My old days...

.....before I became the famous supermodel actress that I am today.

This is me in high school at the Band Banquet.

That was not my date for the night.

I went with the sweetest kid EVER and dumped him that night. Ugh. What a terrible girl I was.

I'm pretty sure his parents have disliked mine ever since.

I still feel bad.

(The date actually baked me cookies and put a love note in one of the cookies.)

I'm also pretty sure I stuffed my bra that night, because I was on the swim team and had no body fat whatsoever....which meant....nothing to put in a bra...besides kleenex.

There, now you may exit my memory lane.

Mood: Embarrassed.

Oh the pain.

Oh the agony!!!

I ate catfish for dinner. Ugh. I'm so full and miserable.

Why? Oh WHY!!

Someone tell me I'm looking chubby so I'll quit doing crap like that and stick to my starvation diet.

Need sleep......

Oh to play practice.

We'll talk more about this when I get home!

Mood: Stuffed

One Shirt

I just bought myself a t-shirt.....and there is only one person out there that knows which shirt I just bought. I had half an hour left before the new one rolled in.....and I got one!!

Kbuggie is excited.

(Don't worry, mom-#1) I'll show it you. #2) It's my valentine's day gift to me from me. #3) I'll show ya this weekend.)

Mood: Spent.

Not forgotten...

...to beg:

And yes, you are coming to this play. I begged....I mean I demanded.

If you don't, I'll cry.

I'll cry right here on this blog.

My tears will run down this page and I will be blue.

We can't have that happen, can we? No. We cannot.

Until then....I'm going to study "blocking" and lines in Act III in preparation of your arrival.

And yes, you can bring all your friends, too.

Mood: Sleepier.

11:00pm

And I just got home half an hour ago. This week is tough. It's tech week mixed with a costume parade.

Tech week: Is when we go through the motions of each scene so the people in charge of lights, backstage cues, props, sounds and any changes in between scenes know when to do what. It's normally a hurry up and wait process. It also comes when the cast is at that point of...will we ever get through this play doubled up with a side of we've spent too much time together and the director is driving me crazy. For the director she has over and over and over again barked directions and wonders if anyone is listening or if this show can really be pulled off. There is typically some...wait....make that.....a lot of anxiety involved when we haven't gone completely through the play yet. We all settle down and love each other again when we pull it off (as we will).

Oh ANNNDD it's also costume parade time. The definition of that involves every character standing in different parts of the stage in complete costume and make up so the director, costume designer, stage manager, tech people....and really anyone else crazy enough to be sitting in the audience.....makes sure every tiny detail on that person looks perfect.

This is the biggest cast I have ever worked with. Period. Its hard. Very hard. We have 12 adults and 8 kids. Good grief. It's crowed and drawn out.

Oh and don't get me started on my opinion of how bad Tennessee Williams (the writer) was on the "blocking" in this play.

Blocking is a term referring to where each character is supposed to be, where the action takes place, and what the motivation is for each character in that scene. He lacks to say the least.....could be worse....but he lacks.

All in all....I'm pretty sure we'll pull this off. I have confidence and am still impressed with everyone involved. Other than the normal expected trials, its going pretty well considering the complexity of this play and the number of people involved.

Wow I went on and on tonight. Thanks for listening. I feel better.

Mood: Sleepy

Rats.....

Shoot....

Six more weeks of winter is being predicted by the highly precise groundhog. Makes me sad.

Mood: Cold

Weigh In

Drum roll please......

TEN POUNDS LOST!!!

Woo hoo!!!

And that was the weigh in BEFORE my seven mile hard run up hill today.

Yep, patting myself on the back.

I'm going for another month of this kbuggie diet special. It seems to be working.

Mood: Lite

Taken

Movie Review:

Taken was a good good movie. I walked in expecting the only part of the movie to be good was the part that was shown in the trailer.

I was wrong.

Oh my, there was some unexpected moments in that movie. There are too many unpredictable movies out there that I have time and time again knew what was going to happen ahead of time. Movies have too much foreshadowing. (And to think my 9th grade English teacher didn't think I paid attention.)

I like Liam Neesom. I always forget how much I like him. Why do I do that?

This was an action packed movie that surprised even me. I even felt tense a couple different times. Don't walk into this movie thinking you know what's going to happen.

There ya go.

I liked it. (And the eggrolls were great too.)

Oh and the waiter was great eye candy. I order a second blue thing just to flirt a little more. And good grief, was that waiter was smooth. I'd go see a terrible movie just to interact with that guy. Then again, I have a short attention span so I probably wouldn't.

Review: Taken Good.

One More Confession

I got a little sad and depressed Friday. It's kinda silly, but I came across an email that made me sad in a mad kind of way. I had plenty of friends offering to keep me from boo-hoo'in my night away but I refused. I was very close to going to a birthday party....or two, but I went to bed after work and stayed there....for awhile.

At one point I decided being in bed was not the solution and I should walk out of the house and do something even if it was for a little bit. So I did.

I showered, put my comfy blue jeans on and I went to another movie. I decided I can probably get away with the crazy go by myself behavior for one more weekend, before I get kidnapped by friends. I like movies, plays, events that you can watch and enjoy. I do like getting out, but I just wasn't ready to be around people that know me yet. I'm not used to being so social. Really.

Saturday's errands finally let something click in my little brain and I'm back to feeling good. Friday's depression was just a temporary setback. I'm back to being a big girl.....and what does Fergie say about Big Girls? She says, Big Girls Don't Cry.

So, forgive my odd behavior but I've gots me some adjustments to make. I must search for the new kbuggie inside....kbuggie. 1st discovery: Kbuggie thinks its wierd to talk in the third person.

Mood: Free

Theater

I am a fan of theater. Not only do I love being on stage but I love going to plays too. I've been on a mailing list for a theater in Addison that I had wanted to go to, but just haven't. These people have the craziest stuff. They don't hold anything back. At all.
Nudity? Sure.
Cuss words? Why not.
They do the plays that others wouldn't touch.

A New Drama advertised PG-13 so I didn't let my mom go with me and feel bad that I didn't tell her that is where I was going. In retrospect, this one wasn't that bad. I'm not sure why I guard my poor sweet mother, it's not like she hasn't heard a cuss word before. I bet she would have thoroughly enjoyed this play. I now feel bad (as I should) for sneaking over there without her.

The play was great. I was pretty impressed with the acting and that says a lot coming from my "professional" viewpoint. The story line wasn't exactly unique while it deals with love, deception and murder, but the ending was unique. The play is actually a play about a play that ends on stage of the play. I'll stop there, you have to go see it.

I command you: (in a deep loud voice) Go see it. It was great.

I'm definitely going to visit that theater again. I might even take my mother.....well, as long as there isn't anything too risque.

Mood: Three thumbs up.

Goodbye

My betwittered quit working.

That made me sad.

I had to let it go.

Mood: Dismissed.

Violent Departure

Dear Lunch at Casa Playa Maybe Eye-a something or other,

I have to start out by saying it was fantastic seeing you today. Mother and I stopped by after church in hopes for some aunthentic Mexican food and you proved us well. The brisket tacos were delicious. I might have eaten a tad too much, but under the circumstances surrounding the talk I had with my dear sweet mother, I can't accept the blame.

Now after we left you and the company of the waitress, we went to mother's house for a good game of cards. I let you settle in my stomach as I sat quietly (and nervously) trying hard to beat mother at cards. It came close and seemed really tense during the last two rounds but I was careful not to upset you while you settled in my tummy.

Once mother beat me at cards, I was prepared to take a nice, little easy jog with mom and dad's dog. I consulted with mother, Lily (the dog) and put forth great thought myself in regards to the path and length of the jog. I'm afraid I failed ask you of your opinion. For that, Lunch, I apologize. I really apologize.

It wasn't intentional to run that hard for so long, but I didn't realize my destination was going to be mostly uphill, filled with pep hollaring at the dog and, of course, I didn't realize it was going to be seven miles. About half way there you made your presence known. I tried to shush you and reassure you that you didn't have to leave. I still say you were more than welcome to stay. The josstling up and down while we ran wasn't really as bad as you claimed.

I believe I am most upset in your choice of exiting from my poor defenseless body. You were so violent in how your burst out of my head. Really, was that necessary? Was it not possible to handle this situation in a more rational manner?

At any rate, I'm sorry our time together that started out so well had to end in such a horrific way. I now feel, so, so......empty. Until next time, take care.

xoxoxoxo,
Kbuggie

Single.

Yep, I did it. I finally let go and changed my status to single. It was the exchanging of acquired stuff that made it final. Not quasi-surreal....but final.

BUT. I'm 30, in pretty good shape, blonde, smart, employed with two great kids that have a very involved father. I get my hugs and kisses from my kids, take out my aggression by hollaring at my yapping dogs and have my adult conversation with you.....even if you never talk back with me.

Oddly, I'm ok with being single. So far its been rewarding and I like it. I'll be all right.

Now you can proceed with your day with that useless piece of information that I almost didn't bless you with sharing. Shame on me. :-)

Probably slow blogging for the rest of the day....got stuff to do.

Mood: Quaint.

Long jog.

Days like this are awesome. I endured a long jog today that I needed very badly. It was incredible. I did however wear my ankle brace because that wii fit has made it sore. It'll be fine.

During my jog I came across some things that made me smile and I soooo wish I had my camera on me during those moments!

1.) Four boys playing war around a house in the front yard. I actually slowed down to a walk just to watch the events transpire. One boy was planted with his back to a tree hidden from the other boys view. He sat patiently as the other three slowly emerged from the side of the house trying hard to tip toe and looking around for him. He waited for just the right moment before jumping out and tagging two of them. The last one actually tagged him. I'm assuming tag is the right word...they each had buzzers that went off. It was great. My timing couldn't have been more perfect.

2.) The middle aged guy taking the keg from the minivan to the garage. I'm positive he was getting ready for tomorrow's fooseball party....but still, he made me giggle because he had the hat on backwards. Funny sight.

3.) The whole family that said hi. The cutest being the little girl. I'm sure they have their problems, but one boy: five-ish on bike, girl: eight-ish on scooter, lil girl: four-ish-on bike with training wheels, mom and dad holding hands with oversized poodle on a leash. Each and every member said hi, the littlest girl had a genuine big smile on her face when she said hi. Even the dog gave a lil yelp...I translated it to be a friendly hi since he was wagging his tail in such an excited manner.

4.) Double weeping willow trees made me decide that they are very pretty in the winter or summer and I'm gonna plant a couple in my yard.

5.) The cute guy that checked me out and gave me an approving how you doing look. I appreciated that......I blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

Mood: Pretty good.

Choices.

It's always good to have choices. This weekend, without kids...ick..., I have invites to places. I also have a personal agenda on a to-do list. Its that list of meant to's and also wanted-to's. So, I've moved up to busy happy gal.

Also, weekend time is weigh in time. As of last week, I lost 8 pounds. That's a lot for four weeks! I'm not sure this week is going to be much of a help, but I'm pretty sure I didn't gain any. I had trouble on the ice day keeping my appetite under control.....have you ever seen that commercial with the "hungry" on it? #1 I think hungry is cute as can be. #2 I giggle every single time I see the temptress sit on the couch with the laptop in lap and him sit down next to her, open the box of pizza and move a hand around as if the pizza were a laptop and he were typing. Yep, not only am I drop dead gorgeous; I'm simple minded and easily amused. I like those three qualities about myself.

Back to busy...lunch's time over and I need to get logged stuff filed and off my desk before the timesheets fly in.

Mood: Friday good.

Practice.

Whew. We made it through the entire play.

Now here was the different part.....

At rehearsal tonight, we had people in the audience reading the play. All the actors were to do their parts without speaking. It was the oddest practice ever. BUT it was fantastic. We actually got through the whole play.

Now between the second and third acts the director calls everyone to the stage to discuss the last scene. Here is where I had THAT moment as THAT mother. It was fifteen or twenty after nine and we had previously set the time to stop rehearsals at nine.....unless anyone has any objections, then.....

.....now at that moment everyone was so wishy washy on whether to proceed, call in another practice tomorrow night, start where we left off on Monday....I was having the worst time reading everyone...so i through out the....well, I'm not griping, but tomorrow is test day for kids. Of course, my dumb self, I forget half those kids are all home schooled kids.

So, on we went. It was just after ten when we got out.....now, I will say it was worth it to get through the entire play with the whole cast there....minus a couple of field hands that have minor non speaking parts. It felt better.

It was the weirdest feeling to act your part and not say your part. It was hard not to do the silent bobble head character while someone else was reading all the lines.

So, folks, there is the boring post on play practice tonight. Oh, except I failed to mention the stage children are fantastic. I'm very proud of their behavior back stage (its hard doing the hurry up and wait thing) annnd, their acting is wonderful. go kids!

The play opens in two weeks. I'll be posting info soon. And yes, I DEMAND your presence. See? I demanded and so it will be. Don't make me cry....I'll contract the hiccups again.

Mood: Lifted.

Texas

.....is a warm place and we don't see a lot of ice. Here is a spectacular slide of why I'm glad we don't. Poor guy.

....and if you really really love me, then you will skip the roses and leave this on my desk. Now that's why I call a sensible gift. It's two in one.....and you can make mine Riesling.

.....this is what I call one handsome man. Woo. I'm light headed.

Mood: Rest.

Salt....

........on the wound.

I consulted with professional help today......and the verdict is: I was wrong. So wrong. It really is the Baby Daddy's weekend. Well, that sucks. Its bad enough that I was looking forward to this weekend with the girls and even worse that I was wrong about him being wrong. That, my dear, is wrong. Just wrong. And even more depressing. Great. Thanks.

Play practice tonight. The girls are excited because they are taking their costume possibilities for the director to look at. Me? I left my freakin play book at the office. I'm a failure. Tonight we are off book so technically its a good thing that I forgot my book, but I'm unsure of my cues. I will at some point get hollared at. Eh. She still loves me. I think. Heck, I hope.

Definition of off book: Off book is when the actors must have their lines memorized and be able to maneuver through the scene without their book.

Right now I'm listening to November Rain by Bon Jovi on my itunes in the background. Sigh.

All right... now for a little web surfing to see if I can come up with something strange to give you while I'm out practicing so you can truly ponder of my sanity.

Mood: Unsure.

Whining Moment

If you don't want to read a rant on me being a whiny baby, then go ahead and skip this one now.

Emotionally, I've been a wreck for a few weeks, but I've had this and that to keep me distracted and mostly held together. I'm a girl. I'm allowed to be emotional when it comes to heart break. Period.

This weekend is my weekend with the kids. Baby Daddy feels otherwise. I could easily argue and prove that I'm right, but he already has tickets for the Harlom Globe Trotters visit to Dallas. Boo. So, if I argue and prove him right then the result is that he doesn't get to take them to that. I care, right? Well, I care about their disappointment.

Double boo for me.....what the heck am I supposed to do with myself this weekend? I was not prepared for this one bit.

Now I want to cry. Seriously, I do. But I want to cry in a...I'm four years old and didn't get my way kind of way.

If you made it this far and actually read all that, then you are a good stalker and I am thankful for you.

Mood: Notahappy.

It was bound to happen....

Oh me oh my!!

I have two girls. I am a girl. This is a house full of girls. IT was bound to happen one day or another. In fact, I'm pretty sure it happens in every girls life. I, too, remember the time when it happened to me. My mom and great grandmother were both by my side to see me through that time in my life.

So, my little girl, my baby, my offspring....yep it happened to her.

And I know for a fact you won't hesitate for a second to see what the heck is going on.

Click here to see what happened.

Mood: Traumatic.