Leg O' Lammmmmmmmmmmb

My beloved T had his birthday this April 23. Lilo had cheerfully given him his special present a month earlier, when, he led daddy to his, "Shhhh this is a surprise we need to hide it from Papa place" so my T-lah had to be content with the white trashy gifts I procured from CVS Drugstore on the actual day. (The day was fraught anyhow as I was RUSHED to my doc, for a bit of...erm... girl bit trouble.... My bits were set to rights by the not-so-hot Dr. Darcy. Man I must've been inhaling post -partum fumes, the guy is NOWHERE near as hot as my fevered imagination had conjured him up. In fact he was jaw droopingly plain. Can anti-depressants make you insane? What a disappointment. Well, at least I don't have to wear makeup to the Gyn anymore.)
Once I got home we spent a pleasant afternoon, I toddled off to work wrangling cats, ie teaching acting to 9 Y.O's and when I got home we settled in for G and T's and the birthday boy made a SPECTACULAR and soon to be legendary Leg of Lamb, sweet carrots, mashed pots and asparagus dinner. Seems rum for the celebrant to also be the chef, but Oh such deliciosity. The Lamb was tender yet crusty and fragrant. It took me back to my days among the English and their unfairly maligned cooking. (I did lose 30 lbs in Oxford tho'....) The carrots were sweetly tender and popped in your mouth, the Pots were full of garlic and rosemary, and the asparagus were fresh. We topped it off with cake ala Miriam Shelton.... Oh such a delight. I hadn't eaten in two days, thanks to my oral fix-ation, but I tucked in with such gusto that I exhausted myself and fell asleep on the couch.... whoops...
Tig, you are my love and my L n M. Happy Birthday!!!!!!

Dental DAMN!

Ouchie Ouchie Ouchie... I was in the dentists lair...er I mean chair for FOUR hours today. Long enought to watch Nacho Libre AND School of Rock(Love this modern dentistry, couldn't tell if it was the drill or Immigrants Song in my head). I haven't been able to eat anything out of fear of the pain. I Implore you my not-so-vast readership, floss and floss again! Now comes the pain of my wallet... and I confess, O beloved audience, I had a niggling wish to put some cash aside for small cosmetic procedures, like peels and facials... Not till I pay off Sweeney Tooth, I guess.
T and I have been spending a lot of time with his Dad, who's been in Hospital for a MONTH! Poor guy, he's got the will and the strength to take care of himself, now if only they would let him out of the hospital.
My own Pa has been in Colombia of late, while mum has been to Denver to tend to my just-about to POP sis. I was stuck here at the Long Beach (Po' Rainbow Trash) Grand Prix. The hooligans were loud and peed in front of my building ALL DAY LONG!!! The sights and smell were worse than a litterbox.
I start rehearsal the day Sunnys new baby is due. I will be glued to the cel-phone with only 1/4 of an ear to my harmonies. Ma sez Sunny is TIRED but lovely. I am rooting for her all the way.
T bought me a pagoda and an albino lobster. Pix to follow. Very Yatsulandia.
Craving Korean BBQ, but with no desire to chew,
your correspondent

Craigslist Triumphs

I have been in my best managerial mode this past week. I had been scouring Craiglist for a while and found a $2500 full size 88 key digi-piano for T. The guy was moving to Paris and I got it for a whisper of what it's worth. I also outfitted T with a new (to him) laptop. Then I spent a lot of PMS time trying to get the damn thing to talk to the computer. Of course it WAS talking to the computer, I just didn't know what I was listening for, and there is nothing more hypnotic or frustrating than having a computer NOT do my bidding. Now all he needs is notation software. I'm pleased at my efforts.
I spent a long time after the baby was born panicked about everything. Now I feel like I am myself again, like the alien freak-o inhabiting my body has moved on to Mars and left me my own personality. Does that happen to everyone after childbirth? It was too weird to be looking at my behaviour an just not RECOGNIZING myself! Now I feel like I'm back in my usual wheeling and dealing and having FUN mode.
I'm going to be doing the last show of the season at SCR. I'm playing an imaginary Goth Princess. Gee, Is that too much of a stretch for me?
Go over to Yatsu's and read the fanciful latest post. I loved it!

Charlotte Stud