Rapier's Wit

One of my new readers, CAT, reminded me in a previous post comment that I promised photographic proof of my theatrical hirsute glory. I donned the facial hair in STATE FAIR recently with Kankakee Valley Theatre Association. I was grateful to only have worn the thing for one scene. I will say, without a doubt, that I brought plenty of attention to myself. I loved the laughter and the reactions cast mates gave me each performance. On the final performance, prior to making my appearance, I stuck a pickle on a fork and then placed it between my boobs for later retrieval on stage. The smell of the dill was rising upward. I hoped no one would detect it. Near the end of this particular scene there are two male characters conversing. One, Charlie, says to Pat (the notorious ladies man newspaper reporter) "you must know every dame on the midway!" To that Pat replies, "Only the ( long pause as I approach ) refined ones." I made my presence known. I interrupted his line by sa

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Not since the tail end of the Clinton Administration have I been banged. I realize that's a long time. Fear of having it done improperly has kept me from taking the leap again. The last time it happened I was in the capable hands of my sister-in-law. She and my brother live in Taiwan. So, having it done again and regularly wasn't feasible. With that being the case, I just let things go. Oh, I'd get a little trim here and there, but never did I allow someone else to bang me. That is until recently. On Tuesday I tossed my concerns to the wayside and let someone have a crack at me. A complete stranger! "Do what you want! I have nothing to lose and I'm tired of the same thing day in and day out, " I declared to the petite and vivacious young woman behind the counter. " Are you sure?" she asked as she ran her fingers through my long, tangled head of hair. " Yep! I'm putting my tresses in your hands. If I hate it, it'll grow back and I won

Here it is. Yet another Friday that has me feeling undeniably cheeky. I'm all sassified!! I can't quite explain it. The last time I declared this I was giddy over getting to consume mass quantities of fair food . By the way, last Friday I over indulged on cotton candy, corn dogs and soft pretzels. That carbohydrate inhalation left me comatose. I woke up feeling as if I'd been doing tequila shots all night long. OY! So, here I am off work. It's a cloudy, rainy, yucky day; yet, I'm impervious to the doldrums usually brought on by weather that's less than favorable. When I say I'm feeling cheeky, I don't mean this: It's this weird feeling I don't often wake up experiencing. I feel positive. How can that be? Am I not supposed to be feeling the stresses of financial sparsity? Shouldn't I be grumpy because my fling was flung -- presumably since there's been no communication? Nope. I am delightfully content.

My 'net friend Jane posted her Thursday Thirteen today. This quiz was added. I took it. OH yeah! Bring on the 5 year olds! I wonder if this means I could be a Kindergarten teacher? 21 Created by OnePlusYou - Free Dating Site

While listening to the the most recent installment of the Stuck in the 80's podcast , the music of 80's movies was being discussed. The number one song on the list was "Don't you (forget about me)," from The Breakfast Club. That film encapsulates so much more than typical teen angst. I was not your typical teen-age girl. I managed to relate to the characters for more than complaining brats who hate their parents. On the outside I looked like Claire (Molly Ringwald), but inside I was a ball of confusion like Allison (Ally Sheedy.) I longed to rebel like Bender (Judd Nelson), but feared disappointing the those around me like Brian (Anthony Michael Hall.) I desperately wanted to be revered and celebrated like Andy (Emilio Estevez.) When I completed listening to the podcast there was a flood of emotion and recall. I thought about where I was in the early 80's. Those memories inspired me to write the following: As I said, my life as a teen wasn't typical. My pa

I'm so happy it's Friday. It's unusual for me to be thrilled. Screaming TGIF doesn't have a normal spot in my vocabulary because, in my line of work, a weekend just doesn't take on the same meaning it does for those of you who work Monday through Friday. Chances are I'm not sleeping in on a Saturday. I'm waking up, slurping down java in haste and rushing out the door only to find myself sitting on the bench outside the store because the management thinks its exempt from being on time. *shew* This Friday is different! Due to my involvement in Kankakee Valley Theatre Associations production of STATE FAIR, I am off all weekend. Sure, I'll have my hair in curlers for hours prior to curtain time. I'll wear 3 times the average amount of make-up and a color totally unlike my natural skin tone. Aqua Net is dragged out of the 80's and sprayed feverishly. I'll be dancing in shoes that are clearly a modern day version of Medieval torture. However, none

My sister Mary sent this to me this morning. Definitely post worthy. Psalm 23 (For the Work Place) The Lord is my real boss, and I shall not want. He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me. He gently reminds me to pray and do all things without murmuring and complaining. He reminds me that He is my source and not my job. He restores my sanity everyday and guides my decisions that I might honor Him in all that I do. Even though I face absurd amounts of e-mails, system crashes, unrealistic deadlines, budget cutbacks, gossiping co-workers, discriminating supervisors and an aging body that doesn't cooperate every morning, I still will not stop--- for He is with me! His presence, His peace, and His power will see me through. He raises me up, even when they fail to promote me. He claims me as His own, even when the company threatens to let me go. His Faithfulness and love is better than any bonus check. His retirement plan beats every 401k there is! When it's all said and done,

I have no idea why, but I'm feeling quite cheeky lately. Maybe I'm finally coming out from under the haze that was cast upon my family in early June. Being on stage again has helped tremendously. When I auditioned for Kankakee Valley Theater Association's production of STATE FAIR, I admit to knowing little about it. I just knew I needed an escape. I wanted to sing my heart out and spend time with people who had nothing to do with my income. I needed human contact. I'll write more about my experience in front of the footlights when I have enough down time to devote to it. Plus, I want to provide photographic evidence when I put pen to paper, so to speak.

Watch the video below. Do not adjust your volume. There isn't any sound. There's really no need for it. I discovered this gem on youtube while searching for the silent film Nosferatu. I'm so delighted at my black and white discovery. What does this little movie tell us about life? It reveals that no matter how intimate the occasion; it's all about wearing the right pair of shoes.

This came only minutes ago via email from Kris. Thank you. I know you know how much I rely on faith. Even though that's undeniable, it helps to have reminders. I haven't a clue where this email originated. I don't know the author. what I do know is that it gave me a tap on the shoulder when I read it. Walking by Faith I'm learning a lot about myself these days, specifically that I'm one of those control freaks who needs to know what's going to happen. I want to see everything that lies ahead. I don't like the unknown. I've never enjoyed surprises and find some kind of comfort in thinking I can control things. What a load of nonsense! Even those who claim clairvoyance cannot see the future with any certainty. Sure, modern technology has made it possible to predict the movement of the stock market, the weather, future prices of oil, orange juice and hog bellies (what's up with the hog bellies, anyway?), but predictions are only educated guesses. No mat