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Tomorrow's the last show of the run! The 39 Steps has been a great experience.
And here's Chriselda's slideshow of the production. The photographs are, as ever, phenomenal.
I have not personally had a perfect show, yet. Maybe tomorrow. Last chance!
And here's Chriselda's slideshow of the production. The photographs are, as ever, phenomenal.
I have not personally had a perfect show, yet. Maybe tomorrow. Last chance!
KAHLUA FUDGE
( ... )
Chocolate Caramel Dreams
( ... )
COFFEE TOFFEE
( ... )
I have used ELEVEN POUNDS OF BUTTER AND 20 POUNDS OF SUGAR, so far. Holy diabetic coma and clogged arteries, Batman. I've worked hard for the past few days.
( other stuff... )
( ... )Chocolate Caramel Dreams
( ... )COFFEE TOFFEE
( ... )I have used ELEVEN POUNDS OF BUTTER AND 20 POUNDS OF SUGAR, so far. Holy diabetic coma and clogged arteries, Batman. I've worked hard for the past few days.
( other stuff... )Chalk it up to playing three distinctly different characters. I'm feeling a touch schizophrenic.
So. Tonight is preview night. Basically, it's final dress with an audience. Yet, there IS an audience, so it's not like we can go back and call do-over if something goes tragically, horribly wrong. And good lord have mercy, there are just SO MANY THINGS that can go wrong in this show, that I'm forcing myself NOT to think about them, and focus on the really, really great rehearsal we had last night.
The rehearsal we had after we got mid way through Act I and started over.
Yikes.
It was like gasoline on a fire, y'all. The suck explosions just got bigger and bigger and bigger. And bigger.
Yet, the second time around, it was a thing of beauty. So, yes, focusing on the second, beautiful bit and not on the first enormous pile of suckage.
The thing is, this show is FUNNY. Really, really funny. The tech gags are funny. The sound is funny. The actors are hilarious. I'm even mildly amusing at times. This is not one to miss. It's even family friendly. Bring the kids. There are a few very mild profanities, and I do swear in German, but all in all, a good time for everyone. There's action, romance, slapstick humor, a couple of handfuls of different accents, and poking fun at every Alfred Hitchcock film ever made.
But in a completely respectful way. *cough*
So, yes. If you're in the Texas panhandle, come. Call for show times and tickets! (806) 355-9991. You won't be disappointed.
We promise to be an extra 25% funny, just for you.
( And here's a photo of me as a blonde, for your viewing pleasure. )
So. Tonight is preview night. Basically, it's final dress with an audience. Yet, there IS an audience, so it's not like we can go back and call do-over if something goes tragically, horribly wrong. And good lord have mercy, there are just SO MANY THINGS that can go wrong in this show, that I'm forcing myself NOT to think about them, and focus on the really, really great rehearsal we had last night.
The rehearsal we had after we got mid way through Act I and started over.
Yikes.
It was like gasoline on a fire, y'all. The suck explosions just got bigger and bigger and bigger. And bigger.
Yet, the second time around, it was a thing of beauty. So, yes, focusing on the second, beautiful bit and not on the first enormous pile of suckage.
The thing is, this show is FUNNY. Really, really funny. The tech gags are funny. The sound is funny. The actors are hilarious. I'm even mildly amusing at times. This is not one to miss. It's even family friendly. Bring the kids. There are a few very mild profanities, and I do swear in German, but all in all, a good time for everyone. There's action, romance, slapstick humor, a couple of handfuls of different accents, and poking fun at every Alfred Hitchcock film ever made.
But in a completely respectful way. *cough*
So, yes. If you're in the Texas panhandle, come. Call for show times and tickets! (806) 355-9991. You won't be disappointed.
We promise to be an extra 25% funny, just for you.
( And here's a photo of me as a blonde, for your viewing pleasure. )
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This is the first year EVER that the kids aren't dressing up and going trick-or-treating. The boys have rehearsal for James and the Giant Peach, and I have rehearsal for The 39 Steps, and Nolan is sort of a Halloween Grinch, so that's that.
I gotta say, I'm bummed.
So, in the spirit of the season, Here are all the Halloween pictures I could find. And some that are just costumes. If it's not too proud to say, my boys were stinking cute when they were little.
( Years and years of Halloween! )
I gotta say, I'm bummed.
So, in the spirit of the season, Here are all the Halloween pictures I could find. And some that are just costumes. If it's not too proud to say, my boys were stinking cute when they were little.
( Years and years of Halloween! )...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. )
( A cute kid story, one of my neuroses, a Victorian costume slideshow and a callback, all wrapped up in one tight little blog. )Tags:
I have some photographs for your viewing pleasure, this morning. Some of them are hilarious, some are sad, some have me thinking, "Did my parents want a boy?" and some inform the reason that I am the very girly girl I am, today.
The reason for these pictures, that I went digging through old photo albums - you know, the kind with the plastic cellophane sheeting covering a sticky surface, so you have to kind of dig behind the picture before you can get it free - is that my family lost my grandmother last Tuesday morning. She was a vibrant woman, always on the go, always reinventing herself, always changing. And she had a great smile.
She also loved to take pictures of her grandchildren. Or to put it in her words, "You want to have your picture made, honey?"
We'll start with a big bucket full of cute before we get to the tragic.
( Disclaimer: Management is not responsible for anything you snort out of your nose when you see these pictures. )
The reason for these pictures, that I went digging through old photo albums - you know, the kind with the plastic cellophane sheeting covering a sticky surface, so you have to kind of dig behind the picture before you can get it free - is that my family lost my grandmother last Tuesday morning. She was a vibrant woman, always on the go, always reinventing herself, always changing. And she had a great smile.
She also loved to take pictures of her grandchildren. Or to put it in her words, "You want to have your picture made, honey?"
We'll start with a big bucket full of cute before we get to the tragic.
( Disclaimer: Management is not responsible for anything you snort out of your nose when you see these pictures. )I love the smell of my home. You know, when you've been away, and then you come home, and it just smells like home? I like it.
Vacation: In bullet points. 'Cause I'm tired.
§ I have a billion bug bites. And they are worth it, because the beach ROCKS. I'd live there if I could.
§ Southwest Airlines. The good half makes up for the crappy half.
§ I kicked Nolan's ASS at Scrabble. To be fair, he kicked mine a few times, too.
§ I've had costuming dreams, like nonstop since I've been gone. I need to reeeest.
§ I heart seafood. Good seafood. Not Red Lobster. Red Lobster = no good. Real, fresh, seafood? Awesome. Crabcakes. Lord have mercy.
§ Sanibel Island, Florida is a charming community. I highly recommend it if you're looking for a non-commercialized place to vacation.
§ Nolan and I got a tandem bike to ride around the island. For a few minutes while we were getting used to it, our marriage was touch and go.
§ Nolan says he has hip dysplasia from all the bike riding.
§ That may have been because I let him pedal some. Without any help from me. Hee.
§ The ocean is amazing. How it changes from day to day, how it's never the same experience twice. I love the waves. I love swimming in the ocean. It's made me want to write about it, I love it so much. I have a story idea percolating to write in, you know, all my free time.
§ My friend Jason, who house sat for us and took care of our dogs while we were away, left me Kerby Lane pancake mix he got for us from when he was in Austin last weekend. The pups looked happy and well fed, and I will be too, once I make my favorite Austin pancakes. :)
Here are a few shots, if you're into that. I took over 300 photos, so I showed posting restraint.
( Paradise in one journal entry. )
That's it. Anything happen while I was away?
Vacation: In bullet points. 'Cause I'm tired.
§ I have a billion bug bites. And they are worth it, because the beach ROCKS. I'd live there if I could.
§ Southwest Airlines. The good half makes up for the crappy half.
§ I kicked Nolan's ASS at Scrabble. To be fair, he kicked mine a few times, too.
§ I've had costuming dreams, like nonstop since I've been gone. I need to reeeest.
§ I heart seafood. Good seafood. Not Red Lobster. Red Lobster = no good. Real, fresh, seafood? Awesome. Crabcakes. Lord have mercy.
§ Sanibel Island, Florida is a charming community. I highly recommend it if you're looking for a non-commercialized place to vacation.
§ Nolan and I got a tandem bike to ride around the island. For a few minutes while we were getting used to it, our marriage was touch and go.
§ Nolan says he has hip dysplasia from all the bike riding.
§ That may have been because I let him pedal some. Without any help from me. Hee.
§ The ocean is amazing. How it changes from day to day, how it's never the same experience twice. I love the waves. I love swimming in the ocean. It's made me want to write about it, I love it so much. I have a story idea percolating to write in, you know, all my free time.
§ My friend Jason, who house sat for us and took care of our dogs while we were away, left me Kerby Lane pancake mix he got for us from when he was in Austin last weekend. The pups looked happy and well fed, and I will be too, once I make my favorite Austin pancakes. :)
Here are a few shots, if you're into that. I took over 300 photos, so I showed posting restraint.
( Paradise in one journal entry. )That's it. Anything happen while I was away?
I had this at a birthday/anniversary/fourth of July party last week and it was one of those desserts I found myself thinking about all week. So much so that I decided I had to make one myself. It's moist and sweet inside with a caramelized and crunchy outer crust. Served with whipped cream or ice cream (or in an ideal world, both), it's just plain awesome on a plate.
( Recipe and pictures... )
( Recipe and pictures... )Remember when I dyed a lot of stuff and glued it onto costumes? And it took me a month?
Turns out I won an award for it.
A tongue in cheek award, but validation of a job well done, all the same.
( Photos... )
It was a great week, but truly, there's no place like home.
Turns out I won an award for it.
A tongue in cheek award, but validation of a job well done, all the same.
( Photos... )It was a great week, but truly, there's no place like home.
Which sounds like I've only been to Wal-Mart again, but this is not the case.
First, I must show you this. It is not for the faint of heart amongst you, FYI.
( Eeeek! )
First, I must show you this. It is not for the faint of heart amongst you, FYI.
( Eeeek! )Tags:
I'm going to share something very special with you today. Really special. Extra special. Mega special.
Come closer.
No, really. Closer.
I'm going to tell you how to make caramel corn.
Oh, caramel corn. Or Fiddle Faddle. Or Poppycock. Or Cracker Jack. Whatever you choose to call it, it is a wondrous thing, and a gastronomic delight to behold.
Make this. It. Is. AWESOME. And I had all the ingredients in the house without having to make a trip to the store.
( I don't want to bully you, but you need to make this RIGHT NOW. )
Come closer.
No, really. Closer.
I'm going to tell you how to make caramel corn.
Oh, caramel corn. Or Fiddle Faddle. Or Poppycock. Or Cracker Jack. Whatever you choose to call it, it is a wondrous thing, and a gastronomic delight to behold.
Make this. It. Is. AWESOME. And I had all the ingredients in the house without having to make a trip to the store.
( I don't want to bully you, but you need to make this RIGHT NOW. )Ahhhh, friends. It's summertime. Almost. I live in Texas and it's hot. And school's almost out, and I keep my sunroof open all the time, so all that together equals summertime.
And summertime equals cool drinks.
Usually cool drinks equals gin and tonic or mojitos or daquiris.
Don't you love how I've gone all analytical and equation-oriented?
Yeah, me neither.
I digress. Today we're going non-alcoholic and I'm going to teach you nice folks how to make a pretty fabulous iced coffee.
Oh, I hear you thinking out there. Iced coffee? Pfft, Carrie, you pour the coffee that's leftover in the pot over some ice cubes. Done and done.
No. No, this is better. You gotta trust me. I know about exactly three things: Dramatic interp, the care and feeding of little boys, and how to make a dynamite iced coffee. (Technically, I might know more than that, but those three are somewhere at the top of the list.)
So. Iced coffee. Also known as NECTAR OF THE GODS.
Okay. So here we go.
( Tutorial! )
And summertime equals cool drinks.
Usually cool drinks equals gin and tonic or mojitos or daquiris.
Don't you love how I've gone all analytical and equation-oriented?
Yeah, me neither.
I digress. Today we're going non-alcoholic and I'm going to teach you nice folks how to make a pretty fabulous iced coffee.
Oh, I hear you thinking out there. Iced coffee? Pfft, Carrie, you pour the coffee that's leftover in the pot over some ice cubes. Done and done.
No. No, this is better. You gotta trust me. I know about exactly three things: Dramatic interp, the care and feeding of little boys, and how to make a dynamite iced coffee. (Technically, I might know more than that, but those three are somewhere at the top of the list.)
So. Iced coffee. Also known as NECTAR OF THE GODS.
Okay. So here we go.
( Tutorial! )♥ So many things to pontificate about, so little drive to type it all out...
First and most importantly, for those of you who don't already have an action plan in place, May is evidently Zombie awareness month. The linked article is disturbingly sincere, with suggestions about showing awareness by wearing a grey ribbon and buying a book with clever verse entitled "That's not your mommy anymore." Weird. Even so, I'd like to point out that I'm ready, should the zombie apocalypse ever happen. *cough*
♥ The show is going really well, thought it's hard to tell because I'm working too hard in the scenes I'm in to be sure.
( Pictures of the Scoundrels... )
I'm still the chubby girl, but at least I'm owning it.
♥ I've been mainlining Modern Family episodes. This is the funniest show on television. It's hysterical. All of the characters are believable and well written, even the kids! And I'll be honest, I sort of want to be Sofia Vergara.
♥ Many of you know I'm a bit prone to fits of literary hyperbolic violence. For instance, today I actually said out loud, "If I miss one more important text I'm going to shiv someone with an icepick," which led to the question, 'Can you use shiv as a verb?' and if you can, can you also exchange the word for a makeshift prison weapon instead of a kitchen tool to break up ice ... All that to say, I need a text plan. I'm not going to use it obsessively, dear husband, but I will USE IT. Aaaaand I think I just found the first topic of our new marriage blog. Which can be found at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nolanandcarrie, if you're interested. When we're in the same room for more than half an hour at a time, we'll bang one out. We've got all the material in the world, but agreeing on a topic has been, oddly enough, a challenge. Marriage. Go figure, right?
♥ Also, on a completely unrelated subject, it's sometimes hard for me to be a recovering bitch instead of a very current and clearly present one. By being manipulatively bossy, I could totally get pretty much anyone to do whatever I wanted or make them cry, whichever comes first. I've been trying, for the last few years to be a nicer person. Unfortunately, 'nice' it not my fallback emotion. Or even an easily accessible one. Still, I try. (Sometimes I try harder than others, but I digress.)
♥ I'm off for a weekend of baby showers and musical performances and a visit from my mom and Tom, so I'm off to scour the house and myself in preparation. Have a great weekend, everyone!
First and most importantly, for those of you who don't already have an action plan in place, May is evidently Zombie awareness month. The linked article is disturbingly sincere, with suggestions about showing awareness by wearing a grey ribbon and buying a book with clever verse entitled "That's not your mommy anymore." Weird. Even so, I'd like to point out that I'm ready, should the zombie apocalypse ever happen. *cough*
♥ The show is going really well, thought it's hard to tell because I'm working too hard in the scenes I'm in to be sure.
( Pictures of the Scoundrels... )I'm still the chubby girl, but at least I'm owning it.
♥ I've been mainlining Modern Family episodes. This is the funniest show on television. It's hysterical. All of the characters are believable and well written, even the kids! And I'll be honest, I sort of want to be Sofia Vergara.
♥ Many of you know I'm a bit prone to fits of literary hyperbolic violence. For instance, today I actually said out loud, "If I miss one more important text I'm going to shiv someone with an icepick," which led to the question, 'Can you use shiv as a verb?' and if you can, can you also exchange the word for a makeshift prison weapon instead of a kitchen tool to break up ice ... All that to say, I need a text plan. I'm not going to use it obsessively, dear husband, but I will USE IT. Aaaaand I think I just found the first topic of our new marriage blog. Which can be found at
nolanandcarrie, if you're interested. When we're in the same room for more than half an hour at a time, we'll bang one out. We've got all the material in the world, but agreeing on a topic has been, oddly enough, a challenge. Marriage. Go figure, right?♥ Also, on a completely unrelated subject, it's sometimes hard for me to be a recovering bitch instead of a very current and clearly present one. By being manipulatively bossy, I could totally get pretty much anyone to do whatever I wanted or make them cry, whichever comes first. I've been trying, for the last few years to be a nicer person. Unfortunately, 'nice' it not my fallback emotion. Or even an easily accessible one. Still, I try. (Sometimes I try harder than others, but I digress.)
♥ I'm off for a weekend of baby showers and musical performances and a visit from my mom and Tom, so I'm off to scour the house and myself in preparation. Have a great weekend, everyone!
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Good morning, all.
I'm covered up with all of the things that I have to do today and this weekend - and I have some pretty great stories to share about life in the last few days, but here's a cute kid/royal wedding story for you Friday morning reading pleasure.
( Cute kid story... )
( Headshots gone wrong and promo photo for Dirty Rotten Scoundrels... )
I'm covered up with all of the things that I have to do today and this weekend - and I have some pretty great stories to share about life in the last few days, but here's a cute kid/royal wedding story for you Friday morning reading pleasure.
( Cute kid story... )( Headshots gone wrong and promo photo for Dirty Rotten Scoundrels... )I stumbled across this Marital Rating Chart from the 1930's the other day, and Nolan and I are sort of whimsical, and because I have a compulsion to complete every test with which I come into contact, we both took it.
The mind reels as to how these were used. Were they circulated in a magazine? Where the husband comes home, licks his pen, looks over his glasses at his wife and scores her worth on a sheet? How messed up is that?
Nevertheless, I think just by glancing at this, you can see I would have sucked out loud as a wife in the 1930's.
( A complete an utter failure. *sobs* )
But man. I'm glad we're not in the 1930's. Yikes.
*waves red fingernails around*
The mind reels as to how these were used. Were they circulated in a magazine? Where the husband comes home, licks his pen, looks over his glasses at his wife and scores her worth on a sheet? How messed up is that?
Nevertheless, I think just by glancing at this, you can see I would have sucked out loud as a wife in the 1930's.
( A complete an utter failure. *sobs* )But man. I'm glad we're not in the 1930's. Yikes.
*waves red fingernails around*
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★ I have a day ahead of doctor visits. I like these particular doctors as people, but still. I'd rather be tied up, gagged and dragged behind a truck on a gravel road than go.
★ Oh, barista at the coffee shop, do not pretend you don't know what "medium" means. Every one of those shops calls it something different, and I'm not bending to their collective wills. MEDIUM. Do not look at me with a confused puppy face. You can figure this out on your own. Try harder.
★ It's Thursday, and really my favorite day of the week. Even after 8 years of teaching for the ALT Academy and fifteen years (WOAH. I've been teaching for fifteen years? When did that happen?) of teaching adolescents, I still really, really love it. It's the highlight of the week, most times. They're talented and funny and WANT to be there, which is indeed the most important thing. And they're not worried about making utter fools of themselves, which is KEY for theatre. Thursday also means Bones, and thus David Boreanaz. Yet another perk. :D
★ I locked myself out of the house before eight o'clock this morning. I got back in because I am a ninja. That's a picture for you, right? Me scaling the back porch ceiling and dropping through a window? We'll just say that's what I did to get back in.
★ Rehearsals are better. Still not fantastic, but better. I left smiling instead of crying last night, so I'm hopeful for the rest of the week.
★ I made these for home group last night. They were a hit! And cute, which is really why I wanted to make them in the first place.
( Easy cookie recipe... )
★ There's a quote (a Chinese proverb, maybe?) that I've had on my theatre folder for years. "Tell me what you love, and I'll tell you who you are." What do you love? Think about it. It's all deep and stuff.
★ Oh, barista at the coffee shop, do not pretend you don't know what "medium" means. Every one of those shops calls it something different, and I'm not bending to their collective wills. MEDIUM. Do not look at me with a confused puppy face. You can figure this out on your own. Try harder.
★ It's Thursday, and really my favorite day of the week. Even after 8 years of teaching for the ALT Academy and fifteen years (WOAH. I've been teaching for fifteen years? When did that happen?) of teaching adolescents, I still really, really love it. It's the highlight of the week, most times. They're talented and funny and WANT to be there, which is indeed the most important thing. And they're not worried about making utter fools of themselves, which is KEY for theatre. Thursday also means Bones, and thus David Boreanaz. Yet another perk. :D
★ I locked myself out of the house before eight o'clock this morning. I got back in because I am a ninja. That's a picture for you, right? Me scaling the back porch ceiling and dropping through a window? We'll just say that's what I did to get back in.
★ Rehearsals are better. Still not fantastic, but better. I left smiling instead of crying last night, so I'm hopeful for the rest of the week.
★ I made these for home group last night. They were a hit! And cute, which is really why I wanted to make them in the first place.
( Easy cookie recipe... )★ There's a quote (a Chinese proverb, maybe?) that I've had on my theatre folder for years. "Tell me what you love, and I'll tell you who you are." What do you love? Think about it. It's all deep and stuff.
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Remember that time I got to dress up and wear expensive jewelry? And then when I made the purple spider sparkle dress? The museum exhibit that it was all for had the opening last night. Fun times!
( Sparkly pictures! )
If I could do that all the time, life would be super fun.
Anyway, all you friends in Amarillo, you really need to go check out the exhibit. It's nine kinds of cool. :D
( Sparkly pictures! )If I could do that all the time, life would be super fun.
Anyway, all you friends in Amarillo, you really need to go check out the exhibit. It's nine kinds of cool. :D
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