11/29/07

Documenting Your Pregnancy, Hollywood Style



First Demi Then Britney
And now Christina.


Naked and Pregnant. What do you make of it?


Have YOU taken naked pregnant pictures?




Here's how we documented MY pregnancy:







Wait for it.








Wait for it.







Oh, I know you want to see.







I know you're wondering how far I'll go.







Well, look out below!







TADA!!!

11/28/07

I Don't Know Karate, But I Do Know K-razy

What to do today? Get up, go to work at the Karate



Karate teacher charged with felony after kicking student 200 times
5:17 PM EST, November 26, 2007
SUFFOLK
A karate instructor who teaches children in Hampton and Suffolk has been charged with felony child endangerment, after one of her students accused her of kicking him in the ribs more than 200 times, causing internal injuries, police said.According to police, Bateman, a Hampton resident, had told her students at the Suffolk studio that students in Hampton had taken kicks in the abdomen, and challenged her Suffolk students to receive the same amount of kicks. The students got down in pushup position, and Bateman began kicking them in the abdomen and rib area, George said."She kicked them until they each told her to stop," George said.Two students received over 200 kicks. One of her , an 11-year-old boy, had to receive medical treatment for his injuries, which likely include a fractured rib, George said.The incident occurred on Nov. 7, but wasn't reported until Nov. 14, when one of the students told his parents because he needed medical treatment.

11/27/07

Dadaism

Mimi said her first word tonight. I think it's all those art books we've been reading. She said, "Dada."
Clearly she was referring to the art movement.


Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement that began in neutral Zürich, Switzerland, during World War I and peaked from 1916 to 1920. The movement primarily involved visual arts, literature (poetry, art manifestoes, art theory), theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti war politic through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works. Dada activities included public gatherings, demonstrations, and publication of art/literary journals.

11/25/07

Russian Iron Woman



Let's face it, I've got some extra.



Dx and I have been trying to join a gym for the last six months. There is much to be gained by joining a gym, but there are plenty of reasons not to join.






Reasons to Join:



1) The Babysitting



2) You're paying, so maybe you'll actually go.



3) Something to do other than shopping.



4) Might lose weight/get in shape.



5) It's right down the street.



6) Feels grown up.



7) Hilarious stripping classes.






Reasons NOT to Join:



1) I'm not a joiner.



2) C'mon, I'm not Actually going to go.



3) I live on the Iron Horse Trail.



4) They ream you with initiation fees, contracts, etc.



5) Stinky other workouty people.



6) I'm cheap.



7) I only plan to exercise for about a month, then if it don't work, I quit.



8) Plan to get preg. sometime in next 3 years, see #4.



9) I hate working out.



10) I've never actually worked out consistently.



11) They cancelled the strip class and I accidentally swore profanities at the membership people.



12) Other people's kids in the Babysitting. Bad babysitting, unless at Clubsport (which is $150+ a month, no thank you)



13) If you pay and then don't go, you are technically paying a fat tax.



14) I could just buy new jeans. Paige informed me: Just cause they button don't mean they fit)






7 yes reasons, 14 no's. I'm not joining.






How, oh how shall I lose my extra 10? Yes, I'm a spoiled whiner who only has 10/15 to lose, but my jean collection is probably worth more than yours and I'm fitting into them if it kills me.






And it might.






Enter the Kettlebells.


The wha wha? The Kettlebells.


Kettlebells are a centuries old Russian exercise weight. You swing them around and crouch and bend and stuff. It's like the new Pilates, without the fancy medieval torture rack that they won't let you just get on and play with because you have to be taught by certified Pilates instructors.




Only two items involved: A 10lb weight and your dignity.



Here is the verdict:


It's really kind of fun.


There is an element of danger. (What if I drop this on my head foot or child?)


It comes with a DVD instruction.


I can hardly do some of the exercises and they're completely different than any other exercisy weight things I've attempted.


My booty HURTS. Like the back upper thigh part of my booty and my general core. After playing with the Kettlebell for about 10 minutes, I almost fell down and felt like jello. That usually takes me twenty mins (alright 10, at full sprint) on the elliptical.


What else have you done that actually works your booty like that?


They sell them at Target. Buy a low weight. I can't even do some of the exercises because I'm such a weakling. Do not perform exercises on a slick surface, as Kettlebell may kill you.


My Guitar Hero

My husband took up a new hobby this week: Jamming. When Dx says he's going to do something, look out because he is actually going to do that thing. Earlier this week he said, "I'm going to learn to play the guitar" and yesterday he serenaded me with 'Louie Louie.' Now Dx plays the guitar. He's cool like that.


Please note the guitar shirt he wore while purchasing said guitar. I asked him if the super nerd guitar guys noticed, he said they didn't mention it.


Dx also plays the drums. He is also a talented singer. He could be a one man band.

Mimi is his biggest fan. She parties naked.

11/24/07

Cancelling Christmas?

Mimi's First Thanksgiving.
The Family Who Attempted to Cancel Christmas. Notice how plates are empty. Excellent dinner, contributors.


Word on the street is the Greenbaums are cancelling Christmas. Something about service and how Paige doesn't want any more gifts. We didn't even mention drawing names on Thanksgiving.


That's all well and good, but this is the first Christmas I've been near my family in three years. We're buying people presents, dammit.


Here is a list of people for whom we have already bought presents:

The A Family.

The W Family.

The G Family.

Val.

Cam.

This list will be updated as presents are bought.

11/21/07

We Were Robbed

Stupid Gap Casting Call.

Under your (my reader's) instruction, I submitted Mimi. She didn't even make the finals. Now there are a bunch of crappy other kids in the running to be a Gap model.

Those Gap people. Don't know a good thing when they see one. Clearly they must be racists. I hope all of their stupid kid models throw up on their ugly clothes and then poop through them.

From this day forward until at least next week, I am boycotting stupid Gap.

Dare they deny this face?

11/20/07

Not Invited To The Party

I was not invited to the blog party at Celia's today.
Even though I helped choreograph 'Guys and Dolls' the kids forgot to thank me.
My husband left me in the cold waiting for him to pick me up for over an hour and never returned my calls.

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I guess I'll go eat this for dinner:
This is my attempt at crotch pot cooking. It was supposed to be a brisket.

Thank you to Paige who watched Mimi today at said blog party. Had I known it was a blog party, I would have rearranged my schedule. But I was not invited.

11/19/07

Why, Yes! They ARE Twins.

Mimi has a best friend (second to Alice, of course, but she doesn't count because they're cousins and family cannot be best friends.)


This is Izzy. Isabella belongs to Becky and Glen, our church buds. Izzy is 1.5 months younger than Mimi, but she is advanced. Izzy can clap and stand and crawl. They started crawling last week or so, and now they're little terrors.


Sometimes Izzy comes over and sleeps in Mimi's bed. It doesn't last very long.

When we go out together, people ask if our babies are twins. I tell them yes. Becky has a convenient double stroller, so we just slip them in there. It's the best way to have multiple babies: multiple parents!


Izzy has a little bit of the Asian Persuasian about her from her dad Glen.

Here are my twin girls in coordinating outfits, doing some standing.
And here they are at the park. Yes, they wear matching head pieces. Let me know if you want some flowers for your baby girl. The don't fall off. Lastly, here is Mimi practicing a rite of passage. Everybody should get a baby girl. Too bad for those of you who don't have one.


11/17/07

By Any Other Name


When Ellie and I were little, our Uncle Jay would frequently send presents addressed to "Eleanor" thinking that we were the same person (or perhaps he was just thrifty). We would fight over the present and I would always win, because I am younger and clearly more clever. But Ellie got the better name out of the two of us. Her real name is Giselle, like the ballet. I named my baby after Giselle, (my husband thinks it's after the supermodel Gisele.) The new animated movie 'Enchanted' stars a princess named Giselle, so I guess that name is going to join the ranks of beautiful Princesses.

I have an old lady's name. It's true. Ever met anyone under 70 named Lenore? I didn't think so.

I lie and tell people that I was named after Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven' but in reality, I was named after the babysitter. Apparently my parents ran into her in the hospital when I was born. The original Lenore never used her real name but instead went by "Suzy" for no reason whatsoever.

When I learned Dx's last name, I knew immediately that I should consider him for a husband. Dx's last name is Crave.n. Perfect match!





People screw my name up all the time. They call me Leona (as in Helmsly) or Eleanor (as in Roosevelt). There is little more annoying than somebody getting your name wrong. You just want to smack them. I'll never understand why people use anything other than standardized spellings for their children's names. It's like giving a little gift of a hassle.


It's not that it's a particularly hard name, just an unusual one. The spelling is phonetic, but they always mess it up when calling from credit companies (never happens!) or when my order is done at In N' Out (never been there!) For the last five years, I've told the people at Jamba Juice that my name is Val. It's easier and I can always remember to grab my Orange Dream Machine.


Growing up, my sisters called me Lenorie, Baby Lenoo, Norie, Nor, Norface, and Normal. When called "Normal" I used to run and tell on them because I thought they were teasing me. I'd tell them over and over, "I'm NOT NORMAL!" and then cry.


When I got to college I gave up on Lenore, mostly so people in crowded spaces could hear and understand me. In college, most socializing occurs in loud crowded spaces with semi-intoxicated people. My friends called me Nor. When Norah Jones became popular, I started using her name, because at least people could understand and recognize Nora.


Moving back to the Bay, I've had a lot of Nor resistance. I dislike introducing myself as a nickname, so when people read my name from church roles I'm back with the Leonora thing again. Do I correct them? Do I just let them figure out that I'm most commonly called Nor? Or am I most commonly called something else? I think my family refers to me as Lenore, but to my face they call me Nor or Nori, most of the time. My husband calls me Nor to friends and then Lenore to business people, unless they're Asian (then he calls me Nori -- like the seaweed).


Over the years, I've also had some atrocious nicknames of my nickname. Favorites are LeBore, LeWhore (rough high school years), LeSnore (thank you, Smellie), Lenny (like the big dumb guy in 'Of Mice and Men') and Hardcore Nor (when I wore a lot of black in LA).


So, which name should I use? Do I go back to Lenore, or try to force the Nor? Nor sounds annoyingly exotic, like Queen Noor in Persia, but Lenore feels like such a clunker. Or shall I just change my name to Trixie LaRue?

Have you ever had amusing nicknames? How did you get your name? Does your name bug you sometimes?





11/16/07

My 9 Month Old

For my fans:

Oh, brave new world
that hath such people in it!

Love,
Miranda Giselle

11/15/07

What I Want For Christmas



I have only one thing on my Christmas List. Well, one kit.


I want this very large appliance:


For the uninitiated, this is a Shave Ice machine. This is not the silly little Snoopy sno-cone machine, this is a heavy duty industrial strength ice shaver.


Hawaiian Shave Ice (not shaved ice, if shaved then clearly non-authentic) is a delicious treat from the tropical islands. You may have had sno-cones, but until you have had Shave Ice in Hawaii, you have not had the real deal.


When we visit Hawaii, I like to eat two Shave Ices each day. They need to come in the fancy cup. I prefer the Blue Hawaii flavor, paired with Li-hing Nui for a sweet and sour treat. Blue Hawaii is coconut and vanilla, while Li-Hing Nui is a special Hawaiian plum. I highly advise topping off the Shave Ice with a Snow Cap, which is sweetened condensed milk poured on top. Many people enjoy a scoop of ice cream at the bottom of the cup, but I feel that takes away from the divinity of pure Shave Ice.


The only other place where I have had comparable Shave Ice is in Arizona at Bahama Bucks. Arizona readers, please visit Bahama Bucks in honor of me.


To go with my Industrial Strength Shave Ice machine (I've found them as low as $300 on Ebay), may I please order these flavors:


Blue Hawaii, Li-Hing Mui, Cherry Jubliee, Mai Tai, Blue Raspberry, Pink Lemonade, Lychee, and Horchatta.


Aloha.

11/13/07

Paige Has Been Here

Looks good, eh? You should visit her site and comment if you haven't already. She's seriously awesome. It's a wonder she can survive with us mere Earthlings due to her awesomeness. Let's discuss here.

This is Phil

Perhaps you are a little tired of Celia, Paige, Ellie and me. You've met Val, but have you met Phil? Phil is the Greenbaum Golden Boy. His only flaw is that he is not, infact, golden haired.

Here are ten things about Phil:

1) He is the first of the Greenbaums to go on a mission, and the only one of us who speaks a foreign language fluently. Until he returned, it was rumored that Greenbaums speaking foreign languages was physically impossible.

2) He thinks he might want to be a Broadcast Journalist, maybe. He's a sophmore in college. Time to decide, Phil.

3) He's a pretty funny writer. Don't know where he got that talent.

4) Phil doesn't like to read anymore. I think the last book he read was a Matt Christopher or RL Stein.

5) Snowboarding is one of Phil's hobbies. He also likes to ride motorcross bikes and do other macho things.

6) Girls like Phil.

7) Phil is number 7. He's the "good son" and he has the brand new truck to prove it.

8) When Phil was little, he believed he did not know how to smile. We do not have a single picture of Philly alone and smiling.

9) All of the cousins (grandchildren) are in love with Phil because he's the most fun guy they know. He wrestles with them and tickles them and gives them rides.

10) Phil used to be in love with Hillary Duff. They broke up when she started dating that tattoo guy and got all weird skinny, like an orange on a toothpick.


If you don't know Phil, you should meet him. I'd venture to say he is the most palatable of the Greenbaums.

11/8/07

Norophobic

Pho·bi·a /ˈfoʊbiə/ [foh-bee-uh] –noun
a persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it.

Smurfette has Vermiphobia.


Whenever the phone rings and the number is unfamiliar, it sends a little chill up my spine. I'm convinced that the caller is calling to reprimand me for some wrongdoing. Sure, it's an irrational fear, but I harbor it nonetheless. My phobia is called Hamartophobia: fear of error. I am an equal opportunity offender, but I rarely aim to specifically insult. Perhaps I simply fear someone caring enough about what I say to a) be really offended b) let the offense fester without pointing it out immediately c) finally try to confront me.
My worst nightmare is the phone message, "Hi, we need to talk. Call me back right away." I would rather die than return that phone call. I've just given up on friendships rather than confront an error or offense. Yes, I'm a small person.

Here is a list of Phobias. What are your phobias?

If you don't already have a phobia, I encourage you to choose a fear and nurse your fear into a full blown phobia.

Acarophobia -- fear of skin infestation by mites or ticks
Acousticophobia -- fear of noise
Acrophobia -- fear of heights
Aerophobia -- fear of flying
Agoraphobia -- fear of open spaces
Ailurophobia -- fear of cats
Algophobia -- fear of pain
Amaxophobia -- fear of riding in a vehicles
Androphobia -- fear of men
Anginophobia -- fear of sore throat
Anthropophobia -- fear of people, especially in groups
Apiphobia -- intense fear of bees
Arachnophobia -- fear of spiders
Astraphobia -- fear of lightning
Atelophobia -- fear of imperfection
Automysophobia -- fear or dislike of being dirty
Autophobia- Fear of being alone or of oneself
Bacteriophobia -- fear of bacteria
Bathophobia -- fear of bathing
Batophobia -- fear of passing high buildings
Batrachophobia -- fear of frogs and toads
Belonephobia -- fear of pins and needles
Blennophobia -- fear of slime
Bogyphobia -- dread of demons and goblins
Bromidrosiphobia -- fear of having unpleasant body odor
Brontophobia -- fear of thunder and thunderstorms
Carcinophobia -- fear of cancer
Cardiophobia -- fear of heart disease
Cenophobia -- fear of open spaces
Cheimaphobia -- fear or dislike of cold
Chrometophobia -- fear or dislike of money
Cibophobia -- fear of food
Claustrophobia -- fear of enclosed spaces
Cnidophobia -- insect stings
Coitophobia -- fear of sexual intercourse
Coprophobia -- fear of excrement/feces
Cyberphobia -- fear of computers
Cymophobia -- fear of waves
Cynophobia -- dread of dogs
Cypridophobia -- fear of venereal disease
Demonophobia -- fear of spirits, demons
Demophobia -- dislike of crowds
Dermatophobia -- fear of skin disease
Dipsophobia -- fear of drinking
Domatophobia -- fear of being in a house
Doraphobia -- fear of contact with animal fur or skin
Dysmorphophobia -- fear of deformity
Ecophobia -- fear of home surroundings
Eleutherophobia -- fear of freedom
Elurophobia -- fear of cats
Emetophobia -- fear of vomiting
Enetophobia -- fear of needles or pins
Entomophobia -- fear of insects
Ergophobia -- fear of work
Erotophobia -- fear of sexual feelings and their physical expression
Gamophobia -- fear or dislike of marriage
Gephyrophobia -- fear of crossing a bridge
Gerascophobia -- fear of growing old
Glossophobia -- fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak
Graphophobia -- dislike of writing
Gymnophobia -- fear of nudity
Gynophobia -- fear of women
Hadeophobia -- fear of hell
Hagiophobia -- dislike for saints and the holy
Hamartophobia -- fear of error or sin
Haptophobia -- fear of touch
Harpaxophobia -- fear of robbers
Hedonophobia -- fear of pleasure
Hemaphobia -- fear of the sight of blood
Herpetophobia -- fear of reptiles
Hierophobia -- fear or dislike of sacred objects, fear of priests
Hippophobia -- fear or horses
Hodophobia -- fear or dislike of travel
Homophobia -- fear of homosexuality (same-sex affection)
Hydrophobia -- fear of water
Hydrophophobia -- fear of rabies
Hygrophobia -- fear of liquids
Hypnophobia -- fear of sleep
Iatrophobia -- fear of doctors
Ichthyophobia -- fear of fish
Iophobia -- fear of poisons
Kakorrhaphiophobia -- fear of failure or defeat
Katagelophobia -- fear of ridicule
Keraunophobia-- fear of thunder and lightning
Kinetophobia -- fear or dislike of motion
Kleptophobia --fear of thievery
Kopophobia -- fear of mental or physical examination
Laliophobia -- fear of talking
Linonophobia -- fear of string
Mechanophobia -- fear of machinery
Merinthophobia -- fear of being bound
Microphobia -- fear of germs
Misanthropy -- a hatred of mankind in general
Misophobia -- fear of dirt
Molysomophobia -- fear of infection
Musophobia -- fear of mice
Myxophobia -- fear of slime
Necrophobia -- fear of death or corpses
Neophobia -- fear of new things
Noctiphobia -- fear of the night
Nosophobia -- fear of contracting a disease
Nudophobia -- fear of nudity
Nychtophobia-- fear of darkness
Obesophobia -- fear of gaining weight
Ochlophobia -- fear of crowds
Ochophobia -- fear of vehicles
Odontophobia -- fear of teeth
Odynophobia -- fear of pain
Ombrophobia -- fear of rain
Ophidiophobia -- fear of snakes
Panphobia -- a nonspecific fear of everything
Paraphobia -- fear of sexual perversion
Parasitophobia -- fear of parasites
Pathophobia -- fear of disease
Peccatiphobia -- fear of sinning
Pedophobia -- fear of children
Peladophobia -- dread of baldness
Peniaphobia -- fear of poverty
Phagophobia -- fear of eating
Pharmacophobia -- fear of drugs
Phasmophobia -- fear of ghosts
Phenogophobia -- fear of daylight
Phobophobia -- fear of fear itself
Phonophobia -- fear or dislike of noise
Photophobia -- fear of light
Phonemophobia -- fear of thinking
Pnigophobia-- fear of choking or smothering
Poinephobia -- fear of punishment
Psychophobia -- fear of the cold
Pyrexiophobia -- fear of fever
Rhabdophobia -- fear of being beaten
Rhypophobia -- fear of filth
Sciophobia -- fear of shadows
Scoleciphobia -- fear of worms
Scopophobia -- fear of being looked at
Scotophobia -- fear of the dark
Socialphobia -- fear of people or crowds
Tachophobia -- fear of speed
Taphephobia -- fear of being buried alive
Telephonophobia -- fear of the telephone
Theophobia -- fear of God
Thanatophobia -- fear of death
Tocophobia -- fear of childbirth
Tomophobia -- fear of surgical operations
Topophobia -- fear of certain places
Toxiphobia -- fear of being poisoned
Trichophobia -- fear of hair
Urophobia -- fear of urine
Vaccinophobia -- fear of vaccines and vaccination
Venereophobia -- fear of venereal disease
Venustraphobia -- fear of beautiful women
Verminophobia -- fear of germs
Vermiphobia -- fear of worms
Xenophobia -- fear of foreigners and strangers
Zoophobia -- fear of animals

11/7/07

Late Halloween Post

This is a car advertisement from Great Britain. When
they finished filming the ad, the film editor noticed
something moving along the side of the car, like a
ghostly white mist.

They found out that a person had been killed a year
earlier in that exact same spot. The ad was never put
on TV because of the unexplained ghostly phenomenon.
Watch the front end of the car as it clears the trees
in the middle of the screen and you'll see the white
mist crossing in front of the car then following it
along the road....Spooky! Is it a ghost, or is it
simply mist? You decide.

If you listen to the ad, you'll even hear the
cameraman whispering in the background about it near
the end of the commercial. A little creepy but kinda
cool!
Click here (it's only 16 seconds):
Britain Car Ad

Me in Stratford Upon Avon, 2005.

11/6/07

Shoes Make the Woman

Here is Mimi rummaging through my shoe department, well, half of my shoe department. I have a whole other section dedicated to boots. I love shoes. I feel angry at people who don't love shoes, or who wear bad shoes. Sorry the picture is blurry. I wish you could see every shoe in detail, but alas.


Before I had a kid, I was anti baby shoe, especially Robeez. Robeez, I thought, were insults. They're expensive moccassins. I stand corrected. Robeez stay on and they have cute little decals on them. Also, they are comfy and fit for 6 months. Who knew that you need five pairs of baby shoes, and she can't even walk?

1- Light pink every day
1- Darker pink every day
1- Pumas I couldn't resist
1- Black church
1- Pink Church
1- What to wear with red?

Here are my next Robeez purchase.


How many shoes do you buy your kid, per stage? What is the price limit for kid shoes?

11/5/07

Overshare.com

This post does not constitute an announcement, a plan, or even any purchased preg tests. I'm not pregnant.

Every lady I know keeps talking to me about their cycles. Perhaps it is my stage in life, but 'ovulation' has become a word I hear every day.
Let me redirect you, ladies and unwitting gentlemen, to www.monthlycycles.com. Everything you need to know about your "moon cycle." The features are free and include personalized tools to track, monitor, and manage your monthly, uh, events.
Use calculators to plan and check your key cycle dates: ovulation, fertile days, if you're late, pregnancy due date, many more!
My favorite feature was the emailing tool. You can have the website email your significant other "Today would be a good day to go home and make sweet love to your wife" or "Look out for your wife, her hormones are araging." Dx used to call me all confused when his work email would provide him with little tidbits about his wife.
Happy pink pluses to you all.
Please note Dx's terrified expression on the day we discovered Mimi on her way.

What's on My Face?

In response to the many questions about the blindfold in the picture on the left.
A few years ago I was in the market for a black dress to wear over jeans. On Ebay I found something not unlike the dress in the picture below. When the dress arrived, it also had some hideous black and white witch thigh high stockings and a blindfold. Maybe it was intended as a costume of some sort? Perhaps a dead doll? Why the blindfold?
Anyway, the dress was of poor quality so I got rid of it and the ugly stockings. I kept the blindfold, for purposes not necessary to be published here.
There you have it. Kind of a boring story.

11/3/07

Winner, Best Greenan Costume 2007

There are 6 Greenan girls. You already hear too much from Celia, Paige, Ellie and me. Camille occasionally comments, when she has time. But the blog that elicits comments from Val is a true winner. Val doesn't have her Internet hooked up right now, but she sometimes sneaks a minute away from the kids she teaches in Southern California to look at our blogs. The best comment of all time was also one of Val's. She wrote, "Mom jumped the shark when she had Camille."
Val tries to have her own fun life without us -- she MySpaces rather than blogs. Nonetheless, the below picture is evidence that Val is most certainly a Greenan. She wins this year's prize for Best Costume.
Not Gene Simmons, not Darth Vader.
Take a close look at the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle on the far right. That is Val.



Mimi and Little Red Riding Hood.


Celia wins worst costume this year. In efforts to be "good enough" she merely wore an orange shirt, which sent Pam into a rage. Greenans wear complete costumes and we don't half ass it. End of story.

11/1/07

Theater Thursday

The Danville Children's Musical Theater is a 17 year old non-profit company created by my Mom, Pam Greenan. She invented this group as a service for the town of Danville, and as a personal creative hobby. She does two shows a year with 40+ kids, aided by Nancy on the piano, Janice doing the tickets, Nate playing the drums, Scotty building the sets and occasionally I help with the choreography.
This season, the DCMT is putting on 'Guys and Dolls' which opens November 9 at 7:30 at the Village Theater in Danville. For the first time in the history of the company, DCMT has a website! Please visit and buy your tickets for the upcoming show!

www.danvillechildrensmusicaltheater.com

Here are some local actors, hard at work (in their Halloween costumes, there are no red bees in Guys and Dolls.)


For more personal accounts of the Danville Children's Musical Theater, please visit Celia, Paige's and Nancy's blogs -- all available by links on the sidebar.

To C, P, and N: My husband allowed me 10 minutes and this is the best I could do. At least I have a link to the website, which I made.