Bleeding Heart

I LOVE this show and LOVED this dance!

But, I don't think Mary and Nigel were complimentary enough...only Adam got it right!

Car-ni-val

The Nativity Carnival is an institution. It comes once a year, and has for the last twenty-eight years (or, so says the recycled poster I have grown so fond of). Anyhow, I am afraid that the older my eyes get, the more they look at the squeaky iron rides with worry instead of excitement. And when I bought my boys cotton candy, all I could think of was Templeton running free at the fair in Charlotte's Web. I had to keep telling myself to be fun, "Be fun, Angie, not a kill-joy...well, try...smile...laugh" But, alas, the "fun" house, was nothing like the "I got chills, they're multiplyin' " experience Sandy and Danny knew in the Greese end-of-school carnival extravaganza. Even black leather pants and the jumpingest hand-jive with the carnies-themselves, wouldn't have distracted me from the need that never ceased...Purell. And thank goodness for the bath I took in it when we left the carnival. Oh, and for the record, we passed on the ferris wheel...but only because I'm not thirteen and making out with my twelve year-old boyfriend.

Verbatim

Chase. Even if you stick
an ax in my head I
will still love you. Nothing can
break my love for you. My
love for you grows a lot
every day! XOXOXOXOXO
XOXO Love James

I don't even know where to begin my commentary; with ax or "nothing can break my love for you"...I love James.

Off-Off Broadway or Jazz Hands

I've been having so much fun singing and dancing and being down right silly as a cast member in a musical production. Here we are back stage in our "Yes, We Have No Bananas" costume - [side note about the fruit on my Carmen Miranda hat...Chase was hoping for fleshy peach but came up empty, but he didn't give up and tried again on the banana resulting in two deep bite marks].

The final show was Friday night...and I'm going to miss rehearsals, and being surrounded by people who really can sing and dance. But, I'm crossing my fingers we can take it on the road...Assisted Living Communities here we come!

Suckers

I've been spending time with the tomato plants that are in the backyard - they are James' actually. You see a few weeks back we each chose something to plant in the garden and have since been watching them grow. Chase's strawberries have been fruitful, and my dill delightful (the carrots, not so much).

James tomatoes are green and growing and take a lot of work. Every few days I remove the suckers. (A sucker is just a young leaf/stem that develops between two tomato stems and a mature leaf - right in the v. If you allow a sucker to grow, it will eventually produce fruit, but it will reduce the size of fruit on the vine above it because it intercepts nutrients coming up from the roots.)

As I snap off those selfish suckers I release the smell of summer, but can't help but think about the process. And, as always, the metaphor jumps out at me...the need to prune the things out of our lives that suck too much energy. The unimportant things that sometimes seem so important.