♛I've been working at theatre camp all week. These are some of the most talented students I've ever had the pleasure of working with. Also, they're some of the most uninhibited; I think that's part of what makes an actor great, letting go of what everyone else thinks and just being. Yesterday I got to coach scenes and monologues, one of my very favorite things in the world to do. The kiddos did a flash mob (to Fleetwood Mac!) at our largest grocery store in town today to promote their show this week, and it was super cool. So fun.

♛The chubbiness is getting out of control, and I feel there might be a direct correlation between that and the volume of food I'm putting in my mouth. I haven't even stepped on the scale in over a month. I'm afraid the poor thing might die of shock. Or strain. Or both.

♛I lost the Jeep a few days ago. I went to the mall to use my card for a free Victoria's Secret panty (like you do) and when I got back out to the parking lot, NO JEEP. The Jeep is no frills - no panic button, no remote entry, no power windows or anything else. I was upset - not because we don't have insurance, but because I was going to have to tell Mr. H. that the car was stolen on MY watch. I walked around in the boiling Texas heat for twenty minutes before I remembered I entered through a different door than I normally do. WHAT. AN. IDIOT.

♛My back has been killing me for months. Since March? I've been going to the chiropractor, and I thought it was getting better, but I woke up this morning to the same level of pain I started with. It's just frustrating. Annoying. Getting old is roughly on par with chewing up broken glass. It, simply put, sucks out loud.

♛The week without kiddos was relaxing, I'm not going to lie. It's fun to not have to be responsible for anyone else but me. Oh, and Nolan a little. But he's fairly self-sufficient. However, I'm glad to have those little goobers back in the nest. We were incomplete while they were away.

♛I'm gearing up to work another week of camp - I get to direct 'Baby it's Cold Outside' and 'Sing' from A Chorus Line, comedies both. :D Very fun. And I'm making a costume plot for La Cage... anyone want to place a bet that there's over a hundred separate costumes? Eeeek. :)
persephone33: (Default)
( Feb. 1st, 2011 10:52 am)
I love cookbooks. Did you know?

My sister, mother and I have been known to sit down with a cookbook and a cup of coffee and read the recipes like they were a novel - except that we also have a pen and paper, scribbling notes about the cast of characters as we go. Anyway, I have a love affair with cookbooks - I have more cookbooks than pairs of shoes, if that tells you anything.

Yummy pictures! )

Without the last two ingredients, these are 81 calories apiece. But I live dangerously. And by dangerously, I mean with butter on standby at all times. I gotta be me.

★ I worry about myself.

★ I just spent about a good minute trying to remember what those orange vegetables are called... you know, the ones with the green tops that Bugs Bunny eats?

★ *headdesk*

★ When Nolan told AJ that he was 'a couple of cans short of a six pack' this weekend, Aaron lifted his shirt, looked at his tummy and replied, "I don't have a six pack. I don't even have a four pack."

★ I finished plotting out a WIP. That's so very gratifying. Wrote a drabble for [livejournal.com profile] hp_humpdrabbles, and sent new chapter for for editing. I'm ALL accomplished. The writing drought is officially over. Whew. Thank goodness. I was getting a little mopey about it. I'm looking around for an rpg to write for, but can't find any that need whom I'm willing to write. :)

★ I've been sewing the heck out of a strapless, sparkly dress for Kiss of the Spider Woman. I'm thinking about making one for myself (minus the sparkly, spidery vibe) for the cruise I'm going on in February.

★ We're going on a cruise in February! I CAN'T WAIT.

★ I learned that friends are still friends even when we don't talk every day.

★ The scale won't move past thirteen pounds. I'd love to have lost 20 by the time we get on the boat. Lose it! is still my BFF. Counting calories and exercising. Go figure. :P Twenty-two more pounds to go.

★ Bond girls were curvier in the sixties. For that matter, so were women in during the renaissance. When did stick thin become what everyone wanted to be?

★ I learned that friends are still friends even when we don't talk every day.

★ Nolan just pointed out that James Bond must not have had to worry about STD's. He was kind of trampy. (But hot. Er, that's MY observation, not his.)

★ I need a new camera. Like, bad.

★ What do we think of Miss Me jeans? I tried some on and yes, they look great, but a hundred and something bucks is a lot to drop on a pair of pants, you know? And certainly not til I'm in the single digits, size wise.

★ It's distressing to have principles, at times.

★ That's it. My Sunday evening roundup. Do you have any news?
&hearts - I'm glad I'm a stay at home mom. I wouldn't ever have time to do anything if I had an actual JOB to go to.

&hearts - Speaking of my job, I have 14 girls in my theatre three and four class who are going to be a LOT of fun. I'm going to do movie monologues/scenes with them, so if you have any favorite movie scenes from the silver screen (featuring two high school-aged girls, appropriate for same), please do share.

&hearts - the little old ladies were ten deep at the Clinique counter, today. I guess I'm the only girl under 60 that uses that? It was a good free gift with purchase, though. Go check it out. Oddly enough, there were no little old ladies at the MAC counter. They don't like glitter mascara and loud music? Tee hee.

&hearts - I'm bringing back the word "codswallop." Hide and watch.

Cute kid story under the cut... )

&hearts - The boys are enrolled in Musical Theatre class at ALT. They had a good time and AJ said that their warm-up routine was to "Darn Yankees." When I questioned this, he replied, "We have to be 13 before we can say the real name of that musical." Thanks, Jason. Ensuring the innocence of the kiddos. Too bad I say worse than that on your average Tuesday.

&hearts - What. The. Hell. Why in the world would people need these? I'm sweating my ass off trying to GET my ass off, and now I find out that there are actually people that wear padded panties to make their butts huge? And that's somehow trendy? That's ASININE, if you'll forgive the pun. A load of codswallop. Please tell me who they are so that I can maybe stand next to them so that my rear end will look smaller by comparison.

&hearts - I love, and I mean LOVE blessing other people. Especially when it's something that they don't expect.

&hearts - Speaking of being blessed, I seriously hope that my breasts stay within the confines of the swimsuit that I'm wearing in South Pacific. There may be some duct tape/bailing wire rigging involved. I tried it on again today, and this time I stood in front of the mirror for a full twenty seconds before I burst into hysterical, cellulite-induced sobs. I think that's progress. I also made a sarong and matching headscarf out of gorgeous, donated, sari silk that's pretty freaking adorable, if I do say so myself. It covers most of the atrocities, so it's still safe to come see the show.

I think that's all. Have a great weekend, y'all!
Well, technically, it was more like a mid-morning snack. And it wasn't strictly ice cream*.

Let me back up.

Okay. I'm on this hardcore, awful, brutal diet, right? And achieving results, so... yay, sort of. And I guess I cheated. Fell off the wagon. Tied one on, because... get ready for this...


In what fascist diet dictatorship is a banana cheating? I don't want to live in a world like that. Do you?  I didn't think so.  *solidarity fist bump*

My husband would love a world like that. He hates bananas. Thinks they're responsible for 1/16th of the evil in the world. You'll have to ask him about the things that comprise the other 15/16th. I'm sure he's told me, but he talks a LOT. I can't be expected to remember everything, can I?

So. Today I give you a tutorial. This is how to make ice cream* with one ingredient. You're intrigued, right?

Recipe under the cut! )

And there's just a few more hours til August's contest is over.  Go write a poem and win a prize!
*warning for carrie!swears and abused parentheses*

I've been sticking to The Diet. I've been GOOD. I mean saintly good. No-tarnish-on-the-halo-my-wings-are-bigger-than-yours good. I've not cheated, not ONE TIME. And the fricking scale is looking to get thrown out the damn second story window to shatter into a billion pieces on the front walk because SHE WILL NOT BUDGE.

Just like a woman, right?

I might turn her in for a younger model, now that I'm thinking about it.

I know I'm losing. I'm at least losing inches. I've lost 4 1/4 inches from various places measured with a tape (except for my hips, because they're apparently effing intractable on the matter of weight loss, as if they want to hold on to the curves), my clothes are fitting much better (I could get the size eights on and buttoned, though I wouldn't wear them in public, or, you know, if I needed to breathe), so WHY WON'T THE FREAKING SCALE MOVE?

Bad Fricking Words. BAD ones. THE WORST ones.

Come ON, man! Throw me a bone, here! I'm thisclose to getting on the elliptical and going until the damn scale decides to let go. (Interesting note: One entire episode of Supernatural = 750 calories burned. Also, I had a dream about Dean Winchester where all we did was cuddle. Evidently I'm a faithful wife even in my dreams. Talk about your frustration.)

So, yeah. Scale is a pain in the ass. Carrie is frowny.

I'll return you back to your regularly scheduled friend's list, now.
Even though I didn't plan it, I seem to be busy. Really Busy.

I'm pleasantly sore from all the workouts I've been doing to reduce in the name of South Pacific, waist deep in research for costuming Eurydice (now that I understand it, I think I may like it. Still not sure, though),preparing and rehearsing for a women's retreat drama mid-September, dance rehearsals and blocking rehearsals for South Pacific, managing to do the HGC diet without wanting to pull my (or anyone else's) hair out*, writing a little and sewing, painting and keeping the house from exploding with dirt.

I am woman, hear me roar, etc.

We're getting our new bed delivered today. I could NOT be more happy. I still need to document the drama that is The Bed. Gracious. It's an epic freaking saga.

The children have been gone since Sunday, and they return this afternoon. I've missed them! But the house is really clean. And quiet. ;)
* Actually, I'd sell my grandmother for some queso. And you know how I love my grandmother.
I've had a crappy week. I mean, CRAPPY. Like you read about. Viewings and funerals and emotional conversations and nightmares and meetings and missing meetings and sleep deprivation and talking to my hospitalized grandmother on her birthday was all topped off by the kicker, being told I was going TO WEAR A SWIMSUIT in the show, trying on said swimsuit, pleading for a sarong, and I'm pretty sure annoying the hell out of the costumer.

Which breaks the one of the cardinal rules of theatre - Don't piss off the costumer. Or the stage manager.

You'd think it would be something like, 'Don't forget your lines," but oddly enough, this isn't the case. ;)

The swimsuit, of course, led to a spiral of self loathing and cellulite-hating. Even though I'm on the HGC diet and spend an hour a day on the elliptical, (there is only so much one girl can do when it's this far gone) I'm still feeling generally fat and ugly and wondering if even auditioning was a bad idea. (Leaning toward HELL, yes.) I haven't burst into tears or anything, but I've considered fashioning a homemade cellulite-sucking device. I won't lie.

But let's face it, I'm crap with power tools, so doing the best I can with what I've got is going to have to do.

Now onto something more constructive: Having gone to more funerals than I ever thought I would in the past few months, I morbidly present to you some:
Guidelines Rules That Will Not Be Broken When I Die or I Will Haunt You All

Oddball: ...Always with the negative waves. Why can't you say something beautiful and uplifting for a change? Moriarty: Crap! )

Alright, I think that's it. It's enough rules and griping for a Thursday morning, in any case.

And a zillion points to anyone who can tell me the title of the movie without googling the LJ cut!

Have a cellulite free day,

Carrie Leigh
You're the ___________ to my __________.

Comment here with your username, and I will comment that you are the (insert character's name here) to my(insert another character's name here)-- this may include but is not limited to books, tv shows, movies or even real people.

It's pretty easy. ♥ GO MEMESHEEP.

And here's the cut, wherein I discuss spelling, crawfishes, my kids and the lack therof, hideous rock chips, furniture, the Supernatural Car, my gigantic ass and rehearsals. Feel free to skip it. )

That about covers it. What are you all doing this weekend?

Edit: And there's a tie at [livejournal.com profile] ronpansy_ldws. Please go and vote?
persephone33: (i got lost)
( Jul. 24th, 2010 11:41 pm)
Wherein I discuss snoring, tans, state of the bed, jam, diets, big thighs, my immense dorkiness and Commercials on TNT )

Now aren't you glad you read all that? Aren't you a better person for knowing it all?


Well, at least you got to see my new layout. :) Goodnight.
&hearts Go HERE and read [livejournal.com profile] obrien_blue's recap of the Glee finale. She does fabulous Bones recaps (or squee!caps) and this is the first one she's done for Glee. She's funny and smart and a hell of a writer (warning for language). I always laugh aloud at her entries. Go read. You won't be disappointed.

&hearts If I were in charge of the world, like a High Empress Over All Things, there would be a few changes. Manipulative people? Incarcerated for life. Mean people who insist of ranting about insignificant things and belittling others? Mmmm... the rack, I think. I'd be just and fair. And the bastards of life would need to re-think their positions on being jerks.

&hearts I've been feeling crappy lately. Like a low-grade nausea and intense tiredness. If I didn't know better (and I mean really know better), I'd say I was pregnant. And LHM, if I was pregnant, it would be a baby that would have a purpose, because it would be a freaking miracle. That is, if I didn't jump off a bridge, first.

&hearts I've been trying to write, poking around at a few things, but I'm just not inspired. When the muse takes a vacation, she really hits the road. I have no idea what to write that might spark any sort of even mildly acceptable results. It's sad.

&hearts We leave for Dallas on Friday, and we'll be gone for a week; the boys are going to a golf and tennis camp, and my sister will be there for the weekend. I want to get together with some old friends and family (I'm looking at you, [livejournal.com profile] deedsk_tx and [livejournal.com profile] tadpole_bac) and I think it'll be good to get away for awhile. When I get back, Nolan and I are going to the theatre's awards gala. I've been nominated for best actress, an award I fully do not expect to win. There are too many other great actors up for it, too. That's okay, there's a lot of that being nominated but not winning stuff going on. Luckily, my self esteem is high enough that it doesn't send me into a tailspin. Anyway, as I've been nominated, it's a great excuse to buy a dress. And I'm at -22 pounds, so shopping in the semi-formal departments in the Dallas area might even be pleasurable.

&hearts Nolan brought me 3 charms for my bracelet today for no reason whatsoever. That's nice, huh?

&hearts I love summertime. Seriously, having the boys home and going to the pool and making brownies and waking up whenever we feel like it? Nice. Really, really nice.

See you all on the flip side!
I'm over halfway through Phase One of this homeopathic (which is the same word as psychopathic in my head - every time) diet and I'm doing very well. I miss real food. By real food, I mean queso and snickers bars. And I have to say, if I ingest another single piece of lettuce anytime soon I might turn green and ruffly, but it's been worth it. I feel good, have lost a significant amount of poundage, the dress I wore last night was too big, and my husband even noticed a change.

And he never notices anything.

It's great for sneaking in new shoes under the radar.

Not that I do that. *cough*shiftyeyes*

But as great as all this is, I found myself sitting up in bed a few nights ago, long after hubs had gone to sleep, distracting myself with pictures on the internet. I've fallen victim to pornography.

Food Pornography.

Food, glorious food... )

Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, deliver me from my voyeuristic carbohydrate sins.

If I were Catholic, I'd be reciting stuff 'til next Tuesday.

As it is, I'll just go have an apple.
persephone33: (nice ass)
( May. 5th, 2010 08:43 am)
Monday I began a new diet/exercise regime. It's homeopathic. We shall see.

All I know is that nothing in my closet fits and I groan every time I see a picture of myself. That's no good. Something must be done.

Also, I'm thinking of starting to run with my ten year-old. His football coach (Gah, I am not EVEN going to get on my soapbox about THAT) suggested that he run a half a mile to a mile three or four times a week. I found this program. Several of my friends have done it and it worked for them. It may not work for my knees, though. They're cranky.

Metabolism? Why did you leave me at age twenty five? I miss you.

The reason for all this? My twenty year high school reunion is in 2011 (typing that made me a little ill, I'm not going to lie) and we're going on another cruise in February of 2011 with a bunch of damn skinny girls. I'm never gonna be skinny, (Nolan wouldn't like that anyway) but I can at least be in a place where the work "swimsuit" doesn't send me into convulsions.

I'll keep you folks posted.
persephone33: (emoticon cheerleader)
( Sep. 2nd, 2009 11:46 am)
I started the 30 Day Shred. Oh, good gravy in the early morning, it's tough.

I don't care much for Jillian Michaels (I haven't ever liked any workout guru; I still even harbor a holdover resentment to Jane Fonda), but the workout as a whole is a good one. I certainly feel it. All over. Name a muscle group, and it's sore. This is in addition to my walking regime (3-5 miles a day) and dance rehearsals that are kicking my rear end (not to mention slapping it). Dancing for 4 hours in 3 inch heels will do good things for your legs, let me tell ya.

And by good, I mean they really, really hurt.

Pain? What pain? I'm not in pain... No....

I've got my costumes for The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. (Shopping for purposely provocative clothes is very freeing. :D) They are, as a whole, low cut, animal print, tight, lacy and sheer. Which explains the whole first part of the post. Except I should have stopped eating last February if I wanted to look like some of the other size two girls. One of them said, "Whores come in all sizes, Carrie."

Um, thanks.

That may be, but in this show we have 1) itty bitty and... 2)me. So... *sigh* What can you do? I have good hair. They can't take that from me.

One of the other "whores" in the show is having to leave the company to join the Broadway touring production of Phantom of the Opera, to understudy and eventually play Christine. I'm so happy for her. I'm the teensiest, tiniest bit jealous, to be completely honest, but really, really overwhelmingly happy for her, on the whole. I don't know what they're going to do about filling her spot. Selfishly, I'd like some more lines, but it'd probably be best if she were replaced, for all the dance formations and libretto parts.

Past that, I've been busy trying to get the house clean; we're a host home for one of our church's home groups every Wednesday night until December. And we're having people over to dinner Friday. And Mom and Tom are coming on Saturday.

Holy cow, I've got to get off the computer. I've got STUFF to do.

Y'all have a great day!

P.S. Farkle is ridiculously addictive.
There is nothing like the feeling of standing in a Dillard's department store dressing room with that damnable unflattering florescent lighting and ill painted walls that make your reflection in the mirrors (that have to be some they got from a frickin' funhouse) pallid and wan.

You stand and gaze at your reflection, willing yourself not to flinch, and inspect the piece of lingerie that you have on. You know that you will wear said piece of lingerie for thousands of people, and it's enough to make you seriously consider MacGuyvering your vacuum cleaner hose into a makeshift liposuction device and getting after some of the cellulite on your thighs. It's definitely enough to make you steadfast on sticking to your diet. It's enough to make you regret everything you ever put in your mouth... like... ever. Ever, ever, ever.


I think I've managed to find something provocative without being slutty.

Which is a sentence I couldn't have predicted writing before a month ago.
My husband goes through food obsessions. Some of the things he's asked for incessantly in the past are: strawberry shortcake, apple crisp, beef stew, chocolate chip cookies, and grilled sandwiches, to name a few. Some girls' husbands bug them about sex. Mine bugs me about food. (And sex. I'm not gonna lie.;))

But this is one time I'm glad he bugged me. )
persephone33: (No carb left behind)
( Jul. 14th, 2009 07:55 pm)
I got all 'Little House on the Prairie' again. :D  I went from gorgeous, perfectly ripe apricots...

To beautiful jars of jam... all within a few hours, and for less than $8.  Move over, Ma Ingalls.  I got it covered.

Rather than give you the step by step, which you can see here, I thought I'd share a bulleted list of  other random stuff:
  • [livejournal.com profile] seegrim  and I are going to rock the Mile High Music Festival this weekend.  I've been writing with the woman for nearly two years, talking to her nearly every day since December of '07, and spending hours and hours on the phone.  It's about time I met her face to face!
  • It's raining.  Hallelujah.
  • I fell while on my walk yesterday (oh, yeah, I'm graceful) & my hand is messed up.  Silly Carrie.
  • I've clocked something like 140 miles walked since the beginning of May.  Get smaller, rear end!
  • I get my grey roots colored tomorrow.  Seriously.  SERIOUSLY.  Enough with the 'growing old' crap.
  • I've been doing lots of painting, lately.  It's SO good for me. I love it.  Soothes my chi or whatever.
  • I've also been doing lots of writing.  I entered the [livejournal.com profile] ronpansy_fest  with [livejournal.com profile] seegrim  and the [livejournal.com profile] dgficexchange  with [livejournal.com profile] mynuet , and both are pretty solid efforts.  I was pleased.  So YAY for that.
  • I was a runner up in the [livejournal.com profile] dg_ldws  this round.  Was fun and challenging.  I learned that I'm too wordy for a limit.
  • five weeks til I have to stand next to my SIL in a swimsuit.  I wish phenfen didn't cause me to die. :(
  • six weeks til my punks go back to school.  Come on, August.
Tell me something cool, f-list.  What's been happening?
persephone33: (nice ass)
( Jul. 10th, 2009 05:03 pm)
Listen, I understand that we have a tumultuous relationship. You bear a lot (*snort*) on a daily basis between my husband and I, but really. Come on, now. I've been trying. Walking five miles a day, five days a week for the past six weeks in the blazing heat, sweating more than any girl should have to is HARD. I deserve a little movement from you. Instead, all I get are smug looks and profane little clicks that land on the same bloody (horrifying) number every damn day. All I'm asking for is a couple of pounds. Five. We'll start with FIVE measly pounds. You can do that, can't you? Even the stubbornnest of my features, my thighs have moved a little, exchanging some of the chub for some more defined muscle, and my waist is slowly but surely disappearing where it knows it's not wanted.

So all I'm saying, Mr. Bathroom scale, is that it wouldn't kill you to ease up a little. I've stopped with all the butter. I quit using half and half in my coffee. I've cut WAY back on bread. In fact, if you don't start seeing things my way, I'm gonna chunk you out the upstairs window, and watch you fall to your twisted plastic, metal and springy guts death to the ground below.

And then I'll do the Evil Carrie laugh and inhale a creme brulee or something. Because being good reallllllllly sucks rocks.

You have three weeks, punk ass scale. Consider this your formal written warning.

Sincerely and with the utmost support (for now),

Carrie Leigh

P.S. FUZE Slenderize Blueberry Raspberry drink at 20 calories, is pretty great.
For those of you that don't know, I have a weird diet.  Diet in the sense of the food I eat, not a weight loss regime, necessarily.  It has been exactly one year since I changed my diet.  It started out as a spiritual fast, but morphed into a way of life, I think.  All I know is that I feel so much better, have more energy and don't pack on the pounds like I did before I ate this way.  I don't eat any meat (no, not even chicken or fish -- that's meat), any bread, or any sweets.  I get asked, "What's left?"  I eat veggies and fruit, dairy products, pasta and rice, and of course Mexican food.  Have I lost weight doing this?  Yup.  About 40 pounds.  I started last April at 181 (That's a lot when you're 5'2") and weighed in this morning at 138.  (I'm a four time Weight Watcher Droput, btw) Would I like to lose another 10?  Kind of, but I don't know if that 10 lbs would make that much of a difference anyway.  I mean, my skin isn't as elastic as it used to be, so I don't need more sag than I already have, right?  Anyway, the weight isn't the best thing.  The best thing is that I have the energy to keep up with the boys and live my life, and I have no plans to change anything.  I think it annoys some people, that I don't eat certain things, but I've never had a problem anywhere that I've gone, finding something I can eat.  And it's much easier to get full.  One year.  Wow.  I don't think I've stuck to anything for a year before.  Go me.  It isn't so much self-control as it is a stubborn streak a mile wide.  I gotta be me.

I got my prompt for the [community profile] dgficexchangethis morning.  It is, blessedly, very vague.  Yay.  It's due on Ethan's birthday.  Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.  

The theatre is doing Into The Woods next season for the first show.  I'm not a singer, but I'd sell my Grandmother into white slavery to play a role in that musical.  (Sorry, Grandma, but I totally would.  I'd pay to get you out once it was over.) Little Red Riding Hood, especially.  I've been listening to the music for the last two days...  and there is NO WAY that I can hit some of those notes without medicinal help.  I'm contemplating taking voice lessons, actually.  What else do I have to do this summer?  Besides vacation (Going to NYC with Mom & Sister -- YAY!) and lay by the pool?  That sounded bratty.  Sorry.  Anyway, Into the Woods is one of my favorites of all time; Act One is wickedly funny, one of the best books around, with a Sondheim score (stinking hard music) and Act Two has huge lessons and morals.  The best kind of theatre.  It makes you laugh, and then makes you think.  I want it so bad I can taste it.  And that's never good.  I guess I have three months to learn how to get up above my small range.  Here I go!


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