I have a mammogram this morning. My first. Man, I feel old.
I caught that cough the kids started with three weeks ago and can't shake it. I'm coming up from laryngitis, though not fast enough to suit me. I'd hate to be croaky on the radio tomorrow morning. Plus, I have a big meeting with the station manager afterward about logistics for me working on a kids music show they want to syndicate around the country. Can't be croaky for that! And, I have a 10:30 meeting with a local TV station that is interested in my involvement in something called "Parenting Pointers" that they want to start. Must come off as TV-photogenic and sparkly, and it's hard to do that when one sounds like one has been smoking for 40 years. Tea with lemon and honey, here I come.
I'm finished with 12 of the 15 chapters in my book. Chapter 12 needs work, though I'm going to wait to do it until the end. Man, I love my evil tabloid reporter character. She made her appearance at the end of Chapter 12 and boy, she's a sticky-sweet-on-the-outside manipulative bitch. I'm going-going-going on the rest of it through this weekend.
Two weekends ago, my friend Candace came up to visit from Pennsylvania with her three kids. Ella had her first experience with a wonderful innocent crush she and the 10-year-old boy had for each other--particularly, I think, on his side. He's a great kid, and he just thinks Ella is the bee's knees. They went around holding hands, totally sweet. Madison has her Max, and now Ella has her Elliott. So great that it wasn't something stupid at school where kids would make fun of them.
The girls' new musical theater camp is Alice in Wonderland, and it's for the older-kids set...Ella is among the youngest, this time, and Madison is far from the oldest as she was in the last camp. They are enjoying it quite a bit less than they liked the last camp, although I think it's worthwhile nevertheless. For one thing, it's a lot more tiring: 9-5 as opposed to 9-12. And, they're not the stars of this camp... I think they got used to all of the littler kids liking them, and cheerfully hanging out with them. And now, they're in with older kids, some of whom are typical-preteen-and-early-teen snotty and competitive and cliquey. Mine are a bit innocent, remember, partly as a result of being homeschooled, and they just got on better with the younger kids who haven't become jaded yet. Anyway, there were no "issues" in the last camp, and now there are a few "issues" in this camp, which I think diminishes the experience. Next week starts a month of doing nothing.
Well, for them, anyway. And it's not exactly doing nothing. One thing they are doing is investigating Time4learning.com. It's a homeschool curriculum that is primarily online. They both love learning on the computer, and I told them that if they're interested in following that curriculum, they can do it in August as a test. If they like it enough to keep it up through August, then when the school year starts properly in September we can continue (and count ourselves as having started in August, which will let us off earlier next year), otherwise we'd go back to my normal curriculum, which I plan eclectically on my own.
I'm not sure which to hope for, although I mildly would like it if they liked Time4Learning because that would leave me with more time to work on my own stuff. The program covers all subjects, and you could choose your grade level per subject (I think). This would put Madison in the 7th or 8th grade instead of the 6th, and Ella probably in the 5th instead of the 4th. (I can never keep track of what grade Ella is in. She's made such a leap the last 4 months or so that it seems amazing to me that I was technically reporting her for 3rd grade this past year.)
Which reminds me, I must turn in their 3rd quarter, 4th quarter, and year-end evaluations to the school district. That is, I must write them and then turn them in, and submit a curriculum plan for next year and turn THAT in. My nice school district doesn't nag me, especially since the administrators of the home school folks get my newsletter; they know that one thing they don't have to worry about is MY kids' education.
Off to the mammogram. Yuck.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
In which one of my children tries to kill the other
Sleeping Beauty
Stages - Performance in Rochester July 17, 2010
Madison is Maleficent
Ella is Princess Aurora a.k.a. Briar Rose a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty
Stages - Performance in Rochester July 17, 2010
Madison is Maleficent
Ella is Princess Aurora a.k.a. Briar Rose a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Fitness, from a whole 'nother perspective
This afternoon, I received a note about a fundraiser for a local child who has just been diagnosed with Spinal Muscular Atrophy. He's the son of one of the main teachers at Writers and Books, an independent writing organization / school here in Rochester where Madison takes those wonderful writing classes.
Sally, the mom, is fabulous. I've loved working with her on projects during the past year, and have been grateful for her combination of formality and familiarity when introducing the kids in Madison's writing class at a special reading event this past spring.
Spinal Muscular Atrophy means something to me: My freshman year roommate, Marni, had it. It's a genetic disorder of the large skeletal muscles; Marni could type and scoot her hands from side to side, but she couldn't lift her arms, and was in a wheelchair. The condition is usually degenerative, even though for some reason Marni's deterioration had slowed or stopped by the time she arrived at Penn. So I felt terrible when I heard about Sally's son Oscar.
It's so often the case when one hears about a friend's tragedy that there is nothing one can really do to help. But in this case, I could. The fundraiser to pay for altering their house to make it wheelchair-accessible is tomorrow at a local art gallery, and there are activities for kids at the event. So at least I could help get the word out with a special KidsOutAndAbout.com notice to 9000 people.
I called Sally directly at the office, and we talked for a little while. We talked about the event, and also about SMA and how the science has progressed in the 20 years since I last really paid attention. I told her all about Marni and her double major at Penn and her PhD from Berkeley and her professorship at Stanford and her cool equipped van that she drove herself starting at age 18.
I could hear the story giving Sally hope. I could hear the eagerness in her voice as I talked with her about all of Marni's achievements. She asked lots of questions. She asked for Marni's name. I had the feeling that she was going to go look her up and see if she could learn about what Marni's been up to, to get some hope from the accomplishments of an adult with the same condition.
So that's what I did after writing my special newsletter: I googled Marni. And, damn it, I found out she died in 2007, of respiratory failure, while on vacation with her parents in Costa Rica. So what Sally is mostly going to find when she looks up Marni Goldman is all of this memorial stuff, scholarships and whatnot, in Marni's name. Damn it all.
And so of course for the rest of the day, I couldn't stop looking at my own babies, particularly Madison, especially today, Day 3 of Project Run. It was another successful morning of running with her in the Glen. As we were jogging along, she was telling me how strong and healthy and athletic she's going to be someday. I'm glad she has goals. But of course, this afternoon and evening, all I can see is how beautiful she is NOW: her beautiful strong legs, and her beautiful strong arms, and her beautiful strong lungs.
Sally, the mom, is fabulous. I've loved working with her on projects during the past year, and have been grateful for her combination of formality and familiarity when introducing the kids in Madison's writing class at a special reading event this past spring.
Spinal Muscular Atrophy means something to me: My freshman year roommate, Marni, had it. It's a genetic disorder of the large skeletal muscles; Marni could type and scoot her hands from side to side, but she couldn't lift her arms, and was in a wheelchair. The condition is usually degenerative, even though for some reason Marni's deterioration had slowed or stopped by the time she arrived at Penn. So I felt terrible when I heard about Sally's son Oscar.
It's so often the case when one hears about a friend's tragedy that there is nothing one can really do to help. But in this case, I could. The fundraiser to pay for altering their house to make it wheelchair-accessible is tomorrow at a local art gallery, and there are activities for kids at the event. So at least I could help get the word out with a special KidsOutAndAbout.com notice to 9000 people.
I called Sally directly at the office, and we talked for a little while. We talked about the event, and also about SMA and how the science has progressed in the 20 years since I last really paid attention. I told her all about Marni and her double major at Penn and her PhD from Berkeley and her professorship at Stanford and her cool equipped van that she drove herself starting at age 18.
I could hear the story giving Sally hope. I could hear the eagerness in her voice as I talked with her about all of Marni's achievements. She asked lots of questions. She asked for Marni's name. I had the feeling that she was going to go look her up and see if she could learn about what Marni's been up to, to get some hope from the accomplishments of an adult with the same condition.
So that's what I did after writing my special newsletter: I googled Marni. And, damn it, I found out she died in 2007, of respiratory failure, while on vacation with her parents in Costa Rica. So what Sally is mostly going to find when she looks up Marni Goldman is all of this memorial stuff, scholarships and whatnot, in Marni's name. Damn it all.
And so of course for the rest of the day, I couldn't stop looking at my own babies, particularly Madison, especially today, Day 3 of Project Run. It was another successful morning of running with her in the Glen. As we were jogging along, she was telling me how strong and healthy and athletic she's going to be someday. I'm glad she has goals. But of course, this afternoon and evening, all I can see is how beautiful she is NOW: her beautiful strong legs, and her beautiful strong arms, and her beautiful strong lungs.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Morning update
Madison was up *before 7* this morning, wanting to go running.
She had to drag ME away from the computer this time.
We went for a short one so she'd have time to shower and eat before camp.
"I LOVE this, Mom," she said to me as we were walking back up the hill toward home. "If we do this all the time, it's going to be so good for me."
"And for me," I said.
(Short pause.)
"Well, yeah. It will be good for you, too. But right now I'm thinking mostly about me. Okay?"
She had to drag ME away from the computer this time.
We went for a short one so she'd have time to shower and eat before camp.
"I LOVE this, Mom," she said to me as we were walking back up the hill toward home. "If we do this all the time, it's going to be so good for me."
"And for me," I said.
(Short pause.)
"Well, yeah. It will be good for you, too. But right now I'm thinking mostly about me. Okay?"
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Madison and fitness
I was extremely proud of Madison this morning.
I've been doing a bit of running for the past month, mostly to try to get my legs used to it so they don't freeze up on Monday nights during softball games (which continue through August). It's worked, for the most part. During the last couple of games, I've had no problems.
It had occurred to me that this would be a great opportunity to get Madison to do a bit more exercise than she's doing. Madison is growing at a great clip... between January 2009 and April 2010, she grew four-and-a-half inches. I can barely keep her in pants that are long enough.
Throughout Madison's childhood, when she's grown, it's been first out, then up. She's never been what you call slim, but recently the "out" part has continued and hasn't slimmed down with the "up." Madison definitely inherited my body type rather than the long-and-lean Ross genes, and while I'm no skinny minnie I've never had an actual problem, so I wasn't worried about Madison.
But the girl loves the computer, and hanging around reading, and she's never met an ice cream cone she didn't love. This just-before-teen year time seems to me to be the time when habits are going to get established into the teen years and beyond, so I thought that this summer is could be the perfect time to get her actively exercising. I invited her to start running with me as soon as we got back from our big trip out west. She wasn't enthusiastic, but she wasn't really disinclined, either. I gave her the establish-the-routine-now-so-you-can-be-strong-and-healthy-for life talk, and if there's anything the child understands, it's theory. So she thought it would be a good thing to do.
You know what interfered? The child actually lost her sneakers last weekend after the 4th-of-July parade, and didn't find them until yesterday. So she didn't come out with me this past week. I didn't make a big deal of it, only let it seem like something that she'd like to do, when she found her sneakers.
Well, last night, she agreed to go out with me this morning. I found her at her computer this morning about half an hour after she got up. At which point, as you can imagine, she was NOT inclined to put on clothes and go exercise. She tried her best to argue me out of it, but I was persuasive, and off we went to Corbett's Glen, which is a nature trail a block away from our house, before David was even awake.
And here's the totally unexpected thing: The child was GOOD. So, so, so much better than I'd expected. Much better than ME, that's for sure -- I always get side cramps half a mile in and have to walk. But that kid let me set a fairly slow pace, and then kept going when I had to stop and walk a little...altogether going a bit more than a mile before stopping herself and letting me catch up. Boy, was she proud, as well she should have been.
"I can't believe it, but it looks like you've got Daddy's running genes," I told her down by the creek when we were skipping stones, before turning around and running home.
She repeated that like five times today to whoever would listen.
She wants to go out tomorrow, for a short run, before camp. She wants me to wake her at -- get this -- 7:15.
You know what's really got her? Madison is REALLY competitive. She absolutely adores the fact of beating the pants off me this morning. If that's what it takes to keep her going, that's fine by me.
Speaking of pants, she literally WAS wearing my running shorts. That was partly what got her out the door -- she didn't have anything approximating comfortable running shorts, so I tried her on an old pair of mine. Yes, they'd shrunk over the years, so they don't really fit me any more. But she was delighted that she was big enough to wear my old clothes. So, it was a day of a couple of firsts for her.
My job: to keep it all going. I will.
I've been doing a bit of running for the past month, mostly to try to get my legs used to it so they don't freeze up on Monday nights during softball games (which continue through August). It's worked, for the most part. During the last couple of games, I've had no problems.
It had occurred to me that this would be a great opportunity to get Madison to do a bit more exercise than she's doing. Madison is growing at a great clip... between January 2009 and April 2010, she grew four-and-a-half inches. I can barely keep her in pants that are long enough.
Throughout Madison's childhood, when she's grown, it's been first out, then up. She's never been what you call slim, but recently the "out" part has continued and hasn't slimmed down with the "up." Madison definitely inherited my body type rather than the long-and-lean Ross genes, and while I'm no skinny minnie I've never had an actual problem, so I wasn't worried about Madison.
But the girl loves the computer, and hanging around reading, and she's never met an ice cream cone she didn't love. This just-before-teen year time seems to me to be the time when habits are going to get established into the teen years and beyond, so I thought that this summer is could be the perfect time to get her actively exercising. I invited her to start running with me as soon as we got back from our big trip out west. She wasn't enthusiastic, but she wasn't really disinclined, either. I gave her the establish-the-routine-now-so-you-can-be-strong-and-healthy-for life talk, and if there's anything the child understands, it's theory. So she thought it would be a good thing to do.
You know what interfered? The child actually lost her sneakers last weekend after the 4th-of-July parade, and didn't find them until yesterday. So she didn't come out with me this past week. I didn't make a big deal of it, only let it seem like something that she'd like to do, when she found her sneakers.
Well, last night, she agreed to go out with me this morning. I found her at her computer this morning about half an hour after she got up. At which point, as you can imagine, she was NOT inclined to put on clothes and go exercise. She tried her best to argue me out of it, but I was persuasive, and off we went to Corbett's Glen, which is a nature trail a block away from our house, before David was even awake.
And here's the totally unexpected thing: The child was GOOD. So, so, so much better than I'd expected. Much better than ME, that's for sure -- I always get side cramps half a mile in and have to walk. But that kid let me set a fairly slow pace, and then kept going when I had to stop and walk a little...altogether going a bit more than a mile before stopping herself and letting me catch up. Boy, was she proud, as well she should have been.
"I can't believe it, but it looks like you've got Daddy's running genes," I told her down by the creek when we were skipping stones, before turning around and running home.
She repeated that like five times today to whoever would listen.
She wants to go out tomorrow, for a short run, before camp. She wants me to wake her at -- get this -- 7:15.
You know what's really got her? Madison is REALLY competitive. She absolutely adores the fact of beating the pants off me this morning. If that's what it takes to keep her going, that's fine by me.
Speaking of pants, she literally WAS wearing my running shorts. That was partly what got her out the door -- she didn't have anything approximating comfortable running shorts, so I tried her on an old pair of mine. Yes, they'd shrunk over the years, so they don't really fit me any more. But she was delighted that she was big enough to wear my old clothes. So, it was a day of a couple of firsts for her.
My job: to keep it all going. I will.
19 pages last week
So, I'm currently one quarter of the time into my month-wherein-the-girls-have-camp-and-so-I-have-silence, and I have one-quarter of the remaining work on Food Fights completely done. In short, I'm on track.
I think I'll be collapsing two of the remaining chapters into one, which this means I have completed 10 out of the 16 chapters. And, I've worked out a good deal of bits and pieces of the rest. Chapter 12 is a totally cool chapter, just too tempting not to work on...a chapter in which all of these seeds I sewed earlier on burst into bloom. Phrases kept blossoming in my mind, too, perfect dialogue for Chapter 12. So, I cheated and wrote some of it before knuckling down and working on Chapter 11. It was like dessert before dinner.
I'm right now in the middle of Chapter 11. It's going much faster than those always-dreaded middle chapters 8, 9, and 10. Chapter 11 has my main characters doing some very clever internet public relations to get their video to go viral, and boy, do I know about P.R. and the internet. So even though it's no Chapter 12, Chapter 11 is proving fun to write. And as soon as I finish it (Tuesday? Wednesday?) I'll really be in the end game.
I think I'll be collapsing two of the remaining chapters into one, which this means I have completed 10 out of the 16 chapters. And, I've worked out a good deal of bits and pieces of the rest. Chapter 12 is a totally cool chapter, just too tempting not to work on...a chapter in which all of these seeds I sewed earlier on burst into bloom. Phrases kept blossoming in my mind, too, perfect dialogue for Chapter 12. So, I cheated and wrote some of it before knuckling down and working on Chapter 11. It was like dessert before dinner.
I'm right now in the middle of Chapter 11. It's going much faster than those always-dreaded middle chapters 8, 9, and 10. Chapter 11 has my main characters doing some very clever internet public relations to get their video to go viral, and boy, do I know about P.R. and the internet. So even though it's no Chapter 12, Chapter 11 is proving fun to write. And as soon as I finish it (Tuesday? Wednesday?) I'll really be in the end game.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Three pages
Three pages was enough for me to do today, instead of four, because I stopped at the end of a scene. I barely got these pages in under the wire, too much to do for work today, couldn't get focused on fiction. Ah, well, moderate success anyway. I'll try to keep up the pace tomorrow!
Monday, July 05, 2010
My will be done
Madison and Ella started Sleeping Beauty camp today and loved it. Yay! Never have I been so happy with a camp. For the first two weeks, it's 9am-12pm, and for the second two weeks (Alice in Wonderland) it's 9am-5pm.
I have two main goals for July:
1) KidsOutAndAbout.com stuff includes preliminary work to get the new Albany KidsOutAndAbout.com site up and running, several reviews to write for the current KOA site, and more meetings and contacts here in Rochester to make some immediate cash.
2) But in addition to that, I will be able to dedicate actual, uninterrupted attention on:
Food Fights
Because come the end of July, it WILL be done. I swear.
I have 20 days plus weekends, minus one weekend in the middle where my friend Candace is bringing her three kids from Pennsylvania to visit. My requirement is four pages per day to finish it, then a solid week at the end to revise, before starting agent queries in August.
I can do it. Despite having a dentist appointment this morning, I got my four pages in today. And, I admit, I do love this book. My four reviewers from the conference gave me three enthusiastic thumbs-up and one lukewarm this-isn't-my-genre-so-I-don't-know-how-to-respond, so I'm fired up to finish it and get it published. I can see it, damn it. (I can also see the made-for-TV movie based on it, but I guess there's no need to get ahead of ourselves. On the other hand, as I always say, if I can take a little pleasure NOW from dreaming, why not do it? It's free. It's either have the pleasure now, or don't. I think I'll choose to have it.)
I have two main goals for July:
1) KidsOutAndAbout.com stuff includes preliminary work to get the new Albany KidsOutAndAbout.com site up and running, several reviews to write for the current KOA site, and more meetings and contacts here in Rochester to make some immediate cash.
2) But in addition to that, I will be able to dedicate actual, uninterrupted attention on:
Food Fights
Because come the end of July, it WILL be done. I swear.
I have 20 days plus weekends, minus one weekend in the middle where my friend Candace is bringing her three kids from Pennsylvania to visit. My requirement is four pages per day to finish it, then a solid week at the end to revise, before starting agent queries in August.
I can do it. Despite having a dentist appointment this morning, I got my four pages in today. And, I admit, I do love this book. My four reviewers from the conference gave me three enthusiastic thumbs-up and one lukewarm this-isn't-my-genre-so-I-don't-know-how-to-respond, so I'm fired up to finish it and get it published. I can see it, damn it. (I can also see the made-for-TV movie based on it, but I guess there's no need to get ahead of ourselves. On the other hand, as I always say, if I can take a little pleasure NOW from dreaming, why not do it? It's free. It's either have the pleasure now, or don't. I think I'll choose to have it.)
Friday, July 02, 2010
Leading ladies
Madison and Ella got the two leads in the first musical theater camp they're in at Stages this summer. The show is Sleeping Beauty. Ella is Princess Aurora (a.k.a. Briar Rose, a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty) and Madison is the evil sorceress Malificent. Wouldn't you know that for the first musical the girls are in together, one of them is trying to kill the other.
They're among the older members of the group (ages 6-10), and this is the same director Madison had for Schoolhouse Rock. The camp is Monday though Friday for two weeks starting this coming Monday, and they'll have performances on the second Friday evening and Saturday afternoon. It will be mostly parents and friends in the audience; this is no hifallutin production, though Stages does a MUCH better job than other production companies about nurturing the kids into doing as professional a performance as possible, even in a 2-week summer camp context. One nice thing is that an old high school friend of mine is coming up to visit with her three kids that weekend, so they'll get to see the show.
I wasn't in the least surprised that Madison got the part of Malificent. Misty, her director, practically had her typecast. They had auditions this past Tuesday night, and from the first aggressive "ARRRRGH!" Madison let out when she started reading for the part, she had the four adults in the audience in stitches.
That's right, only four adults in the audience. The director, the choreographer, the assistant directors, and...me. The rest of the parents were in the parent meeting, but to my surprise, Misty asked me to be one of the judges, along with herself, the choreographer, and the assistant director. "You're sensible, and I trust your judgment." Gee! She handed me a sheet and had me rank each kid from 1 to 5 on singing, dancing, and role reading. It was interesting, although it took me a bit to get the hang of quickly reading each child's name tag and grading him or her. Most of the kids didn't sing above a whisper, and only half in tune, so you can guess what kind of a show it's going to be. I think only Ella and Madison had actual singing/acting experience.
Which is why Ella got the part of the princess. She isn't a very *strong* singer (fortunately, she'll be miked), but she stays in tune very well and she was the only girl besides Madison (who was beautifully witchy and over the top) who read with expression when they were reading for roles. If there had been a stronger or clearer singer than Ella, she would have gotten it, but Ella will do fine. She has two solo songs.
A small wave of relief washed over me when I watched Ella read for the princess: I realized that Ella's reading has finally "arrived." A year ago, she would have faltered; she would have been too busy concentrating on sounding out the words to have had any expression in her voice. This year, she is fine. And she is reading The Secret Garden for book club, all on her own, without complaining. So there.
And Madison...my goodness, Madison will be GREAT as Malificent. I think she knows all of her lines already. She has three solo songs, and is delightfully cackly in each. She was relieved at not having to dance (she's wise enough to know that she's no dancer), and her stomp-around overbearing dramatic in-your-face loud kind of presence that so gets under my skin at times is perfect for Malificent. And at the end, she gets to have a sword fight with Prince Phillip, and die dramatically. The child is in her glory.
It's going to be a fun couple of weeks. And I get to get a lot DONE!
They're among the older members of the group (ages 6-10), and this is the same director Madison had for Schoolhouse Rock. The camp is Monday though Friday for two weeks starting this coming Monday, and they'll have performances on the second Friday evening and Saturday afternoon. It will be mostly parents and friends in the audience; this is no hifallutin production, though Stages does a MUCH better job than other production companies about nurturing the kids into doing as professional a performance as possible, even in a 2-week summer camp context. One nice thing is that an old high school friend of mine is coming up to visit with her three kids that weekend, so they'll get to see the show.
I wasn't in the least surprised that Madison got the part of Malificent. Misty, her director, practically had her typecast. They had auditions this past Tuesday night, and from the first aggressive "ARRRRGH!" Madison let out when she started reading for the part, she had the four adults in the audience in stitches.
That's right, only four adults in the audience. The director, the choreographer, the assistant directors, and...me. The rest of the parents were in the parent meeting, but to my surprise, Misty asked me to be one of the judges, along with herself, the choreographer, and the assistant director. "You're sensible, and I trust your judgment." Gee! She handed me a sheet and had me rank each kid from 1 to 5 on singing, dancing, and role reading. It was interesting, although it took me a bit to get the hang of quickly reading each child's name tag and grading him or her. Most of the kids didn't sing above a whisper, and only half in tune, so you can guess what kind of a show it's going to be. I think only Ella and Madison had actual singing/acting experience.
Which is why Ella got the part of the princess. She isn't a very *strong* singer (fortunately, she'll be miked), but she stays in tune very well and she was the only girl besides Madison (who was beautifully witchy and over the top) who read with expression when they were reading for roles. If there had been a stronger or clearer singer than Ella, she would have gotten it, but Ella will do fine. She has two solo songs.
A small wave of relief washed over me when I watched Ella read for the princess: I realized that Ella's reading has finally "arrived." A year ago, she would have faltered; she would have been too busy concentrating on sounding out the words to have had any expression in her voice. This year, she is fine. And she is reading The Secret Garden for book club, all on her own, without complaining. So there.
And Madison...my goodness, Madison will be GREAT as Malificent. I think she knows all of her lines already. She has three solo songs, and is delightfully cackly in each. She was relieved at not having to dance (she's wise enough to know that she's no dancer), and her stomp-around overbearing dramatic in-your-face loud kind of presence that so gets under my skin at times is perfect for Malificent. And at the end, she gets to have a sword fight with Prince Phillip, and die dramatically. The child is in her glory.
It's going to be a fun couple of weeks. And I get to get a lot DONE!
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