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

S t o r a g e

I went and scoped out my old storage units today. Boy, am I going to have one HELLUVA garage sale! I've been listing things like mad on ebay already, trying to divest of everything I don't need or love. And now... gawd, I should just leave it there and let the storage people auction it to the highest bidder.

The cat bites my ankles whenever I change Lilo. He laughs hysterically and then pinches me in the belly fat. Why am getting the short end of the pain stick?

The weather has been unbelievable, with lots of Rollerblade and beach outings for Lilo and his RELUCTANT (I swear, even tho' I do love my beach time) stay at home mater. Pater is working his fingertips to the bone. He was commissioned to write a musical about Minnesota. So no Fargo jokes please! this is serious, dont'cha'kno.

At any rate I'm itching to work as much as possible, or to travel, or something. I saw an ad for Archaeologists wanted in Turkey and I was sorely tempted. Lilo is to big for a backpack and too small to carry a machete, so I guess I'll have to wait. Ladybug is having a wedding, and that will be a ball, Sister is having a baby, that will also be fun... but (whine) what ABOUT me? No, no not a wedding or a baby, but adventure of one kind or another.
Peripatetically,
me

Meowza!

T has been getting the reviews of his career for "Red Herring". How the heck am I supposed to live with "a comedic master of amazing range"?! Very happily, I should think.

I've been teaching a lot, enjoying the sunshine a lot. Just got a kitty from the Long Beach rescue society. I named her Sachiko, cause she looks Japanese. She lets Lilo tug, pull and generally smother her with love, with nary a protest...yet. It's nice to have kitty-flesh around the house.
We met thanks to this gorgeous weather. I strapped my rollerblades on, put Lilo in the jogging stroller and sailed down the beach. Oh bliss!!! I had so much fun. Then we ended up in Belmont Shores so we went window shopping and lo and behold...Kitties. We just pulled up to look, but Sachi skillfully skittered into our hearts. It was like waiting for the baby to come, we had to buy a litter box, Iams food, a water dish.... oh wait, it's not at all like waiting for the baby, cause thats all we had to buy! Here "caseworker" (oy) came to evaluate us and drop off the cat. Couldn't wait for her to leave. Why are animal people so un-chill? Probably 'cause she only talks to cats and not people. Then we all hung out and the cat was insta family.... AH... Sachiko means child of bliss. I hope. I hope it's not a rude word, but you know the internet is so unreliable. Sadly my jogging stroller got a flat yesterday, so even tho it's 79* and sunny, there will be no skating until Monday when the bike shop next door opens.
The picture is Lionel helping me clean the house. I hope child labor doesn't catch up to me he doesn't have a work permit.

Magic Time

There is no moment more magical to me than the "10 minutes, 10 minutes please" call before show time. Your hair is in painful pincurls, tucked under a too-tight wig, you've slathered on the make up with a trowel, you're trying to remember the notes you've been given and are figuring out how to incorporate them, while hoping you remember your new blocking and that you will make your quick change.... Absolute blissssssss...
I love my job.
Thanks to my mami for staying in my teeny little flat with Lilo for my 10 out of 12's tech week hell, I could relax and enjoy myself. This cast is so fun and funny and utterly profane and vulgar... Love em'. Previews went well, our director is a perfectionist and it shows, the show is flawless. The costumes are gorgeous, the set is gorgeous, the pig is hilarious and I am happier than a pig in s#$&