Inventory

Meaningful CD’s from the used CD store: $7.00

Minor shopping spree to make me feel pretty again: $40.00

Life affirming self-help books from Half Price Books: $10.00

Taking inventory of Jenn: Priceless.

"Hope"

You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever.
You know that it sounds childish
That you've dreamt of alligators.
You hope that we are all with you
And you hope that you're recognized
You want to go forever
You see it in my eyes.
I'm lost in the confusion
And it doesn't seem to matter
You really can't believe it
And you hope it's getting better.
You lock into a pattern
And you know that it's the last ditch.
You're trying to see through it
And it doesn't make sense.
But they're saying, "don't be frightened!"
And they're killing alligators
And they're hog-tied
And accepting of the struggle.

You want to trust religion
And you know it's allegory,
But the people who are followers
Have written their own story.
So you look up to the heavens
And you hope that it's a spaceship
And it's something from your childhood
You're thinking, "don't be frightened"
You want to climb the ladder
You want to see forever
You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever.
And you're questioning the sciences
And questioning religion
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care.
And you want to bridge the schism,
The built in mechanism to protect you.
And you're looking for salvation
And you're looking for deliverance
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care.
You want to climb the ladder
You want to see forever.
You want to go out Friday
You want to go forever.

-R.E.M.

Brief update

Things are a bit weird right now. Worst nite of my life has passed. Some good has come out of it though. We won't dwell on it all. It will take some time for things to get back to normal.

Work has been busy. My boss really needs me full time. If only the company would agree to that.

I finally went to see my daughter's apartment. It looks much like her room did when she lived here. Oh well. A few more years and she will appreciate the value of a clean living space. Not that it was hideous, just a bit messy. She and her boyfriend have been so kind as to lend me their vehicle. They really don't need it as they take the bus and train to get everywhere. Fortunately they live in a central location which makes that easy. I may keep the car and take over the payments. I like it.

Visited my mother on Monday. She's still insane, but as always, supportive and awesome.

My improv class on Tuesday was the best one yet. We played 'Story', and what do you know, I was kinda good at it. Then we each had to do a one minute rant on a topic of our choosing. Of all the things I could have picked, I chose the post office. It went well. I'm getting my hair done for free next week by one of the students who is a hair stylist. No, he's not gay. Not even a little. If he's as good at hair as he is at improv, I'm in for a treat.

I've decided to quite drinking. Am I an alcoholic? I really don't know. But it does affect my personal relationships, so it's best if I quit. Some counseling is definitely on the horizon, and soon.

My friend Beth is the most awesome and wonderful person in the world, in case I never mentioned that before.

Our cat, Herbie, died over the weekend. He was 17. His kidneys had started to fail and they felt he should be put down. I'm glad he could spend his final moments with people who loved him. RIP, Herbie.

That's about it for now. Work today. Kids tomorrow.

It's amazing how everything in your life can change in one split second. One moment of bad judgement, and POOF! Everything you worked for and everything you wanted is gone. How can everything I thought I knew turn out to be so completely and utterly wrong?

I haven't slept. My head hurts, still. I keep playing it over and over again in my head, trying to make some sense of it all.

I guess it's over. It has to be, right? I didn't deserve it. I didn't.

But maybe I pushed too hard. Maybe if I'd just shut up like he asked, this wouldn't have happened. I am a good button pusher. Oh, I'm so very good at pushing his buttons.

I loved him. With everything I had in me, I loved him.

If I just would have shut up. Shut up, Jenn, shut up! Why can't you just stop talking? No, you've gotta push, don't you? You've gotta push and push and push until he's so angry that you end up on the floor.

No, it's not my fault. Not my fault. Oh god why did this happen. I am so numb. I can't stop crying, and I can't stop seeing it in my head. I loved him. I did. And now my entire life is up in the air and I don't know what I'm going to do.

Goddamm it. If I just would have shut up. Just shut up. Shut up.

He's not a bad person. Momentary lapse in judgement. Rage and anger. Understandable.

I wonder if he'll miss me. I wonder if he's sorry. I wonder if I'll ever get over this.

Forgive him?
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not anytime soon.
Maybe never.

I don't know what I'm going to do.
I am so fucked right now. I've never felt more lost. I've never been more alone.

Picture this

Finally, the picture. Me giving bunny ears to Johnny Knoxville. Teehee! That's the director, Jeff Kramer, in pink. He's sticking his finger in Johnny's ear. I don't think he noticed. The security guy in the background looks amused.

Johnny wore that same shirt when he made an appearance on "The Daily Show" this week. Ha!

Bored Blogging

Could I be doing something productive? Maybe, but I don't feel like it at the moment. Here's some random crap about me. Enjoy.

1. FIRST NAME? Jennifer

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? No, but my mother wanted to name me Amy. I’m glad that my dad won that fight.

3. LAST CRY? Last Friday. PMS strikes again.

4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? I do, but some people say it’s messy.

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Roast beef

6. KIDS? No more, thank you. The three will be plenty.

7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Hello? Most definitely! I rock!

8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yep I do. My blog, online diary, and even a handwritten journal, although I don’t write as much in it as I used to.

9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Uh, what is sarcasm? (that was)

10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes I do and no one has ever touched them.

11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Hell no. I won’t even jump off the high dive, are you kidding?

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Cocoa Pebbles

13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? The majority of my shoes don’t have shoe laces.

14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Physically? No. Emotionally? Nuh-uh. Character-wise? Yes.

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Baskin Robbins Peanut Butter and Chocolate. Oh yeah.

16. SHOE SIZE? 7 to 7.5, depending on the shoe.

17. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Oh geez. Do I have to? I’m a flawed individual, I can’t name just one thing. Physically, my weight. Mentally, my trust issues.

18. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? At this very moment? Evan, cuz he’s not here, but he will be back soon, and then I won't miss him anymore. I haven’t had anyone close to me die in a long time, if that’s what the question means. I’m sorry, what was the question again?

19. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Well, since no one sent it to me in the first place, I would be surprised if I got it back!

20. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? No shoes, an old pair of the boyfriend’s boxers in blue plaid.

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The voices in my head. And they aren’t happy.

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Macaroni & Cheese

23. FAVORITE SMELL? It’s a toss up between Lavendar, Vanilla and Clinique Happy

24.WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Evan

25. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE (of the opposite sex) YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Their eyes and sense of humor.

26. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? She didn't send it, I just stole it from her blog cuz I’m bored out of my mind, but yes, she seems like a nice chick, although we’ve never really met.

27. FAVORITE DRINK? Coffee, Dr. Pepper, Pinot Grigio – in daily consumption order.

28. FAVORITE SPORT? I don’t really like sports.

29. EYE COLOR? Brown. Dark, dark brown.

30. HAT SIZE. Never measured my head, and I don’t wear hats that often.

31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope. Not even for fun.

32. FAVORITE FOOD? I have a lot of favorites, but I could really go for a Blue Cheese Chopped Salad from Outback Steakhouse about now. Mmmm. Best. Salad. Ever.

33. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Scary movies. Duh.

34. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE MOVIE THEATER? We’ve seen Talladega Nights and Jackass Number Two in the last week.

35. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Blue, one of the boyfriend’s old t-shirts that I stole a while back.

36. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. Anything to get away from this heat.

37. HUGS OR KISSES? Can’t I have both?

38. FAVORITE DESSERT? Crème Brulee, which I haven’t had in a long time.

39. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Probably no one as I didn’t send this out to anyone.

40. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? None at the moment.

41. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse. Wait! Now my hand.

42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? I don’t remember. Cartoons?

43. FAVORITE SOUNDS? Summer rain and laughter.

44. ROLLING STONE OR BEATLES? Neither. I choose Elvis.

45. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? Vancouver Canada

46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Mesquite, TX. Yee-haw.

Trust issues and cooking skills

So, for class last nite, we did a series of trust and team building exercises. Sounds harmless enough, yes? Sure.

It’s no secret that I have some major trust issues. I’m talking huge, gigantic, hard to overcome issues. So how am I supposed to trust a room full of people with whom I’ve spent all of 3 hours so far?

Surprisingly, it went well.

Putting my issues aside, I participated in all of the exercises. It was a lot of fun, but the best part is getting to know this group a little better, every week. I’ve made a couple of friends, most notably a young girl who slightly reminds me of my daughter. She’s fun. She was my partner in a couple of the exercises, and I didn’t feel like she would make me crash or run into a wall.

So far, there’s only one person in the group who I think I won’t get along with in the long run. Not bad for such a diverse group. I’m not sure what it is, but this one individual seems to get defensive and slightly rude every time I speak to them. Oh well. You can’t please everyone. I suppose some people just don’t know how to take me.

Four more weeks. I’ll keep you updated. I’m really loving this.

On a different note…here’s something you probably don’t know about me. One of my greatest, simple joys in life is cooking. I LOVE to cook, and I’m quite good at it. I've got mad skills in the kitchen. This works out well, because my man loves to eat, so it’s a win-win. I make some really good dishes, and I don’t think he’s ever criticized one of them. The only criticism I ever hear is, “Can’t you cook faster, it smells soooooooo goooooood!” That's a criticism I can take. I’m making my very wonderful zesty spicy chicken tonite. Mmmm. It’s so tasty. I can’t share the recipe, because then you all would be as special as me, and we just can’t have that. But trust me, it’s fantastic. It has lime juice and lime zest, I’ll tell you that. But that’s all you get.

Guilty pleasures this week? Project Runway and Flavor of Love. Yeah, I know. But I don’t care. I love them both, reality show critics be damned!

Hope you all are having a fantastic week!

Your weekly update

Well I suppose my blogging status has gone to once a week until something absolutely fascinating happens. I’m not holding my breath.

It’s finally stopped being a hundred and fuck degrees outside. I LOVE fall. It’s my very favorite time of the year. I know it’s not technically fall just yet, but it feels like it, and that’s what counts. We’ve had a lot of rain and our tapwater has finally stopped tasting like dirt.

Sadly, ComedSportz has had to cancel all of their shows for the past 2 weekends due to lack of reservations. I’m crossing my fingers that this is a temporary situation. I hate to see that happen. Rob and Elizabeth have worked far too hard to keep this thing going for it to suddenly go belly up. If you’re reading this, come see a show! It’s really a lot of fun. Our late show on Saturday was good, although attendance for that was even less than we expected. But still, 30-ish people who all had a good time. Not bad. We have shows booked thru the first weekend in November.

We finally saw Talladega Nights over the weekend. Not laugh out loud funny, but funny nonetheless. I love Will Ferrell. Emily ditched us for the weekend again. Teenagers. Hmph. Christopher enjoyed it though. Then he and I sat thru workshop with Evan on Sunday. It’s fun to watch, and I’m hopeful that at some point, I’ll understand what they’re doing.

Complaints? I have a few. The dog that lives in my house has decided that it’s ok to sleep on my lovely furniture. I may have to kill a dog. She’s left a hairy, wet dog stain on the love seat and I’m livid. The roommate is not disciplining the dog. I don’t even think he’s been feeding it. And he brought another stupid dog into the house, without even asking us if it would be ok. So now we have 2 dogs and a cat that he doesn’t look after. I didn’t sign up to take care of these animals. There’s a reason the boyfriend and I don’t have any pets. Roommate has turned into a complete douche, much like the other one. He’s not paying any of the bills. (Oh, and the other one who moved out left us with a ton of unpaid utility bills, and he’s not returning my calls. Go figure). He eats our food and drinks my sodas, and instead of replacing the items he takes, he buys things that we would never eat. Liver cheese and tofu? Are you fucking kidding me? Gross! Where’s my Dr. Pepper you asshole! And he never cleans up after himself or the animals anymore, which is really starting to get to me. I’m ready to get the hell out of here. I’d like for us to be out before my birthday, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Working a few hours today, have some errands to run, improv class tonite, that’s about it. I’ll report in tomorrow on how the class went.

I bunny-eared Johnny Knoxville!

Ha! How funny is that? Picture to come soon, trying to get it off the boyfriend's new camera phone.

The new Jackass movie. What can I say? It was funny, but I could do without a lot of the stuff in it. Sans the puking and shit stuff, I laughed my ass off. I can't believe those guys haven't been seriously injured in their antics.

Johnny Knoxville was cool, he and the director, Jeff Kramer, answered questions after the movie. He said that he's only been taken to the hospital about 7 times during the entire Jackass series. That's surprising. He was very nice and accomodating to all the folks who wanted pictures and autographs. We got both. I got one of Evan pointing at him while some other person was getting their picture taken with him. Oh, a brief explanation - Evan has a series of photos of him pointing at celebrities. Sometimes you can see the person, sometimes it's just an elbow or a head. I'm trying to remember all the ones he's taken: Patton Oswalt, Debra Wilson, Eddie Brill, Henry Rollins, and now Johnny Knoxville, just to name a few. We didn't get one with Corn Mo cuz his phone was dead and the new one hadn't arrived, and for some reason my camera has disappeared. Grr. I think I've started a new tradition with the bunny ears. I wonder how many people I can get photos with like that? This is the first! Thanks, Johnny.

Branching Out and other updates

What’s up blog homies? Just chillin up in here.

Ok, enough of that. My kids really hate it when I try to speak gangsta.

Tuesday nite, I attended my very first ever improv workshop. Doing stand-up for four years has been great, but I really want to try something different. The good folks at Comedy Sportz are putting on these classes. For the next 5 weeks, I will be taken very far out of my comfort zone. I’d be lying if I said I weren’t a little scared of that. At the end of the 6 weeks, we will have a showcase of some sort, and the "real" CSz players (read: the ones who know what they're doing) will join us. That’s a little scary too. How the hell am I supposed to come close to matching their skills? My 6 weeks of training vs. their many years? Ok then.

The first class was a lot of fun. I learned some of the basic rules of improv, and actually remembered everyone’s name. We have a class of 17 people, all from very different walks of life. The games we played were fun, but I can definitely see where my weaknesses are going to be. I was pretty good at one, not so great at the other. I guess that’s not bad for a beginner.

Had yet another interview, only to be turned down once again. This is getting old.

Ann Richards died yesterday. So very sad. I met her once at a function in Houston. She was quite the speaker. She will be missed.

We somehow won tickets to a screening tonite of the new Jackass movie, and Johnny Knoxville is supposed to be in attendance for a meet and greet. That should be fun.

Off to yet another interview. I will not let this get to me, I will not. The right job just hasn't found me yet. But geez, it's not like I'm hiding.

Do you remember where you were....

I saw many flags out today, in different neighborhoods. It's nice that people remember. Has it really been 5 years? Yes, I suppose it has.

I remember that moment when I heard about it. I was in Houston, on my way to work, listening to talk radio as I did every morning. They said a plane had just flown into one of the WTC towers. I remember thinking, my god, was the pilot drunk? Air traffic control on break? Malfunctioning equipment on the plane? The thought of terrorism never even entered my mind. Why would it?

They were trying to get people out of the buildings, emergency crews were screaming towards the scene. The station I was listening to had a NY correspondent on the phone, giving details about what was going on. He was explaining how the wreckage looked, how he was close enough to smell the jet fuel, the burning. Then suddenly, he screamed and dropped the phone. A few minutes later he picked his phone back up and said that a second plane had just crashed into the other tower. Suddenly I felt nauseated. I had an eerie, chilly feeling.

One plane, pilot error. Two planes, there's something very, very wrong.

I got to the office. My boss was in the conference room with the TV on. She's in tears. More reports were coming in - from DC, from Pennsylvania. More planes had been hijacked. More people are dead. Other staff members of our company arrived and we all huddled together in that room and watched as the tower collapsed and crumbled into pieces. We cried. We hugged. We tried to go about our work day, but that was futile.

Just after noon we got a visit from our building management and security. There's a bomb threat in our building, and we have to evacuate. We gather our things and leave. No work will get done today.

I race home, but I stop at my kids' schools first and take them out for the day. "Mommy, what happened? Why did those planes crash into those buildings?" How do you explain that to a child?

The strangest thing to me that week was not seeing any planes in the sky. When every flight in the entire country was grounded. It was so surreal. There have been planes in the sky as long as I can remember. Sometimes you can even see what color they are, if you're close enough to the airport. But not that week. One of the people I worked with was on vacation in Jamaica at the time. He and his wife got stuck there for an extra week because there were no flights. I could think of worse places to be stuck.

The ensuing patriotism was massive. But so was the hysteria. Anyone with a dark complexion was labeled a terrorist. People were profiled, unfairly. People minding their own business. Legal, hard-working citizens of this country, were harrassed, beaten, and in some cases, killed, for something they had nothing to do with. The zealotry that occured in the days after 9/11 is still unmatched, in my opinion. Our president took us to war, and never even found the man responsible for planning these attacks. But someone had to pay, right? Someone had to pay.

Tragic events are no excuse for racism. But do those kind of people really need excuses for their ignorance? No, they are ignorant with or without excuses.

I found a timeline of the events, link below. The photos made me sad again. I hope I get to visit New York one of these days. I'm just sorry I didn't get to visit when the towers were still standing.

http://www.september11news.com/AttackImages.htm

Happy Endings?

This once a week thing just doesn’t seem to be enough, but sadly, my life is extremely boring at the moment, so I don’t have much to share.

I think I’m very close to being employed full-time once again. That’s good news. I do love working at home, that will continue. And producing shows is great too, but I just have this need to be out of the house more. And making more money wouldn’t hurt. So if I land one of these jobs I’m interviewing for, that will give me: 1 full time job, 2 part time jobs. Add that to taking care of kids and boyfriend, and I’ll be lucky if I ever have time to myself again. Not complaining, not complaining.

I’m currently uninspired in writing my play. It’s dredging up some old, painful memories and I’m finding it hard to get excited about it. I love the title. I love the opening. I love the ending. I even love the break-up scene, some of my best writing I think. But I’m stuck, and I don’t know what to do.

I realize I’ve been terribly vague about the contents of my play. And at this point, I may even turn it into a screen play instead of something for the stage. The more I write it, the more I see difficulty in staging it in a small venue. But here’s just a little more detail: Let me just say that it’s not a comedy, although there are indeed some funny lines. It’s more of a love story, for modern times, which is very strange for me as I don’t normally buy into that sort of thing. I’ve written in some of my own experiences and given the main character a certain level of bitterness and cynicism, well-deserved and earned, of course, but she’s likeable. You go thru things with her, hoping that she will eventually be happy. And just when it looks like she will be, just when you think she’s finally found what she was looking for, things go south. It follows the very standard ‘girl meets boy, girl loses boy, girl gets boy back’ formula. A happy ending? Well, I don’t typically believe in happy endings, but I wrote one anyway.

Last nite I watched “Pay if Forward” for the very first time. I can’t believe I didn’t see this movie when it came out 6 years ago. What the hell was I doing? Who knows. It was one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. I’ve never cried so much during a movie. “Philadelphia” had me pretty teary-eyed, but I was also pregnant with my son when I saw that one, so emotions were quadrupled. I cried when the people on the Titanic died. I even boo-hoo’d a bit when the Beast died in that Disney movie, even though I knew he was going to be ok. But this movie, damn. I must have burst into tears a half a dozen times. And even when it was over, I couldn’t seem to pull myself together. It was so good. Amazingly written and cast. I didn’t expect such a sad ending. Why it didn’t win a slew of awards, I’ll never know.

And the boyfriend laughs at me. Every time we watch a movie together and he hears me start to sniffle, he laughs. Not in a mocking way, not in a ‘god you’re so stupid’ way, but more of an ‘ahh, isn’t it sweet that you get so emotional in all the Pavlovian spots’ sort of way. Yeah. Pretty fucking sweet.

I don’t want to do that to people with my writing. I don’t ever want anyone walking away feeling like they just lost their best friend. So I guess I’ll stick with happy endings.

Corn Mo is a Rock God, and I hate the Post Office

Yes, it’s been a week since my last post, surely something must have transpired in the last 7 days that was somewhat interesting? Ok, we’ll go with that.

I’ve actually been really busy with work this week. Spent a few days at the boss’s house working on some projects. I don’t mind at all. I’d rather be there than in an office. I don’t have to dress up or put on make-up and I can wear whatever I want, within reason. Put in quite a full week, some there and some at home.

Spent a lot of time standing in line at the post office, which I hate, but it was necessary. It’s amazing how much attitude you get from the window clerks when you walk in with a couple of boxes full of large envelopes that need mailing. Isn’t it their job to send them for me? They work for the POST OFFICE. Isn’t that what the government pays them a ridiculously high salary to do? Ok, Ok, maybe they don’t make all that much money, but they do pretty well. If you count the government benefits and all, they make more than someone in a useful profession, say a teacher. And the ones I’ve encountered are not bright and not good with people. Good idea, let’s put anti-social people with attitude in a public service job! Brilliant!!! Out of the 4 clerks I dealt with this week, only one was nice and helpful. He managed to get us a really good rate for the packages, which was awesome, since we had so many to send. Unfortunately, each time I’ve dealt with a different person and asked for that same rate, I get the third degree and a butt load of attitude. “What’s in them? Are they really books? You know they are subject to opening and inspection? You’ll be charged more if you’re lying about the contents.”

Um, why would I lie about what’s in an envelope? Anywho. Our first trip was on Tuesday, we had a stack of 50 or so 10x13 envelopes. Just letters, no big deal. We wanted them postmarked, which means the clerk would have to print out the postage labels and place them on the envelopes. God forbid, you have to do a little work today. Well, Mr. Hippy Man with the big bushy hair and beard refused to do this. Instead, he handed us stamps and told us to put them on the envelopes ourselves. Fine. We scooted over to the next window, stamped the stupid envelopes and were done. As we were walking away Mr. Hippy snidely asked me, “Are you just going to leave your trash there?” And I replied, “Well, since you were SOOOO helpful, I figured you could clean it up yourself.”

Ok, so I can’t go back to that post office anymore. So what. J

My other trips varied in annoyance. I hate the post office and I hate the government. And why is it that if there are 30 people in line, you can be assured that only 2 clerks are on duty? The customers should be the ones showing up with shotguns, what the hell do the workers have to be stressed about?

On Monday nite, I took the boyfriend to a show, kind of an extended birthday present, if you will. Last summer when we met, we were getting to know each other and sharing our musical tastes. He played a CD for me on our way to Houston by a guy named Corn Mo. I was like, are you kidding me? This is what you listen to? Ok then. But the more I listened, the more I liked it. The guy is talented, no doubt. His songs are funny, almost parody-like, but with a rock star quality to them. And he plays the accordion. Very hard to describe. When you see him live, you find out that his songs are all about things that have happened to him in his life, people he went to school with, girls he didn’t get to date, etc. He’s a rock star trapped in a couch potato’s body. I knew that Evan was a huge fan, and we saw on MySpace that he was coming to the Gypsy Tea Room, so of course we had to go. And we had such a great time! The show was awesome, and we got to chat with him afterwards. He’s a really nice, easy going guy, and NO ONE could ever rock Hava Nagila quite like that. Evan was so excited to meet him, and I do love seeing him excited. Happy Birthday, honey!

Corn Mo opened for the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players, who I absolutely loved. I’d never seen them before but Evan has told me about them. They’re a family of 3 – mom, dad and daughter. They take vintage slides that they find at garage sales and thrift stores, and write songs about the people and activities in the slides. It was great! Very unique, and apparently they, as well as Corn Mo, have a huge indie following. Their daughter is 12, she plays the drums. Dad plays guitar and sings, and Mom does back-up singing and runs the slide projector. It was quite a thing to see, I highly recommend checking them out if you get the chance.

Their first opening act was a chick who sang dirty folk songs, Jessica Delfino. I think I have a little girl-crush on her. She was really funny and really dirty, which I love. I talked to her for a few minutes after the show, she was really cool. I’m just sorry I didn’t have 10 bucks to buy one of her CD’s. Check out her blog, she has some great stories and pictures from the road.

Well that’s about it for my week. I’m having my coffee and doing some work today. I have lots to do, both for the job and around the house. I’d better get on with it. Have a great weekend all.

Oh, play update - 90 pages are completed. I'm currently stuck, but I did write the ending! Weee! I expect it will turn out to be 120-130 pages or so, I'm not quite sure yet. I was on a roll for a while, but right now I can't think. I know where it needs to go, I'm just having trouble getting it there. I'm almost to the point where I need an outside opinion. Almost.

Peace and love and all that jazz. Thanks for reading.