Mami, el negro esta rabioso!

Hey, a big shout out to Ronnie Reagan for deciding that the poor, runabout schnooks who have to work for meager, hard won tips, deserve to be taxed on 'em. He must've hated waiters, being a former "actor" and all. At least Fred Thompson can actually act, poor old bugger.
I've been tediously clack-clacking on the old laptop trying to get my taxes in on time. Turbotax is awesome. Tax code is stupidly unawesome. The self employed have to go through hoops only to be punished with paying taxes for SS twice. Why be a player hater?
In cuter news, Lilo is hooting like an owl. A BIG step up from the indignant shriek that means, "damn it mother, I am hungry" Sometimes that kid is so damn clever.... take yesterday for example T and I had auditions for the Laguna Playhouse, a theatre that is right down the street! Sadly the auditions were at the Colony in Burbank, or BFE (no offense WGD and DD)
So we have to take two separate cars (T has rehearsal for the Bataan Death March part deux) AND pack up Lilo cause we can't bloody well afford a babysitter. Lucky me gets to have the tyke in my car which means I get to use the carpool lane. T suffers.
We arrive at the audition location. I am DISCRETE about keeping the baby outside, hoping no one will notice I brought him, but BOOM, the artistic director and the casting director come outside and of course notice I have this baby, and he hasn't got a headshot and resume.
Well groovy little Lilo lights up at the casting gentleman and begins to flirt! Well done kiddo! Of course most people in our business have a horror of children, as do/did we, but Lilo was sunny and easygoing and very cool. Hopefully no one was put off by the huge quantity of drool dribbling down his chin.
Auditions go well (no we didn't get the parts... bother!) And we 3 go to the only Colombian restaurant in LA, Cafe Colombia where we have yummy lunch, and the lady who owns the place BEGS to be allowed to carry Lilo around. She proceeds to introduce him to all the patrons and the kitchen staff, sweetly allowing me to eat my empanadas uninterrupted. Hurrah for the baby mad Colombians!
The empanadas, by the way were SUPERB and I also recommend the Buñuelos and the pan de yucca.
I tried to explain to T about a song about El Negro Rabioso. It was pretty dirty, so I gave up giggling.
We left the meal with Guanabana milkshakes for the road... I LOVE that restaurant!

Why did I ever leave Ohio?

So... I'm going to buy a condo in long beach!
At least I'm going to try. I need to own something.
Long Beach is a groovy place with lots of arty folks and a train to get into town, the beach and my beloved Queen Mary.
I can't wait to have a place to put my dolls and listen to music as loud as possible.
It's time, I guess. It's a brave new world. Hopefully all of us will adjust and enjoy our new adventure.
I can't believe how much money the bank is willing to give me, they must WANT you to default, but I'll fool them...
Oh but I'm scared.
Any advice?, and yes, I know condos aren't the smartest go in the market, but it's all I can afford.

fat, fat fatty fat

Why... why does my scale continue to mock me? I eat well, and not too much, I just got a kick A$$ jogging stroller and am dutifuly running up these godforsaken hills. T and I do yoga and keep food diaries. And yet... there's a wedding in the offing (not mine) and I can't fit into ANY of my vast and admittedly over the top collection of pretty frocks. Ah well. I'm sure I can squeeze my bulk into a leopard print muu-muu.
I'm not enjoying my... erm... bazzooms. To quote Sugar in Some Like it Hot, "Clothing just doesn't hang well on me."
Ah well, the world should have my problems.
But still! My C scar aches and pulls when I'm working out... I wonder if that's normal. Thank god for Pilates, at least there is an Ab down there somewhere. And Lionel is an excellent weight. I can work my pecs, triceps and biceps. I get on my back and heft him in all sorts of ways. He seems to like it, and my arms need the workout. He's progressive too. As he increases in weight I increase my reps. Pumpin' baby!

LL Cool baby

He's getting very smiley. Cute, cute, even at 6am when I long to still be asleep. Still can't get his grin on film, tho.Lionel is preparing to play Tiny Tim.... 'cept at the rate he's growing he'll be six feet tall by the time he's the right age. He's wearing 9 month old clothing. He is heavier than a bowling ball. And he has his Daddy's extremelly loud and resonant voice. Especially when I'm late with the chow...
I've had some auditions lately and, man, it's nice to be in the game. Plus, I got paid a whole 55¢ last week for pay TV rights of an episode of the Unit! WhooHoo! Now I can afford formula for LL!
Hey, Wanna see my reel?
Let me know if it looks really lame or takes too long to load.
BTW my episode of "Brian" was on and... I almost missed me completely. OY.... grateful for the money, but so much work and trouble and struggle to get there, find a sitter, drive to Burbank... and the part could have been performed by a monkey.... although I guess that could describe most of my work.
T is playing (was coerced into playing) a Filipino pianist in a musical that he wrote some songs for. WTF? He's six foot two and whiter than a sheet of xerox paper, but HEY...
It's musical about the Bataan Death March... uhhuh... Hmmmm....

Breastfeeding is for the birds.

Wish I could love it.
Mostly I feel like a Sizzler buffet.
I am reading a book that is 1300 pages long, and Lionel is frequently in danger of being crushed.
last night I was B-feeding, reading and eating chili. I look down and L has chili splotches all over his onesie.
Bad Mommy!
This morning it was cracker crumbs in his hair.
Big ones. the chihuahua had to get them out.
At least he's sort of sleeping through the night. And he doesn't seem to think I'm weird.
He likes piano music a lot, and rock and roll, and he saw his first play last week and went to his first art opening tonight.
He was looking fine in his track suit.
Most of the people at the art opening looked askance at the baby. maybe they thought he would spit up on the paintings? Mostly he slept, but he liked the mirror balls.
I think the kid is pretty cute... dunno how it happened since daddy and I are sorta meeskite.
Doesn't he look like a rap mogul?