6th Street Playhouse and Cinnabar Theatre

I am so sorry I abandoned music and drama in high school.  I used to be able to play the flute and piccolo really well and occupied first chair, but now I'm barely able to read music anymore and learning all over again.  I used to be in the school plays.  This was all back in junior high.  I can still hear my English teacher at the time telling my mother to keep me engaged in drama because I had a natural flair for it.  Drama.  Go Figure.  He wanted to see me continue on.  Same with music.  My music instructor had both my sister and I as students.  He LOVED my sister, so a few years later when I came up through the ranks I was automatically on his good side.  I tried really hard to never screw that up.

High school came around and I quit drama and music.  I did get dance out of high school, but it came at the price of abandoning the others.  I simply could not do all three AND keep on top of my studies..and.....of course, then there was the boy issue as well.... I was distracted. 

Life has thrown me a bone.  I've picked up dance again and now getting involved at the 6th Street Playhouse and Cinnabar Theatre.   My inner band geek and theatre geek are coming alive:)     I absolutely LOVE backstage buzz whether it's for dance or drama.  I love putting on make up and costumes.  I love warming up.  I love the hustle and bustle of it all.

I guess my point is that we are super lucky to have such quality community theatres in our back yard here in Sonoma County. 

FarmersOnly.com

FarmersOnly.com.  Because city folks just don't get it.

I can't make this stuff up, people.  There is now a dating site just for farmers.  I have dated my share of farmers when I was young.  My intended was a North Dakota farm boy.  God bless him.  He's now the father of FOUR boys.  His poor wife.  I would have shot myself in the head.  Granted, there is plenty of space for boys to run, climb, catch bugs, pee on trees, etc., out in the country.  Plus, lots of kids are needed to help on the farm with crops and animals.

I am so tempted to create a profile to see who is on this dating website.  I bet I have heard all of their pick-up lines already.
1.  Hey darlin' you look finer than a new set of snow tires;
2.  Wanna go to the tractor pull with me on Saturday;
3.  Check out my ice house;
4.  My boots would look good on your porch;
5.  You are so worth my opening up my box wine I have been saving;
6.  I would trust you with my favorite hunting knife and gun;
7.  Oh yeah....womanly hips and curves.  Good for birthin' youngens;
8.  Hey baby, my 4x4 can take you places you never dreamed possible.

Again, I can't make this stuff up, people.

Convening of the Coven: Northern Minnesota

Oh YES!!!!  I just booked my flight for the annual convening of my coven in northern Minnesota :)  Let's seeeeeee.... who is on my shit list we need to curse this year?  Just kidding (not really).  I meant it when I wrote in a couple of posts back NEVER to piss me off.  You have absolutely *NO IDEA* what I am capable of.  Put together even more witches and we are a force to be reckoned with.  I have a very long fuse and I give off warning shots along the way.  If you manage to piss me off you are truly an idiot who deserves my wrath. 

I can't wait to get to the Coven Cabin.  Note to self:  All my clothing will become a funky shade of orange due to all of the iron ore in the lake and have a metallic aftertaste.  Swimming in it feels like cold jello and not the warm, salty buoyancy and movement of the ocean.  The best part of the entire coven weekend?  Absolutely NO RULES for ANYTHING.  :)   :)   :)  :) 

The loons are not only on the lake, but also in the cabin LOL

Sister Sister

My sister and niece are coming to stay with me for a while.  My sister was instantly widowed when her husband died in a car accident in December at the end of their road en route to work.  Take nothing for granted, people.  If you think your life sucks just remember it could always get suckier in a flash.  My sister's life was definitely in suck mode before the fatal car accident for reasons I will not delve into now...and it got suckier. 

Now the dust is settling and the shock has worn off.  My sister is starting to pick up the pieces and move on.  It's hard.  People, don't ever die.  Do you realize how much WORK it is for those who are left behind to sort through?  We all plan on living a long, full life but fate could pull the rug out from you at any given moment.  While your soul is floating blissfully about on the other side sans body free of material and physical constraints those left behind are dealing with a nightmare that they can't seem to wake up from. 

I've tried to set my affairs in order in case something happened to me, but I freeze and end up on the floor in fetal position bawling my eyes out.  I've listed my kids as beneficiaries on pension plans and bank assets.  However, there is the rest of it I need to deal with like real estate and other assets.  Plus, there is the historical family stuff that I need to divvy up. 

Maybe I should not get my affairs in order.  All the assets and such are worth quite a sum of money.  My kids would be well off.  They would probably plot together to kill me in my sleep;)

Parking Wars

I have a reserved parking spot that I'm viscous about.  I rent it though the city and it's not cheap.  My pet peeve is coming back from lunch or whatever and SOMEBODY IS PARKED IN MY SPOT.  I go nuts.  My time is valuable.  I don't have time to ding around calling parking enforcement, the tow truck, etc.  Most of the time the lot is full so there is no other place to park so I just block them in.   I left a courtesy note with my cell/text on the reserved spot next to me as I needed to block them in as well.  I would move my car for them if they needed to get out.

About an hour or so passes.  My cell phone rings.  I answer it.  I hear a woman's voice saying, "I'm so sorry I think I parked in your spot.  I'm new to the area (she wasn't as I could tell from the local dealer license plate brackets and her 707 north bay cell number she was calling from) and I did not know."

To which I replied, "Really?  You can't read the large RESERVED sign but can read well enough to hunt my number off my neighbor's windshield to call me?  Sorry, but now you're going to have to wait for me. You thought nothing of inconveniencing me so I'm returning the favor."

The woman asked me how long I was going to be until I moved my car.  I told her until I damn well felt like it.  Click.  End of conversation.  Don't ever piss me off.  I will call you on your bullshit.  I do not anger easily but once I'm there I will own you.  Guaranteed.  The other thing is don't ever lie to me.  That pisses me off even more than if she would of owned up to it as being the dumb bitch she was and didn't give a lie for an excuse. 

Tick tock more time passes.  I know the daily routine of parking enforcement.  They also know me.  In fact, I'm related to several members of local law enforcement.  It's all in the family.  Parking enforcement shows up and knows exactly what's going on.  She asks me if I want the parking offender towed.  The woman and her male companion are standing a few yards away trying to figure out what we are going to do as they are antsy to get on their way as I've had them blocked in for a couple of hours.  

I decided that a parking ticket and a two hour delay in their afternoon plans was good enough. 

Tower of Power

My last entry title was about yoga, music, and dance.  I ended talking about work junk that had absolutely NOTHING to do with yoga, music, and dance. 

Well...here is how today went.  I was at work.  I knew the Sonoma-Marin Fair started tonight.  I flipped a text to my California BFF asking her what she was doing and wanted to know if she wanted to go to yoga class and then mosey on over to the Sonoma-Marin Faire to check out Tower of Power.

See.... my California BFF is a blonde, Jewish girl who spent her early informative years in a very black neighborhood in Oakland.  In her teens her family moved  from Oakland to a hippie commune somewhere in Marin in the 70's.  There's more, but I'll save it for another post.

Bottom line:  Tower of Power was a staple for my friend growing up.  We figured out they were playing tonight at the Sonoma-Marin Faire and we just HAD to go..... after yoga class, of course. 

Bottom BOTTOM line.... a phrase we hear a LOT..... "You move pretty good...for a couple a white girlz...." 

Yoga, Wine and Music

It's been a strange week for me so far at work.  It's supposed to be my quiet time now that everything has been settled.  My work seems to go in cycles.  Now that I'm clear of  Mr. Wonderful Los Angeles and the FBI, I have been assigned to another regional project that is kind of fun. 

For whatever reason, everybody in my industry is jazzed about the project that I'm working on and awaiting its roll out.  It's fun to work on something positive for a change that does not reek of money laundering, fraud, and racketeering.