Ask and ye shall receive.

So, sorry it's been a while, but there is a very good reason. You see, on November 30th, I ended my post with:

"Now if a boyfriend would just fall into my life, everything would be perfect."

Guess what happened?

Two days later I met a wonderful guy named Brian. We've been together ever since, and he's amazing and I'm so thankful.

So, let's see if this works:

Now, if a million dollars would just fall into my life, everything would be perfect.

I'm back.

So, yeah, it's been a while. Sorry about that. I totally got sucked into Rocky (which rocked the fucking house in SO many ways - more on that in another post) and then, well, it was kind of hard to get back into the swing of things. A lot going on right now, which is good - I'm already hard at work on the 2008 season of CSP. I case you haven't heard yet, I'll be directing Footloose this summer - that's right, they gave the fat boy a dancing show. I'm pretty stoked about it, and have already done a fair amount of planning, which has included putting together a production staff, researching 1984 (the musical is technically set in the present day, but come on! Footloose screams 80s!) so yes - this WILL be a period piece with big hair, bad clothes, and leg warmers. Woo-hoo! In the meantime, I have Chicago and Evil Dead the Musical to focus on, so mama's calendar is getting full. And that's cool, because I'm getting the chance to be creatively involved in something that I love.

Now if a boyfriend would just fall into my life, everything would be perfect. I can't really complain, though - I'm sure if (or when) that happens, something else will suck instead. That's life.

Oh well, I can't promise daily updates, but hopefully I will be more regular.

Kisses.

Life's a Beach!

Well, friends, as most of you know by now, I have returned safely from my vacation. That's right... safely. Who didn't get eaten by a shark? That would be me.

Anywho, I've come back from a week a fun and relaxation to a week of crazy stress and busy-ness. I cannot promise regular updates during this time. I know, you're heartbroken. You've waited so patiently for me to begin writing again, but seriously, I don't have the time. You are all in my hearts, and trust me, I will be blogging quite a bit after this week - I have a lot to talk about.

In the meantime, while you anxiously burn for the latest helping of my wit, do something good for yourself or our planet. Like... um, plant a tree! Or... learn how to crochet. Or... yeah, something like that.

It's a girl!

On Thursday, September 13th at 6:25pm, Jennifer gave birth to Lydia Maggie Hughes! She was 6.15 lbs, and was 18 inches long. Mother and child (as well as Caleb and the boys) are fine. We all went this afternoon to visit, and we each got to hold her! Yay!

Congratulations, Jennifer! Welcome to the world, Lydia! Yay!!!!!!!!!!

And on that note, I bid you all a fond farewell for a few days. I am off to North Carolina and a long-awaited vacation in the sun with people I like and beverages that make me happy. Also, several books I intend to read - ahhhhh.... I can't wait!

Take care, I'll be back soon.

We work hard for the money.

I'm alive.

Sorry I haven't been keeping up the pace - I've got a lot going on. Work, Rehearsals, Moving, Vacation... it's times like these, when I am happily participating in the world and taking advantage of all it has to offer, that remind me why I love not doing anything. Not that I'm not having fun, but damn, there is such a thing as too busy.

Usually when people are busy and complain about a lack of sleep, some smart-ass usually comes along and says "You can sleep when you're dead!", but that really isn't true. Pretty much one of three things is going to happen when you die:

1. Heaven, where you don't get any sleep because you are praising The Creator for eternity.

2. Hell, where you don't get any sleep because you are in Constant Torment for eternity.

or

3. Nothing, where you don't get any sleep because YOU CEASE TO EXIST.

So, with those being the options, I intend to get as much sleep as possible while I'm alive, thank you very much. I like sleep.

Galeophobia.

Galeophobia: An abnormally large and persistent fear of sharks. Sufferers from this phobia experience anxiety even though they may be safe on a boat or in an aquarium or on a beach. Hollywood films depicting sharks as calculating, vengeful diabolical monsters have no doubt enkindled the fear of sharks in many persons. So have validated reports of sharks venturing into rivers and lakes.
"Galeophobia" is derived from the Greek words "galeos" (shark with markings resembling those on a weasel) and "phobos" (fear). "Galeophobia" is also sometimes used as alternate term for ailurophobia, fear of cats, because the Greek word "galeos" is derived from "galee," a Greek meaning "polecat" and "weasel."

Welcome to my fear. It may seem irrational, what with my living in Ohio and all, but this is what I am learning to live with. Just thought I'd share with y'all as I prepare to vacation at the beach. I'm not too worried though. I'm just going to drink. A lot.