Sunday, August 30, 2009

usually, I love RTO's cooking...

MK: I'm hungry, but I can't decide what I want to eat...

RTO: There's chicken wings!

MK:

RTO:

MK: are you trying to kill me?

RTO: heh

MK: I still just really want a brownie.

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Friday, August 28, 2009

I suppose I have been known to forget some lyrics...

but usually it's in a foreign language so nobody notices.

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long day....

MK: (arrives home at 10:40) Hey, did you check the mail?

RTO: what? no. I expect those kinds of things to be done by the time I get home at Six O'clock.

MK: um, yeah, I'm just getting home.

RTO:

MK: went straight to the theater after work, since the call was for 5:00.

RTO: (goes and gets mail)

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I'm so proud of myself....


though I have many more pictures to go if I'm going to be a master....







for example....




















Blondie there showed up in almost all of my Sweeney Todd pics.

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Friday, August 21, 2009

I would really like to just go back to bed for a while...

but I'm havin' a cast party tonight and somebody decided to make an even bigger mess last night instead of, you know, maybe doing the opposite.

seriously. what exploded in the guest bathroom sink?

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Why is it RTO usually is familiar with the more obscure term??

had a debate about "Opera length" gloves vs. "Evening" gloves last night. He swore he'd never heard of "opera length" gloves. those were "evening" gloves. Wikipedia is, um, a toss-up.

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Ladies' evening gloves or opera gloves are a type of formal glove that reaches beyond the elbow.

Ladies' gloves for formal and semi-formal wear come in three lengths for women: wrist, elbow, and opera or full-length (over the elbow, usually reaching to the biceps but sometimes to the full length of the arm).



see, I was telling him about losing one of my gloves back stage because I didn't have time or light to get them on, so I chucked them into the darkness and when I went back I could only find one of them. Anyhoo, I've only ever heard them called opera length or just opera gloves. oh well. Maybe it's because his mother is from Illinois.

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Sunday, August 16, 2009

no, the house didn't blow up...

and apparently Verizon does not bother to log phone calls. so unless doofus calls again, there will be no punishment.

Anyhoo, been living at the theater lately since we open Thursday. EEEEEEEE!

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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

if I suddenly dissappear, you'll know why...

MK: um, what's this?

RTO: what's what?

MK: uh, card from Rowlett PD.

RTO: oh. we had a bomb threat tonight.

MK:

RTO:

MK:

RTO: caller ID said the number was blocked, but I answered the phone anyway and there was a long pause and I think I heard a man's voice in the background. Was thinking maybe it was one of those stupid "please hold for an important call" things. So said "hello" a couple more times and then said, "If you've got something to say, now's the time for it or I'm hanging up" and finally someone came on and said "There's a bomb in your house" and hung up.

MK: oooookay.

RTO: I didn't think much of it at first. For one, you're here most of the day. But then I thought, no, someone should pay for their stupidity. I did go ahead and open all the doors to see if anything happened.

MK: did you start your car?

RTO: of course.

MK: well, alrighty then.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Stuffins!

MK: I've decided there's some kind of worm hole inside Snoopy that leads to a galaxy made of stuffins.

RTO: uh

MK: I mean, no way did all that fit inside Snoopy.

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Saturday, August 08, 2009

what I'm up to....



Phantom!*


Garland Civic Theatre will open its 2009-2010 season with a production of “Phantom”. The music and lyrics are by Maury Yeston and the book is by Arthur Kopit. Performances are scheduled for Thursday through Sunday, August 20 to September 12, 2009 at the Granville Arts Center, 300 North 5th Street in downtown Garland. Call the Arts Center Box Office at 972-205-2790 for tickets. Tickets are $25 on Friday and Saturday evenings and $23 on Thursday evenings and Saturday or Sunday matinees. There are discounts available for those who are over 59 and under 19. Students over 19, KERA members, and DART riders also can get a discount. There is a service charge added to each ticket.

*I just feel it needs an exclamation point, like Oh, Streetcar!

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Thursday, August 06, 2009

poor puppy...

she has to guard her food from kitties. Sometimes, she leave snoopy there.




This is where she prefers to sleep. yes, we moved this rug so she could get under the bed. I kept catching her halfway under there and all grumbly cause she couldn't get traction on the laminate floor. It just gets kinda noisy when she runs out from under there to get kitties away from her food.

update: check out the Friday Ark at the Modulator for more animals. (mostly kittehs, as it should be)

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Tuesday, August 04, 2009

is it possible...

to sunburn your eyeballs? cause I think I did that yesterday.

We took Roxie out for a walk around noon. I wore sunscreen, by my eyes have been kinda irritated all day.

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Monday, August 03, 2009

case closed!

and it only took me, um, three and a half weeks.

The day RTO left for annual training, I noticed some spots of blood on the floor in our bathroom. So I inspected all the critters and couldn't find anything wrong, and I thought, "well, I'll ask RTO about it whenever I talk to him" but then I always forgot.

So the next night I'm at puppy class with Roxie and the trainer is working with her and I see this red spot on her chest. I'm all "OMG! IT'S ROXIE!" and the trainer is like "what?" so I tell her about the blood and how I couldn't figure out which animal it was and then as soon as I grab Roxie I realize her harness is red. so. it wasn't Roxie.

I kept forgetting to ask RTO about it... until tonight. He was getting out of the shower and I was thinking about how I'd forgotten to ask him if he could maybe clean the bathroom floor while I was at rehearsal and then I remembered the blood and asked him if he was the guilty party.

YES! seems he'd cut his foot on a loose piece of the baseboard and he thought he had cleaned it all up, but obviously, he hadn't. but that would also explain why there didn't seem to be a trail, just three or four random spots, none of which ruled anyone out.

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