone33: (dishes)
2011-11-30 12:31 pm
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Meme

Comment to this post, and I will list five things I associate with you, They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your LJ (or just add a reply back to me). Other people (including me) can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

The words given to me by [livejournal.com profile] jandjsalmon were:

China Plates - Hm. Though I'm not sure why Jessica associates this with me, I admit that I do enjoy a well set table. I have 4... maybe five sets of China? Nolan got me a set for an anniversary, I got some at an auction, I got one set when we got married (Ralph Lauren Clearwater) and I use Fiestaware for everyday. My favorite is the cobalt blue. And I also have bits and bobs from other services; some from my grandmother, a few pieces from Nolan's grandmother, some I bought at restaurant supply stores and some Tom made in a pottery class. It's all awesome.

Costumes - I love making them, I love wearing them. I costume semi-professionally, being that I get paid for my work, but not on a regular basis. It's something that I really enjoy, putting together a look for a show. I do have to love the show to do a good job, though. But when I do a job, I do it thoroughly and well.

Entertaining - I guess this goes hand in hand with the first one. Basically, I love feeding people. I do it fairly regularly. On china plates.

Boys (meaning your three) - I'm married to a guy, and I have two sons. I often say that God knew what he was doing, giving me all boys, because I'm enough girl for any household. I get along better with men than with women, as a general rule, so it's a good thing that I'm surrounded by them.

Drama - This is drama, not in the negative sense of the word, as in, "This is too much drama for me." My drama is good drama. I have a BFA in Theatre Arts Performance, and I teach acting at a private academy. I'm also a produced playwright, and when I write little scenarios here on livejournal, I tag them as 'drama.' I try to save the drama for the stage, though. I try to only be dramatic for comic relief.

So. That's that. Want to play?
persephone33: (Ethan=Little Draco)
2011-11-23 11:10 am
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persephone33: (Don't type at me in that tone of voice)
2011-11-21 08:25 am

I am forming a secret contingency plan.

But if I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret. So here's a star bullet point update, instead.

★ I keep having the same actor's nightmare over and over and over. Five times in the last three weeks, I've dreamt the same non-existent scene in the play. It has the same words, and the same actors (that I know, and that are not in my current production), and despite having dreamt this that many times, I'm still always wholly unprepared for it. This morning in the dream, the director told me to watch the movie that the scene was in to be better prepared. I wanted to cry. Stupid subconscious.

★ We're having a billion people for Thanksgiving. Or 32. Either way, I'm having to self-soothe... It'll be okay, it'll be okay, it'll be okay... on a loop. It's not the food, it's just having that many people in the house and making sure they're comfortable, etc. I was talking to a friend and fellow actress on the phone yesterday, bemoaning the state of rehearsals the telling her that I'm a control freak and that I kind of want to hide in the closet with a bottle of Crown, and she gave me some pretty sage advice:


Friend: You need to imagine one of those old time-y radios, you know? The ones with the knobs? And you need to envision one of those knobs being your 'give a sh*#' dial. And you close your eyes, take a deep breath and mentally turn that 'give a sh*#' knob way down. Or off.

Me: That's brilliant. Though, to be perfectly honest, I'm going to have to find that button before I can turn it down.

Friend: I'm not gonna lie. It might be in the closet with the Crown.

Love her. She makes me laugh.

★ Spent the better part of Friday refashioning a kind of crappy $40 JC Penney's dress into something sort of wonderful for The 39 Steps. And it only took 6 hours. :P

★ I spent over an hour this morning looking for a book my middle-schooler needed today, and we STILL didn't find it. Tell me this happens to other people, too, so that I don't sell the child into white slavery?

★ Pumpkins are still gross, and are still the devil. It's a fact. Look it up.

★ Due to the fact that I use my children to run lines, they now know how to swear in German. Mother of the year, folks. Right here. Please don't call CPS.

Supernatural spoiler? )

★ I really, really love Monday mornings, where the only noise in the house is Abbey the Lab snoring up a storm. Hope your Monday morning is as relaxing as mine. Happy Thanksgiving week! Or just Happy Monday, for those kajillion people of you out there not celebrating the American Holiday. :)
persephone33: (people are bastards)
2011-11-20 09:17 pm

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Is anyone else having trouble posting to LJ? Whenever I try to post, it logs me off three or four times before I can actually get anything to post.

Eeet makes me want to keeel it.

It was probably just as well that the last post didn't stick.
persephone33: (cake or death?)
2011-11-15 08:02 am

If I hadn't already used all my words for the day, this is where the Clever Title would go.

★I've decided that even though I don't have time to do it myself, I really love National Blog Posting Month, which is, for those of you not all-consumed by the intranets, is this month. I don't do it because I don't enjoy setting myself up for failure. Because honestly, I'm distracted by something shiny every, oh, five seconds or so. I'd never make it. But during NaBloPoMo, all my friends who are usually too busy to blog regularly do so for the whole month! It's like getting a glut of your favorite TV show. It's fun.

★Nolan signed me up to make cornbread dressing (stuffing?) for 40 people to take to our church Thanksgiving dinner. Do I get to go? No. Is Nolan going to go? No. But I'm still making the crap ton of stuffing. I can't even conceive of the amounts of ingredients for that. There's math in my future. Ugh. I'm not upset, though. Not about the signing up, or the making of the dish, or even the fact that I'm not getting to eat it. I'm upset about the math. Math makes me grouchy.

★Ethan just spent ten minutes trying to convince me that those yogurts that have Oreos or M&M's packaged with them to sprinkle on top are low fat and healthy for you. Seriously, kid. This is not my first rodeo. And: Ew, cough, gag and splutter.

★Tomorrow I have too much to do. A jam-packed full day. It's full of all good things, but there's not going to be time to breathe. I've become rather accustomed to breathing, and it bothers me a bit when I'm prohibited.

★Do you know when you do something, and then people really like it? That feeling you get when you get a pat on the back? I've had a dozen of those pats over the past week, for a short story I wrote for an anonymous fest where I still remain anonymous. Every single pat makes me smile. And if I could figure out how to respond anonymously, I would. But I am technologically deficient. It's a good thing I have other talents, for sure. Like making breakfast parfaits. I make a mean parfait.

★Rehearsal. Rehearsal is SO. MUCH. FUN. Rarely have I been with a group of people who are so creative and hard-working and intuitive as these boys. It's a delight and a joy. I've decided I'm going to do a picture a night on instagram. So you can follow the show and my crappy photography skills over there. I'm carriehuckabay on that particular site. Which is my actual name, if you throw in a space, for those of you who don't know.

★Also, and I'm loathe to "announce" it, but here goes: *deep breath* I'm breaking up with Sugar.

*throws self on floor and weeps bitterly*

It isn't Sugar's fault, and it isn't because I don't believe in Sugar's love for me, or even because I'm trying to lose weight (I'm ALWAYS trying to lose weight), or because I read the ebook of Skinny Bitch and secretly liked that the author was cursing at me like some sort of sailor with Tourette's. I'm leaving Sugar because I can trace all of the times I feel like utter and complete crapola to refined Sugar. Quite frankly, I'm sure I'll miss Sugar. I'll have Sugar withdrawals. I'm going to leave 2 a.m. phone calls on Sugar's phone and write Sugar a love Sonnet a day. But Sugar makes me feel like ass, and even if I do love Sugar from the deepest depths of my black little heart and want to have a billion of Sugar's little Sugar Babies, Sugar has to leave.

That metaphor went wrong somewhere. Alas. You have to know when to say when.

★That's all. *points to the icon* Make the right decision.

Cake. No... death. No! Cake.... It really is a difficult choice. As for me, I'm going to go Google 'Crapton of dressing' and see what comes up.

Later.
persephone33: (character shoes)
2011-11-12 11:06 am

Let me wake up in the morning to find I have somewhere exciting to go...

It has been one hell of a week.

I mean to say.

★So as I start the prospect of my busy weekend, I feel like I need to come to you, my peoples of the intranet, and give you the update of what's been up over here at my house. (Not actually at my house, this particular use of in my house is used as Urban Slang, as in, "This is my house, yo. Stay outta my house."

Because I've got street cred and stuff.

Stop laughing.

I'm not gonna dance for you, though. So you're safe. )

★So now I'm going to go about the business of the grocery store to prepare for the company we're having this weekend (dinners both tonight and tomorrow), cleaning the house, preparing my supplies to paint at church (Yeah, I paint during the service. It's out there, but very cool all the same) and memorize the rest of my lines. All in 48 hours.

Cover me. I'm going in.
persephone33: (halloween)
2011-10-31 03:44 pm
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Happy Hallowscream!

This is the first year EVER that the kids aren't dressing up and going trick-or-treating. The boys have rehearsal for James and the Giant Peach, and I have rehearsal for The 39 Steps, and Nolan is sort of a Halloween Grinch, so that's that.

I gotta say, I'm bummed.

So, in the spirit of the season, Here are all the Halloween pictures I could find. And some that are just costumes. If it's not too proud to say, my boys were stinking cute when they were little.


Years and years of Halloween! )
persephone33: (redhead)
2011-10-28 09:00 pm
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Proof Positive That I'm ACTUALLY a Little Bit Off.

Some of you may think, "That Carrie. There's just something off about her. Something not quite right."

Me, too, y'all. But now rather than a vague notion that I had an overdeveloped sense of whimsy - that I was a little short and had a barrage of different things that irk me, including stone statuary, gourds, woodland creatures and tapioca pudding - now I've found that there's ACTUALLY SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME.

You know you're dying to know what it is. )