i am still in my pajamas. after days and weeks of non-stop activity, most of the stuff i have to do for the show is donedonedone. i need to pick up mike cables, some dip, and some ice. that's it.
yippee! i am watching tv today, and tidying on commercial breaks.
Friday, February 27, 2009
The Power of Prayer
I just want to tell you, i believe in the power of prayer. This whole process of directing a show at Cypress Christian has been an arduous one, capped by finding out Wednesday at noon that my lead actor was dropping out. I found out just before going in to Ash Wednesday service, and I spent the whole service in prayer, and reading the Psalms, rubbing my thumb over certain verses to take them in further -- verses of deliverance and salvation.
Right after church, I went to the school and talked to the principal, and we decided to use one of the other actors, who'd been to every rehearsal but only had one line, and he would have the script in his hand. And my AD would step into that part.
I felt like I was going to faint for a while, but after I told enough people, and enough people started to pray, I calmed down. As my friend Tammy said, "Who's in control?" If God is in control why worry? If He's not in control, we're all in a world of hurt.
The performance yesterday went great. Ben was familiar enough with the script that he didn't really have to read from it except for some of the long speeches. The audience really liked it, and I got several comments about how I should publish it. I'm just praising God for His faithfulness, and praying we don't lose a lot of money on the show....
Right after church, I went to the school and talked to the principal, and we decided to use one of the other actors, who'd been to every rehearsal but only had one line, and he would have the script in his hand. And my AD would step into that part.
I felt like I was going to faint for a while, but after I told enough people, and enough people started to pray, I calmed down. As my friend Tammy said, "Who's in control?" If God is in control why worry? If He's not in control, we're all in a world of hurt.
The performance yesterday went great. Ben was familiar enough with the script that he didn't really have to read from it except for some of the long speeches. The audience really liked it, and I got several comments about how I should publish it. I'm just praising God for His faithfulness, and praying we don't lose a lot of money on the show....
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Today
Jillian's school is being decimated by sickness, so after they called the second time to ask me to sub, and said it was ok if i showed up after ten, i acquiesced. so, since i subbed, i didn't get anything for the show done. we need flats painted, costumes, set pieces, props, beards and mustaches, flyers made...
i have high hopes for tomorrow.
i have high hopes for tomorrow.
Irony
So you know my Facebook alter ego is Francesca Galliano. I was talking to Mike the other day, and he reminded me that his paternal grandfather's real surname was Campion. Grandpa's parents died in a fire, so he was adopted and changed his surname. If that hadn't happened, tho, I could be Francesca Campion......
CrazyBusy
I know I talk a lot on this blog about how busy I am, but I really have been lately. It seems I'm either working at church, working at the school getting ready for the show next week, or at home doing laundry or dishes. I've had a lot of fun directing this show, and God has been faithful to get me the people I need to paint sets, do makeup, and so on, but I will be glad when it is over so I can have some free time!
The show is, "Guess Who's Here?" a comedy written by yours truly. It will be performed 7 p.m. Thursday Feb 26th and Friday, Feb 27th at The Banff School. Admission is $12 for students and $14 for adults.
The frustrating part has been a few of my actors just don't show up for rehearsal. They don't let me know ahead of time, they just don't show up. Maybe they have a baseball game, maybe they have track, maybe they're sick, I don't know. We have been rehearsing since November, and I don't think I've had a full cast yet.
The Girl Scout cookies are in. And they are just sitting there. I have not delivered any. Except the next door neighbors, who are serious about their Thin Mints.
The show is, "Guess Who's Here?" a comedy written by yours truly. It will be performed 7 p.m. Thursday Feb 26th and Friday, Feb 27th at The Banff School. Admission is $12 for students and $14 for adults.
The frustrating part has been a few of my actors just don't show up for rehearsal. They don't let me know ahead of time, they just don't show up. Maybe they have a baseball game, maybe they have track, maybe they're sick, I don't know. We have been rehearsing since November, and I don't think I've had a full cast yet.
The Girl Scout cookies are in. And they are just sitting there. I have not delivered any. Except the next door neighbors, who are serious about their Thin Mints.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
D'Oh!
So, we get home laaaaaaaate last night. I get the girls into bed, make some dark chocolate brownies, and fall asleep. I wake up ~1 a.m., and realize I hadn't prepared my chapel talk for this morning.
So I get that prepared, print it out, gather my props, and go to bed.
I wake up at 6:40, get everyone ready, and we are out the door at 7:15 a.m. I drop Jillian off, go find the principal to make sure it's ok if I pull some high school students out of class to be part of chapel, and then I go set up for chapel.
Lisa Shroyer once told me that the secret to a successful children's devotional is props. lots and lots of props.
So, for this chapel, I had chocolates, a picture of Joe Jonas, a picture of Donny Osmond, and a whipped cream pie. It went over very well, especially when I put the whipped cream pie into the face of the girl who wasn't being very loving....(she volunteered!)
Anyway, I get home from that, write the newsletter for the PTO, and start scrambling eggs for lunch. And as I'm standing there, reveling in the fact that I don't have anything to do for a couple of hours, I think, "Oh, lunch. I forgot to bring Jillian a lunch."
Just when you think you have it all together....
So I get that prepared, print it out, gather my props, and go to bed.
I wake up at 6:40, get everyone ready, and we are out the door at 7:15 a.m. I drop Jillian off, go find the principal to make sure it's ok if I pull some high school students out of class to be part of chapel, and then I go set up for chapel.
Lisa Shroyer once told me that the secret to a successful children's devotional is props. lots and lots of props.
So, for this chapel, I had chocolates, a picture of Joe Jonas, a picture of Donny Osmond, and a whipped cream pie. It went over very well, especially when I put the whipped cream pie into the face of the girl who wasn't being very loving....(she volunteered!)
Anyway, I get home from that, write the newsletter for the PTO, and start scrambling eggs for lunch. And as I'm standing there, reveling in the fact that I don't have anything to do for a couple of hours, I think, "Oh, lunch. I forgot to bring Jillian a lunch."
Just when you think you have it all together....
OK, So, Wow
The girls and I went out to eat last night at Black-Eyed Pea, because kids eat free. Then, we went to Michael's to get some stuff for Jillian to decorate her valentines box with. On the way home, at 8:23 p.m., we see this Hummer shoot out from a side street, hit a median, richochet off, spin around, and hit a power pole on the other side of the street.
So, I turn around and go to the scene of the accident. The driver, who was an intoxicated young woman in her late teens/early 20s, walked off. Left the scene of the accident. Hit, And. Run.
There were 4 witnesses: Me, a guy named Marcus, and a couple whose names I didn't ask. We called 911 FIVE TIMES, and it took the police NINETY MINUTES to show up. And we were just witnesses, doing our civic duty.
And it's cold, and rainy, and windy, and my kids go to bed before nine.
When the police finally showed up, they said it had only come across a few minutes previously. Which we could tell, because no two trucks showed up till the police did.
Policeman: When did the accident happen?
all of us: 8:23
Policeman: You've been out here for an hour and a half?
all of us: YES.
The scary part was, the BF of the driver came by, got really mad, fell to his knees, hit the ground with his fist, called her a bunch of names, took stuff out of the hummer and left. He came by three times and took stuff out of the hummer each time.
Anyway, the moral of the story? Apparently, shift change for HPD is at 9 p.m., so if you're planning on getting into or witnessing a wreck, don't do it at 8:23 p.m.
So, I turn around and go to the scene of the accident. The driver, who was an intoxicated young woman in her late teens/early 20s, walked off. Left the scene of the accident. Hit, And. Run.
There were 4 witnesses: Me, a guy named Marcus, and a couple whose names I didn't ask. We called 911 FIVE TIMES, and it took the police NINETY MINUTES to show up. And we were just witnesses, doing our civic duty.
And it's cold, and rainy, and windy, and my kids go to bed before nine.
When the police finally showed up, they said it had only come across a few minutes previously. Which we could tell, because no two trucks showed up till the police did.
Policeman: When did the accident happen?
all of us: 8:23
Policeman: You've been out here for an hour and a half?
all of us: YES.
The scary part was, the BF of the driver came by, got really mad, fell to his knees, hit the ground with his fist, called her a bunch of names, took stuff out of the hummer and left. He came by three times and took stuff out of the hummer each time.
Anyway, the moral of the story? Apparently, shift change for HPD is at 9 p.m., so if you're planning on getting into or witnessing a wreck, don't do it at 8:23 p.m.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Ow!
The cat started to vomit Saturday, so I scooped her up, held her in front of me, and started running with her toward the back door. Unfortunately, I slipped in some of the vomit, fell, and hit my head on the wall. I'm still getting get headaches from that....
My Precious Girl
Tess has developed the stinkiest feet known to man. If she is in the 3rd row of the minivan and takes her shoes off, I have to crack my window so I can breathe.
Anyway.
We just finished our first school project -- make a volcano.
We started with a bottle of Big Red.
We experimented with a bottle of Rig Red and Mentos to make sure it would work.
Then we tried covering it with clay, but we ran out.
Then we made our own dough, but it fell off within 30 minutes.
Then we used a shell of cardboard, and added newspaper, and home-made papier mache.
Tess spray painted it, and added a display board.
Jillian and I went by after lunch to see the explosion at Tess' school. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. Mike came up with the idea of using Big Red, as it looks more lava-like than Diet Coke.
Anyway.
We just finished our first school project -- make a volcano.
We started with a bottle of Big Red.
We experimented with a bottle of Rig Red and Mentos to make sure it would work.
Then we tried covering it with clay, but we ran out.
Then we made our own dough, but it fell off within 30 minutes.
Then we used a shell of cardboard, and added newspaper, and home-made papier mache.
Tess spray painted it, and added a display board.
Jillian and I went by after lunch to see the explosion at Tess' school. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. Mike came up with the idea of using Big Red, as it looks more lava-like than Diet Coke.
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