I’m A Cry Baby

Went and saw a preview performance of the new musical Cry Baby.  And of coarse by new we mean a stage version of the film.  If I had seen the film I would probably enjoy the musical more, but any musical is fun.  Jim has been on a broadway tour lately.  Last week he saw Avenue Q, and yesterday he saw Grease in the afternoon, and then we saw Cry Baby last night.  Just another reason why we would miss New York if we were to move.  There goes those spur of the moment trips to the theater.    A sunday morning full of chores to do.  Wish I hadn’t  given the maid the day off.   7 days of no habbit, technically 4, but one doesn’t count does it?

The Dream

Dad’s Home From Work

Cheeto The Cat

March 4th, 2008

March 5th, 2008 @ Busia’s

March 5th, 2008

Well I’m back home again in Indiana.   Where the fields I use to roam.  Flight yesterday was fine, all the usual cast of characters were there, annoying cell phone girl, screaming baby, rude business man.  I can’ help but feel crazed when going through security.  Hurry, take shoes off, throw change in tub with wallet, don’t forget to pick your wallet back up.  Take computer out of case.   Oh no I left it on, is that going to set off some alarm?  It’s not going to get erased is it?  I suddenly remember something about camera film getting erased by the x-ray.  No time to think, the woman behind me just gave me a dirty look.  Am I going to slow?   Put carry-on on conveyor belt, where’s my boarding pass?  Is it in my wallet?  No, here it is in my pocket.  Put jacket on conveyor belt.  Wait for summons for shoeless walk, I don’t even like to walk around in my own home with nothing on my feet, let alone an airport.   Begin to walk through and realize I left my belt on, oh no it’s going too……nothing, no alarm, the golden ticket is circled, and I’m allowed to collect my 5 tubs of items, and reassemble myself.   I tie my last shoe and see a family of 5 whose fate was not as fortunate as mine.  They are dark skinned and dressed in some sort of cultural clothing.  “Where are you going?”  “What is your final destination?” Questions the “highly qualified” TSA agent is asking.   The mother is trying to pacify the youngest with an Elmo doll, while I hear the father answer San Diego.  I grab my bag, throw it over my shoulder, and  wonder why they were being asked those questions. What did security find in there plastic tubs of confusion, that they didn’t find in mine.    Baby formula, highly suspicious.   The Elmo Doll,  perhaps some sort of hidden compartment.  Or maybe it was the fact that they didn’t have a belt on.    

Back Home Again In New York City

Back from the city that is windy, and a small town with a ton of snow.   I think it snowed everyday I was there, do I really want to move back?  Second thoughts perhaps.  A week with no internet connection, how is one to blog?  We must find a way.  Amazing my mom doesn’t even have an ABC affiliate.  But how do you watch LOST?  Family visited, sending well wishes to Jim, hopes for finding a job soon.  One even said they would send us a card with some money in it.   “It’s not fair that they can get married and you can’t.  I’ll send you some money too.”   Small town, but not small minds, surprising once and a while, but then again, they still don’t have an ABC affiliate.  

FLU

laverne vlogAh there’s nothing like lying in bed for 36 hours surrounded by tissues, with a Ny-Quill high.  I have not been this sick in an extremely long time.  Still not completely over it.  The video above, the calm before the storm. But now I can at least walk around, just not to fast otherwise the room may start spinning.   Let’s hope that I’m well enough to get on a plane tomorrow.  Off to hoosier land to see little Fred get married.  The last of three…at least in my eye, but then again, it may be the Ziacam, Robitussin, Ny-Quill, Mucinex speaking.