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We're well into summer now, and I've left town several times and have some thought-y thoughts I'd like to get down before they leave me, or are all sucked out by the sun, wind and chlorine.

( writing pontification and beta request ).

( theatre and cute kid story )

I have to agree.

The next thing I'm going to audition for is South Pacific (*sigh*) Mousetrap, and possibly, I heard through the grapevine, that the theatre's trying to get the rights to God Of Carnage (*excited squeal*). Wow. That'd be awesome. AWESOME, I tell you. Jeff Daniels and Marcia Gay harden were in it on Broadway last year when we were there. Mom saw it and said it was incredible.

In closing, we're going to the cabin in Childress this weekend for the plum picking, jam making extravaganza and the 4th of July. I'm actually excited. One thing about writing by yourself, you can do it even without internet access.

Have a great week, everyone!

&hearts Go HERE and read 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, deedsk_tx and 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!

This is a story about the differences between women and men. Wait, not that kind. If you need that, go find another website. This will be safe enough for the kids at home.

Mostly.

Let me preface this by saying that my husband is a brilliant man. He's an Electrician and Electrical Contractor, runs a business and manages the forty employees or so in our company, and he can do math in his head that for me would require a pencil, paper, calculator and I'd also have to remove both my shoes so I could count on my toes, too.

Words, though, aren't his thing. He likes to read, but don't expect him to read anything quickly. I, on the other hand, took speed reading as an elective once upon a time, so rarely do I read everything word for word. I have to make myself slow down and take extra pleasure in a book that I'm reading for fun. The result is that Nolan's retention of what he reads is nearly 100% where mine somewhere around the 50% mark.
( or 'You can't Put That Shark In That Cage.' )

I don't know if this will be funny to anyone else but me. :D But I think it's stinking hysterical.

There are things Nolan does that drive me nuts. Three things, to be exact. I don't liked to be yelled at from all the way across the house, I don't like it when he leaves his stuff in a heap on the bar when he comes home from work, and I don't like it when he tickles or jumps out of the corners to scare me. But so, so, SO many things I do annoy the hell out of him. Too many to be enumerated here. Honestly? It's because he cares about everything. And that's a good quality, sometimes. But it does tend to wear on one a bit. Also, I don't care enough about things. It's one of the reasons we work so well together.
( If marriage weren't an adventure, not as many people would do it. )

You won this battle, Nolan Kyle. But the war isn't over.

Ten points if you can tell me what the title is in reference to.

Does anyone out there "get" me? Or am I doing this only to amuse myself?

Anyway.

So most of you know my husband, who is not only handsome and the love of my life, but also, hands down, one of the funniest people I have ever met. I giggle constantly around him. In fact, one of his nicknames for me is 'giggles.' Along with 'baby,' 'sweetie,' and 'beautiful bride.' (Sidenote: He never, EVER calls me Carrie. So when he actually says my name, I go into Panic!Crisis! mode wondering if A) The house is on fire and I need to evacuate immediately, or B) I've made a mistake while amending the checkbook. P.S.? It's usually B.)

Anyhow, Nolan and I were having one of those discussions last night... He'd lured me into the bedroom under false pretenses, I might add, and we were discussing the very BANE of my existence when it comes to Very Important Marriage Issues: Money.

We wrapped up that discussion without any yelling, shedding of tears or gnashing of teeth (and it only took us twelve years of wedded bliss to achieve this!) and the conversation moved on to where it inevitably goes - because he's HIM: Sex.

Now, fear not, gentle reader. My mom reads this blog, and I think a couple of aunts and step aunts and various girls from church, so I'm not going to get explicit or anything. But for the more shy of you, or the ones that don't need too much information about my marriage, I'll put it beneath a cut.

( Go ahead! Do the 'Too Much Information' dance with me! )

And don't forget about this month's friends list contest! For all you Angsty Annie Writers who want to win some bubble baths and Lush bath bombs, you can enter your effort in the comments to THIS post. A list of ships I'm particularly fond of can be found HERE. Go forth and give me an emotional catharsis! :D

Oh. And can I tell you this? Writing with other people spoils me. I just finished a rather lengthy story for the dgficexchange with a dear friend yesterday (who will remain nameless til the big reveal), and it felt effortless, with amazing results.

Our church is having what they call resurrection week, a sort of revival thingy, and I have been doing worship art during the services.

(Worship art. I love it. I'm still not sure how to define it or how it all happened, but I get to paint and praise God at the same time. Currently I'm doing a series of watercolors on the fruits of the spirit. It's cool.)

But that's not why I'm posting.

So I'm at the front, sort of off to the side doing my art thang, and Nolan's at the back with the boys. The congregation's singing the song 'Jesus Paid it All,' in which there's a verse that says something like, "... change the leper’s spots... And melt the heart of stone." All of a sudden Nolan's right beside me, whispering in my ear.

Nolan.  Is that a misprint on the words?

Me.  What?

Nolan.  Is it supposed to be leopard?  Or leper?  Do lepers have spots?

(keep in mind here, reader, the congregation IS STILL SINGING)

Me. No. Leper. You know, like, (I make the Grr... Argh face and gesture)


Nolan. (mimics me)

Me. Not a zombie. A leper.

Nolan. is there a difference?

Me. Yes.

Nolan. They have spots?

Me. Yes.

And as soon as he'd arrived, he was off, back to his seat. But I was paralyzed for a good minute giggling about leper zombies in the middle of church. I still don't know if he was serious or not.

Hello, lovely friends!

Life has positively eaten me over the last week. With Nolan gone, every spare minute was spent either sewing, acting or sleeping. The show is going really, really well; I've received more compliments for my performance on this one that I have in a long time. Just about every line gets a laugh. It's very gratifying. But that's not what I'm here to talk about. *see title*



( Bet you didn't know those were possible. )

And my sweet husband is home safe and sound, praise the Lord. I could not be happier. I'll post pictures and tell stories from his trip later, but right now we're busy talking and cuddling and having some good quality time together.

I've put Nolan on a plane to Haiti. *wibble*

It'll be fine. I have faith that everything will be fine. Finefinefine.

In other news, here's a photo from the promo shoot the Globe News took.


I'm the one in the red jacket. Gotta do something about smoothing that bun in my hair.

Have a great weekend!

I had a dream that I was back IN HIGH SCHOOL.

Kill me now, right?

I even had the good sense to dream old NHS as the high school I remember before I worked there, before all the bond elections and renovations.  Long story short? I woke up six times last night, and SLIPPED BACK INTO THE DREAM EVERY SINGLE TIME. Why, oh, why couldn't that ever happen when I'm having lovely dreams about David Boreanaz giving me a foot rub? (Not that I've ever had that dream, but a girl can hope.)

I said short, but here's the long version. I was taking classes that I had NO business being in: Statistics? (I barely passed that in college.) Intro to theatre(?!), Creative Writing (not such a stretch), Anatomy and Physiology, GERMAN (Helloooooo? Never took German. What I know of German I learned from my ex-stepfather and Hogan's Heroes and it consists mainly of expletives and exclamations) and... Agricultural Sciences.

I don't even know how to categorize that last one.

Anyhow, Nolan, Ethan and Aaron were my siblings (please don't 'dream interpret' this for me, I don't have the heart to hear what it means), Mom was out of town and we were all home from school. Aaron got sent home sick, Ethan skipped and Nolan was in college. I was truant as well. I decided not to go because I hadn't finished my homework.

This NEVER happened in high school in real life. In the dream, I was also having issues ducking the truancy officer. Reality? Unless I was DYING, and I mean coughing up a lung or bleeding OUT, I was in school. Always.

So there was my guilt about that.  Also, I hadn't attended an Anatomy and Physiology class more than once the entire semester, and I was worried how I was going to make up the labs... Of dissecting cats, no less. (Fun fact: I actually did that. Brenda Whaley was my lab partner and we named our specimen Fluffy, for obvious reasons.) So I sat at the kitchen table at 214 E. Vilbig and did HOMEWORK all day, even giving Nolan an impromptu lesson on Commedia Dell'arte, which I hadn't thought about since taking one of Dennis Maher (my favorite college professor)'s  "History of" classes.

I've never been more thankful that all I have to do today is sew bags for the Haiti mission trip, cook dinner and go to rehearsal.   I also walked out to the garage to take my kids to school and found that someone had washed and vacuumed my car.  My husband must love me.  Man, my life is better than ANY dream.  Even one in which Special Agent Seeley Booth might give me a foot rub. ;)

So Nolan is on Facebook.

This was met by stunned silence and a raised eyebrow from me, because up to this point in our marriage, my devastatingly handsome husband has eschewed all things as frivolous as internet networking sites.

If he ever gets a livejournal, I'll be paralyzed by the shock of it.

Anyway, he's been on Facebook all of a week maybe, getting friend requests from family members and old school chums and the like when he asks me, "How do I get these people off my page?"

Can I just say he was inordinately pleased with the "Hide All" option? In fact, I'm fairly certain that he wishes there were some way to make a "Hide All" button happen in real life.

I think I might be on board with that, as well, come to think of it.