June 2011
11 posts
The Day After
It’s the day after my show and I am sitting on my friend Tanya’s couch. Tanya is on a loveseat across from me sleeping peacefully. I’ve been dozing myself. At the moment I am serene, listening to Roan and Ava play “House/ Pet-Shop/ Les Miserables/ Star Wars.” Roan: “R2D2 is a boy but YOU can PRETEND he’s a girl AND a boy.”Ava: “Sure! Ok,...
thenewandimprovedsam asked: I saw your show today! It was wonderful! I wish you the best with your career, and your family!
WHY Am I Doing This??!?
Sometimes my horoscope is RIGHT ON. Like tomorrow, Sunday’s:
Something that you feel you need to accomplish career wise could be driving you in a big way today, Ariane. Both your ambition and your willingness to put in a lot of hours doing tedious, mundane work are operating at a high level, and therefore you could well accomplish wonders toward reaching your goal. The only downside is...
And She Lived Happily Ever After...
The more I hang out with 4 year old girls, the more I see how embedded in our culture marriage is. And even moreso—- marrying a prince and living happily ever after. Fergie married a Prince and Certainly didn’t live happily ever after. (Her new show on OWN is FANTASTIC, by the way.)
However there are many ways to live happily ever after.
My oldest friend, Mimi, who I met in...
Not on the Guest List, Kiddo
Today Roan asked “mommy can I come to see your show?”. He hangs out at the theater a lot and probably thought of course he’d be invited to his own mama’s show. Poor guy was wrong. Not only does the show start with a video montage of every Disney and fantasy character who’s story starts with a dead mom (which is all of them) it also chronicles such topics as bloody...
A Self Realized Bitch
I am currently in Encinitas. The beautiful seaside town where I grew up.
Today I was supposed to spend all day working on my show but when I got a call from my sister asking if I could watch her baby— the cutest smiliest little milk dud— I saw it as a perfect chance to procrastinate and spend some time with my nephew.
Roan decided to come and he proved to be a very helpful...
Radiant?
I pass this billboard a few times a week and marvel at it’s ridiculousness.
Radiantly? THAT is RADIANT? Yikes. I have NO interest in buying whatever vitamin GNC is trying to sell via this model. She looks like she just got very bad news or is experiencing menstrual cramps or hasn’t eaten in a few days and is about to faint. Is This what women want to look like? She looks like a...
Preschool Graduation & Game of Thrones
I have to first apologize for how badly this will be written and for the fact that it probably won’t be very funny. But KEEP READING Because I’ll be talking about Medieval Queens and INCEST in a second — really!— got your attention? :) Ok… I have only 10 days before my solo show “Dead Moms Don’t Hug” is performed and I am desperately trying to polish...
Cutting Bangs With Nosehair Scissors
This past week I:
-Cut bangs with nosehair clippers. Was out the door to a commercial audition. Realized having bangs is synonymous with looking like a “mom” — was cast in a commercial when I had bangs— couldn’t find haircutting scissors, reached for tiny nosehair scissors and cut bangs.
-Did not cut my nosehairs or remove my moustache which is probably ok, when...
Simon Says
Roan was at a birthday party this weekend.
There was cotton candy in the kitchen and he spied it early on, immediately asking, “When can I have the cotton candy? Can I have the cotton candy now?” (He discovered cotton candy on the pier in San Francisco a couple months ago.)
“You have to wait for the cotton candy.” “Not now.” “Wait.”...
Star Wars... In Concert
This weekend, because of a ticket purchasing mistake, Roan got to go to Star Wars in Concert at the Hollywood Bowl, not once, but TWICE! Lucky Kid.
We walked under the tunnel to the Bowl and spent a moment listening to this lovely gentleman playing Star Wars music on his sax. I love how Roan’s sitting quietly, his storm trooper helmet in his lap.
While other kids his age were perhaps...
