busy busy television?

I realize that I've gone from a 5+ posts a week, to like 1 every 2 weeks. I know this doesn't affect a lot of people, cuz I know of only (literally) 4 people who read this blog. And no, I'm not saying that in a self pitying, please read my shit way. Just in a realistic way. It doesn't bother me at all.

It's just that I kinda miss coming home from whatever I'm doing and typing up stupid, mundane thoughts or tidbits. But by the time I get home from rehearsal, tech, shows, whatever, I'm so unbelievably tired and spent that I pass out to Gilmore Girls or a book. I can't tell you how many times in the lat 2 weeks I've thought "I wish I could share that with someone." And writing it here was my way of "sharing", however weird that sounds. So hopefully I'll begin to get more of a stamina for this whole ordeal and get back on the horse. Plus, I had been planning since like December to do NaBloPoMo, but by the time this month rolled around, I knew it'd be near impossible, and I'm totally bummed.

Well here's my interesting tidbit for the day. I love it when I benefit from my mom's crazy ideas, and today I benefited quite nicely. Chalk this up to the "materialistic" side of me (and judge me if you want), but who wouldn't appreciate this. My mom told me yesterday that she'd been 'considering' getting rid of our 3 big (as in twice the size of a microwave) TVs. 2 of which are ours (one is like 12 years old, the other is probably 10), and 1 we got when my Grandma moved from her apartment to the nursing home. The 12 year old TV was serving as my TV in my room for my nightly movie/whatever TV show I am currently watching on DVD.

Now, when my mom says 'considering', it either means she's been thinking about it for a long time, or she just thought of it and is throwing it out there. The other part of what she was considering was replacing 2 of them (the third is never used, and just sits in our basement) with flat screen TVs. This idea was excellent to me, seeing as one of the replacable ones was mine.

Long story short, I benefited because today we went to CostCo, and we got a 22" flat screen, HD TV (something I could NEVER, EVER afford on my own). Of course, the only one of these 3 TVs that gets used is the one in my room, so of course it only makes sense that it should be the first one to be replaced. And it was.

My mom's logic?? Getting rid of these TVs will create a TON more space (which is true) and make rooms more easily accessible. So during my mom's flip flopping today, my dad was able to convince her that getting the first one would give them the incentive to actually call the guy who hauls away junk (and sells it, so we get some $$ from it), to come and get the TVs and other stuff, as opposed to just talking about doing it. Obviously, daddy was on my side.

Long story short, I got a fancy new TV today. :)

(and don't worry, I'm INCREDIBLY grateful and appreciative)

I've got a theory...

So I was driving home from Frankie's tonight around 12:30am, and a woman was walking along the side of the road, going with traffic mind you, pulling a carry on sized suitcase. Weird. What are your theories on where she was going/what she was doing??? By the time I got home (a 10 minute drive), I had fashioned a very dramatic story about her leaving a dirt bag boyfriend and what not. Very exciting stuff to compliment my very boring life.

I arrived home to a super hyper Bailey at the front door who ran all around downstairs. Then I turned off the lights and walked up stairs to be scared half to death by MooMoo standing on the landing. In the dark, all you can see of her is her eyes and the white stripe on her chest. To many, it would be scary, but she was wagging her tail and hammin it up for me.

We watched Kate & Leopold tonight. It was adorable, and I'm surprised I've never seen it.

Hopefully tomorrow mom and I are will go (back) down to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale. I've been with my Aunt K (twice), but not with the mom.

The top picture is 4 out of 5 of "the girls" at our senior band camp in high school. The bottom is the 4 of us last night for Crabs' going away. That's a five year difference, but we've been together for 8. Nostalgia anyone???

Oh Yeah...

Good news. Mom had her follow up after her twice yearly check ups, and she is still in remission. Baller.

I've been working at Aunt K's still. She keeps saying "we're getting there." I want to ask her where "there" is, and how long she thinks it will take to "get there". I don't think she'd find the humor in that though.

pretty, huh?

I babysat tonight for the little girls across the street from us. The 5 and a half year old, Bella, and the 3 year old, Lilah. They were playing outside yesterday and Bella and I had this conversation:

Me: Hey Bella, would you like it if I painted your nails again tomorrow?
Bella: Yeah! Um, can I maybe, um, paint yours too?
Me: Sure!
*thirty minutes later when I went out to take out the trash*
Bella: Hey, um, maybe tomorrow, um, could you bring some of YOUR nailpolish?
Me: Sure!
Bella: Um, Can you bring GREEEEN??
Me: I'm sorry, Bella, I only have pink and purple.
Bella: Um, PURPLE!

So tonight I painted the girls' toenails. Then Lilah wanted to paint my fingernails. Bella was too preoccupied with NickTV.

This is the result, although please forgive the glimpses of black and white paint you may see-that is paint left over from my aunt's that I can't seem to get off. And please note that I did paint my own thumb and forefinger of my left hand:

I painted Bella's toes first, and Lilah leans over and says totally breathlessly "Oh, Bella, soooo pretty." The exact same way I would to a friend's new engagement ring, with the same amount of seriousness. I couldn't help but giggle.

On a side note, it is terribly infuriating when your parents call you out on something you do once (that isn't actually anything wrong) that they have done tons of times, and try to make you feel like a terrible person.

boiled brownies

So tonight I really wanted something warm, chocolatey, and yummy. I remembered seeing a box of brownie mix in the cupboard, so I decided to make them. For those of you who don't know, I'm allergic to eggs and milk (ok, well the appropriate term is intolerant of, but that always requires lots of explanation), so I don't generally eat things with eggs or milk in them, obviously. Not worth it.

Anyways, baked goods are something that I still eat, even tho some things (cookies and cakes mostly) have eggs and milk in them. I do avoid the custard-y or creamy ones though. For some reason, because when I found out that I was allergic I didn't actually cut cake and cookies out of my diet (I'm guessing), they don't tend to give me problems-maybe it's the baked-ness or something...

Well I decided to make these brownies, and I thought I'd make them without the 2 large eggs to see what happened.

Don't ever try this.

I opened the oven after the timer went off and my brownies were boiling. Literally.

Of course, after I took them out and let them cool, my mom and I still picked at the mushed up mess (which wasn't the WORST stuff we'd ever eaten...). Classy, right?

There's a map or a clue to a map!

It's not a trip for a member of the Deeter Family, unless something bad happens or there's a blip on the radar. I took my mom to the airport tonight for her trip to a conference in Chicago/to hang with her sister. Of course my mom getting ready for a trip always causes insanity at my house--it's like the house flips upside down and runs in double time. Anyways, she decides not to pack until she gets home from work today, she left at 3, and her flight was at 7:45...anyways, she got packed in time and we left on time. There are 2 options for getting to 465, the highway that loops around Indy, off of which is the airport, from my house-actually, there are tons of options, but to get to that specific side of town there are only 2. So we pick option #2, and the ramp to 465 is closed. That's just how things roll for us Deeters.

In other travel related news, I'm meeting Fur at his house tomorrow at 2:00 to drive to Chicago because our flight to NYC leaves at 6am (Chicago time) Tursday. We'll have dinner with my mom and aunt and then crash at Fur's sister's place.

Oh and get this. On Monday, I went to my dad's office to get his car and keys so I could go to storage to get my clothes etc that they brought home from South Bend. So I walk into the building and 3 people are standing outside smoking. That's not so bad, I don't judge people who smoke. They decide that they are coming inside when I walk to the door, and they block the entrance. Then I get inside and head to the elevator, and it's obvious that these people want the elevator too, but they are lollygagging behind. So I stand and wait in the elevator holding the door open button for way too long waiting for them. I know, I know--I didn't have to wait for them, but if I didn't then I would have been an asshole, and I'm not like that. They finally get in the elevator, and it's 2 girls and a guy. And he's one of those outgoing in a douchy guys who is incredibly annoying, and generally rude.

I'm wearing my newest Saint Mary's t-shirt (we left South Bend on Sunday, and we made a last stop at the SMC bookstore and I got a new t-shirt and sweatshirt, cuz who knows when I'll be back up there :'( ). So this douchy guy looks at me with a smug look on his face and says "Saint Mary's, is that a real college?" And I ditch the nice, polite girl face, and I assume a "what the hell" face and say "yes." "Oh, well I didn't know...is it one of those nun-colleges?" I just look at him...and one of the girls says "duh, haven't you heard of Saint Mary's of the Woods? gosh. That's it, right?" And I politely say "No, its just a college, not a nun-school, and it's in South Bend...by Notre Dame." and Mr. Douche says "oh, I just figured it was a fake college. Like I went to Phoenix University and got my degree in 4 days." (Disclaimer: I don't necessarily thing Phoenix University is a fake or illegit school, I'm just quoting him.) And I get off the elevator, after looking at them with a nasty face, and walk into the firm.

Ok, so I'm not narcissistic enough to think that everyone knows what or where my beloved SMC is. But I do think that that's a pretty rude and obnoxious thing to say to someone on an elevator, especially while smirking. Also, it kind of puts a damper on a recent graduate's excitement about the future. Does anyone else think that's rude?

The Difference Is He Didn't Have to Be President on Television

So I'm finally home in my own bed in my own house in Indy. It feels great. Weird at the same time.Despite the miserable parts of the last two weeks at the Civic (when someone flipped their shit), I had an absolutely amazing experience. The set turned out really well, thanks to a number of people who really pulled through for me. I couldn't appreciate them and the work they did more!


The show opened Friday to a stellar audience. They were laughing at things we didn't know were funny. They cried. And they gave us a standing ovation. Of course, in the booth, I was gonna stand for the amazing cast no matter what, but it was even better that the whole house agreed.

The South Bend Tribune came on Friday night and wrote a STELLAR review. AND...They had some nice things to say about my set. My first time in the newspaper (as, you know, stage managers don't generally get written about) and I get two paragraphs! There are photos of the show on the site as well. This is the first one, and if you click next, you'll get to see nine of them.

A good time was had by all at various bars and restaurants post rehearsals and shows this week. That's always good. And I got to know some incredible people while working on this show. While I am so absolutely excited to be home (and to be going to New York on THURSDAY!!!), I really, really miss the cast and crew of this show. I don't usually experience this. I think it must be because of how well they treated me (especially after the bad stuff went down). I'm sure part of it has to do with my may or may not having a super crush on a cast member. Shhh...don't tell.

My parents came up for the show last night. We went to the LaSalle Grill for dinner (my dad said right before graduation that he'd always wanted to try the Tippecanoe Place and the LaSalle Grill. We did Tippecanoe after graduation, and we got LaSalle in last night-good work, Deeters.

I gave them a tour of the theatre, and of my set, and then sat in the audience with them and watched like a real audience member. Of course, I did some saving of the light board op and some trouble shooting for some cast members etc, but I wouldn't have it any other way. And I sewed on the button at intermission. Not a button...THE button. My parents absolutely loved the show, and the set of course-but they have to love that. My mom cried like a baby. It was stellar. And of course I jumped out of my seat to standing ovate them last night as well (I'm aware that's not a word, but who cares, I like it). The boyfriend of the director and the sound board op (director's nephew) joined me, and soon after the rest of the house did too. I couldn't have been more proud of a group of people (exception: my comp).

After the show I introduced my parents around to the cast and crew etc, and everyone loved each other. Dana, the director, had us do some cast/crew pictures on the set and required my to be in the front of the pictures. Yikes. We took some crazy shots too--and in case you didn't know (and can't tell by the picture) the show was not only called Intimate Apparel, but was about it too ;).
Now I'm home, trying to make my room habitable. All of my stuff, save what I had with me the last 2 weeks, is in storage. I have to go get my clothes, toiletries, and shoes tomorrow, so that I can be all packed for THE New York Trip by Wednesday afternoon. Yikes!!!
Post New York Trip, there will be a family get together to celebrate the graduation, and the purging of my room to turn it from make shift storage for my mom (as it's been for the last 4 years) back into my room that will be a nice place for me to live for the next year.

In Your Face Sucker!!

This post will consist of 3 things. And they are all of equal awesomeness, so don't skip any! Also there will be pictorial narration to go along with them all.

Thing 1: Giraffes are truly an underappreciated animal. They are so cute, and while I wouldn't venture to call them cuddly, oh to hell with it, I think they are cuddly. I would love to have my own baby giraffe. I think I'd name him (or her, I'm not giraffe sexist) Piggy. Actually, that's what I'm naming my next dog.

For one reason or another, I love giraffes. I have this story from when I was a kid. I was like 8 or something, and I was in the upstairs bathroom with my mom, sitting on the side of the tub watching her tweeze her eyebrows or something, and it was Christmas. Here is the conversation:

8 year old deet: oh no, mommy! I forgot to send Santa my Christmas list; he's not going to know what I want! (cuz 8 year olds use semi-colons).
tweezing mom: it's ok, honey. I think Santa knows, and it will be ok.
8 year old deet: but mom, i really really really want a stuffed giraffe for Christmas and I'm not sure Santa knows! What should I do?!? (even at a young age I was trouble shooting like a proper stage manager).
Tweezing mom: carole, dear, (cuz she says things like that-still does), It'll be alright. Santa's really smart, so don't worry.

And guess who DIDN'T get a stuffed giraffe for Christmas that year? Or ever? That's right. And the little 8 yaer old inside me is still upset.

I told this story over CHristmas this year and then again while shopping with my mom (no, no tweezing involved) over spring break. I told her I wasn't sure why I love them, and she informed me that my baby room had giraffes all over the yellow wall paper. Whoa.

Thing 2: THIS IS AWESOME. FOR ALL YOU STRUGGLING ARTISTS OR WHATEVER OUT THERE, READ THIS. i LOVE it.

Thing 3: I painted a caboose today. Bright red. A giant one. It was awesome. I think it is the best job I've ever been assigned at both the Civic and in the SMC scene shop. What's it for, you ask? SCHOOL HOUSE ROCK LIVE! the musical. Complete with exclamation mark.

thats what you want in a...

My mom and I are driving home from doing some retail therapy (her choice not mine) tonight at Keystone. It's raining out and super dark. I'm in the straight/right turn lane and there is a left turn lane next to me. Light turns green. I proceed through the intersection. I'm like 2/3 of the way through the intersection and mom yells "OH SHIT" and I slam on the brakes. What else would I do??? I thought the jerk (I mean, you always just ASSUME he's a jerk) in the left turn lane decided to go straight and was gonna plow into me. I turn to look at my mom and finally hear/see a police car FLYING towards us so I get our ass out of the intersection. Mom starts to yell (not like made yell, just being obnoxious like we are to each other, all in good fun) at me "why the hell would you slow down?!?" "MOM! What am I supposed to think when you just scream OH SHIT at me??!!" It was really quite humorous. after we finished bitching at each other, I realized we could have died and wondered (aloud) if dad would be able to return the massive amounts of Yves Saint Laurent makeup we just bought and get some money back. My brilliant mother (literally, she's a certifiable genius, just not always real bright) says "well, probably not since it would have gone up in flames with us."

That's my mom and I for you :) She also tried to get into a dirty sexual joke banter with me at dinner (at McAlisters', btw) and honestly expected to win. Right. HA.

Also, bought super cute jean skirt at Old Navy today. The best part? More than a size smaller than the last pair of bottoms I bought there :)!!!

TOmorrow=B-town for Fur's birthday and to see his show. Hopefully it stops raining by then.

Peanut Butter Eggs.

Day Number Next of Spring Break 2008. What did I do? Nothing. Again. Well, not nothing. I helped my dad copy DVDs of my comp performance to send to my cast, then went to target to get bubble envelopes to send the DVDs and CDs in tomorrow. Yay :).

Also, I'm pining for The Office to come back. Please, April 10, can't you come faster?
I also looked on Craigslist for apartments in Indy. Jumping the gun? Yes, but I'm just so excited and so ready to do my thing. ya know? And I'm meeting with another theatre in Indy on Tuesday. Prayers please.

I want to cut my hair, although I'm not sure if I'm gonna cut it back to short or just trim it, but I called my hair place today and the girl who has cut my hair for 5 years is on bedrest for her pregnancy and won't be back into work til at least this summer. YIKES. I always used to give my mom shit for driving 45 minutes once a month to get her hair done in Noblesville, now I know why. Although 45 minutes for a hair cut is a little excessive. My person is like 4 minutes away. Damn. What should I do? If you are reading this, I want your advice-on two topics. 1-should I go back to short, flippy hair or let it grow? 2-should I go somplace new or hold out?

I guess you'll have to settle for me...

So some events this week have really helped me to finally keep accepting that things really do happen for a reason.

For a long, long time I was really mad at God for giving my mom cancer a couple of times thru middle school and high school. I blamed Him, wouldn't talk to Him, and was just generally angry with him. When she was sick, I didn't talk to anyone about it. Not even her or my dad. I was miserable (understandably so). It's just really, really hard to find someone to relate to when you're going thru that, and it generally feels impossible. Especially at those ages.

Actually, I keep things in in regards to most problems in my life. I may bitch about things or tell someone (or a lot of people) but I rarely go to someone asking for help, or condolences, or advice. Luckily my closest friends-the fab 5 in naptown-know I do this, and they are pretty good at calling me on it and stepping in.

Anyways, I digress (as usual). I found out at the beginning of the semester that a friend of mine's mother was sick. I didn't find out directly from her, so I was hesitant to say something. Eventually, one day I mentioned I had heard, and told her what I had experienced and that I knew how she was feeling and that it's hard to find someone to relate to and that I am here if she needs anything.

More recently, however, I found out that someone I'm working very closely with is experiencing the same thing. Through my simple understanding of how she feels and knowledge of what she is going through, I have been able to offer her support and condolences that I know from experience she cannot find anywhere else really. Just having someone else who knows how you feel is a huge relief. I know.

Although I know I cannot speak for either of these people to say that I have helped them, but I hope I have, and I will if they need anything at all. It has just been a relief to myself to know that all of those years of pain, and being scared, and sorrow, and anger are finally proving to have happened for a reason. I had to go through it so I could better udnerstand and be there for people I know and love. So...7 years later, I guess I've let God off the hook a little bit.

in darkness in gloom

My dad came home from work today and asked me (whilest laying on the couch watching the office and still in jammies) "why dont you hang out with your friends during the day?" my first thought??? I dont have friends. lol. but in all seriousness, all my home friends are gone right now. One in Cinci, one in Iowa, one with family up north somewhere, and one in NYC. so what's a girl to do but watch the office in her pajamas while reading a good book.

But seriously. Being home with not much to do is making me nuts. I start thinking of things, running things through my mind that I shouldn't, and drive myself insane. They are things that are still on my mind at school, but I don't obsess over them because I have other thigns to do that are sometimes more important, or just important enough for me to be doing. I need to find myself a happy medium here. And by medium, I mean be able to have my mind focused like that while I'm at home. Grrr..

Also, the parents are making me NUTS. My mom in particular. It's just one damned question after another damned question. And she never shuts up. We're sitting watching TV--dad watching and reading, mom reading a catalogue or something, and I;m watching and doing stuff on the computer. What does she do? Start reading shit outloud. It's really frustrating. I know, I sound horrible and mean and terrible. But if you had to experience this too, you'd be going nuts as well.