Screw it, I'm just doing Weight Watchers.

Well, my lemonade cleanse lasted about 12 hours. I did the laxative tea Saturday night, woke up Sunday and did most of my quart of salt water, which was completely gross because it was like swallowing liquid snot, drank a cup of coffee (because I'm not giving up coffee), waited about an hour and then drank my first glass of lemonade. Then I went up to take a shower and while I was in the bathroom, I thought to myself, "I'm going to puke." I lifted the toilet seat and then proceeded to puke out all the contents of my stomach. It was weird because there was no build up, no aching stomach, just the thought that I was going to throw-up and then I did. Anyway, I then had to tell my husband and daughter that I'd just vomitted and then the two of them begged me to pleeeeeeeaase not do this cleanse. It wasn't a hard sell on their part after the puking. So with that failed experiment, I'm going to just go back to Weight Watchers because it works, at least it's the only thing that's ever worked for me. My friend and I decided we'll meet every Saturday to make the week's worth of food so we can just put it in the freezer and not worry about being too rushed during the week to make our food. Meanwhile, I've got an entire gallon of cayenne-spiked lemonade sitting in the fridge. I'll go ahead and finish it because it's actually not too bad despite the pepper. I just won't be using it for the cleanse anymore.

So it's like this...

It's 11:06 pm and I just finished watching a movie on the computer. For some reason I'm burping a lot and it's not pleasant. Mookie is asleep on the floor behind me. Such a good dog. I'm tired but I don't feel sleepy. I've got to go to bed or I'll be really tired tomorrow. You know, I've realized that I have completely lost track of my life. I just had to think for a little bit to figure out what day tomorrow is. I'm going to start this lemonade cleanse/detox thing on Sunday. One problem from the play is that I had to eat on the run a lot, which means I've been doing less than healthy eating for a while now. I feel bloated and disgusting to say the least. I'll do this 10-day thing and then hopefully feel like a spring chicken. I kind of want to use it to jump start a return to healthier things in general. Like right now, I feel like I've got a rock sitting in my stomach. I think it's from the meatball sub I had for lunch. I wish I were rich only so I could hire someone to make all my meals, like how Oprah does. And I'd hire someone to make me exercise everyday. While I'm at it, I'd hire someone to give me facials and foot rubs everyday, too. Yeah, that would be the life.

Blaaaaa.

It has been a SHIT morning. First of all, there's a monsoon raging outside, which sucks. Add to that the fact that my husband forgot to pack our daughter's lunch for school so I had to run to CVS to get something for her to eat after I dropped her off at school. Guess what? CVS doesn't sell Lunchables. However, you can get plenty of sour cream if you're in the need. What kind of crazy mixed-up shit is that? Let's take a quick poll: If you run into CVS, are you more likely to come out with a Lunchables or sour cream? Anyway, I've had to now get in and out of the car a few times, which means I'm wet. So I run across the street to a gas station where they DO have lunchables (hallelujah). I grab that and a cup of coffee and make my way back to my daughter's school. When I get there, I'm pretty wet from all my stops. I take the stuff to her and she says she forgot the confetti she was supposed to bring to school and would I go get it for her and she gives me that stare: the sad, puppy-eyes stare, and for a moment I almost said yes, but I told her I couldn't because I was already going to be late for work as it it. But as I left the school, I stopped in the office and called home hoping my husband was still there so he could drop off the confetti. He didn't answer and I left a message, but he was probably already gone. Off topic, what about cell phones possibly being responsible for all the bees dying? That's some scary stuff. We need the bees. We need the bees more than we need the cell phones.

C'est fini.

It's over. The play is over. We had our last show yesterday afternoon. It's been quite an experience and I am so glad I finally got back to performing. My husband and daughter both told me yesterday that they could tell I had been a lot happier while doing the play. My daughter said, "Mom, it's finally time you did something for yourself." When she says stuff like that, it makes it totally worth it that I didn't drop her off in front of the orphanage when she was first born like I thought about doing. But seriously, I am totally blessed to have a family that supported me, even though it meant I wasn't around so much, especially toward the end. I could tell my daughter, particularly, was starting to miss me a lot when I had rehearsal or performances practically every night. It made me feel guilty, and that's a large part of why I'll probably only do a couple of things a year. Even though she's growing more mature everyday, stuff like this reminds me that she's still just a kid who needs her mom.

It's tough being a superstar.

We just finished our first performance of the week, which is actually performance number four in the run. We found out they're adding at least one additional show to the weekend because tickets have been selling so well. Originally, they told us we'd have an extra two shows during the weekend, but they downsized. I'm not complaining, though. Even though it's a lot of fun, doing that many performances in one weekend would take it out of me. It'll seem weird to have time once we're done. I'm pretty tired right now. I'm just burning a CD before I go to bed, so I figured I do a little post since I don't have much time otherwise to do it. Thank God for Red Bull. That's all I'm going to say.

Different picture, different faces

I tried a different picture on that my heritage thing and got completely different results, well except for one person.

I am pooped.

Well, the opening weekend went pretty well, if I do say so myself. We got a pretty good review in the paper, so that's a good thing. I wasn't feeling the energy so much at yesterday's matinee, but we get two days to rest before we hit the stage on Wednesday. It's been a lot of fun.

You'd think I have better things to do with my time.

Zombies preview

Here are some shots from our dress rehearsal. If you're lucky enough to live in South Bend, come watch. If not, then too bad. You'll be missing out on a truly historic theatrical moment.

Happy birthday to me.

It's my birthday today. Just thought I'd throw that out there. Of course, that means I'll end up dealing with more shit than normal today because no one will know it's my birthday and they won't try to let me have a peaceful day. Good news is my husband and daughter got me the spinning bird feeder so now I can watch the squirrels get tossed around the backyard. Ha, ha. I'm evil.

Jeez

The good news is that I only had to stay at the theatre until 10:30, the bad news is that I feel like I stayed until midnight. My husband is worried that I'm tired all the time, but I know it's because I'm just running around so much lately. I think once the play is over, I should have more energy. Maybe I'll stock up on some Red Bull. Although, I have to say, I can't say I've noticed any significant increase in energy when I've drunk it in the past. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel like, but I don't think I'm getting it. I actually like the taste of Red Bull. I got an email from a high school friend I haven't heard from in years asking if I plan on going to our 20th reunion this summer. I really want to go, but it depends mainly on when they have the reunion because we're going to disneyworld this summer, and if they have it at the same time, I'll miss it. I can't believe it's been 20 years since I graduated high school. It still seems like yesterday. K, I've got to go drop a deuce. Talk to you later.

Back too soon.

I was on vacation last week because of my daughter's spring break, and now it's back to reality as usual, which sucks. Tonight we have the tech run-through for the play and they've told us to expect to be there until midnight, which means I'm taking a nap as soon as I get home. The play opens Friday and I'm pretty excited. But I have to say I'll be glad when it's over so I can get some time back. I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep it to two plays a year just because the time commitment is so intense. My parents are coming to watch, which is a pleasant surprise for me. My brother said he was coming (but he's not), and I wasn't really anticipating my parents making the trip, but it turned out the other way around. Somehow, I'll have to try and figure out a way to clean the house before they get here.