Friday, May 15, 2015


Felling much calmer now.  LG is going to the Awesome High School.  I will be observing the class he'll be in tomorrow, so I'll be more prepared for his transitional IEP.
And soon I won't have to deal with Crazy Mom anymore. She usually doesn't send her son to summer school, so, hopefully, in a few weeks, that'll be that.

In calmer news, I did the reading on Saturday, and it went VERY well!  I was walking to the BART station afterwards and I thought to myself "Yeah, I still got it."  :)

And, while I'm tooting my own horn (not like THAT!), Hubby took a photo of me the other day when we took a day trip to Mt. Diablo with the kids.  And I gotta say, Weight Watchers, EFT, and the workouts are paying off!  My friend, who writes for, is going to include me in one of her stories.  I'm actually quite excited, because the main focus is NOT on weight loss, but on what we (the subjects) can/have accomplish(ed) BECAUSE we work out.

I'm vacillating, again, between cautious optimism on a personal/familial level and despair on a global level. The hormones aren't helping.  Those should be calming soon, however.
I'm beginning to think that I really can start performing again.  I may not make a living from it, but I never really expected to. The point now is to get back on stage and to enjoy.

OK, back again, on a Wednesday.  Just like last week.  Except today has been MUCH better.  I went to visit The Awesome High School, and I CANNOT believe how incredible it is!  He will be there until he's 22 (he'll be 14 in July), will learn life ad job skills, and his curriculum will be taylored to him.  We're VERY happy!

And on that note, I've got to do some paperwork.  See ya!

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

A New Outlook On Life

Literally!  because we have new windows!  :)  There are now double-paned windows where once were only 40 year-old single-paned.
And they're so clean!
Wonder how long that will last...

It's PMS time again, so I've been in a pretty constant state of rage.
Which will dissipate soon.

LG has been offered a spot in the Fabulous high school.  Today one of the other moms tried to talk me out of sending him there.  The same mom who, 2 years ago, accosted me in the schoolyard and accused my son of beating up her son.
People are weird.

On a happier note, I'm doing the staged reading this Saturday.  We had rehearsal last weekend, and another tomorrow.  It probably won't be my most brilliant work, lol!  But it'll be fun.  And it's nice to be back in the game, even just a bit.

OK, it's now Wednesday (I started writing this yesterday) and I am NOT happy!
The Crazy Mom, the one who tried to talk me out of sending LG to the Awesome School, did something so beyond the pale I can't even see straight. Yesterday, after talking to me, she went BACK inside the school, found the teacher, and told her that I WANT MY SON TO GO TO THE DISTRICT SCHOOL.  Which is A) A LIE!, B) NOT at all what I said to her and C) NOT HER PLACE TO SAY!  How DARE she?!?!?!?! And what the HELL was she she thinking?!?!?!?!

Actually, I know what she was thinking.  She's nervous about sending her son to high school, and it's rubbing off on him. So she's told him not to worry, because his buddy LG will be there with him.  Then she overhears a teacher talking about LG's placement, and she doesn't like the fact that he won't be in class with her son.  So she tries to talk me into changing schools, then tries to override MY FAMILY'S DECISION by lying to the teacher.
Luckily, THANKFULLY, the teacher didn't believe her, and ushered her out.  And then told me about it.

I am SO TIRED of others trying to manipulate me.  SO. DONE!
And I'm REALLY over being the idiot that attracts the psychos.  For whatever reason, they flock to me.  I'm through.  If it means I have to be a cast-iron b*tch, so be it.

I'm hoping that none of this will affect his placement.  I'm also ready to torture this woman, slowly and painfully.
So, instead, I'm going to go for a walk, and then get ready for rehearsal tonight.


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Crawling, Blinking, Back Into the Daylight

After 2 weeks of spring break, LG caught a cold. Which he has oh-so-generously passed on to me, and possibly Hubby and WG, as well.  So it's been an interesting time in our abode.
Add to that Hubby's need for stitches after cutting his hand at work (lucky that he works at a hospital!), then having his car window smashed and his backpack stolen.  His wallet was on his person, thankfully, and he later got a call from a fella who lives in the neighborhood and found it later, while he was walking his dog.  And then went above and beyond by figuring out, from the carabiner he found in the backpack, that Hubby is a rock climber, and calling the rock gyms in order to get Hubby's phone #.  And because Hubby's VA ID was in there, he called the VA clinic and let them know the situation.
A few things were taken from the bag; a portable phone charger, an extra pair of glasses, and a pocket knife (interestingly enough, the same knife he'd cut his hand with, so maybe they did him a favor in that regard.)
So while there are mean people who do nasty things, there are also wonderful, kind people, as well.

But, naturally, Hubby was little down and freaked out afterward.  It's such a huge violation, especially since it was in a neighborhood we spend a lot of time in, and one in which he does a lot of his stage work.
So, yeah, big ol' bummer.

But, there are god things happening, too.  LG MIGHT (fingers and toes crossed) be going to a high school that's even better than the one he's currently registered for.  WG is using her communication device more and more.  Hubby is doing a workshop for one of the big regional theaters, and has a full-time, Equity gig starting in August.  I'm doing a reading in a couple fo weeks, for a show that may or may not have a full production in September. And there's still a good chance that our little improv group may become a performing troupe in the near future.

So things are looking up.  I must admit that the past month and a half has been challenging, so it's really nice to see things turning around.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Soooooooooooo Sorry!

4 weeks.
Bad blogger! (slaps wrist)
Ending the second of 2 weeks of spring break.  Barely coherent.  Almost unable to move. Cannot. Keep. Track. Of. Children.

Send help!!!!!!!!!

Will write more later.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Back to the Future. OK, Present.

I am once again a smartphone owner!
Hubby bought the Nexus 6 and gave me his Nexus 5.
The 6 is HUGE!   It's like a tablet!  We just got it on Monday, so he's still getting used to it.
Meanwhile,  I'm keeping my 5 away from any water sources.

My mom is in town this week, so the kids are able to do some swimming at her hotel.  It's been busy, as usual, around these parts.  I had my annual OB-GYN appointment last week (I'm officially in early perimenopause; holy cow!), followed the next day by my minor eye surgery.  It was quick and painless, and it's nearly healed.  It's so nice to look at my eye in the mirror and not see a giant THINGY on the corner of it. For the first time in 5 years.  It's a bit tender, and I looked for a while like I'd gone a few rounds with some ninjas, but that'll pass.

I've been doing quite a lot of barre workouts.  Mostly Bar Method.  Combining that with Essentrics/Classical Stretch, both of which feel really good!  And a bit of yoga.  Can't afford any classes right now, so I do it all at home.

Within the next few weeks, hopefully, I'll also be getting new headshots.  Which I will then send out hither and yon and, with luck, start auditioning again.  I need to get my face out there.  See, I've never been the kind of actor who walks into a room and casting directors sit up and take notice.  It's always been my work that's gotten me other work.  But auditioning is a necessity.  I think (and have been told) that I audition WELL, I'm just not easily typeable.   People aren't always sure what to do with me.  :) I figure if I can get interest, someone, somewhere, at some point will cast me, and then I can start becoming a known entity.

We're also doing an improv performance in a couple of weeks.  Nothing formal, just friends and family, but it'll be good to get in front of an audience.  It's a such a great group that we have.  Lots of talent there.  And, of course, a much-needed outlet, lol!

Alright, it's getting late.  Gonna watch "Broadchurch" and then go to bed.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

I'm a Loser, Baby

I dropped my phone into the toilet yesterday.  It was running (the toilet, not the phone), so I was leaning over it to fix it.  And forgot I had my phone in the very shallow pocket of my hoodie.
I immediately placed it in uncooked rice, and left it there for 24 hours.  But the antenna is fried, and I need a new phone.
The thing is, it was  Nexus 5, which is no longer available.  I MAY be able to get a pre-owned one from  my carrier, but the one I had was from Google.  Which meant I got all the updates right away.  Even if I DO get one from T-Mobile, it'll take over a week, which means I am mobile phone-less for all that time. And any updates will take a month or two.
Or, I get the Nexus 6, which costs $300 more.
OR or, I get a similar phone, different model.

I just hate this.  I LOVED that phone!  Such a stupid, silly move, and now I have to spend (at least) $350 bucks to buy a phone I probably won't like as much.  I'm kicking myself for not simply TAKING MY PHONE OUT OF MY POCKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It seems like lately things have been going haywire.  I know a lot of it is my perception, that the universe isn't really out to get me, and that it doesn't really have anything to do with the chain letter I deleted a week ago, but my brain isn't believing me.

I need an attitude adjustment, pronto!

Honestly, it kind of feels like this is a major crossroads, and it can be the point where either everything changes for the better, or I keep going down the same road, getting more and more frustrated.  So I think I'll choose the former.

But I'm also very nervous: I'm having simple surgery on Tuesday to remove a cyst from the corner of my eye.  It's been there for 5 years, and, as I said, should be quick and easy.  But,  a) It's my eye, and b) I'm Jewish.  We don't like sharp instruments near our eyes.  OK, and c) The way some things have been going, I'm worried something might go wrong.
There, I said it.
I put it out there.
Hopefully that'll diffuse it.

Everything will be great.

Especially when I stop believing all the horrible things I currently believe about myself.  Honestly, if someone said HALF of those things to my friend, I'd kick them in the throat!
So way is it OK for me to say them about myself?

It's not.

And now, I''m exhausted.  Gotta go to bed.

Have a good week, everyone!

I'll keep you posted.

Monday, February 16, 2015

All Apologies? Or No Apologies?

Part of me, the NICE part, feels I should apologize for my last post.
But another part of me, the sick-of-being-nice part, says "No way!  You wrote what you felt, and that's ALL valid, dude!"
That second part feels like a cross between The Dude (Lebowski), my therapist, and Elaine Stritch.

Because I AM sick of being nice.  Not of being kind, but being nice to the point where others (sometimes literally) walk all over me (I wish I were kidding).

I believe in being nice to people as a general rule.  But there's a line that has to be drawn.  Let's say a waitress gets my order wrong.  There's no need to be mean: I can politely point it out.  After all, she's on her feet all day for crappy pay and holds hundreds of orders in her head.  I tried waitressing once.  I was horrible at it.  I admire people who can do it.  It's HARD work!
However, if said waitress were to yell at and insult me, and then, say, push my face into the food, well, the time for niceties would be over, missy!

But seriously, it doesn't nave to go that far.  Sometimes I need to be a squeakier wheel.  Sometimes ya just gotta be more aggressive.  And, yes, because I'm female, I will be called a bitch.  It's happened many times.  I've survived.  Hell, sometimes I AM a bitch!  Because I have to be!

I'm also realizing that, really, truly: for the most part, other people's opinions don't matter.  If it is someone I care about and/or someone whose opinion will make a difference, then, yes, their opinion matters.  But that is usually only a small percentage of the opinions we hear on a daily basis.  Most of the opinions we hear are from strangers.  Especially if we're on social media and are "brave" enough to read the comments.
Which I now try to avoid.  Because EVERYONE there has an opinion.  And the majority of them are stupid.
Just my opinion.  ;)

Sometimes, though, I even have to discount the opinions of people I love.  Because I have to do what I believe is best. I've lived for a long time trying to please EVERYONE, and have pleased no one.  Least of all myself.

No apologies then.  For that last post, at least. It is, after all, my blog.

In happier news, we took a quick trip to Yosemite over the weekend.  Always a great way to recharge the batteries.  Still no snow, and very warm temperatures, but the water levels were a bit higher than last year.

And last night I dreamed that I was at some sort of celebration attended by many of my favorite fictional characters:  Sherlock and John were there from the new BBC adaptation, but so were Holmes  (in the guise of Richard E. Grant, if for no other reason than I love him) and Watson, in Victorian garb.  All of the Doctors Who from the new series were there.  But the absolute BEST part is that when 12 appeared, his companion was...ME!
And I was super-helpful and smart and brave, I must say!  Because there was some sort of trouble (I don't remember what, exactly), and I ended up having to crawl around on the roof and fiddle with wires.
All while not losing sight of my kids, who were also there.
Haven't seen many companions do THAT!

So, thank you, subconscious!

OK, on that note, I'm gonna motor.  Both kids are off today, but Hubby has rehearsal.  And WG is off all week.  So it's gonna be busy.

Happy happy!