Cats

Okay, I need to get something off my chest.  Before I continue with a blog about acting, Colorado, weddings, life blah blah blah--let me say again for some, for the first time for others--that I love cats.  Like, loooooove cats.  I dork out about them.  I like LOL cats (http://icanhascheezburger.com/).  I like stupid cat videos on YouTube.  I like cat greeting cards.  I stop at t-shirts, though it may be I just haven't found the "right" cat t-shirt.  Any cat I see anywhere I crouch down and utter "Kiiiiittttennnn!" in a high pitched, elfin sort of voice.  I recently read that cats respond to higher pitches of sound, which probably explains why I have been screeching at them the way I have since I was a kid, and why it's so effective.  (I must add that my two year old kitty, Nolan, just meowed and came in the house.  "Kiiiittttttennn!" was just uttered.)

Nolan: 

Cats also like me.  I fancy myself a bit of a cat whisperer.  Cats that aren't normally friendly?  I am usually able to scratch their bellies within five minutes of meeting them.  Cats make me feel all warm and fuzzy and "at home" whatever that means.  I have a tendency to miss my cat(s) when I am away and not the people that I love.  If I am ever widowed I will be a crazy cat lady--without the hoarding and the cats defecating on/near/behind stacks of newspaper. 

Occasionally, my love for cats leads to their humiliation and in some cases, "mild catabuse" of the dressing-up-said-cat-in-a-really-stupid-elf-costume variety.  The poor victim below is Marlowe, the cat of my previous roommate and current bestie, Rebecca.  Marlowe, being the mellow and less than brilliant cat that he is, accepted this abuse for a record length of time totaling 48 seconds.  Poor kitty. 

So, as I come out of the cat-loving closet, I hope you don't think less of me.  I do so love my two, adopted dogs (Candy and Buford) as well, but my first love in the animal kingdom will forever be the feline. 

Startin' It Up~

I'm supposed to be memorizing lines.  But I can't get my brain to do it at the moment and now I find myself blogging.  Losing yourself on the internet is nothing new in this day and age and when I realized that my brain would no longer take in any more information, I distracted it with facebook.  The good ole fb is where I found another friend's blog and in order to make a comment, I had to sign into my email account and had the option of creating a blog. And so it goes.  I have a blog.  And I will be talking about a lot on it.  Maybe.  Hopefully.

I am an actor (or actress if you are so inclined) in my 30s, in Colorado, currently in the small town of Creede, CO in the southwestern part of the state.  Why Creede, CO you ask?  Several reasons.  1. My betrothed lives here. 2. I have a job at the Creede Repertory Theatre here in town.  It's a professional theatre that started...well, here's the website which should give you a good history (www.creederep.org). 3. I have a job here because Creede happens to be a place of artistic inspiration and delight.  Who would have thunk.

I am also getting married in September.  On a Monday, the theatre day of rest.  We also call it a dark day, which makes the fact we are marrying on a "dark day" fittingly dramatic. 

Why read this blog?  Perhaps you know me and are humoring me.  Perhaps you want to share stories because you are an actor yourself and want to connect over making a life/living (two different things sometimes) in this particular profession.  And for those who don't know about theatre and acting, that an actor's life isn't always about getting into blockbuster films or Broadway.  It's usually filled with a lot of fun, usually extroverted and certainly eccentric personalities who just want to work.  Period.

And at least until September, it may be about attempting to afford, with the help of some parentals, a wedding.  And a very modest one at that.  I'm also easily distracted, so this blog may twist and turn over many different topics.  Finally, I hope that at the very least, this will be some entertaining shit.