I've been so awfully busy. I really have. It's been all I can do to get on here & do my days of grace {Sooooo close ~ I must finish, I must finish!}. Can't even think about writing something coherent &/or witty.
So, what's up? What's happenin'? What isn't! That's the question you should be asking, boys & girls.
I've bumped my working days up to 3 a week at Le Cocque Rouge. Bills keep pouring in & there is only so much ca$h to spread around, so I'm trying to get ahead. Or at least tread water a little.
Theatre has started up, & I've come out of self-imposed semi-retirement to take a small part, as well as be stage assistant. I lurve my part. I lurve this unapologetic, fun, sultry woman. I lurve that the part is only a special guest star cameo role. It's been great this last month, only needing to attend one rehearsal a week, whilst others are living at the hall. This week, my involvement becomes more intense & will continue to be so until after Festivus in April.
The Olympics are on, did you know? We have been bombarded by advertisements for months & months here in Canada, causing me to declare "I can't wait until the stoopid Olympics are over! I'm sick of them already & they haven't even started!" There are Olympic ads during the Olympics, which I find strange. Yeah, we get it, we're watching it right now. Gosh! Nevertheless, I am watching as much of it as I can. The TV has been permanently tuned into CTV or TSN. As much as I scoff about it & the cost & the controversies & the hype, I do enjoy the precision, the drama {not necessarily Brian Williams version of drama}, the talent, the athleticism, the winning. I have felt some patriotism. I even watched curling. Curling!!!
I've been exercising like a demon, treadmilling every day & daily alternating my ab workout with a weight workout I've devised with the help of Dr. Oz. I have to wear a skimpy costume onstage & want to look my best. Doesn't hurt that I'm in a weightloss bet with Peanut again ~ $10 a pound! I need all the motivation I can get.
So yeah, between all this I'm also trying to keep the house relatively clean, read my way through the stack of books T1 brought me when I was recovering from surgery {7 months ago EEP!} watch some of the many, many movies that Harley has brought us, learn how to use my Blackberry, my iPod, and my camera, visit with the girls, & basically live life.
There are not enough hours in the day.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
There Are Only 24
& That's A Fact Says Wilma at 6:37 pm
Labels: Getting In Shape, Inside The Life Of A Super-Genius, Paycheque, Theatre
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