Another year...

Having spent 6 days with the little man, I can only imagine what the last 25 years have been like for you.

Mothers are special, and often go unnoticed. Their stamina to get through the day is remarkable after their sleepless night. Changing the poopie diaper also deserves an honorable mention. ick. ( I still haven't brought myself to do that.)

Lucky for me, I have one of the greatest mothers of all, and I've seen her pull through some of the hardest struggles a person can face recently. I admire her strength, and yearn for her beauty and elegance. I am so blessed to have such a loving, caring, outgoing, thoughtful and full of life person for my mom.

I loved you yesterday, and I'll love you tomorrow. But today, I celebrate your existence and continue to love you.

Happy Birthday Mom.

It's back to work...

But not for me!!!! I'm here with my awesome family. Wanna see?







Ooo, and for SOME reason I am addicted to a baby. This one:


He is seriously the sweetest thing I have ever seen, held, hugged, kissed, chased AND even cleaned. I love love love him. :) Other than the growing list of "things" that I neglected to do this week including: designing and coding my portfolio, working on my monologue and finishing up the two coding projects I have taken on, I have been lounging on the couch eating sees candy praying that my mouth chewing will help exercise my body enough to loose weight. ha! If only!

Happy working.

Merry Christmas

Hope the season is bright for all!

I Made It to Florida in One Piece

Remember the days when you could sit at the gate with your loved one until their flight took off? There you could tearfully watch their plane depart, and linger at the door gate for seconds more after their departure. Oh, and remember when picking people up from the airport included a joyful hello right at the moment you stepped off that forsaken plane? I think I miss that the most because only everyone in the world knows just how awful it is to sit on a plane -even for 45 min.

Being able to walk into the gate area with all your cloths on is a close second though. I guess my suspect sweatshirt must be screened because someone has found a way to sew some of something dangerous into the thread of my clothing, and only unsuspecting ME would be wearing that sweatshirt. I'm looking forward to the day where we all have to wear airport onesies, and instead of 3-1-1 (liquid rules) signs splashed all over the place, we'll see: arrive one hour early to change into your airplane onesies.

After I managed to make it through the hose down of the security checkpoint and put all my cloths back on, I made it to the gate to sit and wait for an hour. In my favor, I sat in a window next to two normal sized people, but I did struggle with my usual pass out. I usually can instantaneously fall asleep on a plane, but this time, my knee started aching and I could not get comfortable. Is this a sign of my age? I did manage to fall asleep, but my eyes STRUGGLED to open when the landing annoucement came on at approxiametly 7:10am EST.

WHA? I am NOT supposed to be awake this early. I forced my eyes to remain open eventhough the eye glue begged me to keep them shut. I got off the plane, and found my gate for the next plane and I managed to find the only drunk person in the entire city sitting right next to me.

I know! Who gets drunk at 8am in the morning? I mean REALLY??!?! As he began to run his mouth about all the famous people he knows, what it's like to travel all the time, leaving his wife for his new stewartest girlfriend whom he like to marry, the age of his military song that I would be PERFECT for, how he can upgrade me to first class and how he managed to get drunk at 8:00am in the morning, I slowly stared right through him begging BEGGING to board the plane. Lucky me, he's sitting right in front of me.

I managed to shake him when he started chatting up the blonde girl sitting next to him, so, I decided to put on my sweatshirt hood fully convinced that I would now be shielded by the invisibility property the hood provides. I quickly ducked out of the plane and ran towards the baggage claim to be greeted by the comfort of my family.

I'm looking forward to this holiday.

Ms. Chanel, I'm gonna show you up...ok, not really.

So, I gave her a hard time for not writing, and here I am guilty of the same slacker disease. Sister, I think you gave it to me.

In my last last post, I wrote all about how I'm a little discouraged with performing cause basically I got a whole bunch of "oh, you kinda suck." OR my voice teacher giving me a lesson that made me feel like, "are you sure about this Beverley?" To my advantage, I have become a very skilled plant pusher on stage, and THIS time I will receive actor's equity points for plant pushing! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Please, get up out of your chair and do a little dance.

Seriously, I'm not EXACTLY plant pushing, but I would!! Oh, I would push that plant right across the stage, and even shine some shoes to get some equity points. I have tried four times to get into 42nd Street Moon to no avail, but yesterday I got a call offering me a part in the show. I could not be happier.

Actors Equity Association (AEA) offers performers two ways of getting an equity card, Equity Membership Candidacy (EMC) or an equity contract. Achieving a card can be a very difficult and a daunting process, especially for girls. When I graduated college in essentially '04, I began my floundering around. I started to sing with a vocal teacher that tore my vocal chords apart. I went from getting leads to not even getting called back for community theater productions. For the second time, I applied for a spot in the Theatre Bay Area Generals, and I did not get an audition slot.


The theatre bay area generals are an equity only audition. All equity people get slots, and the left over slots are given to non-equity in a "weighted lottery." (yeah right, they pick people.) I started at Pasha saying to him, "I really am an actor, really." So, in January of 2007, I said to my friend, "I'm going to get a spot in the 2008 Generals."

I did. I got a spot. I just got my letter earlier this week. I cried. I know, it's lame, but I cried.

I also got cast in that equity production of COCO. So, going into 2008, I'll have equity points. I'm really really really stoked. What's next? Equity card by the end of 2008?

Yeah, right.

Intro to 2008

me: "Can we get together tomorrow night?"
him: "I have to go shopping for your holiday gift."
me: "Can't you go on Wednesday?"
him: "I don't want it to be so last minute."
me: "It already IS last minute, what's one more day?"
him: "No, it's not. It's a HOLIDAY present... I can give it to you in the New Year."
me: "Perfect. Then just get it after Christmas, and hang out with me tomorrow."

And the Award Goes to....

Mememememmememememememememememememmememe.

I received the director's choice award for my performance in Cinderella. YAY! Don’t worry, I didn’t let it get to my head.

In fact, I’m discouraged. This year hasn’t started out good so far. 4 auditions, 4 callbacks but ZERO roles for me this year. This time last year I was in rehearsal for a show, and cast in one already for the spring. So far, I haven’t been as successful. Granted, I am chasing some harder companies this year…still.

NO is a discouraging word.

I am not down for the count. I have 7 auditions lined up in January. So, here’s hoping that there will be SOMETHING for me this year.