Timeline: A Poetic Journey From Frustrated To Alleviated Jun20

Timeline: A Poetic Journey From Frustrated To Alleviated...

Frustrated Aggravated Irritated Depreciated  Hated Segregated Devastated Complicated Educated Medicated Alleviated...

Measuring Up: Costume Fitting Day In the Theater Jun18

Measuring Up: Costume Fitting Day In the Theater...

Have you ever been “sized up”? Have you had someone look at you, and you can tell they are looking to see if you “measure up”? You feel exposed, don’t you? Almost like you need to cover up? You want to say, “Stop looking at me so…personally!” Get out my bizness, so to speak. I had the wonderful opportunity to get “sized up” twice in the past week. Literally. It was costume fitting time for both the show Lizzie Borden, and at Titanic, The Experience. Let me tell you it’s very….intimate. Lizze Borden was first. I am playing three different roles in this show, so I am assuming I will have three different costumes. There are none made yet, so they were just getting measurements. The costumer was a pro, and very lovely, and knew exactly what she needed. This always helps and makes this process go a lot smoother. She whipped her tape measure around my body like a cowboy roping a steer. I half expected her to flip me on my back and throw her hands up in the air. Shoulder to Shoulder. Shoulder to wrist. Bust. Hips. Waist. Hip to floor. Back. Torso. Diagonal torso across the bust “because she has boobs”. As she is shouting out my numbers to her assistant, I find myself biting my tongue to keep from saying things like…..I just ate lunch…..I’m kind of bloated today…..I’m actually about to go on a diet, should I check back with you?…..so, how ARE my numbers? I know. Pathetic. Then I went in to Titanic. Totally different experience. They already have a rack full of costumes, so the costumer was trying to help me find one that would work with my character, and also work for me. She pulled...

Caffeine Jun07

Caffeine

  Oh Caffeine, you nasty ghoul!   You flirted with me and made me the fool.   I’d resisted your lure for a small season,   Then made a decision without rational reason.   The piper is now being payed his due,   I’m wishing I hadn’t indulged in that brew.   For the hour is late, yet here I remain…   I alertly anticipate the sleep I will feign.   -Beki...

Surviving The Emergency Room Jun04

Surviving The Emergency Room...

I practically put the Emergency Room on lockdown last night. It was an honest mistake, really. In order to tell you what happened, I have to take you back a few hours. Todd came home from work and said he wasn’t feeling well. Then he said the words that set of alarms and red flags and all the other loud noises in your head that aren’t supposed to be there. “I’ve been having chest pains today.” Well. We’ve gone through our fair share of cardiac issues with him (I’ll save that for another post) so we don’t take this too lightly. He starts listing off all of his symptoms as we cross referenced them with WebMD Signs of a Heart Attack. Chest pain. Check.  Headache. Check.  Dizziness. Check.  Light Headed. Check.  Sweating. Check. Fatigue. Check. Hmm. What to do….What to do.  Of course we did the obvious. We drove to the closest fire station and had them check his vitals. I mean, who wants to take a trip the the ER at 10 pm? Did you know that any fire station will do that for free? They are happy to help! They plopped him down in the truck and wired him up like a Christmas tree to do an EEG right there. Thankfully everything looked fine. Of course they strongly recommended we still go to the ER. They said there could be something that didn’t show up on the EEG. They really wanted to take him in their rig, Todd really didn’t want them to. So they made me promise to drive him straight there, and I did. Todd was very appreciative of their help. As we drove away, however, I heard him mutter, “What’s the point of going there if they are just...