Thursday, June 3, 2010

Synopsis Here

The Night of the Iguana by Tennessee Williams

The Campus Theatre
214 W. Hickory St
Denton, TX 76201

Friday, June 11 @ 7 pm
Saturday, June 12 @ 7 pm
Sunday, June 13 @ 2:00 pm

Friday, June 18 @ 7 pm
Saturday, June 19 @ 7 pm
Sunday, June 20 @ 2 pm

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Deep Down Inside...

I don't really have a "thing" for cars, you know what I mean? But I do have a thing for this VW Karmann Ghia. I spotted one in Denton outside of Ragsdale Optical and couldn't wait to ask my husband what this beauty was. The Volkswagen Karmann Ghia, marketed by VW from 1955 to 1974 in both coupe and convertible models. I'm not sure what year the one in Denton was, but we guessed an early one, '55-'60. Now my only question is how do I get my hands on one? Behold:

Sunday, May 16, 2010

First Summer Favorite

New Favorite:

I love these "envirosax!" My sister bought me one of these for my birthday in April and I am officially sold. This reusable bag rolls up so small that you could easily fit three in your purse (well...if you have a thing for big bags like me...). It's light weight but sturdy and it fits way more groceries/purchases in it that you would think!

Visit their webiste: here

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

[insert clever title here]

I haven't blogged in a long time. I haven't written in a long time. I haven't really thought deeply in a long time. There used to be a time when all I did was sit and think and listen and learn and discover. I still do- I am a day-dreamer by nature- but it has become so hard for me to think straight. Sometimes I can't even have a conversation with out the person on the other end thinking I'm a schizo because my brain is so attentive to something else- or somthingS else- going on in my life. I long for this simplicity I read about in books and see in old pictures and watch in old movies. In the words of Patrick Henry- "Give me simplicity, or give me death!" Or something like that...

Saturday, December 12, 2009

A Beautiful Story

St. Cecilia

St. Cecilia is the classical and even archetypal patron saint of musicians, especially lute players, organists, and singers, and also of poets. Dozens of churches are named after her around the world, as well as one of the largest and most successful independent chorales in New York City, which happens not to be associated with any church.

St. Cecilia was born into a wealthy Christian family in the persecuted church of the city of Rome in the third century. She was married and lived in her family’s villa across the Tiber from the center of old Rome, in the district of Trastevere. She was visibly active, burying the bodies of martyrs and supporting the community there who made use of the church and secret catacombs on her property. The warmth and intensity of her love of Christ was instrumental in converting her husband at the very beginning of their marriage, and she continued her work even when he and his brother and a close soldier friend were arrested for being Christian. Eventually the local government prefect placed her under house arrest, and then in the face of her outspokenness and continual—and maybe defiant—singing of Christian hymns a soldier was ordered to execute her. He botched his attempts at suffocation and beheading and finally fled the scene in a panic. She was left bleeding to death, and as she lingered on, the story is that even then she heroically continued with her well-known singing along with those who came to her assistance. She was buried with the other martyrs in the catacombs along the famous Appian Way leading out of Rome.

-Taken from the blog of The Monks of New Skete

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


August: Meet Scout. Pup #2. He's my dream come true doggie. Super, super sweet and cuddly.

September:I'm going back to school to finish my degree in Vocal
Performance. Watch out Opera world, here I come! (yes, you may laugh out loud at this.)

October: Halloween again. Over-indulged in too much candy corn...

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Autumn Lust

I'm driving.  Trees, lined like soldiers, passing on each side.  It's overcast.  Almost perfect, but there's something missing.  Unfamiliarity.  I know this place too well. Missing. Autumn fighting forth from the leaves.  A crispness in the air.  Cobblestone leaf laden streets.  Green rolling hills. Firewood air.  Adventure.

I need to find that place.