my weekend at the thea-tah

This was a pretty theatrical weekend for me. Friday night I went to see Wit at Hole in the Wall, starring my friends and fellow thespians, Todd and Alan. It's a play about a woman who is dying of ovarian cancer - you know, a show that's just begging to make you laugh. I jest- but actually, there were a decent number of humorous moments, as promised. The woman playing the lead character was excellent - so many lines to memorize and so many emotions to cover - I definitely don't think I'm ready for that level of performing yet. In fact, I know it. Todd and Alan were very good, although Todd's character was kind of a jerk. Well, maybe not a jerk -just obsessed with his career. Anywho, there are a couple of weekends left, so go see it.

Yesterday my mother and I took our annual trip to New York City to see a show. This year we went to see The Drowsy Chaperone. It's about a man who loves old-time Broadway musicals, and while listening to a recording of one of his favorites, it comes to life in his living room. It's very clever, especially the parts that poke fun at theater itself. The first line made me laugh - "I hate theater." A great way to start a show! The weather was good for our trip, which was a miracle, because usually it pours. My mother bought the impending baby a little Yankees outfit, which is sure to enrage all of the Red Sox fans in my life.

Today I've been cleaning like a madwoman and trying to get ready for our trip. We have a couple of different people staying at our house and it really needs a cleaning. Tonight I have to stop by Grease rehearsal to drop some stuff off (thereby completing my theatrical weekend). We leave on Tuesday, so if I don't blog before then, have a spectacular week!

holy freaking crap

I just signed up for a childbirth class.

do you know the way to San....Diego?

I think we're all about done looking at that picture of my gut, huh?

Once again, I've been remiss in my blogging. I've been busy planning a couple of trips. The first comes on Saturday when my mother and I take our annual trip to NYC to see a show. We're going to see the musical The Drowsy Chaperone, which is supposed to be pretty good. Of course, and as it happens every year, it looks like it's going to be a rainy day. I'm curious to see how I fare in New York with my need to find a bathroom every 15 minutes (more glories of being pregnant). I'm sure we'll have fun.

Next week, Greg and I leave for a week in San Diego. We were there a couple of years ago and really found it to be the best place on Earth. It's nice that we agree about how much we both love it too. I'm nervous about being so far away (because I'm pregnant, not because I'm going to get homesick - although I will miss the dogs) but I look forward to getting away. It's been a pretty stressful few months.

Not to compete with Alan's high level of nerdiness on his blog lately, but I was very excited to see that one of my all-time favorite websites, weather.com, has switched from their winter picture to a nice floral picture, reminding me that today is the first day of spring. Happy spring, everyone!

remember me?

Remember me? Yeah, I'm the one who writes this here blog. I'm sorry I've been so absent - basically, I feel very boring lately and I don't want to put people to sleep with my blog entries.

For those of you who don't get to see me much, you can see by the picture here that I'm actually starting to look pregnant. For a while there I was riding that fine line of "do I look fat or pregnant?" but now I think I've rounded the corner to where strangers will think I'm pregnant. Not that I have anything against being fat, because, well, I've been fat before too, but I've been growing this baby for 21 weeks now, and I want something to show for it! Plus I hear people are nice to pregnant ladies.

You know who wasn't very nice to me? The jackhole who stole all of my CDs out of my car last night. Because I'm an idiot, I didn't lock my car doors. Well, maybe it's the daylight savings time or maybe it's the fact that it was very warm yesterday, but the local morons were obviously out in full force last night. Not only did they steal about 15 CDs, they also stole the box of Frosted Flakes I bought after work to bring into work today (I often like to eat cereal for lunch, mainly because it doesn't make me sick). I lived in not-so-nice sections of New Britain and Hartford, and no one ever touched my car. I move to lovely suburban central Connecticut and this is the second time someone has helped themselves to what was inside.

Can you see Junior in the background of that picture of me, looking so excited about his impending little sister? Don't let his casual stance fool you. While writing this blog entry, I heard him and Jimmy arguing over something in the living room. I went out there and sure enough, they were fighting over an Atomic Fire Ball that Junior took off the kitchen counter, got out of its wrapper, and was proceeding to eat. Luckily I was able to pry it out of his mouth before he really was able to eat much of it, because I can't imagine how one of those candies would feel as it was traveling down the gullet of a Great Dane. Or how that agony would most likely manifest itself all over the rug.

CCSU is playing tonight in the NCAA tournament! Whoo hoo - go, alma mater! I mean, there's not a chance in hell that they'll win, but still. We CCSU alumni have been standing in the shadows of UConn for long enough. And where's the UConn men's team now? Huh? Huh? Yeah, sitting home and watching TiVo like the rest of us, I bet.

Have fun in the snow tomorrow!

it's freezing out there, and all I see is pink

I know my title doesn't make much sense, but I swear, the sub-zero temps hasn't frozen my brain. It's just that the two topics occupying my brain right now is the cold and something pink-related.

First off- dang, it's cold! I am so glad that spring is almost here. If it were December or January, this weather would be much more depressing. But I think we can tough out some cold if we know we'll be wearing flip-flops and capris soon - oh God, I can't wait.

The other thing is - as most of my beloved readers know - I had an ultrasound on Monday and found out that I'm having a girl - which I totally 100% suspected anyway, but at least I know my girl-vibes were valid. I have been asked why I am not blogging more about the whole baby/pregnancy thing, and mostly it's because a lot of it is personal stuff I'd rather not put out on the Internets - we've had some issues, we continue to have issues, but things looked good yesterday and she's moving around like a maniac! It's crazy to feel this alien being inside me squirming around. What a nut. We have a name picked out but it's top secret until July.

That's all for now. Off to go try to find some pants that fit.

my Hollywood boyfriend does it again

Last night we went to see Zodiac, starring my Hollywood boyfriend, Mark Ruffalo (and some other people, like Jake Gyllen-whatever and Robert Downey Jr). It was really really good. Although the movie was well over two hours, I never got bored. It was based on the real life story of the Zodiac killer, who was a serial killer in California in the late 60s-early 70s. They never completely solved the mystery of who it was, so it's not like the movie has a nicely wrapped-up ending. But still, it was really interesting. And although Mark Ruffalo had terrible sideburns and an even worse wardrobe, he was still great. And the other people were good too. Go see it!