Puppy Poo, Puppy Pee, Puppy Teething...Ugh! :(

The puppy is teething...oiy! Slime, slobber and drool have been served up constantly over the past few days...and boy is it gross! :P Now, to be honest, our previous dog was (one hundred and sixty pounds, over six feet long, three inch white fur with a double coat, and almost always with a fu-manchu) way more drooly than the cute little (comparatively, his dad is one hundred pounds and his mom ninety-five) golden retriever who barely has any saliva...however, it still grosses me out!

Anywho, after three hours of singing and two hours of sixties dancing, I am completely whipped...sleep sounds sooooo good :) BUT I'm still stuck watching the cute (allegedly) little (not for long) puppy in the living room...ugh!

Cheaper by the Dozen tech rehearsal tomorrow from 2-4:30pm and Hairspray rehearsal 4:30-6pm...here I come! :) I have the ugliest 1920's costumes our producer could find for someone my size...and they ARE an eyesore...ick! Maybe I'll post pictures one day so you can see and laugh at my pain... ;)

"Night all! :)

Late Night on an Empty Brain With Nothing to Do...

Well, memorizing all those lines and songs over the past two weeks has really messed up my sleeping patterns...lol, as you can tell, I'm up, it's later than I normally stay awake, and I've got Hairspray songs coming out my ears...ugh! "I Can Hear the Bells" and "The Big Doll House" just keep playing thru my head like they're on "repeat"... :( It's really starting to bug me! :P

On the other hand, I'm still thrilled at being in two productions at once. Being one of the leading ladies in one, and a chorus member in the other (and the understudy for a main character) isn't half bad...just grueling!! In spite of the fact that I'm excited, I can't wait for this play to be over with so I can go back to singing and being sore after dance rehearsals...did I mention I'm in pain right now from Q's newest dance moves for "You Can't Stop the Beat"? My legs are killing me, and I KNOW I threw my shoulder out...but boy was it fun! ;)

Lol, my brain's fried for tonight, so I'll leave whomever actually reads this alone now and head off to bed...sleep sounds sooo good...'night! :)

Freakout at the Theatre? Naw, That's Just Your Imagination...Really!

Well people, I'm feeling the crunch! It's only a week and a half until the play's opening night, and I'm definitely NOT ready! Still have some 200 lines left of memorizing my part...whew! I hope I get it down in time...being the "understudy" is a heckuva lot harder than some people think...especially when you're not really the understudy, and you got called in last minute due to a casting problem some people are trying to cover up! :P Well, wish me luck! Only four days left of on-book for me, then they're forcing me to off-book...yeesh...at least I've got four days, some good friends, and lots of coffee, looks like I'll be needing it! :)

The Common Complaint of Every Girl Who's Waiting For the Right Guy...My Own Special Little Rant In a Moment of Depression

Have you ever had that feeling like your life wasn't your own? Going onward in a way you couldn't control? That's the feeling present at this moment...I'd just like to curl up with Austen and cry...why aren't there real-life gentlemen anymore? Why do people judge on dress size and not heart size? There's a big difference, and we'd all be better off looking at the latter for the true character of the person in the fragile outer shell...

Would it kill a nice, sincere, kind, caring, loving, sweet, friendly guy to not go out with the obvious choice and instead go for the girl with the bigger heart? Maybe they'd stop getting their hearts broken and their dreams crushed too...What do you think?

I know so many nice, truly good guys who pick the wrong girls all the time, not necessarily bad girls, just wrong for them. They just seem to keep getting drawn in and going back for more with each broken, heart-rending relationship they put themselves and some other girl thru...you'd think after so long they'd wake up and realize the problem and deal, but it really doesn't seem to happen...

I decided long ago that I was going to keep my heart from men until God told me "that's the right one, he's not going to trample you, use you, then drop you. No, he's going to see you thru My eyes, and he's going to love you for who you are. He'll be your best friend thru the years, love you, hold you, laugh with you, and cry...And when you're old and gray, he'll hold your hand, tell you that life by your side was better than anything he'd ever dreamed it would be, and neither one of you will regret waiting to give yourself away..."

The problem? I thought I knew what was right, but I was wrong. I got into a relationship and gave someone a little bit of my heart, not a lot, but just enough to get both of us hurt over the long run. I regret it, but thru it God has shown me that waiting for the right person might mean many things...but in the end I'll be stronger, and better for it.

Lol, that pep talk helped me remember why I'm waiting, why I'm holding on to a hope for the future...guess I'll just have to keep plugging away at it! :)

Do any of you ever feel like this sometimes? Just wondering...

My Declaration of Independence...Hello

Well, this is my first post, but it's not going to be very long as I'm leaving for band practice in a bit...but, hey, I'm allowed to do whatever, right? ;) I don't know if anyone is ever going to read this, but you should be aware that I WILL give my opinion, and if it offends you, or you don't like it, that's okay, don't come back to this page, no one's twisting your arm! I am an unabashed Christ follower, and I will never post profanity or write anything I wouldn't let my Lord and Savior (or my parental units) read...which is saying a lot...so deal with it. I won't allow anyone to post comments containing rude or crude material, or any excessive profanity...an occasional "d*mn" or "h*ll" I'll let fly, but nothing past that...got it? Good. :) So now that you know where I stand, check out my blog or leave my page and don't return, entirely up to you.