The Oscars (blah, blah blah)

Blah dresses, blah hairstyles, blah entertainment. God DAMN was it boring.

The only thing interesteing was the clownish garb of the men...Johnny Depp? Robin Williams? At least that Counting Crows whiner is a rock star and can get away with looking foolish.

But at least Renee SourPuss Zellweger wasn't nominated for a cotton picking thing.

And Nicole Kidman made no appearance.

And that, ladies and gents, warrants a huge thumbs up from me.

Is it summer yet?

I've been whining nonstop it seems about my funk.

Make no mistake, friends, I'm still in a funk. Deep purplish, to be exact.

But I do have something to look forward to. And it's only a few months away. Yay.

I'll be going here (pick Los Abrigados Spa in Sedona) with my parents and my family. I just can't wait. Sun, two pools, amazing scenery, and a way to just "be". Complete with complimentary grandparental babysitting.

I also get to meet up with Martha, one of the coolest people I know. We'll be chilling at the Denny's by the airport in early June. Yay yay yay.

Poor other widdle baby boy

Dammit!! I can't wait for weekends. I miss my husband, and conversationalist he is not, he still gives me someone to talk to that isn't under the age of five. Of course he has been SICK all weekend. CHills, fever, no eating. Just glued to the couch, sleeping. All. Day. Long.

Is it wrong that I am bitter that I don't get a freaking sick day when I need it? Who takes care of ME? Today I spent the day administering medicines, making tea, doing laundry, loading the dishwasher twice, fixing three meals (Two of the three going uneaten by she who existed today on spaghettios), and trying not to lose my temper at the Princess, who is determined to make me gray. Much yelling, much crying, much drama was had by all of us in this house. Except my husband, who slept. All. Day. Long.

And tomorrow? Is Monday. Another day just like the rest of the days. I really am blessed to be able to stay home. I am so lucky to have these beautiful babies and loving husband. I'm lucky to have a husband who does minimal bitching when he's on kid patrol from quarter to seven until GC is in bed at nine. But Dear God, it's two hours a night. I get days, evenings, and middle of the night food/potty/nightmare patrol, too.

I was so lucky to have my show, and get lots of "me" time. But acting? Fun as it is, its still a job. It's work...emotionally and physically draining work. And he who drives to his job gets weekends off. I do not. And now that he's sick, it just adds one more thing that needs caretaking to the list.

I need a break. I need some time to myself that isn't trying to read and bathe with someone banging on the door every other second. I need an outing alone that doesn't include getting groceries.

Selfish? Perhaps. Common complaints? I'm sure of it.

Poor widdle baby

That's mine.

Double Ear infection. So pathetic. You know when that boy wants to sit in your lap and cuddle that something is wrong. And he doesn't want to eat. My boy miss a meal? Something is *definitely* wrong.

I wish I could magically zap his oogy ears and take it into my own. I hate seeing him cry and snot, and wipe, and cry, and cough like this.

And BTW, in case you were wondering, amoxicillin pee smells strangely foul, akin to asparagus pee.

Ask me how I know.

I didn't take it

And I'm okay with it. It was too short of a time to learn too many lines for too little payoff. I managed to get off by saying we had to go out of town one of the production weekends (we actually do...a baby shower, but they don't need to know that). Hopefully didn't burn any bridges.

I also realized I've been blogging for just over a year now. Happy Anniversary to me! I'm so glad I started this. Even if it's just a quick vent, or to work things out "on paper", as I used to do, it's been really healthy.

And I've met some really cool people this way (Hi SJ, GooberMom and Alexis!) :)

It's been great. What the hell will they think of next?

Who's the coolest wife ever?

Me, apparently.

Who knew that getting a husband porn for Valentine's Day would elicit such praise? :P

Le Sigh

So it's over. I managed to get through strike and only burst into tears twice. Then we sat in a circle, had Coronas with lime, and lamented that there will never be another cast like this one. Then the one-er was passed. Of course, my son really didn't need a dose of THC through breastmilk, so I passed, but it was still just nice to be a part of the crowd, just for a little longer.

I did get another show offer from a director who saw the show closing night. However, rehearsals start Saturday and the show wouldn't close till late March. After the slew of promises made this month to my husband, the most amazing dad ever, that it would all soon be over and I'd be home for good now, I think I have to actually turn it down.

So over dinner I talked it over with him. Can you believe he was actually supportive? He knows how important connections and cliques are in this community, and he understands that turning this part down could burn an important bridge.

I am still not sure if I'm taking it. I really need sleep.

An open letter to my cast:

This is probably the first of many laments and weeping I'll do before this evening is over, but Thank You. All of you. To say that there will be a void in my life when this show ends not only sounds trite, but it makes it appear that my "real" life is very barren and sad. The opposite is quite true. I have a great life, but working with all of you, on this particular piece has been life altering for me. In the most positive way.

And knowing that I won't be feeling this way in the inevitable post show doldrums next week makes me weepy.

So someone buy me a drink (I'm way too poor after last night's escapade) tonight and help me drown my tears in beer. :)

Fuck you fuckers for making me misty *and* hungover this early on a Saturday morning. :P

But it was on SALE!

Target, Meijer, the mall. They suck you in. I have to get out of the house every day or I'd die being a SAHM. Winter is here, so the zoo is out. Commerce Meccas are the thing.

I am a spendthrift. Only buy on sale. Walk into a store and go straight to the back. Red tags, clearance, Ebay, thrift. That's me. Don't buy it unless it's a deal.

Today I went to the store for two things: dogfood and coffee creamer. I have a Meijer-specific coupon for a dollar off creamer, so Meijer it is. Strap the WeeMan into a cart and off we go, straight to the back...

On the way, spot the condiments aisle. Shit, we're out of peanut butter. Meijer brand will do. It mostly gets smushed together with jelly anyway. Oh, and Mayo. I must have Miracle Whip...regular mayo is jizz in a jar, and I can't eat up all that turkey in my fridge on sandwiches without MW. But I'll suck it up and buy generic, since my $200 grocery budget was blown by the 6th of the month at Sam's club.

Head to the dogfood. Out of Dog Chow. That's fine. That bitch ran away for an hour in the rain yesterday and can eat the $5 a bag Meijer dog bits. Creamer. Yes, got it. But then I passed the biscuits. Threw four in the cart at 45 cents each and two cans of crescent rolls at 99 cents each. I mean, I'm a Pampered Chef consultant. I cook with those staples several times a week.

Head back to the front...Valentines! Shit, party on Monday at Girlchild's school. Strawberry Shortcake? Sure, why not? They're 2 dollars cheaper than the Shrek ones. But there's that party on Monday. Better buy cookies with heaps of pink frosting on them. I can't be bothered to cook this weekend with the show and all. And they make fancy "mailboxes" for those valentines. I need to send a kleenex box to school with her. Four store brand boxes for three bucks? Into the cart they go.

Now, head back up to the front...what's that? Yarn on clearance? I took up knitting over Christmas and have been dying to try a hat for GC. Only two bucks, right? I can make her and a friend a hat with that.

Cruise quickly through the clothing...ooooh....cute boychort undies with pink hearts on them. Three bucks? My husband will think he struck gold if I wear those for Vday.

On through the kids area...ooooohhhh....pair of leggings for GC, regular $6 for only $1.72. And a shirt in her next size up for two bucks. Super cute.

And jammies!! Carter feetie pajamas. Two in a pack for $2.99! Shit, grab the next two sizes for the WeeMan, who won't be wee forever.

FINALLY, I'm at the checkout.

Push it all through, give him my big ONE DOLLAR coupon that brought me to the store in the first place, and pull out that damned charge card I'm not supposed to be using, since it's *forty five* dollars. I brought 20 bucks in cash into the store, hoping he'd not notice it wasn't from the grocery money envelope, but from the "entertainment fund". Those panties will be entertaining, won't they?

But they may not fit. I ate four of the valentine cookies on the way home in the car.

Observations

Why is it I am only worthy of compliments from my husband when he wants sex?

Why is it that my son won't sit down in the tub, yet tries to climb into the toilet at any opportunity?

How can your nose run like a faucet and be stuffed up at the same time?

Why do I get hit on at gay clubs ten times more than I do at straight bars?

How is it that my daughter only answers when I call her if the words "treat", "snack", or "tv" are attached to it?

How can one woman feel so fulfilled, yet have a void that nags at her daily?

Tag, I'm it

Tag! I'm it! Thanks, Alexis! This is a pass it on thingy that she sent me. I so seldom get to listen to music that isn't Radio Disney...but I'll try.

1. Total amount of music files on your computer: Not a one. I don't understand that downloading thing. I wanna hold the CD in my hand.

2. The last CD you bought was: It's been more than a year! I bought the latest Carrie Newcomer. Check her out at the link to the right.

3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message? Chain of Fools by Erasure at the cast party last night.

4. Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.

Geez, that's a rough one. I don't pick out specific songs, but I do put in whole albums and listen through when I need a certain vibe. These are the ones currently residing in my car, the only time I listen to music.

"Aida" sountrack. When I need to rejoice in "theatre me" and sing out loud.

"Rites of Passage" by the Indigo Girls. Best album of all time for me. Power in lyrics.

"Betty's Diner" by Carrie Newcomer. Brings hope and light to painful days.

"The Cockney Dialect". No kidding.

"Greatest Hits" by The Judds. Love Wynonna.

5. Who are you going to pass this stick to? (3 persons) and why?

I'll send it to HG, The Suburbanite and The Slacker, at right.

I'm blue

I still feel disheartened. About my beloved country.

I'm still feeling "blue" in this red state. I'd hoped it was the commotion of the election that had my hackles up, and that it'd die down. But then there was the disgusting display that was the Bigots Ball, then the State of DisUnion the other night. I'm glad I missed it. I truly hate that man. He makes my stomach churn. Autographs, people? Jesus wept, man.

In the time since the election, I have had a lot of conversations with Rebublican friends. While I don't understand how people I find so damn cool could be that different in ideals as me, I do understand why people voted the way they did. Not all of them are Bush lovers. They had varying reasons for selecting who they did. I respect that. And them. Most of them. Except for my neighbor who only voted for Bush because John Kerry was going to kill all those unborn babies.

I have a feeling I'm just sick of politics in general. Clinton? We new Blues want to Saint him, but he was as bad in many cases. He should have gone into Rawanda with guns blazing, but opted out. They were begging for help and we ignored them. Then The Chimp goes uninvited to a country that didn't want it, invading for profit and power. Which was worse? It's not my call. No WMDs. No Osama. Lies. All of it. So sad that people bought it in the first place. Sadder still people invited him back.

I'm just saddened that no one seems to want to just do the right thing anymore. Do what is healthy for our environment, healthy for our people...ALL PEOPLE...and stop trying to make everyone think like we do. Freedom...tyranny...mandadate. These words have new definitions. We are *becomming* what the shrub proposes we fight.

I keep writing all the letters, getting involved like I said I would. But I get responses from the congressmen that all begin with "thanks for your interest" and end with "fuck you commie liberal, I'm doing what Jesus wants me to do". Or something similar.

How can a blue girl feel empowered to do something when she's shot down over and over? My gay friends right to civil liberties are being squashed, my rights as a woman with power over my own body are being squelched, and no one seems to see that people continue to DIE overseas, in a war that was supposedly OVER more than a year ago. Troops, yes, but also innocent children and homemakers and computer technicians and janitors. In a war that they never asked for. Was life really worse with Saddam in power?

Can I just opt out of blue and red? Green. Today I'll be green.

Chocolate Raspberry Truffle Shots

Per request...

It's like being in college again.

Tilt head back and have a good friend squirt chocolate syrup into your mouth.

Take one shot of raspberry vodka.

Swish and swallow.

Smooth.

This weekend we're trying the peppermint patty version with peppermint schnapps, and the caramel apple version with pucker and caramel sauce.

Whee!