That is a tree being hauled around by a crane. What my pathetic picture phone doesnt detail is that that tree itself is on a large platform completely framed by cables and harnesses dangling in place, unmoving. Nature Vs. Machine? Or did union hours run out? 

- posted by Carrie @ 11:39 AM|

 
WHADDYA MEAN NO MEMORY AVAILABLE?!?!?!
He was in the middle of Las Vegas Blvd.. Right on The Las Vegas Strip.. Wearing a pink Tuxedo jacket with black oversized bow tie.. and carrying a Thanksgiving worthy turkey completely resplendent with garnish and stuffing in an aluminum pan. THIS! THIS is the reason I purchased the camera phone.. This one photo op would have been the absolute culmination of all reasons for spending the money on a damn camera phone. And I had no room left for this one important picture. Somedays... Karma just hates me.

- posted by Carrie @ 8:51 AM|

 
Word to the wise....
Check entire cup for any labels stating "Unsuitable for Microwave Usage", BEFORE putting in microwave.
On the UP side.. Look at ALL the pretty sparks.

- posted by Carrie @ 8:46 AM|

 
Blah-Freakin-Chorus
Okay.. so.. Bit of background. My Hubby is military, and he's being sent out of town for a few weeks. Routine stuff sure.. no big deal.. But, it's right at the beginning of my would-be rehearsals. When hubby goes to Texas or Arizona for a few weeks, I get to play single mom. No big deal, normally. Except that I still try and keep my step-sons a couple nights a week to help out their mom, and she takes my daughter for me as well. Now, I am working a job where I dont LEAVE work till between 530 and 6pm and I have to get across town to pick up my daughter no later than 6pm. So when he is out of town I have to rely on other people, mainly hubby's ex, to pick her up. In the past it's been no problem. Enter the rehearsals. 3 nights a weeks, school 1 night a week and Saturday afternoons. I would be leaving my daughter with hubby's ex, and basically stress myself out to the breaking point. I wouldn't be able to take my step-sons except maybe one night a week.
So, Friday night, when they had the first night a rehearsals, I find out that it is also final cut. When I went in for the callbacks there were 4 of us women up for the same role. I know I snowballed two of the women, but the third.. She was good... she was established in the company.. and she looked more motherly than I do. So I didnt figure I'd get the part. But I got called and told that I was cast. I showed up on Friday for the rehearsals, I sing again with a couple other people and the other woman sings with another group. Then I get told that I'm not being cast for the part that I thought, but if I was still interested that they would try and fit me into the chorus somewhere.
I plastered a smile on my face and tried to hide the disappointment. Then called my husband to ask him if me being in the chorus was going to be worth the stress with him gone.
Am I aiming too high? Did my fear of not being good enough, of being rejected cause me to bow out of something I love doing? Was I, once again, feeling like I didn't really belong? And did I blow my chances of ever being involved in a musical with this company because instead of being part of the chorus and working my way into the company.. I bowed out because I wasn't given the part I thought I deserved?
Damn I hate this.


- posted by Carrie @ 7:57 PM|

 
WOOO-FREAKIN-HOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'M IN!!!! I'M CAST!!!!
I BEGIN REHEARSALS ON FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(can ya'll see me dancing my Dr. Suess jig?)

- posted by Carrie @ 7:54 PM|

 
It Hurts! IT HURTS!
God I hate when people send me things like this.. And Rachel sent it to me.. And now.. Well... My brain hurts. Can anyone explain this too me?????

3 MEN GO INTO A MOTEL. THE MAN BEHIND THE DESK SAID THE ROOM IS $30, SO EACH MAN PAID $10 AND WENT TO THE ROOM. A WHILE LATER THE MAN BEHIND THE DESK REALIZED THE ROOM WAS ONLY $25, SO HE SENT THE BELLBOY TO THE 3 GUYS' ROOM WITH $5. ON THE WAY THE BELLBOY COULDN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO SPLIT $5 EVENLY BETWEEN 3 MEN, SO HE GAVE EACH MAN A $1 AND KEPT THE OTHER $2 FOR HIMSELF. THIS MEANT THAT THE 3 MEN EACH PAID $9 FOR THE ROOM, WHICH IS A TOTAL OF $27, ADD THE $2 THAT THE BELLBOY KEPT = $29. WHERE IS THE OTHER DOLLAR?

- posted by Carrie @ 1:20 PM|

 
Woo Hoo!
Callbacks for the musical on Tuesday night..
Apparently I at least got the singing part right.

However... I'm not moving so well today after all the dancing yesterday.

- posted by Carrie @ 6:17 PM|

 
Freeze Up...
I have an audition today. It's a musical. I have to sing, dance, and improv.
The music doesnt sound right...
I can't find comfortable shoes...
The creative part of my brain is still napping..

I'll let ya'll know if any of this straightens itself out before audition time.


- posted by Carrie @ 11:33 AM|

 
You know you're having a good time when....
....... The can of whipped cream comes out at the first bar.

....... The security guard has changed 3 times because the first two were far too busy watching you instead of the dancers.

....... The women selling hairspray in the bathroom won't let you all enter the same stall en masse.

....... The word Orgy is murmered in the circle around you.. but not loud enough to cause any disturbances in your play.

....... You have no idea's who's boob is in one hand.. Can't seem to figure feel out what the other hand has a hold of.. but you KNOW there's teeth on your own nipple.

....... The entire core of the situation is purely testosterone free... cause the fact is.. In the Strip Club.. The best hormones are the ones missing the extra Chromosome.

- posted by Carrie @ 10:15 AM|

 
Chain quandry
Doesn't everyone hate chain mail? But sometimes.. just sometimes.. doesnt that little part of your brain that believes in being superstitious get the better of you because for one reason or another you really could use that extra boost of good luck, or have a wish come true. It's all part of dreams and fantasies right? So what happens when, extremely apologetically, you forward on one of those stupid chain letters.. and you get it forwarded back to you by and equally superstitious friend. Does that start the whole process over? Is it part of the same? Or does that mean you get two wishes?

Matt Damon on a silver platter....
And...
500 white daisies

- posted by Carrie @ 4:33 PM|

 
Hazards I learned in a recent erotic photo session for hubby...
1) When using visual stimuli such as restraints, haphazardly placed on the body, remember this.. Small clasping mechanisms grip tiny hairs in sensitive places closely, firmly and painfully.
Have scissors on hand for quick release and relief.

2) All equilbrium and grace, while frame by frame may be captured for a moment, is null and void in real time when body is dripping with soap suds descending the length of your body, past your knees and under your feet as your photographer has asked you to stretch and hold a pose while she turns off the flash.

3) When sitting on your knees upon the bed restrained at your wrists behind your back, and your nose itches.. Be grateful for the photographer who pushes you forward on the bed so that you fly to the end and smack your head on the footboard. Slightly cracked head is better than fire from the candles behind you, placed for lighting, going straight up your ass when you lean back and down to rub your nose against the pillow next to you. Wax play is all good.. flaming asshole.. leaving kink zone heading straight to emergency room.


- posted by Carrie @ 10:26 AM|

 
Last time I won it was to an impersonator...
"Caller number 21 wins tickets to Metallica!"
Oh oh!!! Grab the phone!!! Dial... Busy... Hang up.. Dial...Busy.. Hang up... Dial.. Busy.. Hang up.. Dial.. Busy.. hang up.. Dial... busy.. Hang up....
DAMMIT!!!!


"Caller Number 10 wins tickets to Aaron Lewis!"
OH OH!!! Grab the phone!!! Dial... Busy.. Hang up...
Grab work phone too... Double Dialing... Double Busy.. Double Hang up... Double Dial.. Double Busy.. Double Hang up.. Double Dial.. Double Busy.. Double Hang up...
SHIT!!!!

"Caller Numer 100 wins tickets to the Usher Concert"
OH HELL YEAH!!!.. Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. Wait... Wait.. Wait.. Wait.....
Dial... busy.. hang up.. dial busy.. hang up....
Radio...."Hello we are on caller number 25"
Wait... Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. Wait..Wait.. Wait.. Wait...
Dial... Pause.. RING TONE RING TONE!!!!!
"we are sorry we are unable to connect your call at this time.. pleas..." HANG UP!
Dial.. Busy.. Hang up.. Dial.. busy.. hang up.. Dial.. busy.. Hang up...
Dial... RING TONE!!! "We are sorry.. we are unable.." HANG UP!!
Radio.. "Hey there.. you are caller number 57"
Wait.. wait..wait..wait..wait..wait..wait..wait..wait...
Dial.. Busy.. Hang up.. Dial.. Ring tone... "we are sorr.".. Hang up..
Dial.. ring.. "we are" Hang up... Dial.. busy.. hang up..
Radio... "You are caller 100! You are going to see Usher".
BITE ME!!!!

"Caller number 10 wins tickets to Uncle Kracker!"
KICK ASS!!
Dial.. Ring.... Ring.. Ring.. "Blah Blah pool supply"
SHIT!! Hang up...Dial.. Ring.. Ring.. Ring.. Ring.. Ring.. Ring..
Radio "Who's this?"
"This is Carrie!!"
"Carrie.. you are caller number.... 8.. call back real quick"
Radio.. Hangs up.
BULLSHIT!!!

Ring.. Ring.. Ring..
"Hello?"
"Carrie? It's Jen."
"Hey Jen.. what's up?"
"I've got tickets to see Stained in a couple of weeks.. Wanna go?"
"I WON!! I WON!! I WON!!!"

Moral? Persistance does pay off, and I didnt even have to go fill out a tax form.

- posted by Carrie @ 3:31 PM|

 
(Sarcasm will be written in Green)
I want to thank everyone who tried to help me avoid the "comes in 3's rule". All you wonderfully caring people who put forth the effort to theive a gas cap or break a windshield wiper. All you kind people who tried to help me detour from once again spending exhorbant amounts of money on repairing my car, once again.

My water pump broke which doused my timing belt and warped and snapped that off...
$150.00
My brakes completely went out due to bad calipers and an over eager mechanic....
$510.00
My front tires being over inflated, god knows how, and being ready to explode and the rear
tire having a nice slow leak in the side wall causing Sunday to be.. Go out and replace tireday...
$175.00

Knowing you have friends willing to snub their noses at karma....
Too freakin expensive!!

(truly do luv you guys.. just bitter that once again I can't do any FUN shopping till next payday)

- posted by Carrie @ 1:08 PM|

 
The Royals have arrived the party may start! Princess Nita, King Kam, Princess J-lo, and Princess Carrie.


- posted by Carrie @ 11:11 AM|

 
Birthday spankings all around!


- posted by Carrie @ 11:10 AM|

 
Sometimes being shackled isnt such a bad thing.


- posted by Carrie @ 11:09 AM|

 
Ever gotten a lap dance from Royalty? I have.


- posted by Carrie @ 11:08 AM|

 
My darling lady in waiting, Jen.


- posted by Carrie @ 11:07 AM|

 
Sometimes.. you just gotta focus in on the happy things in life.


- posted by Carrie @ 11:06 AM|

 
Sometimes the Monarchs drink a bit too much and try to take advantage of their loyal subjects.


- posted by Carrie @ 11:05 AM|

 
The King of entertainment! 2 Tons of Fun!


- posted by Carrie @ 11:04 AM|

 
What Princess would be complete without her stable boy to keep her company? (this is hubby) 

- posted by Carrie @ 11:04 AM|

 
Sometimes the commoners become overwhelmed with gratitude for their monarchs.


- posted by Carrie @ 10:48 AM|

 
Always keep courtesans on the side.


- posted by Carrie @ 10:37 AM|

 
Princess J-Lo has found a servant for the night.


- posted by Carrie @ 10:24 AM|

 
At times the common folk does try to mimic their betters.


- posted by Carrie @ 10:23 AM|