You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you

My life might be returning to normal sometime soon.  This play is almost over and while I will be involved in the next one (I'm producing - how fancy is that?!), I will be pretty far removed from any politics and drama that arises offstage.  Because, I gotta tell you, THIS play has been ridiculous.  So ridiculous that I might be playing a part for the final weekend.  Why?  Because two of our actors aren't speaking to one another and there's a chance that one (or both) of them won't show up for the performance tonight.  What's really bad is that's not even the worst thing we've had happen in the course of this show.  You would not believe how stressed the whole thing has made me.   And yet, this is my hobby.  Something I do for fun.  I never realized that I had such masochistic tendencies before!

Other than the play, Husband and I have been kinda homebodyish lately.  It's weird, for someone who's life is as nonexciting as I profess mine to be, I seem to be out and about a lot.  But this week I've gotten to catch up on projects and read and spend quality time with the husband.  In fact, I've been a little bit of a Qwenni-homemaker.  The house has maintained an overall tidy appearance ALL week (tidy being the operative word, not spotless, I said I'd been a homemaker, not a miracle word), I've cooked some very nice 'from scratch' dinners and even managed to get a bit of baking in.  It's actually been really nice. 

The kitten is doing well, she's reached a pound in weight and has started pouncing everything she sees.  I'll try to add a current picture soon, because she's gotten more adorable  (plus, I like the notoriety that comes with having a 'featured photo' on Xanga!). 

My job is still crummy, but as someone pointed out to me the other day, I should at least be grateful I have a stable paycheck in today's economic climate.  So I'm trying.  It helps that they appear to have lifted the Xanga ban on our internet servers!  However, my photography business is actually doing ok.  I did a maternity shoot a couple of weeks back that turned out phenomenal (if I do say so myself).  I'll let you know when I've gotten clearance from my client to post some on my website.

And.... I think that exhausts my stores of conversation fodder.  I told you that I was boring like that.  I hope everyone has a fantastical weekend!

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Do me a favor
And tell me what you think about me
Tell me how you want this to be
Go out on a limb and just dream

It's amazing how sometimes in moments that are otherwise filled with calm and quiet (say after a really nice Sunday when your husband is sleeping peacefully beside you) your mind somehow begins pulsing with anxious, restless activity.  I'm fully aware that I should be sleeping and content, and yet... I'm awake and strangely filled with anxiety.  My head hurts and my tummy is in knots... and I absolutely do not know why. 

Believe me, I've had plenty of those nights where I sit and stress about a certain problem or dilemma in my life.  I'm one of those people who takes a problem or a situation and turns it over in my head like a worry stone until I know every crevice and detail of it.  But this is not like that.  It's just the vague feeling that something isn't quite right and sleep continues to elude me.  Of course, the more I stress about not being able to sleep, the less sleepy I become and I can't stand warm milk... so here I am. 

How about any of you?  What causes your sleepless nights?  Is it stress or is it anticipation?  Do you find yourself revisiting your day or planning for your next one?  What do you do when you just can't seem to shut down? 

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Love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might walk your sissie dog
Or hold your purse in the mall, but remember... I'm still a guy

My husband told me a few years back that  if I brought home another animal he'd divorce me (I have a problem leaving sad and abandoned looking animals where they are - at one point we had 5 cats and 2 dogs).  So.... needless to say, he wasn't too thrilled about the arrival of a kitten (from a cat we'd thought was fixed, no less).  Before the baby even came he gave me a 'talking to' about how we're not to get attached and we're not going to keep a kitten and so on.

Guess who has become very attached to our little Mini Z?  I'll give you a hint, he's 6'0, built like a bear and looks kinda scruffy and tough but really he's actually a gigantic marshmallow of a softie. That's right, my husband has gone a bit gaga over a tiny little kitten.  Though, if you look at the pictures below perhaps you'll see that it would be kinda hard NOT to love something so helpless and adorable.  I think that the adorableness may have rubbed off on J because the fact that he's been so protective and concerned about the wellbeing of our unplanned new addition is dead sexy.

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