Joseph and the Amazing Technocolor Dreamcoat

Just wrapped up another Main Stage Production at the Savannah Children's Theatre.
Photographic evidence that I'm still alive!
Here's one of 4 good reviews we received in the local press!

The weather was perfect today. The sky was blue,temperature reasonable, and the sand gnats or “flying teeth” hadn’t yet made their appearance to interfere with a persons sanity.
All these factors considered, I decided to do something out of doors.
Dressed in my cute hot pink baseball hat, and armed with the few things I could find from the garage, that could function as yard tools (to include a broken half a rake, a broom, and an old bed sheet) I made my way to the back yard.

At least three feet of nasty tree garbage had fallen over the last few months and I was determined to uncover something of monumental historical value, a lost civilization under the leaves in my back yard.

I had heard stories, of barbeque grills and lawn furniture, with friends and family of long ago, gathering in the area, for birthday parties, steaks and roasted marshmallows.
Under the thick mountains of brown crunchy debris there were no signs of any such society but I could almost hear the echos of laughter and fellowship mixed throughout the whistle of the wind, so I began to rake.


And I raked.
…And raked
…And raked
And stopped to send a few text messages to break the monotony,
…then raked some more,
…and raked
…and FREAKIN RAKED FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHAT WAS I THINKING I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO THE PARK TO PLAY CATCH WITH THE DOG!!!

…I'm pretty sure I said a few dirty words.

Then raked until finally there was a scratching sound of metal rake prongs on what appeared to be some sort of concrete slab. The further I dug through the leaves, the more of this lost civilization emerged until an entire patio was unearthed, complete with four chairs, a table and indeed... the holy barbque grill!

Who knew that not so long ago, friends gathered and children laughed, right outside my back door?

The area is roped off until further notice.

Dear Pet Smart.

I would really love it if you could invent a non chewable version of this bed. It matches my bedspread perfectly and looks really cute with the décor of my house. Thank you.

By the way. What is your return policy?

Sometimes silence is golden.

Other times it just means I don't have anything to say, and my mother always said... if you don't have anything nice to say, shut up and act like a lady.

The end of 2009 brought some changes to my life and change is usually a good thing. Especially when the change keeps me from stagnating and propels me towards something fresh and exciting. Change can also be, however, one of those terrifying, gut wrenching experiences that make me lose weight, consume large amounts of Prozac and chew my fingernails down to tiny icky looking stubbs.

Unfortunately, the particular kind of change I've recently experienced has been of the latter variety, and while my nails still look fabulous, thanks to my friends at Yins House of Happy Nails, I've chosen to remain silent.

I've

THOUGHT

many things mind you, but obeying my Mother as I do, prevented me from actually articulating my ugly thoughts on my Blog, you know... so as not to appear unladylike, God forbid.

Please keep all snickering to a minimum at this point in my story, thank you.

With such nasty changes occuring all over the place, I simply couldn't bring myself to write, and didn't post for a while. Ok, I didn't post for almost a year, but here's to a fresh start right? Maybe I'll pick up the pace now that I'm single again.

(yes....there it is. I said it).

I'm single again. Deep breath.

Maybe I'll write more frequently.

Maybe the hundreds...er uh,... 50 something, oh alright... sheesh, the TEN followers I had in the past(not including my Mother and that creepy stalker dude), have missed me... and will once again flock to Contemblogging to hear more fascinating tales of bald horses, and large harry guys named Guido?

or maybe I'll just get spam comments from therapists, and divorce lawyers. Whatever.

It is what it is.

I've been devestated beyond recognition, and not much for public consumption, but this too shall pass. I hope. Until then, all comments welcome.