OK, the first musing is that Xanga needs to get its act together and get the editing box to work properly with the new version of Firefox. I'm getting tired of working in html or cut and pasting from word.

Moving on ...

A girl I went to school with back in my Union days was really into Reba McEntire, at least when we were in junior high. I remember being surprised about that because she was also a big musical theater buff, and to me those two genres didn't really mesh. So I have to think she's happy about Reba's success on Broadway in Annie, Get Your Gun and, now, the concert version of South Pacific just aired on PBS's Great Performances. If you are at all into musical theater, check and see when your local PBS station is airing it (it was on Thirteen last night, but they often re-run them on weekend afternoons). I think South Pacific is kind of a boring show -- the songs are lovely, and catchy (even if you've never seen it, you'll probably find lots of them familiar), but several of them feel too short, or too long and repetitive, and there's not really a lot of action for a musical set during WWII. But Reba and Brian Stokes Mitchell are fabulous, and it's well-staged for a concert version.

Yesterday Lala jetted off with Director Boyfriend (he's one of the directors on a soap opera) to LA for the Daytime Emmy festivities. She's not actually going to the awards ceremony itself (tickets cost $1000 apiece, and Director Boyfriend wasn't nominated so she didn't mind saving him the money), but she is going to some other parties and maybe the technical awards (I kind of lost track of the actual itinerary. Which just proves that I was right in deriving her nickname from "ooh la la." If it was the middle of winter I'd probably be more jealous, although I don't envy her all the stress she was feeling trying to find something to wear.

Up until this week, (well, last weekend really), my fantasy baseball team was doing horrible offensively, which was why I was also in 8th place (out of 10 teams). This week, I have jumped all the way up to 4th, in no small part because I have Kevin Mench, and Kevin Mench now has new shoes. Sus, of course, found this immensely entertaining; especially since she confessed that when she went to the Tigers-Rangers game last week, she cheered for the Tigers because the Rangers looked so bad.

I finally found jeans that fit! Well, not exactly, but they are neither so tight that they make me self conscious (or do that thing where they ride up on my thigh when I sit and I have to pull them down when I stand up) or so loose that I have to worry about them falling off. They were at Express, of course. I don't know why I never tried their jeans on before; they make the only dress pants I can wear as well. And I found them just in time: I went through my closet last weekend and found I couldn't wear 3/4 of the pants that were in there. Some of them dated back to early college, which was okay, but there were a couple of pairs I bought in New York, which was not so okay. Though it may also be that I don't like wearing my jeans as snug as I once did.

Another story submission, another rejection letter. *sigh* Although I've had rejection letters from this journal before, and I'm pretty sure the earlier ones never included "It was a good read" before. They could have just changed their form letter, but for now I'm pretending it was a sign of encouragement. But the new writing schedule is going well -- I've been feeling kind of blecch from allergies this week, so I'm taking the opportunity to catch up on typing the novel into the computer, but I'm actually working, so go me. Of course, as usual, the housework is going undone, because I can never seem to manage writing and cleaning at the same time. I suppose that's the next schedule I have to work on.