Forty three. The return.

The Messrs. P are back from Morocco where they kept Ramona and JillZarin from setting each other's custom made kaftans on fire.  Little did they know that they would return to temperatures that would melt a camel. 

"Air, Mr. P, I need air!  Good Lord, what fresh hell is this?  Call the Countess immediately - she will resolve this foul mistreatment!"

Forty two.

"Good Lord, Mr. P, what is that?"

Forty one.

"Get DOWN, Mr. P - that is not for you!"

Forty.

'Isn't this nice, Mr. P.  A relaxing day by the water...."

Thirty nine.

"I don't know, Mr. P.  This seems like an awful lot of trouble to go to for some dry corn. I don't care how cute the squirrels look!"

Thirty eight.

"Dear Diary, I never thought this would happen to me...."

Thirty seven.

"Tally ho!"

Thirty six.

"No, Mr. P,  you will NOT have what he's having!"

Thirty five.

"Don't question why the fries and ice cream taste so good when you're sick, Mr. P - just be glad they exist.  And the Snuggie.  Thank God for that, too."

Thirty four.

Recovery.

Thirty three.

"Yes, Mr. P, that is a preferable location to where you usually end up but do please come down from there before I chew off a limb due to anxiety!"

Thirty two.

Oh, Mr. P - this one can borrow my eyelash crimper any time!"

Thirty one.

Getting centered in preparation of this weekend's theatre shenanigans.

Thirty.

The Messrs. make a spring offering to Tara.

Twenty nine.

Fireside chat night!  Tonight, The Messrs. met up with Jim and Gary at Speakeasy to share creations and celebrate the fast-approaching one-month mark of the project.  They met some new friends, got a little frightened a couple times, but came away a lot inspired to keep creating.  Yay, teamwork!

"You know how a pinwheel works, don't you, Mr. P?  You just put your lips together.....and blow."

Facebook. We has one.

The Messrs. were getting so popular, I decided they needed their own Facebook page.  I set it up for them, but they have figured out how to post comments and pictures and the like, so please go Friend them to follow their antics further.

"Good heavens, Mr. P!  We've been poked!"

Twenty eight.

"As romantic an idea as this was, my dear Mr. P, I do believe we have gotten ourselves into an 127 Hours type of situation!  Have you got a pen knife on you?!"

Twenty seven.

"I say, Mr. P - I'm always a glass-half-full kind of fellow when brown liquor is involved."

Twenty six.

Oh, the night went on into the morning on Saturday.  The Messrs. continued to have fun.  Well, mostly fun.....

"For heaven's sake, why do they persist in putting us in here?  Please get me out, Mr. P!"

Twenty five.

After playing with guns, The Messrs. went to a fundraiser at the Hunter-Gatherer brew pub.  These nice folks that work there decided they wanted to do something for the SC Arts Commission, so they got their friends to donate cool stuff for an auction, had a very handsome cowboy auction things off, and then a super-cool band played (not Sex Bob-omb, but still pretty cool).  All that for $5!  As a bonus, the Messrs. got to hang out with some awesome folks.

"Hm.  Corn chips and some schmutz on a fork.  They are classy here, aren't they, Mr. P?"

Twenty four.

The Messrs. played with guns tonight.....

"Oh, Mr. P - that's quite a barrel, isn't it?"

Twenty three.

"I say, Mr. P - is this a kitchen or a science experiment?"

Twenty two.

So, I killed two blogs with one stone tonight and brought the Messrs. P to the bookstore to look at sexy books.

"Please, Mr. P - not so close!  You'll ruin your eyes!"

Twenty one.

On Sunday,  the Messers. P enjoyed some time out in the sunshine before the matinee.

"Isn't the beach nice this time of year?  Wait...."

Twenty.

My dear friend, Lori, came all the way from Nashville, Tennessee to see the show I'm doing [Assassins, running through April 16, 2011 at Trustus Theatre].  We met our dear friend, Paul for lunch and a short tour of 5 Points (where Lori used to live and work, back in the day). 

First stop was Blue Cactus.  I got my usual: Be Bim Bop with tofu, no egg. 

"Please, Mr. P - easy on the hot sauce.  You know I have a delicate constitution!"

Nineteen.

The Messrs. P had a much better time at the theatre tonight.  They got to play around in the make-up drawer and hang out with the fellas.  They are a little over-excited at the moment, but that's nothing a hot toddy and a half a Xanax won't cure.

"Oh, Mr. P - this really opens up your eyes!"

Eighteen.

The Messrs. P. went to the theatre tonight. 

"Mr. P - please come down from there - you're making me dyspeptic."

Seventeen.

Y'all.  I just watched an incredible lecture by Gabrielle Bernstein and Kris Carr on USTREAM.  So uplifting, inspirational, motivational and FUN.  The Messrs. Puffnoodle and Periwinkle were enthralled as well.

Sixteen.

Psst, Mr. P - I do believe she is as messy at work as she is at home. 

Food I Made. One.

This isn't officially on my 365 duty board, but I tend to take pictures of food I make.  You know, when it's pretty and turns out nice and all. Plus, I love my plates. 

Last night for dinner [before my mad dash of postcarding began], I made some lentils, kale, brussels sprouts, and eggplant for dinner and put a picture of it on Facebook.  Like you do.

Today at lunch, I decided I HAD to have sauteed onions, so I cooked some of those up along with some garlic.  Then I threw some nooch in the pan and fried up a few blocks of tofu. I pulled out my leftovers and was ready to assemble: 

And voila, baby!  I delicious plate-licking-good lunch.  Which I immediately followed up with Oreos and a Diet Coke from the vending machine at work.   

Fifteen.

Or: Executive Decision (also the name of my new band). 

I was so looking forward to this evening.  It's the first night off I've had in a while and I was relishing the thought of just hanging at home, chilling out, maybe reading a little. But that didn't happen. I spent 4 hours feverishly making flipping postcard collages.  I was churning them out like it was my JOB. Ugh.

I have also had to look at this for the last two weeks: 

Plus, there are books I want to read.  Things I want to write.  This is just not working out.

So, I have made the decision to change course and try to ENJOY what I'm creating.  I am going back to my original concept.  Following a couple of friends on various adventures.  They are hams and looking forward to it.  They did not enjoy the mess in the main living area either.

Messrs. Periwinkle and Puffnoodle look forward to getting off the shelf.

Fourteen.

Jessica gave me one of my favorite fridge magnets: "I love not camping."  We share a disdain for hot weather, bug bites, and outdoor bathrooms.

Thirteen.

My friend, Robin, is one of the most joyful people I know.  She may call it hyper, but I call it joy.  So there.

Eleven & Twelve.

I can't believe how far behind I fell this weekend!  My next postcards are going out to my creative partners, Gary.....

Notice the Helvetica font....

...and Jim!

 

Thanks for the encouragement and inspiration!  Can't wait till our next fireside chat! 

Behind.

So, it's been a busy weekend.  I opened a show (the kick-ass Assassins playing at Trustus Theatre through April 16), and I'm in Charlotte today for my dad's birthday.

So, no, Gary, I haven't quit!  I've just been terribly busy!  I plan to catch up SOON.

It's happening.

Ten.

You know how there are some people in your life that you know in person for, like, 5 minutes and you have an instant connection?  My friend, Megan, is like that.  I was performing in a show with her brother several years ago and met her in the 'Joyed It Line* and loved her immediately.  I have not been in even the same state with her since then (I am hoping to remedy this with a road trip to Kentucky this summer), but we have carried on an online friendship through MySpace, Facebook and beyond.

She shares my love for all things retro and today, she posted a lovely remembrance of the lovely Elizabeth Taylor.  So, this one's for her. 

 

*Over to the Jenny Wiley Theatre in Prestonsburg, KY, the cast lines up after the show to shake hands with the audience.  Who file through saying, "Enjoyed it.  Enjoyed it."  Thus, the 'Joyed It Line. 

Nine.

This is going out to my friends, Steve and Crystal, based on a conversation Steve and I had after rehearsal tonight.

And because cats are awesome.

Eight.

This one is going out to Toby.  He knows why.

Seven.

This one is going out to my good friend and SAWWWS founder, Becky.  Because I'll bet she feels the same way I do.

Six.

This one is going out to my friend, Leann, in LA.  She is my go-to gal in all matters of the heart (and other parts) and we dish on men quite a bit.  Found this quote and thought the pic fit it perfectly (although I have a feeling Richard Gere is more than man enough for anyone.....).

Four and Five.

Due to a turrible headache yesterday, I decided to take the day of making things.  I doubled up today to finish out missives to my immediate family, my niece and nephew.

At the young age of 11, Jake is a true renaissance man (we've been calling him that since he was about 2): he loves reading, playing the guitar, camping with this dad, kayaking, building incredible things out of Legos, and perfecting his form on his Rip Stick.  He is also incredibly funny, smart, compassionate, and very computer savvy. I did this simple one for him.   I hope he never loses his wonderful sense of adventure.

Then, there's Sadie, a renaissance woman!  She is 6 and loves singing, playing her violin, making up the best stories, and reading.  She has always been a bit of a daredevil - Jake labeled her a "nut" when she was merely months old with his mom's P-touch and I have to admit it still holds.  She is fearless, funny, smart and sweet.  I did this simple one for her.  I hope she continues to seek adventures.

I was originally going to put these in the same envelope and send them together to make sure they both arrived at the same time.  But what's the adventure in that?  I just hope nobody has a fit because one got theirs and the other didn't...I may have to have some Auntie bribe-candy at the ready.....

Sick day.

Woke up today will a killer migraine which kept me in bed until 4:30 this afternoon. 

So, I plan to go to bed early tonight and double up on my projects tomorrow.  Provided the people who have left their dog outside BARKING for the last hour and a half take it in at some point this evening.

Ach.  People.

Three.

I love beer.  So does my brother-in-law.  We do not get to share this often enough.

In October, after a stop at Charlotte's Taco Mac for wings* and beer** with my sister and her husband, we went to a Halloween party that their neighbors were having.  Their neighbors are BIG partiers.  There was a BIG keg.  After much encouragement from my brother-in-law and his friends, I did my first and (thus far) only keg stand.  It was awesome. 

So this one is going in the mail to Josh today.  Thanks, brother!

This one's a little hard to read, so here's the text: 

"I am a firm believer in the people.  If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis.  The great point is to bring them the real facts, and beer." - Abraham Lincoln

Damn, right, Abe.


* I caved and ate some delicious chicken wings.  I was back on the vegan train the next day.
**Though, sadly, not at a table with a beer tap on it - next time.

Two.

You know how you have running jokes in your family?  Well, my sister and I saw a cartoon on Sesame Street or Electric Company or one of those shows once.  It was two little girls who were twins.   This is about how the it went:

Twin One: This is my sister.
Twin Two: This is MY sister.
Twin One: We have the same adorable freckles.
Twin Two: And the same mysterious green eyes.

I don't remember the rest of it, but Jennifer and I latched onto that part of it.  Of course, we have blue eyes, so it's a little different, but you get the gist.

Here's my latest - going in the mail to my beautiful, mysterious, adorably freckled sister today!

BTW - I m not happy about the green Sharpie border.  Apparently, that happened after the Ambien kicked in.

One.

 So, I wanted my first piece of mail to go to my parents because I love them and they are awesome people and they were the first people to know me and all.  I knew I wanted to say "thank you" somehow, but I didn't quite know how.  I came home from work today and started pulling pictures from magazines, thinking I would do a collage. 

And, since I had a pile of cardboard destined for the recycling center, I decided to cut a box down to size and make a postcard. 

 

Then, I realized I was starving, so I heated up the delicious samosas and vegan dumplings that mom sent home with me yesterday.  

 And I had my theme.

Thanks, mom and dad. I love you.