Judas, Mary--stop fighting in the back

Well, I am thoroughly exhausted. GODSPELL has definitely enriched my life, however it is depleting my energy. I am very grateful for the next two days off. The cast its self has bonded more than imaginable. I have fallen in love with each and every person with whom I am performing. Each person has their own faults and perfections that makes them so easy to love. There is no way to describe what that actually means. A girlfriend and I were trying to come up with another way to describe the connection between myself and the cast--other than "in love with"--and we couldn't think of anything. That state of "this is it, this is what I live for," to love others in all their glory. We were all sitting around on the coffee shop porch after the matinee yesterday and there was so much emotion there. I will miss them. . . I miss them already and it is only a day off.

Everybody wants to be a Cat

The cat that lives at my house and responds to the name Zoe, has three orange and white kittens. Now, Zoe had these kittens out at the wood pile and mostly that is where they have stayed. In the past three weeks, however, they have learned to jump, climb trees, sneak, scatter and pounce. I think they are two boys and a girl. I haven't gotten a good look, I am just assuming due to observed behavior. They are still nursing from Zoe and have started eating the big cat food too. There's a hitch. These kittens are W-I-L-D!!! I mean out of their mind wild. I think they communicate on another level, because they are always having similar reactions to things. Yesterday, I sat with Zoe for about fifteen minutes or so and waited. I never looked at the kittens because they scattered when I did. Finally, at the end of the session, they would eat with me present. As soon as I stood up. . . SCATTER. It was hysterical. Hopefully, in the next couple of months, they will love me just as much as their mother does. I have trained her to respond to a whistle--or maybe she has just allowed me to think that she is trained because that's just the way cats are.

Hen's Teeth

My co-worker said that looking for this part was like picking Hen's teeth. Now, I have heard a lot of southern expressions, but this one takes the cake. It means it is impossible. Doing something is like picking hen's teeth. She is the best.

HOT TOPIC!!

There are certain words and names here in the land of manufacturing that have certain meaning. I work in the quality department of a large manufacturing company. We make sure that everything that comes in or goes out is held to our standard. My particular job is to help manage the complaints and do any data entry or clerical work that comes to the quality department. The "lab" that I work in is full of women, except for the supervisor, which is a man. Unfortunately for him, he gets caught in the midst of our feminine society every once and a while. I compare the women I work for to a gaggle of geese. Certain words stir the gaggle--ruffle their feathers, shall I say? If someone comes along and says "HOT PROJECT" or "HOT TOPIC," then whatever it is that they are doing is given some weight. This explains that particular person's edginess and/or excitement for work. Another level up in the levels of work intensity is: "Project for Bill." This means that that person is to put a move on things and have it done by the end of the day. Congratulations, overtime is granted. Step up, which usually includes several of the gaggle, is "Project for James." This one is quite hysterical and kind of looks like throwing a stone in the midst of pidgeons on the square in London. There is a specific scene in Mary Poppins, where the son and daughter go to work with Dad at the bank and all the kids want to do is feed the birds and at the end the pidgeons scatter--yep this is what happens on "Project for James." Then there is the top of the line trouble in paradise and the reason I call these women a gaggle, and that is: "Project for Jack." This has the most signifigance ever and all the women go bonkers and they sound like a gaggle of geese. The heat is on, the noise goes crazy and everyone talks over each other not making any sense, machines are running, calipers are flying and products are going everywhere--Measure, look, accept, reject. . . its time to clock out, go faster. . .

I don't think that these men know that their names are level of instensity for work. It is actually quite humorous to watch when words like "Bill," "James," or "Jack" are said. I am thankful that I don't have levels of alarm. Mostly, everything I do just needs to be done as it is given to me. So that is how I do it. No one thing has more weight over another. About once a month I am granted a Saturday and overtime, however, usually, that is nothing of any significance. I think they are just being nice to me. I am very grateful that everyone I work with is pretty nice to me. I am also grateful for the humor I get to watch on a daily basis.

the crazy she just float right out of me

So I was glad to finally find the phrase that my brother uses so much on his site. When I did, I could totally relate. One of the fun things about my life is that I believe in insanity. Being washed on the crazy cycle is one of the pleasures for me and my friends that allow times to be okay. It makes me sad when my friends live in the crazy cycle and never move on to the spin cycle and then the buzzers go off and someone pulls you out (sorry,my mind likes to stretch metaphors as far as it can.) I find that when I do what I am supposed to do, the crazy floats right out of me and there is not a crazy cycle for me. I don't even get in the washing machine. I just get to enjoy life,ie watching the kittens climb trees or the smokers deliberate the world on the coffeeshop porch. Unfortunately, sometimes I watch my friends go round and round in the crazy cycle when I go and visit the laudry mat. One day, I will be the person to pull them out when the buzzer goes off and I will be returning the favor of the person who pulled me out. But until then,. . .

My favorite way to let the crazy float out of me is by laying in the sun. I don't know what I like more water or sunlight. I really like the combination. I think I was meant to have a beach house. When I am in the sun, everything goes away and I can read or float or love or talk or do just about anything and be okay with me. Sometimes, when I am in the lake or a pool and I am in the sun, is when I focus the most and it's like I am hanging out with God and nothing malicious can occur. Perfection. I think that is why Graff takes Ender to the lake. Perfection. Insanity is rough. I see why those washed on the normal cycle get so much more done. I think that I would get all kinds of things in life accomplished if I felt the way I do when I am at the pool with my girlfriends. Sun and fun makes the crazy go away. Actually, just God makes the crazy go away. I guess sun and fun is just one of the ways I feel Him.

When I grow up,. . .yes I am still working on this. . .I will have a house on the beach. I will. . .and the crazy. . .she will be gone.

I am reading a book called Women Who Run with Wolves. It is based on the Jungian archtypes crossed with the storytelling. It is unbelievably interesting. I was a little afraid it would be very text book, but it is plesantly interesting. The coolest part is that the author includes all these different tales from all over the world. The one I like so far is the one about Bluebeard's death. I had never heard it before the author told me the story. She is an excellent descriptor herself. I am also reading Ender's Game. It is such a comfort. I am at the end and expect to finish it this evening just prior to dreaming (that's assuming I won't crash out after rehearsal.) I can't quite figure out what to write yet. Please bare with me.

This is my first blogging experience. One of the time zone stamps was listed as Dawson's Creek so that is how it is stamped. Public diary. Have to be careful with this one.