I'm a little bit late on this...

But I just watched it and scream laughed at work.

Overheard outside of Woolly Mammoth Theatre...

Man - "Is that a movie theAter?"
Woman - "No...it's a theAter theAter...like the Broad-way."

Top 10 on my Ipod...

Today at work, and out of total boredom and curiosity, I looked at my iTunes to see what songs I listened to the most in the past 2 months since receiving this wonderful gift.
The results made me laugh out loud. Especially the number 1 song.
I guess this just means that if you happen to see me walking my dog, or walking downtown to my job from the Metro, yes...more often than not....
I'm listening to Xanadu.
How embarrassing.

10) Who's Minding the Store? by Diane Reeves
9)Grey Gardens by Rufus Wainwright
8)Addicted by Amy Winehouse
7)Too Close for Comfort by Diane Reeves
6)You Can't Reason with a Headless Man from Disney's Legend of Sleepy Hollow
5)Come to Your Senses from tick, tick...BOOM!
4)Johnny Can't Decide from tick, tick...BOOM!
3)The Man that Got Away by Judy Garland
2)Me and Mr. Jones by Amy Winehouse
1)Xanadu by Olivia Newton John


The number one song is...

It's around 3 O'Clock...is Robert Goulet in your office?

Buddha Speaks!

Buddha has written an end of Summer reflection over at his website. Check it out, and give him some luvins!

tick...tick...

Look for this ad in the City Paper this week!
Cool stuff!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARCUS!!!

Hope you are enjoying your day!

Spooky Clouds...

This evening, while walking Buddha, and talking on the phone to my Mom, I saw that someone had released a handful of balloons into the air. I had my camera with me, and snapped a photo. I followed the trail of the balloons, and snapped another...









I thought, hmmm...those clouds are dark...I pulled my eye away from the camera and saw this....




















and then towards my house, I saw this....














Yikes!




I checked the radar, and apparently, this storm was just on its way to become a bigger one somewhere else, as it passed by me with just a few threatening rumbles, but according to the radar, blew up red to my east.
I was spooked at how quickly the clouds rolled up on me while out walking. Most of these photos were taken after I put Buddha inside. I didn't want him to be spooked.














But look at him. He always looks spooked!
Talk later...
SGS

A Restful Sunday...

Baths taken: 2...so far.
Cups of Chamomile Tea drank: 4
Chores done: not many. I reloaded and switched out my ipod...does that count? Oooh...I am gearing my ipod up for my favorite time of year (need I even speak it by now?) These are some of the things on my ipod that are getting my mind in the lovely frame of All Hallows Eve:
1) You Can't Reason with a Headless Man - from Disney's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
2) This is Halloween - The Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack
3) Psycho Theme
4) Twilight Zone Theme
5) The Shining Theme (Opening Credits)
6) Various Selections from Evil Dead the Musical (Thanks, Donna)
7) The Mercury Theatre on the Air's Broadcast of H.G. Well's "The War of the Worlds"
Reading done: I'm starting Lisey's Story by Stephen King...I am a few pages in.
Horror movies watched: 3, again, so far...
1) Psycho (the original, of course)
2) The Blair Witch Project (still good, I think.)
3) The Last Broadcast (cheap ending, but it's fun getting there).
4) Currently watching Ice Spiders. (Horrible, but I'm digging the ridiculousness of it!
Hmmm...what else? I think I might sew a pillow or two later. If I feel up to it. I'm sure I'll write about it if I do.
Peace out,
SGS

Till Next Week...

I pushed my trip home one week, because I am just not feeling myself right now. I got a late start this morning, and by the time it was time to leave, I wouldn't really have much time at all at home. So, I will just rest myself today, and plan on next weekend. At this rate, I would have been there for less than 24 hours anyway. Ugh.
I hate feeling like I let myself down. Or others.
Ugh.

Texas has a Whore House in it...

LORD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS!
We had the reading of Whorehouse tonight in front of an audience of friends, and the composer, Carol Hall. It went fantastic!
From the hysterical portrayal of Doatsy Mae by Channez McQuay to Sherri Edelen's heartfelt Ms. Mona, to Tom Simpson's understated old boy Sheriff, to Ed Dixon's giggle inducing Governor of Texas, to Amy McWilliams' touching portrayal of Ginger, the show was a hit!
Carol Hall loved it! It was so fun and touching, and to be in the company of so many talented local DC actors doing their thing was truly a treat.


I only hope that this show will go to full production soon. From the small audience (about 50)'s reaction, it would be a sell out hit.
It was nice to have something to concentrate on, what with everything in my life being what it is right now. The music of this show is infectious, and will remain in my head for quite some time. I hope that I will have the chance to do it for real in the future.
Talk soon,
SGS

208

While I was home this past weekend, my Mom and I were looking through my headshots. We came to photo 208, then moved past it, as it wasn't particularly a good shot to use as a headshot. My mom said, "Wait, go back to that one...#208"
I did. I saw immediately why she wanted me to. To the left of my head in the picture is an image created by shadows through the leaves on the rock. It looks like the face of my Rusty. These photos were taken the night before he went to the doctors.
We called my Dad in to see...he thought that I had put a picture of Rusty in the background, or had doctored the photo. I told him that I had not, it was just shadows on the rock. We all sat and took the image in.
So strange.
208. The numbers added together are Rusty's age.
I don't know what it means, really. It's funny, but Rusty has even been in that park before where we took the headshots.
I would like to think that it means that he will always be here, watching over me.

2 Years on the the 20th...

2 year anniversary. What did I do tonight? The Signature theatre has a clue over here.
I have missed my 2 year anniversary of this blog.
This man is the only one I am thinking of..

That is where my heart is.

Happy Birthday, Stevie Cupo!!!

(pictured here as Lord Abe in Pacific Overtures at Signature Theatre, 2005 - Photo by Carol Pratt)
Happy Birthday, Mister!

My Rusty

Me and the boy, around 2002. (Old Fairlington Townhouse...Hedwig era)










I think that this was his first or second Christmas...Not sure. I used to put that same bow on our cat Pokie's neck, and then on our cat Pumpkin's neck. It looked the best on my sweet boy. (the cats HATED it. He seemed to wear it with pride, as you see in this flirty, poser picture) (He's a model, I swear)














Me, Rusty, and Daddy down at Old Town, again, circa 2002 (Spring by the looks).













Rusty giving Katie (My brother James' dog some luvins. He loves her!











Me and my boy on the "Exorcist" steps in Georgetown. The only time in all my years here that I actually visited these iconic steps. My boy and I had quite a work out, going up and then down again!














Me, Mom, and Rusty...Judging the timeline of hair color and tee shirt, I'd say that I had just finished Hedwig (hence the proud display of tee shirt), but was about to do Footloose at Shenandoah (hence the hair).














Him giving his best model gaze...He truly is a gorgeous animal. Blonde and beautiful. That gorgeous gaze will never leave me.
Everyone keep pouring the positive power of prayer and thought my family's way. We appreciate it.
Goodnight all,
Luv, SGS

My Buddy

Well, I talked to my friend, Kara Tameika Watkins, and she is going to go home with me to see Rusty this weekend. This way, she can drive home, and my family won't have to worry about me driving back upset. I thank God for being blessed with such wonderful friends. Having her with me will ease the stress and strain of the whole trip. I dug through my old photos and found a bunch of my little boy. He is such a clown! I scanned a bunch in, and will post more later, but here are a bunch of cute photos that I had to post. (I bet you haven't seen these in awhile, if ever, Mom).
I'll write more later.

Rusty

Our Family Dog (Me, Mom, and Dad), Rusty, who is only 10 years old is in poor health. He has a cantaloupe sized tumor in his chest. The tumor has pushed his esophagus up to around his spine. He hasn't been eating well due to this. He probably doesn't have long. I am going home this weekend to say my goodbye to my best boy (besides Buddha). It will be unbearable. I don't know if I even have the strength, but I have to do it. I like dogs more than I like people. This dog is the sweetest boy you could ever imagine. This is all so sudden, it rocks my whole being. I cannot tell you how incomprehensible it is. I cannot believe that I am going to drive up to PA to say goodbye to my little buddy this weekend...what is harder to believe is that I will have to drive away, and how will I do that? How do you say a tangible goodbye? A certain goodbye.
I can't even imagine how hard it will be.
I thought that I would not even suggest this possibility to my parents, because I didn't think that I could bear it. Then I thought of how much my little Rusty lights up when he sees me. This thought ate at me. It is my duty to go and see him and say my goodbye to him. He is as close as a brother to me. How could I just stay here and prefer my memory of him to the truth of how he feels? That would be a selfish decision on my part. Part of being an adult (as I am learning) is putting your own emotions aside to do the right thing for someone else.
I owe my boy this visit.
He was my first dog. We had other dogs all growing up, but my Rusty was my first dog that I identified as my own. He slept in my bed, and was my special boy. He was the first "Inside Dog" that we had. When I left for college, he became the replacement son for my parents to take care of. I cannot imagine the world without him in it.
These animals become such a part of you that you cannot imagine.
I know that Rusty does not have a promising outcome. His outcome is in fact terminal, however, I ask all of you who might read this to say a little prayer for my Rusty. Pray that he is not suffering any pain. Pray that he is not in any discomfort. Pray for my family, that we can process all of this and make it through ok. My Dad has gone through so much lately, and this amazing dog is his little baby. Pray for all of us. Please. We would appreciate it.
This sad song is kind of how how I feel tonight...

I'm sick of feeling this way, but see no immediate way out of it.
Sorry folks.
To quote the Sarah MacLauglin song..."Hold on...hold on to yourself...this is gonna hurt like hell..."

SGS

NEW HEADSHOT...SAMPLE 3

And this one...What do you think?

NEW HEADSHOTS...Sample TWO

And This one...

New Headshots...Sample One

What do y'all think of this one?