Luck Be A Lady

I'm an avid fan of true crime dramas and cop shows on TruTV channel and Discovery and HLN too. I could spend hours watching and reading this stuff. I should have gone into forensics or done profiling for the FBI. I love this! I am super sensitive to people and their behavior and I'm affected by certain behaviors too. I had an experience when I was around 11 or 12 when I met a neighbor of one of my school friends. I was there because my friend's mom and my mom were best friends. We were next door babysitting an adorable toddler girl. I was roaming around the living room and the family had lots of bookcases loaded with books. Being the avid reader that I was (and still am) I was checking out every spine and one book in particular caught my eye. Oddly enough, it was an 'eye' on the cover that I saw. It drew me to it....it was a very strange and odd feeling. It was a book on the occult and it just seemed so out of place. Granted I was young and to see any book that di

We took Mark's mom to the airport a week ago after her nearly 6 week visit with us. It is no secret that she has a tendency to make me crazy at times. Certain people in this world are here to test our patience and I will openly say that after my grandma passed on I thought I was done and had earned my merit badge. I was wrong. I've stated for the record that she really is a sweetheart and means well but has some things that cause those around her to have to call for a cleanup on aisles 5, 7 and 9. It's frustrating to deal someone, especially an elder that lacks wisdom. I don't know about you but I was raised to respect my elders, not just because they were older but because they were supposed to be learned and wise and would have lessons to teach us. Well, I know there are some great stories but the lessons learned turn out to be sad ones because she doesn't even know she is showing us so how not to behave. I guess that in and of itself is a valuable lesson. I g

Warning: a not so nice blog..... Was trying to come up with a title for this post. Just as a reminder, I always try to reference music/song lyrics or titles in my blog titles just because music is my drug of choice. It's also the air that I breathe and any other metaphor you can think of. Don't mean to make this sound so hokey but....well, you know. I've been trying to figure out why my MIL has been driving me crazy. I don't want to be lumped into the gigantic pool of people who say they 'hate' their in-laws or they 'can't stand' them, etc. This isn't the case with me. I don't hate her at all. She's a sweet lady. She does have issues that make me nuts though and I've been trying to figure out exactly what they are. Typically, you can say "this person is rude" or "this person is evil" or some other very pointed description. I finally realized there are some things I would say about her (and this is not so very n

I just glimpsed at a draft of a blog I wrote during the run of "Grey Gardens". I don't know why I didn't post it. It was a lovely tribute to a great audience - probably the night that folks who are related to the Beales (through Edie's father) came to see the show and praised me left and right. The greatest compliment they gave me was that I actually had the little things (mannerisms, vocal inflections and little facial expressions) down to a 'T'.  Wow! That was the night I felt I finally got this character right and I felt it all the way into my bones. I know it was a hard road getting to that semi-comfortable point in the show. I dragged out figuring out how to memorize so much dialogue and music. I am such a procrastinator! Now that I know how my brain likes to work (took me all these years!) it's not a difficult process other than it's time consuming. I cannot wait for another opportunity to chew up some scenery in a  drama or musical drama.

Just made it past birthday number 49. Gad zooks.... I never thought I'd even be this 'age' and the strange thing is that even though I'm not in great physical shape I still feel like I should be 30-35ish. To look at my birthdate, it really confuses me. Was I around that long ago and do I even remember life in the 60's? To tell you the truth, I barely remember being the ages of 4 through 9. Yes, I have pictures to help remind me and music is probably the biggest memory trigger of all. Still, I don't recollect much of my childhood - just smatterings here and there like broken mirror shards. Strange to feel like I've lived probably more than half my life already! Not trying to be morbid, I promise. Just looking at the average age of people and my odds say I'm more than half way done. Personally, I like my steak medium rare and in the weirdest of analogies, I definitely feel that way in my head.... now if I could just stop the body from being well done!