Katrina Relief

Katrina Relief

Alright bloggers, we've been commended in the past for having a great networking system for disaster relief. Here's one way you can help:

Please ship your used eyeglasses or new disposable contact lenses in a padded envelope to:

The Center for Bioethics and Human Dignity

Attn: Katrina Relief

2065 Half Day Road

Bannockburn, IL 60015

Those in Yakima, I will be sending a package in the next day or two, so if you have old glasses or unused soft contacts, please coordinate with me soon.

Courtesy of Intellectuelle.

Roverandum

Roverandum

One costume piece and bit of prop at a time I am building up my wardrobe for the show. Usually I come into rehearsal with an armload, leaving with one article. Repeat. So far, for sure, I have one pair of over/undersized grey sweats, on blue chenile bathrobe, one black dress, one pair fuzzy leopard print slippers, one pink and greeen swirl beaded shoulder bag, one pair of dilapidated UGGS, one quilted headscarf, one key on a chain. Nary a full scene anywhere. Well, I suppose the bathrobe counts as a whole costume.

Today at work we hung up a bejillion clothes previously sorted by Nancy (and myself and my mom) into black trash bags. Now the racks are completely stuffed just in time for our impromptu 50% off sale happening Thursday through Saturday. Those in the area might consider stopping by. Denise.

I heard from a very sleepy Jeff this evening who is in training with Alaska Airlines and working horrid hours. Eventually he gets all the flights he wants, so it all makes up for it. He may even fly in for a show. And he mentions a possible trip to New York. Lucky.

On a completely unrelated sidenote, we Americans need to be more careful what trashy shows we're airing abroad. A foreign exchange student came to our country with most of her knowledge derived from MTV and Oprah. Now she's having to buy all new clothes for school because she thought everyone here dresses like Paris Hilton. Not the case, I can assure her, but far too many.

I'm in the throws of preparing to teach. I can play anything on the guitar as long as it's in one key (D) and doesn't require more than three chords (I, IV, V). I can even play "The Wheels on the Bus" and hold onto the guitar as I go "up and down." Allie humored me the other evening as I had her help me practice singing all the kiddie songs I know. Tomorrow I need to go to school, touch base with the teachers, and find their classrooms ahead of time.

Exciting Day

Exciting Day!

We got milk in that HASN'T EVEN EXPIRED! Hurrah! Huzzah! And rice-a-roni packets. My favorite!

Last night's misadventure

Last Night's Misadventur

So, I locked myself out of my room just before the alarm set itself. Not out of the building, just into the hallway. And the alarm is motion sensored. So I dashed around trying to turn off the alarm before I set it off. I called my parents, but they didn't answer the phone the first several times. So when they did call me back I was sitting in the hallway trying to alternatly pick a lock and break the door down. Neither was succesful. Finally Dad remembered a set of keys in the store. Maybe one of those keys would work. What do you know? One did.

Long night.

Sorting the Motherload

Sorting the Motherload

I'm getting very tired of having to invent post titles so that my whole post font style won't be screwy. Anyway.

Nancy has been all week in the "cage" sorting about 500 black plastic trash sacks of clothes. In theory, all clothes are sorted at the Warehouse and then sent to us. But we've been looking at the clothes that are on the racks, and the selection is primarily polyester. Blech. So, rather than continue the trend, she decided to sort all future loads herself. And what did we find? Lovely things. Lots of polyester, which we threw into the bins to be baled and sent to poor countries, but plenty of lovely things made of natural fibers, and quite a bit of vintage. Where has that all been going?

Our guess is that the error is happening here. We have a wonderful woman who sorts and hangs up our clothing, but she is an older lady. She wouldn't know a brand-name if it wore neon lights, and polyester double knit would appear to be...nice. *Shudder*

Henceforth, all clothes shall be pre-sorted by Nancy, Me, or my mother. Period. No more doubleknit. We've declared war.

Do it again.

Directions
Do it again, more. Do it again. More. Do it again. MORE.

Act II,2 was an emotional scene to block. The last time through, I almost teared up for real. Raahaah. And I got my fuzzy leopard slippers put into the show. I have the feeling they may upstage me.

Highlights from Denise

Highlights from this post by Denise:

You Know You've been in Theater too long When:
...Your weekend consists of Monday, and only Monday
...You can't remember what daylight looks like. ...95% of your wardrobe is black.
...Your diet consists of fast food or microwaved food.
..."Practical," "Drop," and "flat" are nouns.

You know you work in non-profit theatre if...
....your living room sofa spends more time on stage than you do.
....you've ever appeared on stage wearing your own clothes.
....you can find a prop in the prop room that hasn't seen the light of day in ten years, but you don't know where your own vacuum cleaner is.
....you have a Frequent Shopper Card at the Salvation Army. (Or in my case, Goodwill)
....Rogers and Hammerstein is synomous with 3 months of rehearsals.
....you've ever cleaned a tuxedo with a magic marker.
....you've ever said "Don't worry -- use the duct tape and if that doesn't work we'll just hot glue it."

So I guy walks into the lighthouse and says: "So there ARE pretty girls working here." I was the only person here, so that must be me. Compliments are nice. Especially when you're trying to live up to your poster.

Phase Two

Phase Two:

Begin unpacking small items without having moved big items into room
...COMPLETE.

Hey Eric

Hey Eric

I found a picture of you in my scrapbook. Remember Rocktober? The youth conference. You, Kris and I were a team on the canned food drive. And I think in the picture you might have been shorter than me. But maybe not. :-)