So staying up until 2 am and then getting up at 7 does not agree with my body like it did when I was 25... But I did go to the cast party last night and had a fabulous time, and then got up to finish cleaning and getting ready for AJ's birthday party (I'll post pics of that on his actual birthday. A good time was had by all.) I even managed to sneak in a nap this afternoon - though I had very strange, not particularly restful dreams so I woke up frazzled.

I'm running out the door to the theatre, but I thought I'd post finished pics of the set, now complete with set dressing and everything. I think they did an exceptional job.

If you want to see... )

Alright, I'm off to see about getting some caffeine so I can make it through the evening without yawning.

Big love to all!
Now behind a cut! )

I have AJ's birthday party today, and I would do just about anything to get out of it and go back to sleep. The show had an awesome opening night and an even more awesome cast party, that Nolan and I even took the boys to. SO much fun!

But birthday parties. Le blech.
persephone33: (evil plot)
( Feb. 10th, 2009 08:04 am)
So Ethan has started "Battle of the Books," whatever that is, and after dinner last night he was sitting at the bar, telling us about it, and leafing through his first book. 

Ethan.  I'm already on chapter 21!

Me.  Fantastic!

Ethan.  They're really short chapters.

Me.  That's okay.  What's it about?

Ethan.  It's about this girl that was raised by dolphins.

Me.  (head snaps up - I freeze in the middle of loading the dishwasher)  What?!

Nolan.  (Hearing the same thing that I heard)  He said RAISED.  Raised.

Me.  Oh, heck, no.  (grabs the book)

Ethan.  Daddy, why does Mommy hate dolphins so much?

Nolan.  It's a long story, son.

Carrie.  (mutters)  Not so much long as x- rated.

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Sure enough, it was The Music of Dolphins, by Karen Hesse.  What the crap kind of sick-o writes a book about that?!  An award-winning sick-o, evidently.  A critically acclaimed sick-o.  You can read it online, evidently, here.  Harumph.

Maybe I should just write a book about something that I hate, and I'll be a published author.  Bunnies, owls, squirrels...  heck, lets face it, nearly all woodland creatures.  Or my terror of being buried alive (Nolan has strict orders to have me cremated), or Wal-Mart on a Friday afternoon, or the school parking lot (where I may or may not have played 'chicken' with someone this morning), or a month solid of children's birthday parties....

Or maybe, I could find a way to lump all those in the SAME book.  *shudders*

Wow.

The crazy leaked out all over the place this morning, huh?

Carry on, f-list.

May I bitch for a moment?

Hubs got back without new head for the wall or freezer full of steaks, and for that I am thankful.  What I'm not thankful for is the fact that he dumped all his dirty laundry next to the washer and left it.  I stared at it loathingly for two days then washed it.  Not with a joyful heart.

My youngest got strep and passed it on to me, as I get it whenever anyone in a ten foot radius has been exposed.  Bastard viruses.  Or whatever they are.

Had to go to a kid party on Saturday.  Words aren't enough to express how much I can't stand these.

Thursday is Thanksgiving dinner at the kids' school.  I hate these a skosh less.  Maybe me being sick *cough* will get me out of it.

Hubs informed me that our house payment will go up 250% for the new house.  *gulp*  I'm sorry, I know I have a liberal arts degree, but WOWZA.  I hope we don't end up with a pretty house and no money to buy food.

Does anyone ever get poster's remorse?  You post something and then...  you just want to delete it IMMEDIATELY, for fear it's offensive, or not good enough, or makes you a liitle sick?  I may be just being dramatic.  It's an occupational hazard.

My playwrighting class *GLARES AT STUDENTS* is way, way behind.  We have seriously got to get it in gear, or the Spring semester will NOT go as planned.  I like plans.  I like it when they go my way.  As it stands now, they are most definitely NOT going my way.

I agreed to do costumes for A Christmas Carol.  You know, it's simple.  "NO."  That's all I had to say, and yet, I'll be up sewing til 3 a.m. soon.  *sigh*

The holidays are coming.  THAT always makes me want to go hide in a cave for two months.  

Have you heard that song down there?  I know it's a GAP ad, but I LOVE it! 


persephone33: (SQUEE!)
( Mar. 5th, 2007 04:19 pm)

1.  I am going to see Rick Springfield in concert on Friday.  When my husband showed me the tickets I squealed like a 13 year-old girl.  I don't care if he's sixty - I've still got a crush!  YAY!  Rick Springfield!  WOOO HOOOO!

2.  I sent out *gulp* thirty-one invitations to my five year-old's birthday party.  I feel a little nauseated.  I keep telling myself, "He's worth it.  They won't all come.  He's worth it."

3.  My first grader got in the car after school today and he said, (with much distaste) "I got attacked by girls today.  I just tripped and fell and they jumped on me."  My first thought was "What kind of school are they running over there?" and then, "In 10 years you'll wish they'd jump on you."  Neither of which I said out loud.  

4.  For the last five years or so I've been reading a cozy mystery series by Nancy Atherton.  The "Aunt Dimity" series.  They are such a sweet read, you don't have to think very much, and everything always ends happily.  I got the most recent one today and I'm sad I'm not going to get to read it til after I get home from teaching my class and rehearsal.

5.  I wrote 6 more pages last night.  I'm getting there.  We've acheived catburglary!

That's it.  Happy Monday!

persephone33: (Carrie & Emily)
( Mar. 2nd, 2007 11:48 am)
I own this movie and had not watched it in ages, so I pulled it out to watch while a did an enormous pile of ironing, to make the chore more palatable.  This movie is SO GOOD, for so many different reasons.  It is beautifully filmed, costumed and acted.  Alan Rickman has never been more attractive.  Hugh Laurie is a complete delight to watch.  Is there any character less redeemable than Fannie Dashwood?  Gah, I hate her!  Everytime I read or watch this, I want John Dashwood to grow a backbone, but alas, he never does.  Emma Thompson is too old to play Eleanor, but I completely understand why she did so.  The scene wherein Miss Dashwood finds out that Edward isn't married is so visceral...  I always feel it with her.  And when she gets emotional at Marianne's sickbed telling her that she can't live without her...  well, I think you might have to have a sister to understand that.  So, chalk it up to sentimentality, or hormones, I cried.  And had a fabulous time.  If you haven't seen the movie, or better yet, read the book, you really must.  Go.

This icon reminds me of me and my little sister when we were younger.  Love you, Em!

We have not just one but TWO children's birthday parties to attend this weekend.  If  you know me at all, you know the intense LOATHING I hold for these events.  *sigh of despair*  And to top it off, Aaron's fifth birthday party will be held next weekend.  No getting away from that one, I guess.

Everyone have a lovely weekend!
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