Thursday, May 21, 2009

Sexy Blogger? Me? But I'm covered in baby poo!

The delicious Sarah Taylor has graciously passed me the "Sexy Blogger Award" sceptre which I accept with humility and not a few wind blown nudie pictures. Sarah's genuinely funny and dare-I-say it, moving blog can be found here:
Now I give 5 sexy things about me.
1. I am a geek and a nerd and I don't care who knows it.
2. I love the things and people I love HARD!
3. I have leonine hair and silky skin
4. I play guitar naked
5. I am a darned good acting teacher.

Now I pass the crown to DemonDoll, a hot mommy up nort' whose wicked sense of humor has ALWAYS inspired me.
DemonDoll's Blog
The Original sexy blogger:

Friday, May 15, 2009

Nertz to you Fisher-Price!

I have been sick and suffering from an evil headache. I was being tortured by Lilo's horrible sound playing toys. A coat Elmers glue in the soundholes makes the noise tolerable without ruining the toy or making your toddler cry.
Dear toymakers: Why are your toys so BLOODY loud? Fisher-Price and Leapfrog make the Sex Pistols sound like pikers. QUIET DOWN! I'll be deafer than my beloved Pete Townshend thanks to Go, Diego, Go and Learning with Leapfrog!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Hollywood Forever.

Lilo and I had an audition for a print ad today. We got to the studio and he looks at me and says, "Mama me scared." So I said, "I know sweets, auditions are a little scary, but you will be ok." He cocked his head, and just NAILED the audition. I couldn't believe it. He was charming and easygoing, and when the photographer told him to be serious, he did it. He was great.
As a reward we roamed around Hollywood Forever and played with Cecil B Demilles ducks and swans for an hour. Then dinner at Zankou, where Grandpa Zankou, the rheumy eyed patriarch who usually just sits on the banquette and drinks coffee, went to the convenience store next door and bought Li a snickers bar and called him an angel.
It was a good day.

Saturday, May 09, 2009


I've spent an awful lot of time lately putting together publicity and contracts and computer programs for T's musical Caddie Woodlawn. It's good. It could be big. There is nothing in it for me. It's about white people. And no matter how much bleach I put in my hair, I'm never going to look like a Wisconsin pioneer woman. But I believe in the project. I want every community theatre and children's company in the Midwest to put this thing on.
I've recently been to several auditions for commercials where I have worn my one "Mom" blouse. I think the CD's think I'm homeless, but it is book-em blue, and it's the only thing I own that you could call conservative.
I think all this "Tweeting" from rehearsal is RIDICULOUS! What ever happened to the sanctity of the rehearsal room? the Plebes don't CARE what goes on, they just want to have their wine at intermission and be entertained. When twitter/theatre congratulated twitter/othertheatre for some dumb thing, I almost turned in my geek card at the sheer inanity.
I love the smell of a new script. Can't mention what or for whom, but it is delicious to be working on something so yummy.
I can't wait to see the new Trek movie. I wish I could get my Sci-off uniform out of my Ma's garage, glue my ears on and drink Romulan ale with my fellow geeks. But being all mom-zified, I'll content myself with a scholarly discussion of Obama as Spock and a Corona light.