Yup.  Got my car radio tuned to a local Christmas-only station (KOIT).  And whenever I have to go somewhere, I basically sing myself hoarse.  It’s the one time of the year when I know the words to most of the songs being played!  My dear husband doesn’t mind Christmas music, but all the jingle bell…

I am one tired fat old lady; but I can say that we are done with Christmas.  The card designed, printed and folded.  The annual letter written, printed and folded. The address and return labels printed and stuck on.  Envelopes stuffed, stamped and sealed.  And the whole thing has been delivered to the first post…

I have played the role of Miss Hannigan in 3 different productions. (And I’m not dead yet. I love the role, if not the show, in general.) Needless to say, I know Annie.  What I saw tonight was not Annie as I know it.  It was a TV extravaganza full of extraneous dancing, songs, and…

In case you weren’t up-to-date with my continuing deterioration – I am now wearing hearing aids.  Don’t get me wrong.  I like them.  Mostly. There is a whole lot less of “What?”, “What did you say?”, “I didn’t hear you” going on around our house since I got them. However, I have an almost constant…

I just finished reading Billy by Pamela Stephenson. The Billy in question is one of my favorite comedians – Billy Connolly. Pamela is Billy’s wife, and accomplished actress and comedian in her own right, and has a Phd in psychology!  I suspect she may be the only person on this green earth who had (or…

While my dear husband and I were on vacation my laptop died.  Not even a year old and it died.  Dead.  Deceased.  Shuffled off it’s mortal coil.  An ex-laptop. I got home, looked up the purchase info and, sure as shit, I had bought the extended coverage on the laptop (because, sometimes (and I can’t…

I believe that this one is pulled totally from my own fat old lady brain. At some point in my misspent youth, I started saying: “And my ass chews crackers too.” The general meaning of this is akin to “Pull the other one, it’s got bells on it.”  Or simply, “Yeah.  Right.” I said this…

See what I did there? Sorry (not sorry).  Couldn’t resist. Anyhow, most folks in the theater have rules about what they will and will not eat or drink before or during a performance.  Singers, imho, have the most rules.  Let’s see – you can’t eat or drink anything that is going to make you burp. …

I’m sorry this is so long, and while it could do with a good edit, it’s just not happening. I’m one tired fat old lady. I am a creature of habit.  (Not a nun’s habit, despite my tenure with the Hot Cross Nuns – those days are behind me.)  Habit as in routines. I do…

I have often (okay, a few times) discussed my mother’s lack of culinary skills. Well, I had a hankering for banana cake.  (What is it with me and bananas lately?  First banana bread, now this?) So I look in my database for dessert recipes and there is one “Mom’s Banana Cake”.  Hmmmm.  I don’t remember…