Fry It Up

Yesterday I participated in a conversation about things that can be deep-fat fried (and whether or not they should be). Twinkies, brownies, sandwiches, candy bars, turkeys... our consensus was, if the Lord had meant for it to be deep-fat fried, He would have put a stick in it (hello, corndog). (Also, the other exception - I'm not into fried chicken, but I suppose there are fans out there.)

Tonight I was hit with an unavoidable craving for cinnamon-sugar tortilla chips. I fried (using canola oil), I sugared, I shared - and tomorrow's breakfast is going to be yum-eeeee. If the midnight snack doesn't do away with my supply first!

There are only a few things I cook - but when it comes to sugar, I cook them well.

* This picture looks to me a little more like pie cookies than tortilla chips, but that's OK - I'm good at pie dough, too!

Distraction!

Now, this? Is Funny.



I would really like to find some random guy in a park somewhere and have this conversation with him. Just for FUN. Heh.

Autumn Falling

I like my hair.

I've been trying to find something to blog about (I seriously have been attempting to get that promised video of the teepee and the quilts posted - SO CUTE - and it has NOT uploaded. Grrr) and it's been pretty foggy. Not literally - I was out walking in the beeyoutiful fall sunshine today (sorry, all you rained-out West-coasters) and the fog was all mental. Here's what I realized: I really dislike "crushing" on someone because it makes me all emotional and out of control and stupid, but it's easier to feel alive and sparkly and mentally active if you've got some outside source of energy feeding you. I HATE feeling addicted to someone (so not EVER trying drugs or alcohol), and I really am bitter about the apparent truth that chemistry really can be one-sided. Or two-thirds-sided, if I'm being optimistic. So why is that? How can love/infatuation/attraction be such a complete downer and yet still be the thing that makes life interesting and exciting? There just HAS to be some other way.

In the meantime, at least, I really do like my hair.

Status

... is missing him and wanting to talk to him and listen to him and can't believe she's writing about this on a public blog ("private" journal). really. she's been weaning herself (as if there was a choice) from him for months - surely it's been too long to actually suffer withdrawals. they're just imaginary symptoms now, the disease has long since died out. the ice cream is going cold (see what she did there?) turkey, but his final ties should be easy to cut (snip, snip). there are no more one last chances. it doesn't take a crystal ball or overdressed psychic or potter-esque centaur (though she is partial to tea leaves, but not for reading. words are for reading, people are for... being people) to see the signs.

Stop. not Yield. do not Proceed With Caution. Stop.


* * * * *

... has a 90's-era German band pop song stuck in her head. it opened up her mind.

How to Blog a Back Pat

It's a tricky thing, to have a public blog and still feel like you can fully express yourself - especially when saying exactly what you feel might reveal you to be petty and selfish and/or has the potential to really tick somebody else off.

Sigh.

That doesn't mean I'm not going to try.

*clears throat*

It is possible (and possibly probable) that a particular student did exceptionally well in an annual drama competition held at my southern alma mater due to the participation of myself and a retired mentor/educator, in addition to the student's own preparation. It is possible that the probability is more likely than the possibility, due to current circumstances at the current student's current alma mater. Also, there is some likelihood that an associated team's unexpected (though very welcome) level of success was encouraged more by current student leadership, reflecting backward onto previous training situations, than by traditionally accepted forms of direction and normally upheld expectations.

Or, CONGRATULATIONS MADELINE AND BHS ENSEMBLE!!!






Confucius say: When in doubt, vague it up.
I say: When in doubt, make it up and blame Confucius.

Because I Have Nothing Else To Do (Ha): UPDATE

* I wish there were more of a need out here for people who create props for shows. I suppose that's something to look into...

* I love Glee. I'm finding it funny, and touching, and sooooo high school - more than anything, I just love the music. (And the singing/dancing. AWESOME.)

* I helped coach a former student on a monologue last night, and today I watched a Shakespeare Showcase that had me absolutely ITCHING to sit down with those kids, tear their pieces apart, and help them build them back up. I miss my high schoolers. I miss talented, dedicated, sweet, funny, stupid, wonderful teenagers. It's kind of a weird feeling. (I was attacked by several in the parking lot when I arrived, and then a whole bunch more when I got in the building, which was FANTASTIC.)

* I'm heading down to the Shakespeare Competition in Cedar tomorrow, for no real reason other than I needed a break, wanted to hang out with my friend, and decided to tag along.

* Phaidra and I REALLY need to write that book(s)/direct a show together/start that theater school ASAP. We'll get the book done before I go to grad school, she can have her second kid while I'm gone, and then we'll get cracking on that school when I get back. The show(s) will happen (again) eventually. She's the best, and we do make a good team.

* I should be packing. Gotta go check the laundry.

* I'm thinking about maybe creating a sandwich-board sign to wear during the weekend in Cedar, offering my services as director/coach/substitute drama teacher. Too desperate? No such thing these days? That's what I thought.

* Had a terrific conversation with a friend this week where I ended up being her sounding board and pitching all kinds of ideas for reality TV shows. Honestly, I think some of them could really work.

* I'm wondering: how does one go about becoming a stand-up comedian? Are there classes for that sort of thing? Do you just watch a bunch of other stand-up comics and then try to pick a different angle? Is it OK to make things up and then sell them as your own "experiences"?

* My back/hip has been out the last couple of days, and I've been spending time on a heating pad. It's been sooooo nice, and has been much easier than scrambling to get to the chiropractor. That heating pad is heading south with me for the weekend.

* I've reluctantly decided that ice cream is my Achilles' Heel, and the focus of the worst/most destructive co-dependent relationship I will ever have. And once I go get another bowl of the Schwann's Chocolate Chip that's sitting upstairs in the freezer (you don't even KNOW), I will swear off of the devil's ambrosia for good. (Or until I've earned a treat. Although it will NOT live in my freezer ever again - Cold Stone, you might need to take out the restraining order against me NOW. Please.)

* I really do (heart) irony.


ETA: I'm kind of thinking I want to do a give-away - it's what all the cool bloggers are up to these days! I don't have sponsors or anything, so I'd have to offer jewelry (or random theatre props, or maybe bizarre poetry, or video of myself lip-synching to a Glee song...) that I'd make... Fortuately, it's October, and I have some really fun Halloween-y sterling silver beads and charms. Is that something any of you would be interested in?

The Cuteness

HAPPY OCTOBER! I AM VERY EXCITED TO WEAR HALLOWEEN JEWELRY AND PUT UP HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS! IN AND OFF ITSELF, THIS IS NOT CAPSLOCK-WORTHY, BUT THE CAPSLOCK IS MANDATORY IN CONNECTION WITH THIS:


FINISHED! IT IS. THE. CUTENESS. EVERYONE AGREES.

ALSO, TEAR-AWAY-ABLE, AS PROMISED.


I WILL DO WHAT I CAN TO GET VIDEO OF THE SCENE IN WHICH IT APPEARS - BECAUSE WHEN PARTNERED WITH THE SILK-AND-TAFFETA QUILTS I ALSO MADE, WE ARE SURPASSING "PUPPIES AND BABY SEALS" IN CUTEABILITY. SERIOUSLY.



BE READY.