Where I contemplate a full day to myself.

I’m really freaking tired. The past two weeks have had me working my regular job, moving offices at said job, going through tech week of Guys & Dolls, playing six performances of Guys & Dolls, trying to figure out how I’ll approach my project for National Novel Writer’s Month, working on some behind-the-scenes magic for… Continue reading Where I contemplate a full day to myself.

Where I play out the movie of an unwritten memoir

LATE NIGHT – A RUNDOWN OLD THEATER The camera pans in to find a man in his mid-40’s, JOHN, dressed in a tuxedo, asleep in a chair, drooling, a concent program in his hand. The sound of an orchestra tuning fills in the background. The camera zooms in on JOHN’s face as the sound fades.… Continue reading Where I play out the movie of an unwritten memoir

Where I make thinly-veiled masturbation references in an attempt to be sincere

Over the weekend, I ended up flipping around channels and Tosh.0 came up. Now, I’m not the biggest fan of “let’s make fun of people” shows, and much of Tosh.0 is just that, but I really like his “web redemptions,” where he’ll bring back the butt of some internet video to figure out just what… Continue reading Where I make thinly-veiled masturbation references in an attempt to be sincere

Where I ramble on, and on, and on, and on about a bicycle ride through Iowa

Before the ride, I was told that the ride was huge. I was told that Iowa was not, as commonly perceived, flat. I was told that it would be hot. I thought I had prepared myself for all of this, but I was wrong. The ride was truly crowded at points. There were portions that… Continue reading Where I ramble on, and on, and on, and on about a bicycle ride through Iowa

Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”

When I close my eyes, I can swear I hear Patsy Cline’s singing. Every now & then I post about my schedule, and people claim that they wish that they had my energy, or that they don’t understand how I do everything I do. Then there are spells like what I’m going through. This weekend… Continue reading Where I ponder where “Crazy Schedule” turns to “Actual Crazy”

Where I Admit to Swearing Like a Sailor

Those of you who have known me for awhile will know that I actually am quite mature, and always have been. Sure, I have an intentionally immature sense of humor, and a, perhaps, unhealthy appreciation of the female form, but I’ve always come across as mature “in real life” (yes, mad woman behind the blog,… Continue reading Where I Admit to Swearing Like a Sailor

On falling in love with the gym, yet again

The other day, my son found a toy that I had buried deep in a toy box in the hopes that it would never find the light of day again had gone missing. He certainly wasn’t looking for it (he was in a destructive mood, and much like the therapeutic effects of throwing coffee filters… Continue reading On falling in love with the gym, yet again