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Friday, January 23, 2015

Feeling Vindicated!

So proud of my vocal coaching student, Jenna (daughter of my dear friend Kim) for getting the role of Dragon in Shrek the Musical at Hudson High!  Woo-hoo!!

 We beat Dragon's song to death and she rocked it!  I urged her to go for that role.  I may not be able to play the damn piano but I can coach people!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Last Dragon's Blood Aftermath

I haven't blogged about the "c" thing for a while, but oh, this last one....after I was off the predisone....kicked my ass.  I wrote on Facebook.....

Dec. 16, 2014

"For the last few days, I've been wracking my brain trying to think of someone I personally know and would wish this c crap on.....and......nope, I don't think I dislike/hate anyone THAT much. 

This too shall pass. But for now, this last dragon's's kicking my arse! Literally and figuratively. Being trapped in the house is not fun. 

I've also been trying to figure out what the "lesson" is with this whole mess. 

The upside is people have been amazing and if I ask for help, they seem more than willing to help. So grateful for that."

A friend, Peg, wrote this......and I wanted to hang on to it......

Why does there have to be a lesson.....something to learn? Some go so far as to say God wants your attention....or here's another lie....God must be punishing you with sickness....Oh how great religion can comforting....yes that is my sarcastic voice speaking. I believe life is life....just exactly God is in every moment we breathe in and out....He is in every moment, hear all our moments His life lives in us and His life will continue on in us when we no longer take in breath. your quiet time of reflection....just let Him tell YOU all about it. He will ya know! Love and Hugs..

Disney Cruise Pt. 1

I may the oldest, meanest, baldest, wig-wearing-est, chubbiest-armed broad to ever don a strapless, "princess" type dress but I'm going on a damn Disney cruise in January and I'm going to try like hell to rock it!!!  I may even wear my damn tiara.....LOL!

So watch our Belle, Elsa, Cinderella, and Ariel!!! Here comes the Old Princess!!!

As long as my undergarments don't start singing, "Let It Go," I think we're going to have a smashing time!

Brought To You By The Letter S

Today's strange event is brought to you by the letter "S."  Kim S. and I were STALKED in Goodwill by a lady who wanted a Sweater with a Sequined zipper (!!!) that I had Snapped up but hadn't tried on yet.  "Are you going to get that sweater?"  She followed us around for an HOUR and lay in wait, just like a Spider outside the dressing room.

(I got the sweater, by the way, just to Spite her!)

The Hungarian horse trader in me ALMOST said, "You want the sweater?  Give me $20 and it's yours."

Cost of Sweater --- $7.

Look on her face when I said I was getting it --- Priceless!

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Make-Up This Early?

5:30 AM this morning.  I am in the cat room-slash-"boudoir" and the Spousal Unit pokes his head in (pre-coffee).
The only light is coming from the make-up mirror.
S.U.: What are you doing?
Me: Experimenting
S.U.: What?
Me: (Louder) Experimenting.
S.U.: With what??
Me: Makeup!!
S.U. (slightly baffled) OK, then.....
I have two excuses: Prednisone. And newer makeup.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

A Fall Evening

I feel this constant, burning need to be outside all the time, especially on my front porch.  I would imagine that I'm getting all the good weather before it's too cold to sit outside comfortably.

Tonight I'm sitting on my front porch.  It's near dusk, one of my favorite times of the day. It's when my vision is at its clearest and brightest.  The ice cream truck is playing the same merry tune as ice cream trucks did in my childhood. I see kids frantically biking home to hit their parents up for a buck or two.  (Ice cream sandwiches were ten cents when I was a kid.  Ah, inflation!) I hear the crickets' song and the breeze ruffles the tops of the trees.  It's not enough wind to move our four flags; they stand sentinel on their poles.  I hear kids bouncing basketballs, yelling, laughing and calling to each other.  I hear the neighbor's dog squeaking in concert with a train horn as it clacks and rattles on the tracks in the distance.  I lean back in our beat-up redwood chairs and let the sounds flow over me like a lullaby.

It's a soft night. It's early fall in my town.  It almost could be early fall when I was a kid in Lakewood.  I'm happy to be here, to be alive, to be present in this moment of almost suburban Americana perfection.  It doesn't have the glamour, bustle, vibrancy or movement of Chicago, New York or Paris.  It is a quintessential American small town. It's all good. I am content and blessed.  I'm alive.

Monday is infusion three of dragon's blood.  But that's then. For now this is a form of bliss.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Artie Bloo Goes To The Dog Park

Artie says, "Thanks for taking me to the dog park with  Mom!  I was pretty good!  There was a cattledog boy there, he was younger than me.  He'd get a little stupid and Mom would have to tell me NO! I wasn't allowed to 'discipline' him even though he's a less mature than I am...."

There were some stupid people who stood around yakking while their dogs were being bozos.


I still had a good time at the Dog Park.....