So, the reason behind all the garage sale posts of late is that Nolan and I are building a house. (Actually, some other very nice men are, but since we're paying for it, I totally feel justified in saying that.) Anyhow, I've been trying to purge the house of the level of sheer, unadulterated volume of CRAP that we've accumuated in the 12 years since hubby's lived here and the 91/2 years that I have. It's insane. A never-ending, trash bag-filled nightmare, I tell you. Anyway, when I was clearing out the crap, I ran across this:
It's a proof of my headshot from when I was eighteen. (For those of you not familiar with the biz, a headshot is an 8x10 black and white glossy with your photo on one side and your resume on the other. I cannot begin to imagine what my resume had on it at eighteen. A bunch of lies, probably.)
Anyway, look! There are absolutely no wrinkles, and
that Carrie looks SO YOUNG! She's innocent, and not yet sullied by all the horrors that life has to offer when you're an adult. But in a kind of wordly way. I've had a half dozen or so other headshots taken of me over the years for the various theatres I've worked for, but theis one's my favorite. And by headshot standards, it's not even that good. I found Nolan's too, (so droolworthy) but his was a copy of his actual headshot, and they wouldn't scan it. Whatever. I will find a way.
Conversely, here are Nolan and I today. Actually yesterday, if you want to get technical.
And here's the house. They say we'll be ready to move in by January 1, 2008.
So that's what I've spent the vast majority of my time working on these past few months. Well, that and
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caliga_rpg. *looks around sheepishly* Are we all keeping up with that? I barely can... Pansy's shaping up very nicely. A little naughty, but you know, what are you going to do? The girl has a mind of her own. Very driven. And I shudder to think about the volume of posts on Halloween. YIKES.
