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Name: Shannon D
Country: United States
State: Nebraska
Metro: Omaha
Birthday: 11/18/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: anime, theatre, HGTV and project runway, comic books and webcomics, cooking and sewing, gossip, gay men, hotdogs, and fancy expensive cheese
Expertise: dead baby jokes, dead kitten jokes, and basically being wildly inappropriate
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
AIM:  sparklesmcfly
Member Since:
5/17/2002
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| that being said, you should come see this showsome background information:
1. i am currently running compleat female stage beauty with the SNAP! theatre. in it, i play a meek, sweet little seamstress who is head over heels for a restoration actor who plays all the lady parts in shakespeare's plays. i spend most of my onstage time standing in the background of scenes looking either stricken or smitten, sometimes both.
2. i had a show today (sunday) at six, but i worked at the mall until 3.
3. i have a cold.
i awoke today feeling like total crap--stuffy nose, congestion, headache, sore throat. there was a cough in there that made me think that maybe i had consumption.
"i can not feel this way all day!" i thought. "i have a show to do. people are counting on me!"
but, you know, i was sick. so...balls.
when you are sick, and you need to feel better, you take medicine, right? right. so i sent greg to walgreens to get me both walphed cold and cough and dayquil (in combination, these two medications can give the impression that you are not sick at all, which is exactly what i wanted out of my day). so i took two of each at 11, and felt a little bit better.
i started feeling a little ickier at around two or so, so i took another one of each.
and then, at five, when i was called to the theatre, i took two more of each to make sure i wouldn't cough, sneeze, or sniffle while onstage.
do you see where i'm going with this?
half way through the first act, while onstage, the ten cold pills i took over the course of the day ALL TOOK EFFECT AT THE SAME TIME.
i managed to make it off stage before i started giggling. and then i spent the next forty minutes TRIPPING BALLS. doing set changes, tripping balls. exchanging dialogue and tripping balls. tripping balls, making out with an old gay dude.
most of my offstage time was spent staring at walls, barking laughter, and shredding paper towels. at one point i dropped my bottled water into the garbage and shouted "it's too salty!" and then i ate a piece of cake with my hands.
i think the only thing that really suffered on stage was my dialect, and i don't know if that means i'm just that good an actor or that i am such a bad actor that i can be high as a kite and not have it change my performance that drastically.
i'm sure it was very entertaining for everyone who wasn't me.
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| interesting.i was randomly clicking through my weblog bookmarks and clicked on my own by accident, and realized that it has been six months, to the very DAY, since i last posted anything on xanga.
i'm going to try to come back to xanga, or at least, come back to blogging, because every once and a while there is something that needs to be expressed in more than 140 characters.
but i'm still having trouble navigating the "new" set up over here, so we'll see if this is still a place for me.
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| cookies you guys!
i made cookies today and since i'm pretty bored, i decided to post about them.
(i could also probably alleviate this boredom by getting dressed or
taking a shower, both of which i need to do before someone calls me
saying "we are rehearsing in fifteen minutes!" or "hey shannon it's
your dad let's go get lunch!" but no. i'm on the internets. posting
about cookies.)
ANYWAY.
cookies.
did you know that it's insanely easy to make cookies? i want cookies
all the time. if i can eat a cookie right after dinner it kind of
makes my day. and when i don't have cookies (which is usually the
case) i sit around bemoaning the fact that i have no cookies and
wondering if i should go to the store and buy some. which i never
do...or rarely do. then one day i discovered that you can make your
OWN cookies. (okay, i already knew that. but i rarely used to make
cookies. maybe, MAYBE for a bakesale. maybe. but it just seemed like
such a hassle.)
maybe i should say i found a recipe that made just the right amount of
cookies in like fifteen minutes. and since i am lazy, it was perfect.
i found this recipe like three weeks ago and i've made these cookies
like five times since then. three of those times were for other people
though so don't think i'm some sort of "vegetable monster" over here
(don't even get me started...)
as proof of how often i make these cookies, allow me to show you the
state of my pantry items which were, until i found these cookies,
FULL. i swear. FULL.
   
(i think the vanilla makes me saddest, since i recently bought it and it is ACTUAL vanilla. not high quality vanilla, for sure, but i had previously been baking with a very large, very very old, off-brand imitation vanilla flavoring...i.e., blasphemy to real bakers. i also never use butter because i am too poor. everything turns out fine, but i have big plans for using real butter with my stand mixer. but i'm saving myself for marriage.)
today's cookies are not for me, they're for my dad, who's starting chemo today. yes, i know he won't want to eat cookies. but it's the thought that counts! the thought and the smell. these cookies smell really good too.
COOKIES!
(this recipe makes about 12 really huge cookies. this way you have just enough to enjoy for a few days but not so many that you gorge yourself on cookies, or (unthinkable!) have to throw away old stale cookies)
1/2 stick butter, softened*
6 T sugar
6 T brown sugar**
1/4 t salt
1 1/2 t vanilla
mix that well, scrape down the sides of the bowl, and add one egg. mix again. then, in a separate bowl (if you follow directions) or right on top of the mixture (if you are like me and you're lazy) mix 1 cup plus 2T of flour with 1/2 t baking soda and mix into the wet ingredients.
then add chocolate chips, chocolate chunks, and/or nuts. the recipe calls for a whole cup but i usually use a heaping half cup and they are still very chocolatey.
then scoop big monster cookies onto a sil-pat lines baking sheet and stick in a 375 oven for 12 minutes. i over cooked these because i was on the internet. so they're extra brown but still pretty good. as is proven by ruffles JUMPING ONTO THE TABLE AND EATING THREE OF THEM. so i don't have a lot of cookies to take to my dad but that's cool. they certainly LOOK homemade, which i've learned with parents is almost more important than how good a thing is...see the Homemade Nativity Crying Scene from Christmas 2002.
*i used margarine because i'm poor and lazy, which makes my cookies spread out a lot more than they ought to. but they still taste good
**this is a weird measurement, i know. but apparently if you double the recipe (which would make the sugar measurements a nice 3/4 c) it doesn't work out so well, so i stick to the spoons)
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| i might be boring but my mac and cheese is bossthe quest to cook more is going rather well. i've made dinner in one capacity or another about four times this week. i am also continuing to not use recipes, but that isn't intentional. it's much less about me being a "good cook" and more about me being "too lazy to look it up on the internet" and also "unwilling to go get more ingredients."
at the moment this little experiment is incorporating an unfair amount of goat cheese because i bought waaaaaaaay too much for the acorn squash pizza. if i had more squash i would just make the pizza again. but as it is i made a sort of weird pasta sauce using it and pretty much anything in my fridge with a high fat content. to be fair though, i put broccoli in it. so it was a health food.
i have also been packing greg's lunch. seriously, it's the episodes of mad men saved up on the tivo. it's warping my brain.
however, i did not cook today. i gussied up some leftovers in such a way that it required the oven but i don't think that counts. i was scheming what to make for dinner when ben said he wanted to go out, so we went to heartland barbeque. and, okay, it is like the least fancy establishment around, and it's up here in north o, but it is some of the best barbeque i've ever had. (yeah, texas, i said it. deal.) i highly recommend it. i extra highly recommend it if you have managed to avoid fast food for a while, because that and the pizza i had on friday seemed like treats, like something special that i earned. the pizza was going out with RESPECT people and remounting a tradition of eating pizza greg hates when greg is at work--always fun. and tonight was like, an outing because it was a saturday and we were home and in a good mood.
so often, especially during shows, i have fast food so often it literally makes me sick. and when you have to think, "where am i going to eat?" and you realize there is no where left you haven't eaten that week, it makes you SAD. but when you're at home and you say, what do i want to eat? it's more like an adventure.
i think later i might make brownies, if i can scrape together the last of my butter reserves.
yeah, i know. i'm lame, and i blog about the most boring stuff ever. food, shopping, wedding. blah blah blah. you have a vagina! we get it already! jeeeeez.
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| domestication is for cowstonight i made pioneer woman's crash hot potatoes
and a meatloaf made up up Things I Think Should Be In Meatloaf. it was
pretty good. i think tomorrow's sandwiches will be phenomenal.
i
realize i like, just posted what i made for dinner. but this is part
of a bigger point. or rather, a promise i am making to myself that i
am backing up with THE INTERNET.
i have discovered in the last
few days that i love cooking dinner. i knew i loved to cook and bake,
but whenever i did it it was a big ordeal with tons of planning and a
night off and high expectations and i only did it REALLY four or so
times a month. the rest of the time i'd skimp by with chicken noodle
mountain or oven pizza or whatever. and lots and lots of takeout,
which is expensive and takes its toll on your soul.
suddenly a
light just came on and i'm like, if i cook like every other day, i will
have tons of yummy food, and cooking makes me feel so much better about
what i eat and i look forward to lunch the next day (because there will
always be leftovers, i cook far too much for two people, even if those
two people are me and greg) and it just makes me feel really good. it
also justifies all the kitchen equiptment i own and my large selection
of cookbooks and the GIGANTIC bookmark folder of online recipes i have
(if i were to guess, i would guess 500, and that would only to keep
myself out of trouble)
unfortunately this realization and
lifestyle choice comes at the exact same time that i realize i have one
hundred days until i get married and take tons of pictures of myself to
display around my house forever. not that i have ever dieted, or
really cared, but i would like to appear to have cheekbones in my
wedding portraits. and meatloaf sandwiches tend to give me whatever
whatever would be the EXACT OPPOSITE of cheekbones.
but, in the
past, given the choice between a weight goal and the sweet, sweet
comfort of excessive meat and fancy cheeses, the waist usually loses.
AND i have discovered that i can eat chips again without discomfort. i
realized this by finishing off most of the bag of buffalo style kettle
chips.
this could get chubby, friends.
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