Accountabili-buddies!

My last post of 2013 was a list of my resolutions--dares, challenges, and promises that I have difficulties with, but knew I could still accomplish.

Every month or so, I'll come back here and re-examine that list. You will hold me accountable to the promises I've made. You are my accountabili-buddy, whether you like it or not.

It's Bagel Day! Yes, it's Bagel Day! B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b Bagel Day!

 

(From the BBC series Maid Marian and Her Merry Men.)

Here at work (Deluxe Media, to refresh your memory), Thursdays are Bagel Day. (Also fresh fruit. But I devour the bagel days before my fruit is even touched.)

And every Thursday morning, as soon as I step off the elevator and smell the fresh baked carb-loaded goodness, I start singing that song--substituting "bagel" for "pancake," of course.

Every. Single. Thursday.

My co-workers love me. ;)

I choose the jalapeno cheddar and add garden veggie shmear, in case you're wondering.

For my American friends: in the  British Isles, Australia, New Zealand, and Canada, Shrove Tuesday is also known as "Pancake Day," due to the tradition of eating pancakes on that day.

I could care less about shriving on a Tuesday. But I can get down with some Pancake Days.

P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p- Pancake Day!

A Many-Splendoured Thing?

One of my resolutions this year was to "dare to love."

What does that even mean?

New Beginnings and Dares.

 

This year seems to have flown by. But every year seems that way, doesn't it? At least, every year as an adult. I remember thinking the years just dragged when I was younger... is it just me?

At any rate, twenty-thirteen is leaving us and twenty-fourteen can't wait to come in. There've been some good, some bad, some downright ugly and painful things that happened this past year. But some beautiful memories and hard-learned lessons, as well. 

Summer Sunday and a Year...

...(I guess I like it fine, so far.)

(By the way, Rothdell Trail, AKA "Love Street," is just a few miles up the road from me! I haven't visited it, or the Country Store, yet.)

This post is all about Los Angeles. And me. And dating...and how they all complement each other. 

My Heart Is Stone, and Still It Trembles.

Well, here it is. My long-awaited LES MIZ blog. In the words of Eponine, "Well, I told you I'd do it--told you I'd do it!"

Sooooo many thoughts, which is part of the reason I've taken so long to write this. That, and my folks were in town...and I got sick. I'm still recovering from my cold and am feeling unnervingly dizzy today, but it's a day off. Therefore, things need to get done. Important things like laundry, cooking, cleaning, groceries, taking care of Ella, writing blog posts, and posting holiday photos to Facebook. Dizziness Be Damned.

And now: Les Miserables. (I try to warn you of spoilers when I remember, but really...if you don't know the story by now, you deserve to not be warned. :p )

(Look for the links, in blue and green. There's quite a few--have fun with that. Ha!)


I had some trepidation about seeing this.

For years, this was THE musical for me. "Obsessed" doesn't even begin to cover it. Oh, I loved, listened, adored, watched other musicals...but LES MIZ was IT. And Eponine was my Dream Role. I read the book (the entire thing) twice in 7th grade, and again in 8th. I know adults who still haven't read it. The looks on my teachers' faces as I pulled that out during downtime was priceless--but they got used to it. I was an odd kid.

The Way Things Are

First, you *must* say that like the mice from the movie BABE. Had the darnedest time trying to find a clip, and could only manage this one; it's at the beginning, though, so that's something, at least:


The Way Things Are!

This blog is only about today. And you'll have to forgive my tenses. I go from past to present way too often, but I'm too tired to edit and proofread. Only have energy enough to add in this little warning and an apology: I'm sorry for my atrocious grammar and writing tonight.

Here's my day:

My Mister Man

The lights went out. Pitch black in a warehouse in Brooklyn. The silence was just as severe.

My heart was racing, which matched the sudden sounds of a man huffing, trying to catch his breath. It seemed an interminable moment...but then a light came on.

And there he was.

Thus began one of the most amazing nights of theatre I have ever experienced.

The New Blog!

Hallo!

Yep, I've switched over from WordPress to Blogger...I never liked WP, never got it to look the way I wanted, even after spending hundreds of hours on it. I've decided to give Blogger a chance. It still doesn't look the way I'd like, but at least I'm not hating it. ;)

It's a work-in-progress, much like my life, so it'll be changing quite a bit as I learn more about it.

I'm currently writing a blog on MISTERMAN and meeting my mister man, so stay tuned for that. (It's only a few months overdue. No biggie. :p  )

The Art of Doing Remarkable Things

Hallo!

Okay, so much has happened, and I've got several blogs to write in order to get it all in. But for now, I'm skipping all of that and sharing something with you. This isn't just for artists, by the way--it's for everyone.

 

I have a few gurus in my life.