I don't feel old enough to be old enough.
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stoney321I just got blown off my feet twice, trying to exercise outside. It's Wind, my arch nemesis. *shakes fist* One day, Wind. One day!
Yesterday, pre-Superbowl, I had a photo-shoot for this latest movie that I'm in called St. Nick.
In it, I'm the mother of two kids, and I wasn't told their ages before meeting them. I was a little panicky that they'd be older teens, or something. (The premise of the movie is these two kids run away, are gone for a month, and there's not a real reason why they run away.) Fortunately, they're a few months younger than my oldest two (11, 9) so we got along just fine and I didn't have to worry about looking old enough to be the mother of two 16/17 year olds.) The little girl gave me a big squeeze when I left yesterday, since "we won't be seeing each other until you're mad at me." Translation: our next shoot involves me angry and weeping over her returning with her brother.
My "husband" is a tall, nerd-ish suburban type in appearance. Nice guy, laid back and funny, so that's a bonus. He's considerably older than me, so I don't know if it means I can play against age-type, or I look older than I am. Which I wanted when I was 20, not so much in my 30s.
Bonus: there will be no tacky, long, 3 inch fake nails or sloppy kissing of an... icky older man with a mustache. I CALL IT A WIN.
The movie is a lot like an Altman movie, or a Christopher Guest piece: a loose outline and improv'ed from that point (but it's not a comedy piece.) Kind of scary, but mostly exciting. Haven't done improv in a while, but if a 9 year old can do it, pffft. I'll totally kick her ass at it. (Haha, that makes me think of "I can draw better than your kid." So damn funny.)
The Mister was in the doghouse last night because he was being sneaky, imo. TWICE he had groups of people scheduled to come to our house for parties. And told me as they got there in the first instance/a few hours before they arrived in the second. Both on Superbowl Sunday. Uh... hope you like partially stale tortilla chips and a distinct lack of party food! "No, no, they're not expecting anything." Well... that's just what they're getting, so ALRIGHTY.
(He thought I wouldn't know about the first group, because they were scheduled to come while I was at the photo shoot. At least I had cleaned the bathrooms earlier that morning. Good hell!)
(ENTRENOUS: DO NOT READ THIS PART.) Tomorrow the Mister and I are going to this fabulous Chinese restaurant for lunch that does not have a menu in English. They have saucy-tripe, which is my new most favorite thing. Um... it is so delicious it's not even funny. Yes, I know what it is. I'm southern. I don't care. DELICIOUS!! Also, they have soupy dumplings, those taro-whiskery biscuits that have meat/veggie filling, and whatever else they put in front of me. Barring chicken feet (there's no meat there) I'll pretty much eat anything. Mmmmmm.
I'm off to procrastinate by looking at cat macros. \o/
Yesterday, pre-Superbowl, I had a photo-shoot for this latest movie that I'm in called St. Nick.
In it, I'm the mother of two kids, and I wasn't told their ages before meeting them. I was a little panicky that they'd be older teens, or something. (The premise of the movie is these two kids run away, are gone for a month, and there's not a real reason why they run away.) Fortunately, they're a few months younger than my oldest two (11, 9) so we got along just fine and I didn't have to worry about looking old enough to be the mother of two 16/17 year olds.) The little girl gave me a big squeeze when I left yesterday, since "we won't be seeing each other until you're mad at me." Translation: our next shoot involves me angry and weeping over her returning with her brother.
My "husband" is a tall, nerd-ish suburban type in appearance. Nice guy, laid back and funny, so that's a bonus. He's considerably older than me, so I don't know if it means I can play against age-type, or I look older than I am. Which I wanted when I was 20, not so much in my 30s.
Bonus: there will be no tacky, long, 3 inch fake nails or sloppy kissing of an... icky older man with a mustache. I CALL IT A WIN.
The movie is a lot like an Altman movie, or a Christopher Guest piece: a loose outline and improv'ed from that point (but it's not a comedy piece.) Kind of scary, but mostly exciting. Haven't done improv in a while, but if a 9 year old can do it, pffft. I'll totally kick her ass at it. (Haha, that makes me think of "I can draw better than your kid." So damn funny.)
The Mister was in the doghouse last night because he was being sneaky, imo. TWICE he had groups of people scheduled to come to our house for parties. And told me as they got there in the first instance/a few hours before they arrived in the second. Both on Superbowl Sunday. Uh... hope you like partially stale tortilla chips and a distinct lack of party food! "No, no, they're not expecting anything." Well... that's just what they're getting, so ALRIGHTY.
(He thought I wouldn't know about the first group, because they were scheduled to come while I was at the photo shoot. At least I had cleaned the bathrooms earlier that morning. Good hell!)
(ENTRENOUS: DO NOT READ THIS PART.) Tomorrow the Mister and I are going to this fabulous Chinese restaurant for lunch that does not have a menu in English. They have saucy-tripe, which is my new most favorite thing. Um... it is so delicious it's not even funny. Yes, I know what it is. I'm southern. I don't care. DELICIOUS!! Also, they have soupy dumplings, those taro-whiskery biscuits that have meat/veggie filling, and whatever else they put in front of me. Barring chicken feet (there's no meat there) I'll pretty much eat anything. Mmmmmm.
I'm off to procrastinate by looking at cat macros. \o/
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:12 pm (UTC)BUT will we still get to see your bra? Because if so, then that, my dear friend, is a win for *us*.
And told me as they got there in the first instance/a few hours before they arrived in the second. Both on Superbowl Sunday.
Ooo, Mr. Stoney FAILS at being smooth. *deducts points from Why Mr. Stoney is Awesome list*
Hey, guess what I'm missing today? YOU.
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 06:29 pm (UTC)Though Mr. fiveandfour is in the same boat for doing the exact same thing to me, only on a weekday, after working all day, when the house was in its most - shall we say? - "natural" state.
::Huff:: Men!
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:35 pm (UTC)My husband pulls that invite-y thing, too. We need to make that sort of crap stop. He doesn't care if the house is a mess and there's nothing to snack on, but I go into total panic mode.
That "I can draw better than your kid" is freaking hilarious.
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:35 pm (UTC)You will not see me in a bra, for this is a family piece, and not a Flowers in the Attic type family. (Or a Hotel New Hampshire family, har.)
HI HI LEE! Oh, and the first group involved MY IN LAWS. AND BABIES. <-- my house was not in a baby-proofed state. >:(
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 06:37 pm (UTC)Fortunately I had cleaned up some the day before for a b-day party for my son, but STILL. It was AFTER a gathering. And with three animals, and three pets... *g*
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:39 pm (UTC)Guys don't get that we have pride in our nests. I mean, if they're close friends, I don't care. (Did you come to see me or my house?) But when they're people YOU DO NOT KNOW... Bah. His male friend might not have cared, but you can bet his wife noticed the lack of trash being taken out, muddy shoe prints on the carpet, laundry piled in the hallway. *cries just remembering*
(Isn't that so funny? His whole website is like that - acerbic and in-your-face, but in a sarcastic manner.)
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Date: 2008-02-04 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 06:59 pm (UTC)I speak NO Chinese. Or Vietnamese. Or English, if you look at my unedited posts. Hee! I just point at stuff and let them feed me whatever.
Now, I had the non-saucy tripe and it was just alright. Light meat flavor. The kind with the sauce? Tastes of foie gras, no lie. But then, only half of my Asian gang that feeds me what the hell ever eat tripe, so...
(I'm impressed with your learning Japanese!)
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Date: 2008-02-04 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 07:09 pm (UTC)He's done the same thing to me with HIS FAMILY. Yeaaargh! Who wants their spouse's Grandmother trucking through the house without benefit of a Level 4 wipe down, at a minimum?
My only comfort on those days when I've come home to find him with some other guys hanging out is that at least they've been hanging out with the benefit of a steady stream of liquor pouring down their throats for a good few hours. Lessens my embarassment factor considerably on the housecleaning issues, though of course it raises the odds of embarassment in the TMI zone.
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Date: 2008-02-04 07:31 pm (UTC)Was Mr. S so excited by the Superbowl that he temporarily lost his mind? What was he thinking?
I hope to have lunch with Entrenous Thursday and we're thinking of going to a Chinese restaurant. But it won't be as good as yours, I know.
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Date: 2008-02-04 07:46 pm (UTC)I guess! I mean... I have no idea. He really thought, "These are all laid back people [he must not know his mother, oh! i have a new tale after this] so they won't care that our house looks "lived in." Anne, there was LAUNDRY in the hallway, waiting to be washed. (I make my piles/sort there, so it's in my face so I can't leave it.)
I know all sorts of great Asian places (including Indian!) to go to whenever you get to come back down for a visit. MmmmmmMmmm. Aww, give Entre a squishy hug from me. And then hug yourself from me, too.
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Date: 2008-02-04 07:48 pm (UTC)Well, alrighty, then! SO happy to have your thoughts on yaoi. :D I just laugh now, because my GOD she's a miserable woman.
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 08:21 pm (UTC)*tethers you down* The winds seem to be kicking up all over. Which always makes me want to sing Oklahoma. Unfortunately, I know only that one bit of the chorus, which leaves the performance lacking a certain something, i.e. lyrics.
So much excitement going on!
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:30 pm (UTC)0_o Did the mister have superbowl feeeeever? Because heee, oh noes, I can imagine that you were awesome and friendly to the guests and everything was fine and everyone was happy, but afterwards saying, "omg, what were you thinking?" Because of course you'd want to have food on hand and have cleaned, etc., and oh noes.
I have skipped the part I was told to skip! *is A++++ at following instructions*
I love the name of your icon. HEE!
Date: 2008-02-04 08:42 pm (UTC)It's an exciting story, I'm really pleased to be doing something "serious." I mean, you know me. I love the funny, but I can actually "act" and it's gratifying to be able to (hopefully) show that.
I was SO like that! He was all hang dog and 'but! but!' and I was firm with my early Willow resolve face and he promised to NEVER EVER do that again. (J, there were piles of laundry in the hallway!! *cries*)
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:43 pm (UTC)Also, HEEEE! Your icon rocks.
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:44 pm (UTC)Re: I love the name of your icon. HEE!
Date: 2008-02-04 08:44 pm (UTC)ACK! Couldn't he have tossed them into the bedroom and shut the door? Oh, Mister Stoney!
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:48 pm (UTC)He was been most contrite today, though. I think he'll be out of time out by this evening, I'm just not sure. :)
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:49 pm (UTC)The movie sounds like it'll be really good, and the improv part is something you'll be able to get your teeth into and then some. I suggest breaking out into song and dance, "My children have goooone, I'm so aloooone...", and then you can do an interpretive dance based on your drug/drink addiction and have the movie be all about you, which is the ways things should be any way.
Hmmm, chinese food. You can use the chicken feet as toothpicks.
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Date: 2008-02-04 08:51 pm (UTC)The whole thing is totally reminding me of a kid who invites all his friends over at once, and is like "YAY!" as they all troop in the back door with him, but when it is pointed out to him that this is not the best way to go about having guests is all like, "DDDDD:" Heee!
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Date: 2008-02-04 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 09:21 pm (UTC)Is it very spicy? Because I've tried tripe, and just, well, EW and blah and kind of blech, along with other Bill the Cat noises. But if it were spiced up and covered up and mixed in with something else...maybe.
Mutual icon love! Love that.
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Date: 2008-02-04 09:55 pm (UTC)I REALLY like the idea of an interpretive dance. I'm seeing ribbons, twirling with abandon, much like my feelings. Or I can be a clown, but point to a single tear on my cheek. What's this? A clown crying? Then I can release a red balloon. Oh, wait. This isn't an obscure French film from the 60s.
I do support your idea of the movie being about me. I'll knock those kids out of frame every time we're on camera together. *plots*
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Date: 2008-02-04 09:56 pm (UTC)(No worries, I'll get to it when I know I won't have little peepers coming in to see what Mom's up to. 2 were home sick today...)
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Date: 2008-02-04 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-04 10:32 pm (UTC)When you're doing your emotional angry improv reunion scene don't forget to grab her by the shoulders and shake her a lot, maybe bang her head up against the nearest table/wall. That way while she's recovering from the concussion means many, many more tasty lines/scenes for you. Maybe something where you sit by her hospital bed, crying, holding a...wait for it, RED BALLOON!
Mind. Blown. 4. Reals!
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Date: 2008-02-05 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-05 02:05 am (UTC)I think I would try the birds nest soup if it was offered. No, I'm very sure I would try it if it was offered. (I learned from Indiana Jones that you eat what you're offered. HEE.) Will it become my most favorite dish? Most likely not. *G*
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Date: 2008-02-05 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-05 03:31 am (UTC)The movie sounds cool. I hope you don't forget the little people as you continue to claw your way to fame and fortune.
I often go to Chinese restaurants where the menu isn't in English. Best kind of place, imo. And I like chicken feet - it's just an excuse to eat chicken skin and who doesn't like that?
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Date: 2008-02-05 02:40 pm (UTC)I had this thing about feeling weird trying to order stuff in places like that, like I was taking too much time and ruining the smooth order of things. (I have issues.) But now? It's all about the grub. (And hahaha, that's what's yummy about chicken feet. mmm, skin.)
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Date: 2008-02-05 11:16 pm (UTC)