Well deare, the fire is dimm so I shall write more in the morn..

That's how I'm gonna start writing in the blog--in an old 'civil war' love letters way. Cuz my love been gone now a day or five and the only thing that warm the heart be the sun that came out to scare the sadness away. Man..I'm good. There must be work in some civil war re-enactments that I could get.

THANK GOD that Jeff leaving for Alaska for the next 3 months happened right when the sun DID finally come out in Portland. It was getting beyond dreary here. But now the sun is out and things are great. Portland is such an incredible city...for kids especially. It's just so Euro. Which is the highest compliment I can pay anything. (besides 'you look thin')

So now I'm going to be updating the blog for Jeff....so it's going to get weed out some of the less die hard Leo fans in the process because now I'm going to be writing about what he's eating and saying and how much or little he's licking telephone poles. Or elevator buttons.

Jeff is taking the boat, along with a few other guys, up to some Alaskan remote location where they'll meet the captain. Apparently the trip is thru the roughest waters in all the land. So that will be fun for him. I've only spoken to him once since he's gone and I can tell that though he's missing Leo, I'm sure, he's glad to be back amongst men. And working. He said to me on the phone "well, the guys keep saying that there is some initiating that I still have to go thru before the captain joins the boat..so I'm not looking forward to that." but he is. I could tell.

He was practicing tying knots before he left and was getting really good. "gotta do this with my eyes closed...I mean I gotta be able to do this in my sleep...I mean this is life or death kind of stuff". I hope he doesn't fall overboard again. Or pull a muscle. Or get a blister. Leo was wearing the shit out of him before he left so maybe fishing and cooking will seem like a nice break.

I had some old folks walk out of my show the other night because of being offended by language and 'content'. Which made me feel very punk rock. Then somebody tweeted about the show saying that I should call the show "BUSTING ON PUBLIC DEFENDERS". So I'm really STIRRING IT UP HERE!!! I only have 2 more weeks to go and I couldn't be happier. The 8 shows a week has been really hard on my voice and I've been seeing a voice doctor here and getting steroids to help get thru shows...and I've had to make all of my characters really masculine cuz my upper range is shot. In fact I got on the elevator the other day and asked this guy which floor he was going to and he said "WOW! what a low voice for such a young lady!" and I asked him if he thought I was a tranny. Then he got upset and tried to tell me he was giving me a compliment. When my floor came I said "well...this is where tranny's get off". I love the elevators.