Play Mess-ups

My friend, Just-Linda ( this is what Laila called Linda to separate her name from mine, Melinda-- but there is no Just about Linda, just to clarify) , reminded me of more theater bloopers after reading my blog; one she was actually in attendance at, that I must share.

SHOW:Steel Magnolias

Part: Truvy the hair dresser ( Dolly Parton part)

We were at the point in the play where we are hearing about Shelby's death and how sad and mad her mother, M'Lin is. It's all very dramatic and quite a tear jerker-- or it should be. I had been sitting on a table that had a spiral bound notebook on it listening. As I stood up to go over and comfort M'lin, this same notebook got hooked onto my silky leopard pants, and was swinging off of my bu tt. I was like a dog chasing it's tail. The more I turned to see what was on my behind, the more it evaded me. I looked between my legs just as the notebook came swinging through I said,
"Hey I have a notebook stuck on my butt!" And I did.
I couldn't get it off myself-- I had to have another character help me. It was so funny and so memorable.
I had someone else remind me of this same blooper after a Millie performance. I guess really good gaffes never fade from our collective memories.

Thanks Linda.

Thankful Thursday

I'm counting my blessings once more.

1. I am thankful for Spring.
I love this spring weather we are having. I actually went on TWO long walks yesterday, because I just wanted to be outside. I didn't want to be outside doing yard work--- no, that can wait til May.

2. I am thankful that I talked my kids ( Addison, Truman and Lindsey) into painting railings with me. Of course, I had to promise hourly pay, but I always say, " paid help is better than no help at all." The painting saga continues. The new yellow in the entry way is lovely though.

3. I am thankful that Laila WON her school class "who can wear the most green" contest. She got a big sack of Laffy taffy and bragging rights. She was almost beat out by a boy who painted his face green and had on a green shirt.
"He only had on 2 things, mom, and I had on 12."
We have an entire year to prep for this again.

4. I am thankful Landon is moving out. It's been two long years, with his health and personal issues, but he has his "act" together and is ready to take it on the road. He is excited about living in SLC-- closer to his work. I'm excited that he can take this step and the next step is back into school to finish his education. He really is a sweetheart, and a wonderful friend to me. I will miss his singing around the house. I will miss his sweet ways with Laila. I will miss his willingness to help. I will miss his crazy stories. I will miss his long body sleeping on the family room couch.
I will miss him.

5. I am thankful.

Muzzy, Millie, Muzzy

Things said to me after a Millie Performance....
... or why this show is so good for my self esteem.

"If I didn't know how old your kids are I could have sworn you were 25."

"You have the best legs on stage!"

"They should call this show,Thoroughly Modern Muzzy."

"Your New York Song is worth the price of admission."

"You can totally wear black!" (Yes, if I wear lots of stage makeup and have blond hair.)

"I didn't know you could do that."

"You look like a young girl up there."

"I could listen to you sing all night."

"You have such a great voice."

"How old are you? 30?"

"You are so fun to watch on stage."

"I can tell you are loving this, so I love it too."

"You were the best part of the show."

"You needed to come on stage much sooner in the show."

"You are like a burst of energy."

"Mom, you need to sing it this way....." ( from Laila)


It's the last week for this show...and I'm sad.
It's fun to have total strangers pay me compliments. It's more fun to have loved ones in the audience supporting my "crazy."
I have two more performances then back into everyday anonymity.
I told Wayne, if he and the boys would just compliment me profusely, laugh at my jokes and applaud when I leave the room, or sing....that might suffice.

Wearin' o' the green

HAPPY ST.PATRICK'S DAY

Laila is in the green today. There is a competition in her class to wear the most green, so she has 12 green things on from her colored green sandals to the top of her ribbon banded head...she is ecstatic! We'll see if she has the most green on in her class and if she wins the prize. She was wanting to paint her skin green, like the witch in WICKED and then she would win for sure...I had to draw the line somewhere. Green Contacts?-- I said, "no."

She wrote a letter this week to
"Dear Leprechaun,
Happy St. Pat's Day.
I would like a new DS game and my Dad needs a new DS too, because he is always using mine. Thanks, Laila."
I don't know where she got the idea that a Leprechaun leaves gifts like Santa...but she does.
I've told her it's not happening. We are making green cookies to give away when she gets home from school today-- but that's about as much holiday happiness that I can muster.

I love that she loves all holidays.
I know there will come a day when she doesn't want to wear green on St. Patrick's because it's not cool. So I'll just enjoy her childish enthusiasm on this day.

Think Thin

THINKING THIN
I pulled this from a magazine article and have thought a lot about it. It's exactly where I'm at with regards to my body....it's my MIND that gets me in trouble.
The article gives me 9 rules to live by. Since I keep rolling this article over in my wee brain, it must mean I'm meant to take some action.... the article said:

Think how a thin person thinks...rules to live by...overcoming the final fat frontier
MY MIND!!
1. When eating focus on the food.
2. Let hunger happen
3. indulge-- deliberately
4. Slow down
5. Exercise every day
6. Socialize on your feet
7. Give yourself a break
8. Exercise for fun!
9. Create a space in your mind where negative fat-think thoughts used to be.

So I've decided to set up 2 rules a week and post them on my fridge and focus on these in an effort to THINK THIN

#1. When eating focus on the food...... ( I am a multi tasker, so this can be difficult for me. I read, talk, organize, clean, talk on the phone, text etc......all while eating. This is my week to think about the taste and texture and decide if I love it or if I am just eating to eat. This is my week to sit down and savor.)

#2. Let Hunger Happen ( I pretty much eat with the clock. Breakfast time, lunch time, dinner time, and many snack times inbetween. This week I'm going to wait for hunger to happen, have a drink of water and then wait some more to see if I'm really hungry.)

Wish me luck

Costco

I've actually been a bit depressed every time I walk into Costco and pass the food court. About 6 months ago they got rid of my favorite, Ice Cream bar freshly dipped in chocolate and rolled in almonds. I loved these. I couldn't believe they were going away.....
Well yesterday my heart was soaring. I passed the food court and a sign announced the ice cream bars are BACK!!
I couldn't believe it.
I jumped for joy and immediately got in the long food line to purchase one.

My heart was beating fast as I ordered one..... extra nuts please.
My mouth was salivating just thinking about the taste.
My spirits were lifted....spring is definitely on it's way.

I sat in my car and ate the evidence.

Yesterday was a great day. I got a pedicure, wore sandals and had my chocolate covered, rolled in almonds ice cream bar from Costco.
Life is sweet!

Thin Mints....a diet fiood?

Girl scout cookies are the devil!

I did my obligatory purchasing of 6 boxes of Thin Mints this month. I always like to help out a good cause....plus Thin Mints are my favorite! It's like a two-fer--- I help the girl scouts win their cookie goal and the girl scouts help me lose my weight goal. (Actually, I lost my girlish figure so long ago...that I'm not even looking for that figure-- I'd just settle for a nice long figure 8, instead.) But I digress.

Girl Scout Cookies are the devil!
The cookie itself sounds like a diet food....THIN MINTS... Come on!?! Talk about good marketing.

If I could eat just one, it would be different, but I CAN'T!
The thin mint is the perfect size. It's not too big, not too small. It's crunchy and chocolaty, not too minty. A single one fits perfectly in my big mouth. I love them. I love ALL of them. One serving for me is not a cookie but a sleeve of cookies. It's not right. I'm trying to stop-- but they call to me.

This year I made a new commitment when the girl scouts came a calling-- just say NO, but my Landon called from his school and said there was a teacher's daughter who needed to meet her "goal"-- so my NO turned into a N-YES, and I bought 6 boxes to help out.

I try not to think about all of the chocolaty calories I'm consuming.
I try to hide the evidence of my gluttony, by getting rid of the boxes to the outside garbage cans.
I try not to smile right after eating one, in an effort to hide my black lined toothy grin.
I try.

Girl scout cookies are the devil!