Women of Faith

I've got work today. Hope it's busy--I need the $$. Yesterday was crazy busy, but I managed not to get stressed and just do one thing at a time. Made nearly an average of a 20% tip. :-) I ripped my apron, though... so I ran grovelling to Louise to ask if she could fix it. That's when it occured to me to ask if she could make a medieval tunic--and she can! So I'm covered for the Faire. I've already got the pants and boots. The rip in my apron was not coincidence at all. Thank God... he's always looking out for me.

I'm going to the Women of Faith conference tonight with my mom and Tracy (a co-worker/friend of mine). It should be awesome. What did they say, two thousand women? I'll get the actual facts next post.

I'm going to name the cream-and-white one Niles, I think, after the character from Frasier. Not sure yet.

Gotta run!

The Tubeinator

I've come to thinking of the black-and-white gerbil as the Tubeinator. He really loves to gnaw on just about everything. The other likes to hide. But I'm not naming the Tubeinator the Tubeinator. That's not a name!

The preacher was fine, there was no mention of the accident. Probably someone tried to go through the turn-only lane and try to merge into the proper lane, and hit someone minding their own buisness.

The Geneva stage is pretty spacious, but not as huge as our director gave us the impression it was. Knowing where stuff is in relation to each other is really going to help out at rehearsal. I have some trouble with my lines, but I'm not really concerned yet. We've got weeks and weeks till we open. And when we do, I'm gonna get $25 bucks a show. That's $150 bucks a weekend, not including the "hat". Generous tips and donations from our spectators.

There are bugs everywhere at Geneva. We also pretty much have to costume ourselves. It's going to be hot and scratchy and humid with the sun in my eyes. But it's Shakespeare! We had our fights choreographed by a really experienced fight director. I'm learning so much I swear my ears will be twice as big once I'm done with this show. The fight is really fun, but I keep dying... why am I always the one who dies...

I've gotten a Spanish learning CD out from the library. I'm determined that if I'm gonna take Spanish, I might as well do a good job. That involves starting to study months in advance. Oh, no, I'm not crazy!

Morning

It's 9:30 in the morning, and I'm killing time waiting to go to church. Right now I'm going to Christ Church, which is literally behind my house. So far I really like it there. But on Thursday when coming home from the Playhouse for rehearsal, I saw some sort of accident at the front entrance, which involved a motorcycle... I know Doc (the preacher) has a motorcycle, I hope that he wasn't involved. I guess I'll see today whether anyone from the church was hurt.

I can't think of any good names for the gerbils. It's pretty sad. But they are soooooo cute! One gerbil is 6 weeks old, the other 8. Soooo cute!

I weighed in, 117,5. Pretty happy about that, but I've got a ways to go. Seven and a half more pounds need to come off.

It's Father's Day, but Dad's off golfing so I probably won't see him. I'll just leave his card somewhere prominent... *sigh*

My eye itches.

Geneva

Well, today I picked up Jeff and we headed south, all the way to Mount Vernon. A good hour and a half drive from my house. Two hours when you consider slow traffic, lights... and well, Grandpa's Cheese Barn. We were driving south on 71 when Jeff sees this huge bulletin board off to the side: "Grandpa's Cheese Barn: Cheese, Meat, Fudge, Gifts. Exit 186." Hardly need to say that we took that exit and went searching. It was awesome! They had samples of every kind of cheese imaginable: Sage cheese, English Cheddar cheese, Swiss cheese, Habanera cheese, Hickory Smoked Blue cheese, Baby Swiss cheese, regular Cheddar cheese, Gouda cheese... there must have been two dozen cheese samples. And then another couple dozen salsa, spread, and jelly samples. I tried them all. I ended up buying a really good one--or rather, Jeff bought it for me when he got cinnamon rolls. Now, these are not regular rolls. These are pretty much homemade. Even the icing is cinnamony. They're excellent. I thought we'd save them for breakfast, but when I went to get a coke from Mickie D's, I came back to the car and two of the six had mysteriously vanished. Hmmm. Somehow I didn't think the gerbils ate them. Yes, yes! Gerbils were our mission. Two boys I bought: one cream and orangeish, the other black and white. Very pretty boys. :-P I don't know what to name them yet, since I really haven't seen their personalities. One is six weeks old, the other eight weeks. They're not related, but the gerbil lady already got them accustomed to each other and they've been getting along splendid. I'll have to wait a while before I start playing with them, at least three days. I don't want to freak them out completely. It's been lonely in my room without them, I realize. The sounds of scrabbling are very familiar and comforting, really. Sounds of home.

I watched Comedy of Errors last night--it was hilarious. I've got Shakespeare on the brain. I'm determined to become an expert on the subject. Tomorrow I head out to Geneva's stage to see it for the first time. It's gonna be awesome. We meet at 3:30 for the drive, rehearsal ends at 9pm... I'll be lucky if I'm home by 11pm. Woot! Though I'm a little concerned they might forget we need dinner... haha, that's me.

Right now Jeff is helping Dad move back the furniture, or at least the couches, into the front room. Creamy gerbil is trying to dig through plastic, and failing, and having a heart attack whenever I move. He'll take a while, but he'll get used to me. Eventually. When I start feeding them nummies they'll really like me then.

Chamma is coming along nicely. Me and mom are rewriting a lot of the earlier stuff, since we're smoothing over some rough plot points--smoothing them out, not over. Also adding two more characters, Daikoku and another one who I haven't named. A bit more flavor of Cadafalan there.

I've been trying to lose weight for the past year. I just started a no-stress strategy, where I drink lots and lots. I weigh in tomorrow. I was at the high end of 118.5... now what'll I be?