persephone33: (Musical Theatre)
( Oct. 25th, 2011 04:59 pm)
...That's not to be confused with a blog about cornucopias, which would just be boring.

A cute kid story, one of my neuroses, a Victorian costume slideshow and a callback, all wrapped up in one tight little blog. )
☆ There are nine billion things that I should be doing: Listening to my score, trying to rehearse my score, prepping food for home group, getting ready to go to the library for my shift, having some sort of balanced breakfast (since a pot of coffee and a piece of cheese that hung over the edge of the sandwich AJ made for lunch doesn't really count), vacuuming, etc. I won't list them all here, because nine billion is, as you know, a buttload. You can use those terms interchangeably, fyi. You're welcome.

☆ I did ten loads of laundry yesterday. That is NOT hyperbole. In those ten loads, I fished out both the boys' wallets, seventy-two cents, several candy wrappers, one empty ziploc baggie and a lego. In one of those loads, I washed (and halfway dried) the core of a pear. I'm planning a talk with the kids about emptying their pockets before they put their jeans in the laundry.

☆ Sometimes I find it difficult to be around people. The annoyance factor is pretty high. And sometime I lack the control to monitor what comes out of my mouth in response to them.

☆ I think I'm going to have to give up on NBC's Chuck. I haven't made it through ONE episode this year. I really liked it in the beginning, but now... Blah. In related news, if John Krasinski wasn't on The Office, I wouldn't be watching that, either. I am, however, looking forward to the rest of the season of Bones. And not just because of David Boreanaz. Okay, mostly because of David Boreanaz.

☆ There was live music at the restaurant in which we dined last night; I scandalized my ten year old with the lyrics to Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, and have since altered the lyrics to "...Baddest man in the whole DARN town." *sigh*

☆ My daffodils are in full bloom and my other bulbs (tulips irises, hyacinth) are emerging. I know some of you loathe it, but I adore Spring (I don't suffer from seasonal allergies, so that's a plus). I can wear lighter clothes, the flowers bloom and the grass turns green, and I don't have to worry about driving in the ice and snow. It's awesome. (And not awesome in the surfer, teenager, vernacular - I'm talking awesome in the Old Testament version of the definition. I mean AWESOME.)

☆ If you're going to hug someone, commit. Don't do affection halfway. If you don't want to commit to a hug, refrain. It's just that simple.

☆ And thus endeth Carrie's observations on life for Wednesday. Have a good one, all.
persephone33: (I love vinyl)
( Mar. 4th, 2011 08:57 am)
I bring you a post with a story, this morning.

I've shared what I call 'cute kid stories' with you over the years; I think they're cute, anyway. You people might think they're moronic and I'm wasting my computer's battery relaying it - but whatever. Here's another.

Puff something. I KNOW it's Puff Something! )
persephone33: (record/Cassandre)
( Jan. 6th, 2011 10:17 am)
I got an itunes gift certificate for Christmas, and I was wondering if anyone had recommendations for me? A song you think I HAVE to have? An album that's great? An oldie that you think I might have overlooked?

One of your favorites, perhaps? I'll give them a listen.

Thanks. :)
persephone33: (Mad Ninja Skillz)
( May. 6th, 2010 03:35 pm)
It's documented. Look it up.

(It's only documented right here, but whatever.)

Nolan decided to take me to San Fransisco this weekend! We only just decided to go on Monday, and we leave in the morning, so it all sort of snuck (not a word. sue) up on me. I have managed to exercise with a friend, do all the laundry, pack for the kids and I, and get Ethan's choir uniform and tie dyed t-shirt ready for his performance tomorrow (Which I'm going to miss! I'm a bad mom. A mom who will be in California having goooooood wine). I've been to the chiropractor (because my back protested all the mopping I did yesterday -- but the floors are SOOOO mopped), the dollar store to get supplies for my acting class this afternoon, managed to cook my lunch for this insanely healthy VLC diet, AND went to JoAnne's, got fabric, filling and thread, and made AJ a phase 2 moon costume (Um...don't ask. I didn't) for his school play on Tuesday.

I did not get to the post office. Sorry Mom and [ profile] leigh_adams, the stuff I need to send you is sitting on my dresser, mocking me. It'll be next week and late, but still super cool. My most sincere apologies to the both of you.

My literary friend Holle Wood (aka [ profile] norablackbird, not that she ever uses her LJ and YES, that is her real name) dropped off some new books for me to read! Wheeeeeeeee! I love reading on airplanes. It's the BEST. Thanks, Holle!

Now I'm off to teach class have dinner with a group of girlfriends and see the musical 'Grease,' for which I made two quilts , three kelly green cheerleader skirts and sewed a ton of hot pink rickrack to fuzzy white bathrobes for the Beauty School Dropout number. I cannot think of a better way to kick off my vacation weekend!

See you all on Tuesday!

And happy mother's day to my sweet mom, and all you other girls out there with kidlets. Have a great day!
persephone33: (Default)
( Mar. 8th, 2010 12:16 pm)
I've been banging away at my [ profile] dgficexchange story this morning. I've got about 5,000 words and only just hit the first plot point.

*sigh* I'm glad there's a word cap this go round. It helps keep things narrowed down so that I don't go down rabbit trails. Or plot bunny trails as the case may be. *har dee har har*

I'm having a crisis of decision: I really want to audition for Grease. It's hands down one of my favorite musicals, and although I'm tired already, it surely would be cool to end the season the same way I began it. With a musical. I've got a song ready and everything, Gershwin's "Someone Who'll Watch over Me." I &hearts that song. It makes me all romantic and squishy.

But there's a girl's trip with Mom & Emily that I want to go on in mid-April, and a Train concert we've been invited to late March.

Plus the aforementioned exchange and everything else in my life that needs doing. It's completely feasable, and Nolan has been supportive of whatever I want to do.

So, yeah. I'm selfish, but I really want to take the chance of being gone for another two months. On the other hand, I might be too old and not get cast. It happens. Though the rumor is the director is going older....

So, yeah. Thoughts?

And anyone willing to beta read my story for the exchange? For typos, plot continuity and Briticisms? Pretty please? still fun!

iTunes Fic Challenge

1. Pick your favorite fandom
2. Put iTunes on shuffle
3. Write a drabble for the first ten songs.  (I did FIVE)
4. You can only write for the duration of the song.  (That was hard!)

(My songs were Tequila Sunrise, City, Decode, The Difference, and Unforgettable.)
Yesterday afternoon in the car driving across town, Ethan decides that all of my CDs are not worth listening to (I think I've not taken any out of the changer for a year), takes my ipod out of my purse and plugs it into the tape deck converter thingy, then in the time it would have taken me to discover that the little orange "hold" button is on, clicks his way to Journey's Greatest Hits, and informs me that he and some friends are singing "Don't Stop Believing" for their talent show.

Glee. The great music equalizer.

He informed me that no, he did most certainly did not need my help with choreography. *huffs*

That isn't the point of the story, though. We're driving along, singing at the top of our lungs (me having illicit thoughts about Cory Monteith and Ethan doing a passable Steve Perry), ignoring the eye rolling going on in Aaron's corner of the car, when Ethan abruptly stops the music.

And informs me that I'm singing the wrong words.

I say something along the lines of "Oh, ho, little blond boy who is nine years old! You think you know better than I who had this album on vinyl and then tape and then CD? You think you know better than me?"

All this said in a very smug Iknowmorethanyou tone of voice.

Turns out, he did in fact know more than me. Since 1981, or as near to that as I was allowed to listen to rock music, I thought the words were "I've seen her in a smokey room... the smell of wine and cheap perfume." As it happens, the lyrics are "A singer in a smokey room...." What the hell, Journey? ENUNCIATE the next time you release one of my favorite songs so thirty something women don't have to watch their nine year-old sons do the "I was right" dance. (Which he totally gets from his father.)

Okay? That'd be great. Thanks muchly.
Yes, I realize it hasn't been that long since I posted for yesterday, but I'm disturbed. Veeeeerrrry disturbed.

I dreamed that I was dating Michael Jackson.


I'll just sit over here and let that sink in for a bit.

Hey, subconscious? Next time you send me a dead icon to make out with, could it maybe be Cary Grant, please? Thanks. )

I have a new favorite pair of jeans. Who here loathes jeans shopping, raise your hand? I tend to find a pair I like and wear them until they fall apart. So when I found The Boyfriend Jean at Ann Taylor Loft, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I went to their website today to order another pair, and guess what? SOLD OUT. They say they may still have them in the stores, not that it does me any good because there isn't an Ann Taylor Loft in Amarillo. *bats eyelashes at my mother who lives in Arlington* Flipping figures, right?

Also, my left hand is gimpy. I don't know if it's from all the typing, or what, but it aches something fierce. Send good thoughts, please.

Last thing... the howling at the beginning of Thriller freaks Katie out. Join the club, sister. I remember being in Melissa Lovell's living room, listening to that record for the first time (I think we were in the fourth grade) and almost peeing my pants when Vincent Price started cackling at the end. I know I screamed. I was a dork even back then. ;)
Go here to this cool make your own band site thingy.  I'm geeking out.
persephone33: (valium mocha)
( Jun. 5th, 2009 07:53 pm)
This day has sucked baboon butt. Seriously.  So, instead of bitching, I give you my top ten things that have made me happy today.

10.  Fresh blueberries that don't cost $5 for a handful.  Fresh fruit season, in fact.  Delightful.
9.  Recipe Blogs.  The Pioneer woman, in particular.
8.  The story for [ profile] ronpansy_fest rocking right along.  [ profile] seegrim  and I have a nice little story happening.  :)  We're at 8,332 words.
7.  That I can say the whole prologue to Star Trek.  (Nolan says this shouldn't make me happy, but assures that I am, in fact really dorky.  Something you and I already knew. *wink*)
6.  Children laughing as they play in the sprinkler.  The fact that my kids are still entertained by doing so.
5.  My ipod jack for the car.  Tunes.  Always make me happy.  AC/DC with the sunroof open.
4.  Friends keeping me company on the phone while I grocery shop.
3.  Clean sheet day!
2.  Lists.  Grocery, to do, and the satisfaction that comes from crossing things off of them.
1.  Winning stuff!

My sister and her cute family arrive tonight, so I'll be away for most of the weekend - I'll probably be available again Sunday evening.  Have a good one, y'all!
persephone33: (writer coffee)
( Nov. 23rd, 2008 11:07 am)
Teenaged boys are gone, my own children have not yet arrived back home, so I'm basking in the glow of a quiet home.  I've been trying to put things back together.  It's not too bad, really.  They were sweet boys, and made me laugh a LOT.  We really enjoyed ourselves this weekend, and a couple of the boys will be forever changed by the retreat, I think.  So it was worth it.

The band that they had for the kids was fabulous.  I bought a CD.  They're out of Houston and they rock.  I don't even really like most "Christian" music.  They're called The Access, and their music can be heard here.  Seriously, you won't be disappointed.  No cheesy stuff here.

Also (lest you think I've become someone else), how cute are these necklaces?  Must not.  Must resist.  But if I get Christmas money, We all know what I'm going to buy...

Aaaand, Mrs. Meyers Clean Day All Purpose Cleaner and Countertop Spray in geranium scent?  I want to marry it and have little awesome baby cleaning products with it.  It's de-funkifying my house as we speak.  :D

You folks have a lovely rest of your lazy Sunday afternoon.  I'm going to work on my exchange fic.  Must.  Finish. Soon.  Eeek.  EEEEEEEEK.
persephone33: (record/Cassandre)
( Nov. 13th, 2008 11:42 am)
I posted praise music at [ profile] 2ormore  today, for those that are interested.  The posts are usually locked, but that was a lot of work, so I thought I'd share with you all as well. 


Step 1: put your music player on shuffle
Step 2: post the first line from the first 25 15 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Check off the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google is cheating.

Kate? You haven't done this in awhile. A looooong while. And you have cool music (that I know)!

Don't judge my music. I'm old, lest you forget. )

I feel that these are ridiculously easy. Go forth and guess.
 Would anyone like to tell me why a child's medical emergencies only happen between the hours of 2 a.m. and 4:30 a.m., when all normal people are trying to freaking sleep?  

And why they never go to Nolan's side of the bed?

(Actually, I can answer that.  They could've lost an arm and be bleeding out, and Nolan would say, "You're fine.  Go back to bed.")

So.  The boys are at my bedside in their little boxer-briefs, shivering, and Ethan tells me, "I can't breathe." 

If you don't have children who have had upper respiratory troubles since they were 15 months old, words simply cannot express how much you hate those words.  I immediately go into Super!Mom mode.   Like I hadn't been asleep for the last 5 hours already.  Out comes the nebulizer, the Xopenex, and the pedia care & tylenol.  I sit with him while we do a double treatment, and he goes back to sleep rather easily.  I, on the other hand, did not.  And as a little extra added bonus, I think I've got it, too.

His fever keeps coming back, but the flu and strep tests were negative when I took him to the doctor yesterday morning.  Any advice from you moms on the f-list?  If not, we hunker down and wait it out.

Aaron is an iron man.  The child never gets sick, and he's a little indignant that Ethan's getting to stay home from school again. 

Please let us get better before we have to spend 16 hours in a car.  Pretty please?  With sugar on top?

And a little side of delightful:  [profile] reenie1sent me MUSIC yesterday, and it's freaking AWESOME, you don't even know.  I'm listening to the Best of Led Zepplin (according to her) on the car ride home, looking at Ethan in the rear view mirror to make sure he's alright, thinking that he's going to make a comment about the new music.  Because he notices when I get something new.  He didn't say a word.  I chalk  it up to him being sick.  

Then, I get him home and tuck him beneath a blanket on the couch, and  stick in Bridge to Terabithia, and he says in a small little voice, "Mom?  That CD in the car rocked."

I have to agree.  It totally did.  :D
I have always been a little proud of my taste in music.  I thought it was at least unique, or a little special to someone of my age.  My musical leanings were very much influenced by my Dad and, oddly enough, my Stepfather (who had his issues, but his music was great) and by an older girl when I was a freshman in college.  She was 30, I was 18, and she took me under her wing and helped me out, and forced me to listen to classic rock.  I have come to discover that the music that I was so smug about knowing all of the lyrics to has become wildly popular.  It took my sons, my innocent little boys, to point this out to me.  The songs that I have on CD and listen to in the car and at home have become...  commercial.

I can't remember in what order it happened, but it started with The Who.  A five year old pipes up...  "That's from the T.V. show you watch, Mommy!"  

*Mommy makes an effort to make sure said five year-old doesn't see any of the Las Vegas-y or Morgue-ish scenes from CSI and goes on*

It continued with Charlie's Angels.  Heart, Journey, Bon Jovi...I swear I have just about everything from that second movie. Kid's Movies.  The Monkees,  Elton John (& not just the stuff he wrote for Disney), R.E.M., and of course Freddie Mercury and Queen.  (Okay, they've been this way since Wayne's World, but still.)  Even The Beatles.

So I've come to the conclusion that the music that I like is all commercial.  Even AC/DC.  Aerosmith.  I'm no longer quirky.  No longer special, because all my favorites have either been Muzaked to shop to at the grocery store or splashed all over the latest movie soundtrack.  Fine.  But I'm still singing along.  It just a little unnerving when the preschool kids in the backseat are singing along, too.

Though, this morning they were singing along to Yellow Submarine, which is decidedly not commercial, and thinking about those two little voices yelling, "Sky of blue!  Sea of green!"  sends me into fits of giggles four hours later.

I have a pick-up rehearsal tonight (Maybe I should look at my script.  Maybe I should look FOR my script), and then start the second weekend of the show, can't wait to have pics to post!


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