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We are officially behind schedule. Did some math last night, and this show is going to arrive right under the wire. Might even have to cut a number. It’s OK though. It’s happened before; probably will again.

Aren’t we funny creatures? Change. Heh. The times, they are a changin’. A change will do you good. I’ve got to change my evil ways, baby. Time may change me, but I can’t trace time (I’ve never figured out what that meant – I think Bowie wrote it that way just to confuse folks). I thought I was dealing really well with the time change on Dinner Theatre (we moved it from March to November), but I think it’s taking a toll on me in the “unknown” department.

I know, I know. “Isn’t a 7-week rehearsal schedule a 7-week rehearsal schedule?” Yes, and no. Kids are involved in different sports and other activities, which means different schedules somewhat, and the overall vibe is different in the fall. That, and they’re a little greener in the fall. We have to get the mojo back on the dance floor faster, and the energy back in the voices sooner.

OK, stop whining. I have to believe in the kids’ resolve and talent. They’ve never let me down before. Mm-mm–mm.  Great, now that song’s stuck in my head all day.

Have I thanked you recently for suffering through my self-absorbed drivel? Let me do so right now if I haven’t. Feel free to leave advice; I will always read and heed. Well, unless you tell me to stop doing shows, seein’ as how they cause me such angst. Alas…like the Thriller told me once: “You can’t NOT do them.” He’s right. And so terribly cognizant of what makes me me. Gotta have that vicarious stage thrill.

Speaking of stage — there’s one leaving in 40 minutes, and I have to be on it. Make it a Tunesday for the record books. And congrats to BoomR, who had his first day on the new job yesterday. Wahoo!

Fanci-Schmanci

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So this Fanci-Fill cake pan set is rather fun. :-)

From the look of the pans, it’s hard to wrap your brain around how they work. So Mavis and I took a few photos of the process. We’re actually looking forward to making the real deals next Saturday night, in preparation for the feasting for Bob’s birthday on Sunday. Behold:

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It was great to have a test-drive before we jumped in, because there are some things we’re going to change for this weekend to make it look and taste even better. But really, it was just an excuse to eat cake. :-)

Happy Mondayne, everyone. And come over for a piece of Coconut Cream Cake — we have leftovers!

PSA VII

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Yesterday, a Facebook friend posted some amazing trivia about how cows tend to face north or south when they graze. As is my wont, I checked on it, and sure enough…

Would that that were the case for many other “trivial” items, often found on the internets and shared willy-nilly by various and sundry as fact. Therefore, allow me once again to straighten records, debunk myths, and right wrongs. As I named these posts 3+ years ago, behold another segment of:

Deception Destroyers

Deception: The Eisenhower Interstate Highway System requires that one mile in every five must be straight, in case air strips are needed in times of war or other emergencies. How do I know this is poppycock? Just ask Richard Weingroff. Or maybe not. He gets a little snippy about the subject. Heh.

Deception: American car horns beep in the tone of F. First, I won’t even comment on what all’s screwy about the syntax “in the tone of F.” My car — a Chevy — beeps one note of F#. Second, I hear other car horns that honk polytonal beeps. Third, I’ve heard cars whose horns beep diminished triads. (Take that, whoever wrote “in the tone of F.”) Don’t even need a reference on this; I want you to believe me because I’m telling you. Maybe it should be rephrased to say that “some” American cars beep F.  For a great explanation, read the last three paragraphs here.

Deception: Albert Einstein failed math in school. When the man was confronted with a clipping of this statement, he said, “I never failed in mathematics… Before I was fifteen I had mastered differential and integral calculus.”

Deception: George Washington had wooden dentures. True, the teeth weren’t his own, but the four sets (at least) that he owned were made of gold, ivory, lead and various human and animal teeth.  Thus saith the people who analyzed them in a lab in Baltimore seven years ago. (Click on the picture; it’s a photo of one of his actual sets. Yikes.)

And that’s all we have time for this morning, luvs. Gotta get ready to go get Mavis so we can run the Bob’s Birthday Cake Test-Drive. Today’s flavor? Coconut Cream, an original concoction. We’ll see how my supposed “originality” plays out later…

Happy Sumday!

Happy birthday, Jake!

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I can’t believe how fast the time has gone.

The very first post at RtB, back in February of 2008, was about a sleepy little 6-month-old (6? 7 months? I don’t even know) who’d just awakened from his nap. Look at that round little face! Such a sweet baby. Well, that baby is four years old today. What a great kid. I’d tell you how incredibly perceptive, funny and intelligent he is, but you’d just say that was Grammie being biased. Well, I am, but — he is. :P And much of that is due to his parents providing him with lots of conversation, opportunities for discovery, books, loving discipline, and tons of hugs and kisses. That’s a good recipe, if you ask me.

So, whether he’s piloting a whirlybird,

or riding the open range,

or simply having a heart-to-heart with a sheep,

…he’s still just an all-around fantastic boy, and I’m proud to be his Grammie.

Oh, and I had to include this photo just because it’s ten kinds of cute. Justin and Dad getting the goat’s goat:

So I’m off to wrap presents, hit the grocery, and pick up Mavis for the party. (Poor Thriller is flat on his back with the flu and will miss the fete.) :-(

Happy Saturnday! Glad to hear from NASA that you avoided being flattened by a solid rocket booster.

Ratticus Nutticus

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Last night, I had a meltdown of sorts.

After two brief after-school rehearsals, I came home to look in on the Thriller, who is sick as the proverbial dog. After confirming that he was indeed still alive, I grabbed a quick dinner of yogurt and 3 cookies, changed clothes, came back downstairs, and sat down to my LIST (*hoo-ah*):

  • Wrap Jake’s birthday gift
  • Finish choreography for Hernando’s Hideaway
  • Go to Tractor Supply and look for flashlights
  • Go to grocery and pick up stuff for test-drive of Bob’s birthday cake
  • Call Daddy
I’ll give you one guess as to how many tasks were completed. Oy.
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What did I do instead? I had a nice long conversation with one of my choir parents (a very cool lady). Then I read — and tried unsuccessfully to make sense out of — the Integration Guide for PayPal Express Checkout (for JECO, my present web project), and conquered the last available levels of Angry Birds (people, I own that game; I’m unstoppable). Now were those things on my list? Carp. To quote Lennon /McCartney: I’m a loooooozer.
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I think I reached a point last night where, after two solid weeks of thinking about and doing almost nothing else except Dinner Theatre and JECO, and surviving on 2-5 hours of sleep a night, I fell off the merry-go-round. Maybe it’s time to divert my energy for a day or so, instead of running around like a crazed nut-butt. I think I’m krakking up.
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Hey, I know — how about going to the county fair with the Js this evening, then relaxing for a bit at Jake’s birthday party tomorrow? That sounds like the ticket.
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Anything fun on your schedule for the weekend?