keladry_lupin: (Small Pleasures (Amelie))
1. This morning, I survived my first Hatha yoga class and then made it to work after instead of going back to bed like I wanted.

2. Frankenstein was brilliant. I saw each version once last year, so there was stuff I remembered to look for, and there were some details about the performances that I caught this time around. [ profile] ronfaure is excellent company, and we ended up at a diner in Sunset Beach after the broadcast for a couple of hours. Last night was Ben!Creature, so next week is Jonny!Creature.

3. Father's Day party at the Jimbos' was very nice despite the fact that Boo-Girl was in Vegas with her father.

4. I have discovered Trader Joe's bagged popcorn with salt and olive oil. Nom nom nom. :D

5. Started a new embroidery project Saturday. This is like the Fourth Doctor's scarf bookmark that I finished last week: it isn't for anyone in particular, and it has no deadline. It's just something to do over the next several months when I'm bored and have nothing else to work on.

My Monday is slightly brightened, and I am content. *takes a catnap on the break room sofa*


May. 8th, 2012 09:30 am
keladry_lupin: (Aaah (Stephen))
Bought a camera yesterday during lunch. I've been meaning to buy one for a few years and occasionally did research, but I didn't wake up Monday morning and think, Okay, today's the day, so you could consider this to be one hell of an impulse purchase. A local camera shop was having a Mother's Day sale, so I looked at what was in my price range, looked at user reviews for the same model at Amazon, and went with the best-reviewed one I could afford.

It's very cute. Minuscule, though! It's smaller than a deck of cards, and the memory card has more space on it than my antiquated computer at home. It's bright red -- they were out of black and silver, so it was down to red or blue -- and the instruction manual is huge. I'll take some time before the weekend to read through everything and figure out how it works so I can take a few photos of the family during our Mother's Day/Jimbo's birthday party.

Jimbo turned 42 yesterday. I didn't get to talk to him, but I wished him a happy day on a voicemail. He didn't get the reference, of course (he's appallingly normal), but I said I wished he gets all the answers -- and all the questions -- he wants this year.

Actually, I'm not sure if he's appallingly normal, or if I'm pathetically geeky.

I shall take two days off work in the next week to embroider my craft swap present until my fingers are sore. I have eight days until I have to send it, and I am not even halfway done. I plan to see The Avengers, do some laundry, and clean the hobbit hole as well -- I can't sit on my butt and stitch the whole time!

The powers that be held a graduation meeting this morning: I'm an usher and row monitor. We don't have to handle the hairy situations, because we hire security guards for the worst of it, but my happy customer service face will be firmly in place the whole time. And I will have loads of sunblock covering it, since we'll be out in the sun and humidity for four hours.

The person conducting the meeting said, "You ushers are the faces we present to the public during the ceremony." My first thought was, "Why the hell did you want THIS face, then?"
keladry_lupin: (Walking in the Rain)
I'm too sleepy for brevity or proper organizing this morning, but it's mostly good stuff. )
keladry_lupin: (Starry Night)

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Other stuff. )

Bed. Will catch up on the flist tomorrow. Good night!

good stuff

Feb. 6th, 2012 11:53 am
keladry_lupin: (Otter Target)
It's Monday. Yay. Here's my weekly Cheer Myself Up to Get Over the Monday and Tuesday Blahs List of Happiness:

1. I proved last night that I definitely have one of those brains that will come up with SOMETHING if I just force myself to sit down and write. It's not fantastic, but it's words. One scene down, about a dozen to go.

2. Saw the family Saturday. Everyone was sick, unfortunately, but well enough to go through with Squirt's baptism and lunch afterwards. Had a nice chat with Boo-Girl about college plans.

2a. Neither Dad nor I has showed signs of getting the dreaded lurgy that the Jimbos have, though we won't be sure we haven't caught it until tonight.

3. Mom was home very briefly this weekend. Not long enough to hang out properly, though she did listen to an episode of Cabin Pressure and laughed her butt off. And she adored the Ottery St Sherlock crossover vid I posted here last month.

4. Finally bothered remembered to get iTunes so I could get the aforementioned Cabin Pressure from Audible and burn it onto CDs for the commute.

5. New-to-me books! A few overviews of subjects I might try at college and a novel sent by mistake -- I was ordered Bob Balaban's Spielberg, Truffaut, and Me (his diary of making Close Encounters of the Third Kind) and got the novelization of Close Encounters of the Third Kind instead. They refunded my money, told me to keep the book, and I'm trying my luck with another bookseller.

6. A clean-ish hobbit hole. I maintain a certain, slightly-below-average level of neatness and cleanliness most of the time (the black dog's visits and tech week of plays being the exceptions), but I make an effort when I expect someone else -- even Mom -- to set foot inside any time soon. And once it's halfway decent, I make an effort, at least for a while, to keep it that way.

7. Rain tomorrow!

Happy Monday, y'all.
keladry_lupin: (Walking in the Rain)
No joke; the rain just started outside. I'm still not sure if it's autumn yet ... I must see what it's like outside in the early afternoon. It's promising, though.

Mom was coming home for the weekend, and then she wasn't because her car needed fixing, and then she got it fixed and came home because she pissed Jimbo off. But she came with a new mobile phone in hand for me, so I have arranged a bank transfer to pay for the phone via online banking and shall spend some time tomorrow figuring out how to make that mp3 of Stephen Fry saying "Speak to me now, speak to me now, speak to me now!" my ring tone again. (It's at 3:33 in this clip.)

This means I have a camera again, too!

Twelve performances down, twelve to go. I baked some sweets for my fellow actors and crew members; we have a family cheesecake recipe and a spice and apple cake recipe, both of which can be adapted to cupcakes very easily. I spent all day yesterday in the kitchen, but it was worth it to share the fruits of my labors with my colleagues. The whole thing came out of a desire to use my new Pampered Chef cake nine-inch round cake pans. I shall inaugurate the cake pans some other time, like when I'm trying Bakerella's peanut butter and chocolate cake. I want to remember to include something Kosher if I bake for these colleagues again, since our Jack is Jewish and didn't eat anything. Oops.

I found a lizard in my shoe during intermission! The Merry Wives of Windsor is playing on the lawn at the same time Into the Woods is inside, so some forty-odd actors are sharing two dressing rooms. The TMWoW usurp our larger dressing room every Sunday because they use that room's door to go outside, so I cleared my stuff out during intermission. I picked up my loafers, and a tiny, four-inch lizard scarpered out and under a cupboard door. It was a bit of a surprise, but a cute one!

Dad took me out to breakfast this morning. There's a little cafe about halfway between his flat and mine that's a little too foo-foo for our tastes -- the food is delicious, but a mite overpriced. We both had the cheeseburger scramble: two or three eggs with ground beef, mushrooms, and cheddar cheese all slopped together, with potatoes and a bit of baguette on the side. Yum. He had a gift card, which is why we went out in the first place. It was nice to see him.

I have tomorrow off work, so we're going to nap and watch Burlesque and order in Chinese and figure our new phones out tomorrow. Both Mom and I need to relax. I have scads of research for the fic I'm working on (I always do things backwards), so I'll also read some ACD Sherlock Holmes stuff and finish reading my overdue library book so I can return it.

The folks at the Mysterium have made a montage of our production of Into the Woods and set it to a cast recording of the finale from one of our performances. If you'd like to see it, go here:

The video will start to play automatically. I'm visible a few times; Cinderella's Mother is inside the tree at the left of the screen, and any time you see a fat broad in a white nightgown, mob cap, and shawl shuffling about, that's Granny (also me).

I came home tonight absolutely fried. Hungry, too. My post-wig hair was too bizarre even for a drive-through stop at a fast food joint, I had no cash to have anything delivered, and I was too tired to fix anything for dinner, so I laid around for an hour after I got home and whined to myself about how hungry I was. Then I showered, and just when I was giving up on fighting against going to bed (it was about 7 pm), Mom called to let me know she'd come into town after all. Now it's 11:30, and I'm not a bit tired. I don't get it!
keladry_lupin: (Fashion Baby (Scrooge))
1. Boo-Cat is in the vet's office for surgery and a dental cleaning, and then he'll come home this afternoon. This is the best weekend for it, since Mom will be here tomorrow and Sunday to look after him while I'm at rehearsals.

2. Got the best compliment ever when our Lucinda came up to me during rehearsal Wednesday and said she loves to hear me sing.

3. I get to use my Sinistra cosplay dress for Into the Woods! I thought Marla just wanted to see it, but she said she wants me to wear it as Cinderella's Mother. (Or Cindy's Mom, as she calls me.) Here's a photo from Portus three years ago. I need to touch up the glittery parts (the Milky Way and nebulae) that came off in the wash, and I may add some sparklies at the cuffs, but other than that, it's ready to go. Hooray for having a costume in my closet already!

4. Watching a shuttle launch or landing via the Internet makes me happy.

5. Thanks go [ profile] subvers for the link to this article: Dan says Alan deserves an Oscar nomination for Snape. I agree.

6. Officially, the reason I'm taking the day off work is so I can be home when Boo gets out of surgery. The whole truth is that I knew I'd be too anxious about the surgery to sleep well last night, so I'll probably have a nap later. And I can get my weekend shopping and cleaning done today instead of trying to fit it in between rehearsals tomorrow and Sunday.

7. Boo-Girl will be in Utah with her father, but the rest of the Jimbos are coming to lunch with me, Mom, and Dad tomorrow to finally celebrate Father's Day. Dad's favorite restaurant is in Tustin, which is about halfway between us and the Jimbos' house, and it also happens to be about two miles from the Mysterium, so I get to see family before tomorrow's rehearsal.

8. Don't shoot me for this one, but I will probably see Winnie the Pooh before I see Deathly Hallows. I've been looking forward to it ever since I heard Bud Luckey's voice coming out of Eeyore in the trailer five months ago. (I fangirl Bud Luckey more than just about anyone else. He taught me how to count.)

9. Chiropractor just called; he had a cancellation this morning, so he's going to give me a damned good thrashing today.
keladry_lupin: (Anxious (Linus))
So there's some good stuff and some bad stuff. Good stuff first. Here's a baker's dozen for the Friday List of Happiness: Read more... )

Boo-Cat news is not so good. Read more... )


Jun. 26th, 2011 08:11 pm
keladry_lupin: (Rural Buddha (Bill))
Nothing except the most important stuff worked out the way it should have this weekend. Jimbo is home from surgery and as well as can be expected, since they removed his gall bladder AND repaired a hernia they found during surgery. And that's all that matters.


May. 13th, 2011 05:15 pm
keladry_lupin: (Goonies Never Say Die)
Depressing court case is depressing. Read more... )

I don't really want to go to the play tonight, but doing normal stuff has helped me get my groove back after court sessions this week. So I shall suck it up and go out in an effort to feel less stressed. Maybe I'll even be able to eat without feeling like I'm going to hurk!

Da Weekend should be better. Mother's Day and Jimbo's birthday party is at Dave and Buster's tomorrow, and then we'll walk around the mall until we get to Cheesecake Factory for dessert. It'll be lovely to see the Jimbos, Mom, and Dad. I shall find a way to see Phil at some point, too.
keladry_lupin: (Blergh (Bertie))
The usual stuff. )
keladry_lupin: (Bag End)
Nothing's perfect, of course, but I got family, friends, food, and rest. Doesn't get much better than that. The usual boring stuff. )

It's Monday. *feeble pom-pom wave* Yay.

LOL for Sherlock fans:

Feb. 18th, 2011 01:56 pm
keladry_lupin: (Hufflepuff (what about second breakfast))
Family and work stuff. )
keladry_lupin: (Already in My Pajamas)
I came home from a haircut-and-color appointment ready to face the rest of the day, and what did I do?


Well ... nothing that required me to leave the hobbit hole or wear a bra, anyway. Washed dishes. Read fanfic. Took a nap with the cat. Called the parents. Showered again to get the chemical smell and hair trimmings off. Changed nail polish from Phil's favorite blue to glittery red. I rationalized it by telling myself I won't get another lazy Saturday any time soon.

I did ask Dad to take me out to dinner Monday night. Phil's working, so we'll celebrate Valentine's Day tomorrow night with Supernatural episodes and chocolate cream pie. But Dad's the only family member who will be available Monday night, so he's taking me to our favorite burger joint.

Mondays suck and Tuesdays are worse. When I feel icky but still functional, I try to compensate for feeling low by looking better. Mondays will be Red Shoe Days. Doesn't matter what I wear with them -- jeans, trousers, or a skirt -- so long as I wear a pair or red (or reddish, like wine-colored) shoes. Tuesdays will be Skirt Days. Doesn't matter if it's a dress or a skirt and what else I wear with it, so long as I show off my legs a little.

We'll see how long it lasts.

Two items of good news from the Mysterium! They need a house manager (maybe co-manager, not sure) for their next show, The Crucible, which runs from early March to early April. One of their veteran actresses was house manager for S&M, and she's going to train me over the next week or three.

Also, director Marla acquired the rights to Sondheim's Into the Woods last week. (Queue a dozen squees on Facebook when she announced it.) I chatted with her last night and admitted that I haven't seen it, but a Netflix copy was waiting for me in my mailbox. She's directing, which will be good; I like her a lot. I said something about not even knowing if there was a role suitable for me, and she nodded emphatically and said, "Oh, yeah. There is." (Probably someone who has two lines, but anything's cool if I get to play!) Still haven't seen the DVD (not an actual movie; it's a video of the Broadway production with Bernadette Peters) ... maybe tomorrow. I asked Marla when ItW would be, and she said September. I have plenty of time to prepare for this play, so I'm going to start setting money aside to engage a cleaning service as well as saving vacation time so I can take Hell Week off. (I can maintain the dishes, cat box, and laundry, but I was too tired for anything beyond that during the two-month rehearsal and performance period of S&M.)
keladry_lupin: (Domicile (Kitty Litter))
My flat looks awful and smells worse. The poor cats have been doing their business in a box that hasn't been scooped since Friday morning, I don't have a single clean cereal bowl or drinking glass, and the recycle bin is overflowing. It won't keep me from doing another play eventually, but I will plan better next time. I'll have enough vacation time to take Hell Week off, and I'll hire a cleaning service to dust and mop my floors when everything gets intense.

Sunday. )

Today, my SED meme is what I've already hinted at: I'm gonna start cleaning so I have a nice, clean flat for Mom and me for the holidays. This morning I'll wash at least half the dirty dishes, scoop the Beastie Boys' box, organize the shopping (I only put the refrigerated stuff away Saturday), and take out all the trash and recycling. Also, I'll put a pound of frozen bread dough in the fridge so I can make myself a pizza for tonight's dinner (and a couple more meals). Then I'm off to work, where I will torture my coworkers with chocolate; I bought a big bag of Ghirardelli squares to share with everyone.
keladry_lupin: (Then a Star Danced)
How brilliant is it that when the Wee Beastie got fractious this afternoon, the only thing that would soothe her was this?

I. Kid. You. Not. We played this song on TV three times in a row. Baby stayed quiet the whole time, but as soon as Jimbo switched to Metallica, she started crying again. And then she quieted down again when Jerry Lee Lewis's, B. B. King's, and Stevie Wonder's segments from that same concert came on. Six weeks old, and she loves classic rock; we have the awesomest baby in the whole world.

That baby has a soporific effect. Put me in the rocking recliner and the Wee Beastie on my chest, and I drop off in two minutes. The few times she got grumpy, only her mama or Jagger could soothe her, but the rest of the time, she was sweet. (Except for the exploding diaper incident that took three of us to clean up after, but she got a bath and smelled lovely after.) She's wiggly, though! I scrambled to keep hold of her when she went from being asleep on my chest to flinging her entire body over the armrest of the recliner after dinner. She's six weeks old, remember, and she almost got away!

I was half asleep when I heard Boo-Girl murmur that "Aunt Trina has a new woobie." Meaning she wasn't my woobie any more. (Family term: a woobie is something like Gollum and his Precious, but much less creepy.) So I handed the Wee Beastie over to Mom when Boo suggested a card game and played with her and my dad, and she got an extra hug at the end of the night. Yes, I love that new baby smell, but Boo's still my darling girl.


Nov. 12th, 2010 10:56 pm
keladry_lupin: (Blergh (Bertie))
Mom's home for Da Weekend! She's exhausted and in need of serious quiet therapy, but I'm so happy to see her that I haven't shut up since I got home from the chiropractor. Mom read the first 500-ish words of [ profile] celebrate_sshg fic and said "More, please." So I told here where it was going and what little I know about how I'll get there. She now knows who Mithridates was and one of the things he's famous for.

Sick-ish today. I thought I'd caught cold, so I called in to work, but now I'm feeling better. I think it was a combination of a bunch of factors: windy (and therefore dusty) weather plus dehydration plus poor nutrition over the last two weeks plus insomnia. Took two naps, cleaned the hobbit hole, watched a few Sherlock Holmes episodes with the lovely Jeremy Brett, and spent quality time with the Beastie Boys. I still feel slightly icky, but loads better than I did this morning. A friend scheduled a hafla for tonight, and I was going to go, but ickiness prevented it. I'll go to the next one if it's after the play is over. Mom and I got takeaway and watched Sherlock instead. She admires Benedict Cumberbatch almost as much as I do, but she doesn't get Martin Freeman's appeal. I'll keep working on that, because HELLO!

Phil made me giggle liek woah today. I told him I wasn't feeling well, and he said he'd keep good thoughts/prayers going for me. "On the airwaves. Prayerwaves." He invented a sniglet! I'd been sitting on the sofa during our conversation, but I giggled so much that I was lying down by the end of the phone call. So now when someone asks for good thoughts or prayers for themselves or their loved ones, I shall put them out on the prayerwaves.

Today was the last day off before nine consecutive days at the Mysterium: five days of rehearsal and then the first four performances. I have my lines down pretty well -- now I just need to make sure I have the order of Christmas carols and remember where and when we sing them. We had another dance practice at the studio on Wednesday, and it was such fun! A bunch of us went out for burgers after, like last week, only we had a bigger crowd the second time around. It takes some time for introverted me to warm up to everyone -- and for some of them to warm up to me -- but after four weeks of rehearsals, everyone is friends with everyone. At this time in six days, I'll be on my way home after my first performance! (Hopefully not wanting to slit my wrists.)

Our understudy for Bob Cratchit is from Boston by way of Brooklyn, and he can't do an English accent to save his life. A bunch of us stood behind the set last night giggling because the line "I would like to drink to the health of the man who employs me, and to whom we owe our support, and that man is Ebenezer Scrooge" came out like "I would like to drink to da helf udda man who employs me, anta whom we owe our supoawt, andat man is Ebuhneezuh Scrooge." I really shouldn't laugh, because we're all struggling, but it was funny anyway. We figure his Bob emigrated from New England back to London when he was in his late teens.

Our Ghost of Christmas Future is going to be awesome. He's played by a teenager who's 6'2" and has mad stilt walking skillz. He's going to be eight and a half feet tall! He enters from the back of a audience, climbs the steps to the stage (Marley will spot/help him), does his thing with Scrooge on the stage, and then stalks off stage right. I've told Mom to warn Squirt (six-year-old niece) so she doesn't freak out.

Must go to bed. My alarm is set for eight hours from now because of a 9 AM rehearsal. And then I have to shop for a wig or hairpiece after, because apparently Victorian women didn't have boy-short hair. Need to fit food shopping in there somewhere, and then Dad's taking me and Mom out to dinner.

Found my lost box of tea bags. ♥
keladry_lupin: (Default)
Happiness is a comfortable recliner and a placid newborn baby.

We celebrated Dad's birthday today, so I met him at a friend's house after rehearsal and we drove out to the Jimbos' house together. I grabbed the Wee Beastie about five minutes after I walked in the door and didn't let her go until about four hours later when we had dinner. I commandeered the recliner, laid her on my chest, and she slept while I dozed all afternoon. I had to rock some of the time to get her to go to sleep, but once she was out, I put my feet up and relaxed. I watched the World Series game (go, Rangers!) with Jimbo and Dad and talked baseball and the play and stuff, and I saw to the baby's needs to give Chris and my mom some time off from taking care of her. I talked with both Boo and Squirt a lot too, so I wasn't ignoring everyone.

The Wee Beastie got very fussy after dessert; I changed her diaper twice in fifteen minutes, walked her, patted her back to get her to burp or fart (Chris said it was most likely gas), and tried to feed her, but nothing worked. Holding her got me out of dish duty, though, so that's definitely a victory in my book!
keladry_lupin: (Default)
Three photos of Jimbo and Chris's wee beastie under the cut. The happy grampa holding her is my dad. Read more... )
keladry_lupin: (I Think Therefore I Am (Four))

Phil is exasperating and adorable all at once. (I can just see you all nodding your heads sagely right now.) And the L-word has been used once or twice.

Glee tonight! Terri's history, Jesse's a mystery, and I would give one of my ovaries to have Mercedes use and dump Puck.

Seen this? I can't wait for Toy Story 3! I've heard that the dance and the Gipsy Kings will be on DWTS tonight.

Fantastic Jimbo birthday/Mother's Day party over Da Weekend. Phil survived his first all-day family party, had a good time, and even helped with the dishes.

I can't wait for work to be over so I can go to Dad's for dinner and Glee.

I've been listening to the Gipsy Kings all weekend. They're coming to L.A. in July; I might splurge on a ticket.

I'm on fandom hiatus until further notice. I'll check in occasionally with the friends list and Ashwinder, but I'm not following any WIPs, and I have zero enthusiasm for writing or communities.

Three months after I said I would someday find the courage, I told Phil that he has a nice arse. Then I watched him walk to his car.

Been off the nutrition and fitness wagon for two weeks, and I've set myself back a pound or two. Spinach salad for lunch today and Curves in the morning should jump-start me back into submission.

What I said about communities doesn't apply to the Exchange, obviously. I am so ready for it to start. And I'll get the rest of Wolfsbane 2.0 posted soon, too.

Staff meetings won't kill you, but they sure can make you wish you were dead.


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