The Text Heard 'Round KC...

Apparently the text message I sent Scott yesterday is "the hit of the convention."  Yes, he shared a text with, apparently, anyone who will listen.  What was this text that has made it the Holy Grail of texts?  You tell me why he's been sharing it with everyone he sees...

"Dave H. has steamer at Expo. (xxx) xxx-xxxx.  Kids had good day.  Ultrasound tech saw my brain thru my vaj and Tess did squirt on the floor.  Chicks good."


I thought this was a completely thorough run-down of the day in 160 characters or less.  Let me break it down for you:

1. Dave H. has steamer at Expo.  Someone called the house with info Scott needed at his convention (they accidentally put our home number on the contact sheet, so I answered several calls from people calling him in Kansas City while they were in Kansas City and likely only two rooms away from him at the convention center). 
2. Kids had good day.  Well, that's pretty clear, I think.
3. Ultrasound tech saw my brain thru my vaj  I had a very complete pelvic ultrasound today to see if anything jumped out as a reason why we are currently infertile.  
4. and Tess did squirt on the floor.  One of the dogs had some diarrhea this morning and I was concerned about her pooping on the floor when I was at work.  For good reason.
5. Chicks good.  The 25 chicks living in our basement are all still alive, cute, and doing a great job eating, sleeping, and pooping.

And now everyone on the USITT conference commission knows all of that about my day yesterday, too.  Maybe it is his revenge for me blogging?? 

You Want It, You Got It

My husband has a freakish love of all things musical theatre.  I don't.  Oh, sure I have done plenty of musicals, but I don't really have the voice of a soloist, so you'll generally find me in the chorus -- which is fine by me, most of the time, the leads don't get to dance and I like to dance.  given the choice, I'd rather do a play than a musical any day.

Can I admit to very likely being the only Midwestern theatre aficionado who has never seen Phantom of the Opera, no have I listened to the entire soundtrack?  Is that legal?  Go ahead... call me a theatre snob.  I'll likely agree with you.

Why is any of this relevant?  My darling husband has a brand new darling favorite TV show.  Oh, yes, I put up with him through his obscenely long Kids in the Hall period.  I tolerate his Chapelle Show compulsion.  I am co-dependent to his The Simpsons addiction.  And I full-on enjoy his The Office fix.

But can I support his current Glee love?  I dunno...  I think it has worn it's welcome.  I think that I need to stage an intervention because now he has got my children conspiring against me, requesting to hear the soundtrack over and over again.  It just goes on, and on, and on, and on....

OK -- I will say that Jane Lynch makes the show.  The rest of the characters?  Well, I can't seem to muster up any sympathy for them.  I don't like them, and not in a good way.  I get tired of the contrivances -- what teen in this day and age is seriously so stupid to believe he fathered a child from hot-tub sperm?  The idiocy is astounding.

The show doesn't go quite far enough to be farce, isn't smart enough to be intellectual humor, and is overripe with twenty-somethings playing teen-somethings belting out songs like they're auditioning for American Idol every day.  I think Simon would agree with me when I say STOP OVER-SINGING.  Just 'cuz you can sing loud doesn't mean you have to -- and that means you, miss Lea Michele.  

Perhaps it is my present crotchety mood, but I simply cannot listen to Matthew Morrison getting his rap on in "Bust a Move" one more time. I'm not Defying Gravity right now and I don't Need Somebody to Love.  I Can't Fight this Feeling Any Longer --  I think I'm gonna bust a disc... but You Can't Always Get What You Want, so it's going to keep spinning until the kids grow as weary of it as I am.  Sigh...

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These are Buff Orpington chicks.  They are currently living in a brooder box in our basement.  There are 25 of them, half of which will become layers, the other half will be broilers when they reach 4-5 pounds.  Yes, it's official -- I AM living in Green Acres...