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Whenever I finish a big project, like the show we just struck yesterday, my body decides that it has a bit of time to not be in top form, and oftentimes decides to shut down.

I wish to tell my immune system in a very stern voice: Now is not that time. I'm jumping into the next project (Victorian costumes!), have to build at least three sets of Victorian undergarments and various and sundry other costume-y type stuff, will spend the next two weekends out of town for a marriage retreat and my 20 year reunion, respectively, I have to make my children's Halloween costumes, finish a quilt for a baby who is nearly two months old, finish promised projects to other extended family members and take care of my family and home on top of it all.

I. Do not. Have time. To be ill.

Also, I have a touch of insomnia tonight. Fun times! So, I did the laundry from the show - extracting tattoo cover makeup from nylon/poly blend isn't as easy as one might think - and read the next play for which I want to audition, had a bath and am now sipping hot milk in an effort to get sleepy.

The play I read is funny. I love plays. That isn't to say that I don't love musicals. I do. But there's something about a play; reading a character aloud and finding the right accent, imagining the scene onstage, plotting out the comedic timing. I love it. It's as comforting as putting on a fluffy robe and curling up on the couch to watch a movie. In this particular play, that character I'd want to play is actually three different characters and have German, Scottish and English accents respectively. A dream for an actress. How much FUN would that be?

Anyway, it's a long shot. One female character, a billion girls who'll show up to audition, yet I'm ever hopeful.

The musical that we just put to bed was a good experience. It was a LOT of work. But I'm glad that I did it, and I'm happy that so many people enjoyed our efforts. It's gratifying, to put art out there and have it be recognized. And once I get the laundry done and the costumes back from the cleaners and put them all away, it'll really be finished.

You see why I don't have time to be sick?

So we're going to a superbowl party tonight.

I'm all about being social. But I had to Google who was playing.

In my defense, I'll bet most of you can't name four plays by Henrik Ibsen off the top of your head. (Ghosts, Hedda Gabler, A Doll's House and...  okay three.  Three plays by Henrik Ibsen)

Anyway, football makes not even the least bit of difference to me, except that I wanted to make cute little snacks to take with us. :D I also had to Google what a football looked like so I could make these:

Seriously.  Are they cute, or what?

( I also made turtles. How-to under the cut! )

Hello, all!

I've been slowly coming down from the craziness of my life for the last two months; luckily, this was the boys' spring break from school and we didn't go anywhere or do anything, so I've done a LOT of sleeping in, some chatting and writing, but not very much.  And I've been miserable about responding to comments on my journal and commenting elsewhere.  Forgive me?  I'll drag myself out of my funk and press on, soon, I promise.

If you've ever been in a play, you know where I'm coming from.  You spend weeks and weeks creating a character, nurturing friendships and character relationships, fine tuning moments on stage to be as real as possible, and then after the last ovation, you pack up your makeup, send out all the costumes to be cleaned and pressed, and strike (take apart) the set that has literally been your home for the last month and a half.  And then you say goodbye to all the people that have been your family, knowing full well that this little microcosm of fantasy will never happen again.  Not with these exact people or with this same dynamic.  *sadface*

It's a little depressing.  Of course this isn't the first, and it's certainly not the last time that I'll feel this way, so rest assured that I'll be fine.  When the little boy playing the lead walked off stage for the last time, we were standing there waiting for curtain call and he threw his arms around my neck and said, "I'm going to miss you so much!"

It's moments like that that I'll treasure forever.

So.  I'm ready to jump back into writing.  I've been giving it a shot.  So bear with me, all you folks that I write with.  I'm trying.  I'm just mourning my loss.

And I'm looking forward to the next part with eager anticipation.  Whatever that part might be.

1. Comment on this post.
2. I will give you a letter.
3. Think of 5 fictional characters and post their names and your comments on these characters in your LJ.
 
maureen   gave me the letter S:

1.  Sara Crewe - If you don't know who she is, you skipped out on a big part of being a little girl (if, indeed, you are a girl).  She's the title character in The Francis Hodgson Burnett novel, A Little Princess.  Sara has qualities I always wanted as a little girl:  benevolence, goodness and an unfailingly kind character, even under adversity.  Plus, she was rich.  More money than GOD.  But, whatever.

2.  Sookie Stackhouse - Can I just say that I adore these books?  She's just refreshingly real (with the exception of the whole mind reading/dating vampires thing), and she's imperfect.  A little trashy. Heart of Gold.  Pure love.

3.  The Scarecrow - (Hush, Celeste.)  My favorite movie is The Wizard of Oz, and I adore the scarecrow.  He's so paternal and sweet, and Ray Bolger rocks.  The cut scene from the movie, The Jitterbug?  Pretty fancy footwork in that!

4.  Sabina (Lily Sabina Fairweather) - The maid in Thornton Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth.  A fantastically flawed and  layered character that I would play again in a heartbeat.  Favorite line?  When discussing the ice age, she says, "Nobody actually starves – you can always eat grass or something – that ice business – why, it was a long, long time ago” - Sabina, Skin of our Teeth, Act 1

5.  Sam Winchester - Oh, my word, how adorable is he?  Honestly, I'm more of a Dean!fangirl, but Sam?   In the rabbit's foot episode where he loses his shoe?  Oh, I just want to cuddle him!  And frankly, Jared Padelecki is just pretty to look at.  :D

First of all...  I woke up today to NO COFFEE.  None.  Not 'my husband hadn't made any yet', but NONE ANYWHERE IN THE HOUSE.  The good news is, I don't think it can get any worse, so this is the crappiest I will feel all day, hopefully.




The rest of the day is errands, luncheons, meetings and blech.  But at least I'll have coffee.