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Yeahhhh... I know, I know. I KNOW .   I didn't keep up with my end of the bargin.  Lame.  Me = lame.  Ah, well, the last few days I became the workaholic that I can become.   BUT, today, I have spent the day sleeping in, watching Breaking Bad (which my boyfriend got me into...um, it's an anxiety attack that's so addictive...yeah.  That's all I got) and just spending the afternoon away from working.  So, alas, here I am blog. Good to see you again. So, I'm playing catch up picture time.  One, two, ready, goooo! I am sharing this little outfit because I want it!  Super cute, one of the sweet girls in I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change, let me wear it for their opening. :) I came home the other day to find Duck and Ribbit getting ready for a night out...I especially love Ducks tiara.  Officially one of my favorite malbecs now.  LOVE this brand! And this was a protest the other day outside of the post offi...

So last night, Tommy and I got dressed up again to see the show, I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change, for the second time .   Which, please let me add a side note here, is a fantastic show!  Congratulations to the cast and crew-it's hysterical and my goodness, I know the show very well but it's great how all of it relates to our lives as we progress in the world of romantic relationships...and well, what it's like to be a man or a woman.  So again, rockin' cast, awesome job. Anyway, so Tommy and I got dressed up for a second time and when I had a cup in my hand that matched my snazzy purple dress (yes, believe it or not, I bought something for me!) I couldn't help but take this comical, yet cute (yes, I actually like this picture of me) picture. I guess adults dress up like this all the time--I, however, am pretty used to wearing my kid Aeropostale wear to teach or learn dances.   I guess I am an adult.  Weird... Love love, Adrienne

Okay, I'll admit it.   I think from now on, I'll be doing posts the day after... Oops.   And to be perfectly blunt, Skyping is just better than blogging when your Squishy is far away. :) Sooooo...anyway... Picture, examine: I'm not proud of it.  But I'm not ashamed of it either...well, maybe a little... Yes, it's my straw and I have made my plastic drinking straws look like this for years.  How many years you ask?   I have no freaking clue.   Somewhat ridiculous, I can attest.  And I know I have a sensor for it-for example, first dates.  I can remember going on a nice dinner date and without thinking lean in to chew/destroy my straw and then realize how that may look to the other person who I am trying to, well, impress. And in the other respect, when I am completely comfortable and happy with those I am with and the surrounding embracing me, I'll do it without thinking. I took this picture of my straw at the good o...

Okay, okay, okay.  I know.  Again.  Late.  Again with the posting.   I know, I know, I know. BUT, in my defense, I sat down to my computer last night, completely intending on writing in my lovely oh so lovely blog. But the internet was out.   See?  Now, THAT is not an excuse.  That was out of my control.  Nothing I could do.  Tra la la. ...But then the internet did get fixed and well, I skyped with Matt for two hours.   Now THAT is an excuse.   But sorry 'bout it.  Some things are more important, like seeing my boyfriends face. :) BUT I did make a goal for this contract and for this blog and by George, I'm gonna stick to it.  Sooooo...without further delay... Yesterday's photo: I took a picture of this because I thought it was so freaking witty.  Like, right?  And then, the tag line at the bottom, "We know our shiitake.".  Um, brilliant.  Couldn't help but share. An...

I admit it.  I'm behind on my pictures.  I missed last night.   Oops. In my defense, I worked my tush off with Tommy running some much needed errands for the Palace and then taught class for Apprentice Company which was another success.  (Huzzah!)   Pair that with a super stuffy nose and sinuses that are just going wacko.  (New Hampshire and I have trouble with my allergies and hence have trouble mixing.  Argh.)  Trust me-the combo of coughing and a stuffy nose made the day felt longer than ever...when it really wasn't that long at all.  I'm pretty darn sure I went to bed before 11 PM.  Goodness gracious.   Anyhoo, so I'm playing catch up as I down cough syrup and vitamin C.   Fact of the matter.  Let's move on from this being behind issue. Yesterday's photo was this:   Now, at first glance...it's a traffic sign and obviously a highway or busy road of some sort.  A median in the middle. ...

I saw this in the Palace Theatre office today and I fell in love.  I love this movie and everything about it.  Sadly, there's a reflection but everyone can remember that moment in the show when they crawl to each other.  Pure...rawr. 7 months today.  Loving it.  Loving him.  Loving life. :) (Oh, and loving that he got a webcam today.  Yay for seeing his face!) Love love, Adrienne

This morning I taught the apprentice dance class.  Such hard workers.  I forget how much I love to teach and see improvement in children in dance until I actually start teaching and think, "Man, I am pretty dang good at this!"   So, anyway, successful morning with great kids.  Then, I knew that Tommy was getting his hair cut right down the street immediately following my class.  I had planned to go to the good ol' YMCA (insert song and dance here) but decided to pop in to see his hair cut. Sure enough, I end up lounging behind the stylist talking and making friends with not only Christy, his stylist, but all of the hair stylists.  We talk about day drinking, the Palace, and so forth. Sigh. Of course. Signal:  Danger. I did not go to the gym.  Yep...shameful I know.  (But I did teach dance class!  I'll keep saying that over and over and see if it works...)  Instead, we continued to talk to Christy, Tommy's stylist, as to where ...

I have another problem to admit to.   I have a serious love/hate relationship with fall.  Autumn.  Whatever you choose to call it.   Things I hate about it: The fact that it's cold.  Cold.  Who likes the cold?  I mean, especially when you walk everywhere, my face begins to freeze and my nose runs. My nose runs. I can't drink as much as milk because it makes me sick. I have to switch over my wardrobe. It's the reminder that winter is coming. Things I love about it: Everything is pumpkin!  Coffee.  Muffins.  Pancakes.  Beer.  I surround myself with it completely and love every bit of it. I get to switch over my wardrobe. I look cuter in my cold wardrobe. It means lots of fun holidays--Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas!  Yay! I LOVE loose fitting clothing...  Which my last bullet brings me to my photo of the day.  My girlfriend, Natalie, gave me a bag of clothes and one was an old fashioned,...

So, I had all of these brilliant ideas for my blog today.  Jokes.  Stories.  Pictures.  I love being inspired and coming up with new ideas for this fun part of my life now. And yet, late tonight I walked into my room and this is what I find.... Duck and Ribbit just out having a good time on my bed!  What?! Now, for those of you who don't know...my boyfriend, Matt, often loves to leave my favorite stuffed friend, Duck, in hysterical positions when I leave my apartment (in New York) so that I can return after a long day of work and see him in a certain fun situation and it always, without fail, makes me laugh out loud. Tonight, when I walked into my room, my wonderful roommate and one of my best friends, Tommy, had put Duck and Ribbit in this position knowing full well of Matthew's antics in New York. I unintentionally and unexpectedly missed Matt a lot today-no special reason.  Just did.  And I am certain that I vocalized my feelings a few ...

My favorite teacher of all time (and trust me, there a lot) was my kindergarden teacher, Ms. Jenkins.  So much that, for a very short time as a child, I thought that's what I wanted to grow up to be. Then I came to learn how crazy and infuriating other people's children can be and the idea of dealing with them every single day for years on end sounded just dreadful to my personality (God bless you Ms. Jenkins and everything you were to me!). Well today, for the first time, I truly felt like a teacher.  Tommy and I were assigned to make a bomb.com call board for the Palace Theatre Youth, Dance, Teen Co and Apprentice Co.  And I must say that the two of us, once we had completed the bright fun project before us, beamed. Might I just add that those freaking awesome gold glitter arrows are done by yours truly?  I know, you're so surprised. Just another little bit of my day! Love love, Adrienne

We all have our faults.  It's true.  It's impossible to be perfect.   And I have found one of my biggest ones.  I'm not proud of it.  I do not like to boast about it.  And I'm a bit ashamed of it. That's right folks, I am a cup leaver. Exhibit A: Five cups.  FIVE cups.  What?  I think I did this in about the span of two or three days.  And it's not that I'm even lazy, but I'll bring up a cup of water or lemonade or coffee and realize my one from yesterday is still there.  I will then think to myself, "Oh darn.  Well, no bother.  I'll bring both down when I'm done with this one." But do I?   NO. Sick, I tell you.  Sick. Love love, Adrienne

So, for the first time, this afternoon I was able to venture to the Palace Theatre warehouse.  This is the place where they make a lot of their set pieces, store costumes, so on and so forth. As we were rummaging and organizing and hanging, I couldn't help but hear a muffled jamming beat.  When I searched for the origin of the noise, I finally stumbled upon it. That's right.  In the midst of commonly considered masculine objects like powertools and sawdust, there laid a boom box.  And not just any boom box, but one covered (and obviously on purpose) glitter. I love my life. Love love, Adrienne

For the first time today, I went to the Palace Theatre warehouse.  And in the midst of sawdust, power tools and very masculine objects, I couldn't help but hear a muffled radio station playing some jamming music in the distance. I searched for the whereabouts as to where this sound was coming from, I finally found it.

For today's photo I decided to share something simple and pure.  Beautiful and serene.  Something that reminded me of how beautiful the world is and how freaking lucky I am to be a part of it. I remember 9/11.  15 years old.  Maryville High School.  On my way to algebra class when my girlfriend Jessica pulled me over and told me the news.  So shocking and unreal at the moment to receive such news in such a way. I remember 9/11.  Algebra class and my teacher saying something snide like, "People die everyday but algebra still goes on."  And every teacher I had happened to have that day didn't let their classes watch the news.  And so, ignorant and young, I remember having to wait until I got home after dance class to watch the history.  Watch people's lives crumble.  Watch people loose those most precious to them. "Thinking of you babe."  A text I received from my boyfriend today.  He thought of me today and just those s...

So, my boyfriend had told me this plan he and some of his friends came up with.  They each take a photo every day for 365 days.  Just one, of whatever they want.  What they see, a place, another person, what they wore...what ever .  One of them is overseas, one is in NY, and the other somewhere... Anyway, the nerd in me couldn't help but think...what a freaking cool idea is this!  I am addicted to the idea of seeing into someone's world and, for that matter, someone seeing into mine with such a simple image, idea.  An avid follower of things like PostSecret (for years!) and now Tumblr and such, I'm a sucker for the novelty of it all.   So, now, I want to play this game with myself.  Although it may be boring to you (or may not!), while I'm in New Hampshire for the next four months and as a way to force myself to decompress everyday (I tend to be a workaholic) by sitting at the computer for just a few minutes a day to talk...well, about mysel...

So, funny story.   When I graduated college, I booked a job immediately after summer stock.  And after that theatre gig, I booked another.  It wasn't until after my constant work ran out that I realized that I had literally moved from theatre to theatre, job to job, living out of my car for three complete years.   First of all, how lucky am I?  Three years of constant work?  That's amazing.  I was such a lucky performer to get those opportunities, much less make my means of money through what I truly love to do. And then, I got tired of living out of my car.  Never knowing what was coming next or where I was going home to...because, in reality, I didn't have a home.  I had me.  Attached to nothing, no home, no other life.  Sadly, I wasn't even attached to the man I was dating during that time and yet, I strung him along to make myself feel like I wanted something other than me.  But at that time, I just didn't. Whi...