Few weeks ...

Oh, holy Hank. It's been quite some time since I last blogged. Sorry. I'm getting backlash, left and right.
So, the story goes, I've been damned busy. As you know, I was planning on doing the Breast Cancer 3-day walk. My soulmate and sistah-cousin Angus and her Matthew were flying up to do it. Well, I ended up with some nasty arm infection. I woke up on Tuesday, 3 days before the walk, with some awful cellulitis issue in my arm. By the time I got into my adorable oncologist's office, it had quadrupeled. Needless to say, they were testing me for many nasty viruses and infections. I was hopeful that I could fix it and still do the walk. Not so. My oncologist and the Infectious disease specialist that he sent me to both told me that it, basically, wasn't an option. I even joked that it was a shame that I ended up with the flesh eating virus ... my oncologist, not laughing, said, "well, we're, actually, testing you for it." Yikes. So, family gets in town. Angus, much to my surprise, surprised me with her torn ACL. She hadn't shared. So, it worked out perfectly. She couldn't have done the walk anyway.
I spent a week getting IV antibiotics at Swedish ... daily. Between those fun and loud visits to the infusion center, we drank, ate, played, drank, visited our 3-day team on the walk, drank, ate, and drank. Betty Ford, here we come. We had the most wonderful time. I cannot share the specifics of what my best friend/sister-cousin Angi and I did on Sunday, as we would be arrested. But, we had more fun than we've had in a long time. The boys just sat and laughed ... and drank beer.
So, now it's back to reality. I turned 34 on September 18th. Wow. No big news to me, as I thought that I was already 34 for the past year. Honestly. Every time I was asked, last year, how old I was I would say "34." So, it's been an easy transition.
The YSC has been full of hotness and contempt lately. Love that site. Love the gals. But, again, things have heated up and have become a cluster-fuck. I cannot say that it is HORRIBLE, but it is a mess. I don't want new people to come to those boards and see the mess that we've created. I guess, as humans, that will always be the end result when it comes to something that we feel passionately about. Just don't get people needing to feed the fire ... or, feed the fire incessantly. Or, be nasty, callous, and hatefull. Don't get it. I'm all about being a bitch to folks that cut me off in traffic. I will hand you your ass in those situations. But, on a support board for breast cancer, I think that crap is ridiculous. It's pathetic, actually. I'm done with it.
I had an audition on Friday for a national commercial. It would be a sweet gig, as the "call-back" and the shoot dates are all on my days off. You know what this means: I won't score the gig. That's Murphy's Law. I'm fine with it. I'm just glad to get in there and get some great practice. I've, also, got a pal/client that is interresed in using me in a reading for her theatre company. I believe the gig would be early next year. It's not a definite thing. She's just in the process of figuring out who she might like for the roles that are involved. It's nice to know that someone (a wonderful director/producer) is even considering you for a role without having to even audition for them. Again, it may not happen. But, it's great to know that folks appreciate your work.
Okay, off to bed. I've gotta bang some hair tomorrow and I also have a meeting at work.
Nighty, night my pretties.
xoxo
Anna
p.s. I'm sending a shout-out to my pal ChicagoJen. She's getting scans on Thursday and could use your sweet vibes and/or prayers. She's gonna be A-okay ... I just know it!