Tuesday, May 29, 2007

NOT the Hilary Duff movie, people.


Cheaper by the Dozen" is about an efficiency expert who runs his large family the way he runs a factory. Any method he can find to save time or energy, he implements it. Fittingly, the play is as efficient as can be, breezing through three acts and a whole lot of congenial humor, all in only approximately 100 minutes.

The play is set in the 1920s, as remembered by Ernestine and Frank , children #s. 2 and 3 in a family of 12. They are affable hosts as they reflect on their rigidly structured but very happy childhood.

Please call 724-773-9896 to make reservations.

Show times are Fridays and Saturdays at 7:30 p.m. Doors open at 7:00pm.

Plays and comedies are $10 per ticket.

Comtra is pictured on the home page of this site (http://www.comtratheatre.com), and is located on Route 19 North in Cranberry Township, PA, about a mile north of Cranberry Mall and the Pennsylvania Turnpike.

Located next door to Domenico's Restaurant and across the highway from West View Savings Bank. If you're coming from the North, we're on the left side of the road. From the south, we're on the right side.


Come see it!

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

25 Questions.

You're my friend. I'd like to know 25 things about you. Just hit "View My Complete Profile" and pick the 'Email' selection. It'll be confidential. (entertain my ass!) Thanks!

You'll be surprised how much you didn't know about your friends after this!


1. Ever punch someone in the face?

2. How old are you?

3. Are you single or taken?

4. Eat with your hands or utensils?

5. Do you dream at night?

6. Ever seen a corpse?

7. Have you ever wished someone dead?

8. Ever wanted to delete me?

9. Whats your philosophy on life? and death?

10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know about it, what would it be?

11. Do you trust the police?

12. Do you like country music?

13. What is your fondest memory of me? Be honest.

14. If you could change anything about yourself would you?

15. Would you date me?

16. What do you wear to sleep?

17. Have you ever peed in a pool?

18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?

19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?

20. What is your favorite thing about me?

21. Do you think I'm attractive?

22. What's your favorite color?

23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?

24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?

25. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Smokey! Get Out Of That Cat Nip!

Rachel and I went to the pet store today to stalk our GREAT friend Debbie from "Shady Pines" (emphasis on 'shady'), and to buy Rach's cat, Smoky, some cat nip. We had a five minute conversation with the sales lady about it having the same affect as Marijuana seems to have on humans.

Now, the only question left unanswered (I believe Rachel asked this of the pet store woman...)

If you roll it and smoke it, would it have the same affect on us as it does on Smokey?

We may never know. All I know is, Smokey got one and a third ounces for a steal.

Rachel Aileen
:
so the cat's outside getting stoned
Me: haha stoooned kitty
Rachel Aileen: hahah
Me: love it.
Rachel Aileen: I imagine him taking it to the streets. Smokey doesn't come home at night cause he's pushin nip on the corner
Me: he's a pretty big supplier in this area.
Rachel Aileen:so I hear
Me: Hey, don't tell anyone where you heard this from...
Me: but I think the Narc cops are onto him.
Me: I heard some talk. ya know?
Rachel Aileen: oh, man
Rachel Aileen: he's got so much hope..so much goin for him
Rachel Aileen: I never should have got him hooked
Me: You can't blame yourself.
Me: these things start so small...it's not even a blink of an eye before they snowball
Me: have you thought about intervention?
Me: N.A.?
Rachel Aileen: sigh, yes..I have
Rachel Aileen:it's just..so much trouble
Me: Hard to track down guys that'll sit down with him and agree not to encourage his habits?
Rachel Aileen: haha
Rachel Aileen: ah
Rachel Aileen: precisely
Rachel Aileen:I mean he's almost 50 in cat years..he's an adult
Me: he should know better...
Me: and like, it affects them SO much, you know?
Rachel Aileen: he should, it's a little out of control
Rachel Aileen: his tricks are loosing there form
Rachel Aileen: their*
Rachel Aileen: losing*
Me: Really?
Rachel Aileen: he's given up catching mice
Me: Wow, Rach. that's bad.
Rachel Aileen: mhm...
Rachel Aileen: really.
Me: I just...I ... I never thought it would end up like this... :'(
Rachel Aileen: I know...I didn't either.
Me: *sniff* Sorry, I'll try to hold it together.
Me: this has to be so hard on your poor parents.
Rachel Aileen: oh, yes..well..they put it all on me, ya know. I mean he's my responsibility
Me: that's not fair! He's just as much their son as he is your brother!!!
Rachel Aileen: well, he's actually more mine than his
Rachel Aileen: er..theirs*
Me: they have him 9 consecutive months out of the year, though.
Me: you asked them to look out for him.
Me: to take him under their wing!
Me: and what happens?
Me: you come home...and...and...
Rachel Aileen: i know...I KNOWW
Rachel Aileen: OH
Rachel Aileen: ah
Rachel Aileen: the agony
Rachel Aileen: the injustice
Me: WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????????????????
Me: OH WHYYYYY?
Rachel Aileen: I DON'T KNOWWW
Me: *sob*
Me: Check this out.
Me: http://thirdeyedumb.com/2007/04/children_have_begun_artists_ha.html
Rachel Aileen: hahah wow that's awesome
Me: lol
Rachel Aileen is away at 10:04:54 PM.
Me: lol I love you right now.
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Auto response from Rachel Aileen:

Rachel Aileen: I imagine him taking it to the streets. Smokey doesn't come home at night cause he's pushin nip on the corner.
Michelina: You can't blame yourself.
Michelina: these things start so small...it's not even a blink of an eye before they snowball
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Me: and always!
Me: ...and Smokey. God bless him.





We are a special pair, us two.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Only 101 Days to Go.

I forgot how insane my family is. Today was a crazy one, but if I go on and on about that - that would be emo. Instead, I'll talk about happy things. Let me think. Today was a good day, some of it. I've been reading a book called 'Jesus' Son.' It's a compilation of short stories, very good imagery and analogy use. I think that sometimes it takes a really realistic writer to inspire imaginative creativity (no guarantee it'll be HAPPY imaginative creativity, though).

Strands of Fire

Daniel's soon-to-be-wife walked into the cozy restaurant, a whirlwind of creamy snow twirling dizzily around her, only to quickly be sucked up by the vacuum created when the heavy wooden door closed with a satisfying k-chuk. Daniel quickly rose to greet her. After gently lifting off Monique's heavy green pea coat, and seating her in a weighty coal-colored throne, he stole a moment to simply drink in her energy. Enthusiastically chatting away, telling secrets of Christmas shopping, and bridal party dresses, she was completely oblivious to her own charm, the breathtaking delicacy, yet thick power to draw a captive audience of one. He held her beloved in his focus, letting her laughter wash over him.

Daniel couldn't help glancing at Monique's newly manicured fingers as she slipped them out of her black velvet gloves. The ring he presented to her a short two years ago rested on her left hand, the exact picture of elegance. It seemed as though it was only yesterday he was down on one knee, gazing into her dark chocolate brown eyes. He stared at her, and she continued her talk of errands ran throughout the day. Monique brushed the stray strands of fire out of her eyes, and tucked them behind her ear. "By the way," she was choosing her words carefully, leaning over her stemmed glass of red wine,

"I ran into Olivia today while I was shopping for your mom's Christmas present. She and I grabbed some brunch before I went back to shopping. I decided on a small Sapphire bracelet. It was on sale, and her birthday is in September so, that's her birthstone. I think she'll like it, don't you?"

"Back up, cutie. You ran into whom?" To the best of Daniel's knowledge, Olivia moved to Connecticut to obtain her PhD and start her own practice. She moved out of this tired little town ages ago. The charm it holds for Daniel and Monique stifled Olivia.

"Yeah, she's engaged to that guy now...what was his name? You know the one, she's been with him for about five years now, something with a J..."

"Jonathan. Jonathan O'Dae."

"That's right! What a nice guy he is. She's really happy; they're getting married about two months after we are. Isn't that exciting? We had wedding talk, it was great. You know, the girlie things. Oh, and..."

Daniel's thoughts interrupted the flow of conversation. O'Dae. Daniel remembered him all too well. When Daniel left Olivia for the last time (little did he know then that was the end of not only a relationship, but a long-time friendship), Jonathan whisked Olivia off to far away places, even though she still had her apartment just down the street.

Olivia was in the same graduate school program as Daniel. They had similar classes and ended up being semester project partners. When winter break came around, they continued to speak on the phone, and by January, Daniel fell for her. He knew he wasn't her "type", but that she was beautiful and outgoing. He was just quiet, more reserved, not as popular or well-known around campus. However, in March, he made a name for himself and her heart began to flutter faster at the mention of him.

Soon, invited him to her apartment. They were there often. One night, he didn't leave. And the next night, and the next night...they just talked until they couldn't keep their eyes open anymore. They were more than a couple come summertime, more than that, they were best friends. Each at separate internships, yet always bouncing ideas back and forth. She was his stronghold. She saw things, ways to make projects more innovative, and her input improved his performance. She swore he was inspiring her to be something more than just average.

But, time changes things. Time really does change things. People say words they don't mean, and hearts are quite breakable, even in today's day and age. By December, the 'together' status changed to 'apart' and back again almost weekly. At the end, there was nothing more to say. He couldn't be with her, as badly as he desired it to be so; she knew life without him would be unbearable. Begging, pleading, and second chances - all were exhausted.

Daniel moved on, perhaps more quickly than he should have. Monique was his shoulder to cry on and a funny face to make him smile. Months later, Daniel heard of Olivia's new beau, and it was - surprisingly - a shot to the heart. Old wounds were opened and they bled freely. It was so painful; he felt he had to talk to Olivia again.

That ended poorly. And now? They haven't spoken in years, via her request. He heard from former classmates and friends of friends that Olivia was going to be very successful far away from this little town. That was the last he knew of the closest friendship and heaviest heartbreak he ever had.

Her voice was pressing, insisting. Monique reached out and squeezed her almost-husband's hand. "Isn't that great, darling?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, what?" Daniel shook the cobwebs of old memories out of his head, and looked up at her.

"I said, isn't that great, darling?"



Ok, that was only a LITTLE emo. I'm watching Nick @ Nite and typing, so give me a break. It's the best I can come up with while I'm zapping my brain into an oblivion of Carlton doing that weird happy dance he is so good at. Bedtime. Peace, out.