Simply Not Simple

Total tongue malfunctions

Here are a couple of the examples of my brain and my mouth not communicating during the play:

The real line "She's a villian"

My mouth malfunction "She's unbearable"

Real "What the devil?"

Jenn: "What the hell?"

Real: "They're only young once"

Jenn: "They're only one youngst"

Real: Too many lines to type "..."

Jenn: "Well, shit"

Polite:  "Kindly remove the hairpiece from my head"

Real: "Dylan get your damn weasel off my head!"

I'm sure there are more- it was a nearly daily thing.  The poor director was ready to shoot me, but when it came down to it in the ACTUAL play- I'm the only one who didn't skip lines.

And here are some of my fellow cast members:

We were munchkins as you can obviously tell.  The boy to the left is Kelsie's new boyfriend (he's a sweet kid, but GOD help me), then me, then the amazing singer and star of the show who is such a sweet, well grounded girl, and of course Kelsie who must be in every picture. She was a mute in the play and I really miss being able to tell her to go practice her part.

We were grocery shopping for the cast party.  K's boyfriend played my son in the play and at one point yesterday the two of them were both calling me mom.  I had to explain to them that I could not be BOTH of their mothers and allow them to date.  I'm not sure whose mom I ended up being.

I kinda miss the play, but I'm so much more relaxed.

I went from being invisible

at work to professors seeking me out to begin Ph.D work in their labs.

What the hell?  One of them has never said two words to me, and now she's all about asking me on nearly a weekly basis if I am ready to take the classes needed to get me on the Ph.D track.

Are they insane?  I'm fully retired from school.

Tomorrow, kitten pictures!

Hi guys! I think I'm back now

I thought I'd post a picture of my new dog.  Our breeder found out that one of her stud dogs didn't pass OFA hips and couldn't be bred.  He was one of my favorite dogs of hers so she told me I could foster him and later let me know I could keep him.

Here he is:  Our brand new Biscuit

I don't think  I've met a happier dog in my whole life.  The silly dog prances everywhere.

This is what happens when you don't get any sleep for two weeks

due to rehearsals, and then you have a "cast party" at IHOP at midnight with only one performance left in front of you.

Sat I was trying to do the La Vie Boehm scene from Rent.  No one would join me and in the video I can't link to because it's on facebook,  my friend Carl is holding me back with a long suffering "here I go holding back Jenn again" look on his face.

Can I help  it that it was the perfect table set up to work out that scene?

I got one knee on the table and then was admonished by the director to "get my butt down".

Spoilsports.

Tonight is our first dress rehearsal, and it's cue to cue

So hopefully we don't have to stay until 10 (or later).  I'm still around, but these last two weeks have sucked every moment of free time I have.

We now have a new kitten and a new dog and hopefully I can get some pictures up next week.  We have one of the breeder's dogs whose elbows did not pass OFA.  We have him for a pet and will not be able to train him, but we will continue training Ginger.  Biscuit is really is a great fit for our household, and the timing, has worked out.  Do I wish I still had Bear?  Hell yes, but since I don't, life must move on.

And hopefully I will be back to daily blogging next week.

I miss the days of 2.5 hours of rehearsals

Yesterday we had rehearsal for over six hours.  And the music director was a bitch.  Bitch, my duet partner could not SING without me there.  Asshole.