persephone33: (Musical Theatre)
( Jun. 6th, 2011 11:25 am)
☂ It's the anniversary of the Allies invasion of Normandy, but more to the point of this post, it's my wedding anniversary. Thirteen years ago, [ profile] nolankyle and I were married and then proceeded to re-enact storming the beaches of France and a World War II-like battle for the next four years. Fortunately, we achieved peace just shy of nuclear detonation. Good Times.

☂ Summer rocks. I have lain by the pool with a book for the last week, while my kids exhausted themselves playing soccer, basketball, swimming and diving. Life does not get better than that.

☂ There were two wildfires last week; they burned hundreds of acres of land to the north and south of my house, and I can see all of the charred earth when I step outside my front door. We need rain. In a BIG, big way.

☂ The Opening titles of Game of Thrones are mesmerizing. It's like the Sesame Street mini-documentary on making crayons - I can't look away.

☂ I'm still slogging through the Outlander series. Seriously, the woman is wordy to the point of distraction. She uses a hundred words when four would really do - but I still stayed up until 1 am this morning finishing the fourth. So I guess I like them. Really, I like the characters, not the book.

☂ The first six minutes of the new season of True Blood looks... interesting. Here's the link, if you're curious.

☂ My twenty year high school reunion is in October. Twenty. Years. That makes me a little nauseated, frankly, for two reasons. One: Twenty years, and two, twenty damn years. Ugh. I hope I'm at least thin by then.
After thinking that today would be chock full of STUFF that I had to do, I find myself home, sipping on a homemade cafe mocha, and sitting.

*I like sitting.

*It annoys me when restaurant restrooms have some clever indication on the doors instead of simply reading "Women" or "Ladies." I don't want to think, I just want to pee. Thank God for the braille placards that have the right words.

*Sometimes yellow lights were meant to be run. Think about that, Amarillo drivers.

*I'm tired of all the pumpkin recipes, food blogs of the world. Gross. Please stop.

*Writing, after not having done so in nearly a YEAR, is hard. Really hard. I haven't lost the impetus, but I'm clearly out of practice.

*Carpooling is GENIUS. Whoever came up with it gets two gold stars and a kiss.

*My grandmother had a stroke last Wednesday, but is in therapy now and may even get to go back to her own home in a few weeks. I think that's brilliant and miraculous! Amen.

*Still disappointed in Bones and Castle. Boo, hiss.

*That science experiment list from a few posts back? The eight year-old's. I have bigger problems than I thought.

*I've started a new bag design, and it is CUTE. More work, but CUTE. Did I mention that it was cute?

*I've planted over 250 bulbs and separated a crapload of irises over the past few weeks. I want to see the flowers. Now. Alas, I won't get to until spring. Delayed gratification sucks out loud. Can anyone identify?

*The priority inbox feature on gmail is wonderful.

*Time to start thinking about Christmas shopping. I do so love making those lists.

*Don't forget to enter November's contest, HERE. Tell me what you're thankful for, and win a prize. Maybe. :D
persephone33: (Blah blah blah blahologist)
( Aug. 25th, 2010 12:58 pm)
As a writer, an actress, an artist and a fellow human being, I receive at least a rudimentary form of criticism for everything I do. Whether it's a review for one of my stories, someone who doesn't buy one of my bags, a raised eyebrow at one of my watercolors, or not getting cast when I audition, being criticized is tough.

I'm going to tell you a secret. I don't handle criticism well.

At all. Even a little.

What I do normally is call my mom and bitch about it, or throw a hissy fit, or vent for a while, and then I feel better, but there may be healthier ways to deal. (Not that those don't have their place, because they do. Certainly.

As an adult, a grown woman, and a recovering bitch, I've learned a few things about accepting criticism graciously. Or at least with a minimum of bloodshed.

6 ways to deal... )

Now I just have to practice what I preach. Harder said than done. :)
persephone33: (My cupcakes bring all the boys)
( Feb. 12th, 2010 08:00 pm)
I made heart-shaped strawberry cake truffles today for a little valentine dance soiree we're attending this evening.

As ever, my boys came in from their parties at school so high I could SMELL the sugar on them, and when I said, "Hey look what mommy made today!" they gave me a pitying look, patted me, and proceeded to go outside and run off the buzz, presumably.

So I have to share with you nice people. If I'd wanted someone to oooh and ahhh over my art and sewing and cooking, I should've had a girl. Too late now, because THAT ship has sailed.

Anyhoo, on to the pictures.

The rest under a cut, because I know how some of you like your clutter-free friend pages... )

Day 8 without Aidan. Going into serious withdrawals.
persephone33: (Mad Ninja Skillz)
( Jan. 11th, 2010 08:09 pm)
[ profile] tracyj23 , in her last post, suggested a more positive and thankful tone for posting. She wasn't speaking to me personally I don't think, but it was a good suggestion nonetheless.  When I'm not thinking about it, I tend toward the negative.  The sardonic... the sarcastic.

Not that that doesn't have its place. Because you know, I wouldn't be me without all that.  :D

Anyway, today was a good day. Gooood day. Nothing important happened, but I crossed a lot of different things off the to to list, and crossing things off lists is kind of a kink for me. I lurve it. Luuuurve. One of my friends is going to help me with the interfacing for the mountain o' bags (WOO!) and she dropped off an early birthday present for me with a fancy wine glass, herb shears, a microplaner, a new bag and a table scarf. I feel very pampered and loved!

We leave Wednesday evening to spend time with my side of the family for the extended weekend, and seriously? Couldn't be happier about it. Nolan's taking me to see Laughter on the 23rd Floor at the Water Tower Theatre on Thursday, and I finally get to give everyone their Christmas presents.

*happy sigh*

The only thing that would make things better is if I could get my writing groove back. But it'll happen. Everything happens, eventually, right?
persephone33: (Seriously?)
( Mar. 24th, 2009 11:35 am)
You know I have a penchant for telling cute kid stories.

Well, I think they're cute. Sometimes. Most times.

But they've sort of moved from cute to maddening in the past few months.

As you the reader may or may not know, my husband and I have a very playful relationship. He likes to lurk in corners and surprise me, or trick me into thinking something that's just patently not true. Because really. I'm gullible. I take people at their word.

I know. Shocking.

But in the past, I've tried to do the same to him with varying degrees of results. I need practice on subterfuge. It's not a strength I have. In any case, I digress.

Pain in the rear kid & husband story under the cut )
"Sometimes it's difficult to be alive, you know? Just to try to function.  There are all these people to deal with.  I used to find it difficult to leave the house because of them.  People, I mean."   - Laughing Wild, by Christopher Durang

That line's been running through my head on a loop for the last week. It was from a monologue cutting I did for a scholarship audition, years ago.  It's funny how these thing com back at weird times.

Random thoughts:

*My attention to detail is not good.  This used to bother me, but it simply does not anymore.  If you have to fix my mistakes, try to do so without making me feel stupid.  Or talking to me about it at all.  And I'll do the same for you.

*Conflict cripples me.  I cannot function in the midst of a fight.  My instinct is to withdraw.  The fact that I say nothing does not mean that I agree or disagree, for that matter.

*Because I choose to be silent does not, in fact, make me weak.  I think to refrain from speaking is one of the hardest things in the world to do.

*I love Lego Star Wars with every fiber of my being.  That game has united my children, forcing them to WORK TOGETHER.  The planets must've aligned just right.  I don't understand why Indiana Jones shows up, but I love it all the same.

*blueberry muffins soothe a lot of pain.

*I'm grateful for friends.

*one of my favorite things is going for a walk with my dog.  She's so excited.  And joyful while we're out.  And grateful.  Of course, she's grateful to get back on the couch when we get back, as well.

*I love writing.  I'd become disillusioned with it in the past three years or so, but my love for it is back.  I'm inspired.  So YAY.

* And because I can, and really enjoyed this the last time I did it::

For the first five people that reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash, it might be a mix CD, or a rubber duck, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome. Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 30 days or fewer. (Or as long as it takes.:)) The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first five to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR LiveJournal - cause it's fun to give people stuff. (Please read all the comments because I'll be replying to people, and this will make my comment numbers jump up.)  

If I don't already have your address, (and why not?  I'm not a stalker!) you can send it to  :)
Just when I thought life couldn't get more fabulous...

I'm 34 years old and I just got my first brand new car!  YAY!

He's being rained on as I type this!

But he needs a name!  Any suggestions?


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