Last night, Mandy and I took seven dancers up to Equinox in San Francisco for a benefit that Gavin Newsom was appearing at. The idea behind the evening was that we, "the dancers" were supposed to be in a "class" that would be going on while everyone at the party was milling about, drinking wine, etc. Mandy and I were to "instruct" for 3 hours! All went well, except that it's sort of weird to be locked into a room and pretend like we really don't see the people staring at us through the glass wall. Must be what animals at the zoo look like. Gavin waived to us though. He is, after all, "a man of the people". I woke up this morning and could barely walk, by the way.

Money has been tight recently, due to the fact that last week I came down with Bronchitus/Pneumonia and was out of work, for the entire week, in my bed, watching movie after movie. Made for a very boring week. Turns out, I should have gotten sick THIS week, because school's are out of session and all of my clients are out skiing somewhere. So again, no money. No money + No clients = Boredom =Re-thinking my life = driving Kurt crazy!

Wednesday I decided that because I had nothing else to do I was going to write some press releases for promotion of my upcoming show. Problem is, I don't know how to write press releases. I asked Kurt this morning and he suggested checking on the Internet for ideas, or perhaps going to the library. I came up with going to Border's Books at cute Santana Row and doing some 'homework' there. Kurt reminded me that we're low on the funds and gently instructed me not to buy anything and I answered back defensively, "I won't…I know!" Off I go, with notebook in hand, to copy down the info I need. But I decide that I should stop by the Peet's and get my morning tea…only .65. I park and walk through the doors of the bookstore and the sensor alarm goes off. Since it's so early, all the employees look up and I smile sheepishly and say "hmm, must be my cell phone". The guy at the counter jokingly replies "I don't know…you look pretty shifty to me…can I help you find something?" I tell him no, I'm just browsing and then wander the first floor pretending "to browse", until I realize that I'm "browsing" in the bible section. Whoops. I move upstairs to the business section and sit down to get what I need. After I'm done, I feel guilty for not buying the book and instead writing down the info, but I don't want that business book…and I told Kurt I wouldn't buy anything. But when I leave the store, I know the sensor alarm is going to go off again, bringing all eyes on me as I exit…so I should probably buy something, right? So I find a cute new book for only .00 and purchase it with my credit card…that way we won't be charged right away. Smart, right? Now all is well with the world. I walk out the door, the alarm goes off…I don't even look back to say "must be my cell phone?" Instead I keep going secure in the knowledge that I have paid my dues. Kurt has not noticed the new book.

I think it's incredibly bold to admit this...but I sweat. ALOT. It's not so bad in dance class, but on stage, when I'm meant to look "fresh as a daisy" while singing my @$$ off, things get a little out of control. I don't really care what people backstage think, so I walk around like this...my dresser Rachel was required to make sure I didn't walk onstage with them still sticking out of my dress! Good job Rach!

I'm in New York. I flew in Wed. morning on the red-eye and was here for five hours when my wallet was stolen~~~~~~~~OUT OF MY BAG~~~~~~~~~~WHILE I ATE MY LUNCH! And before you say, "are you sure you didn't just misplace it?" I didn't. I remember these two ladies "trying on a pair of shoes" very near to where my purse was hanging on my chair. I remember thinking..."why are they doing that in this restaurant"...but I suppose I'm a bit trusting and thought maybe she was just really into shoes. Needless to say- I freaked out once I got off the subway and figured out that it was gone. I started crying on the corner of 72nd and Broadway. Yes, yes, I cancelled all my cards but I don't have any i.d. and need to get on the plane come Tuesday. After I finished crying and got myself together I called the police because I found out that the airlines will accept a police report as documentation that my driver's license was stolen. So, now I'm wandering around the city with a little money borrowed from my friend, waiting for my husband to get here so I can go shopping.

Back to life after being in "Princess" land. I'm always a little relieved to get back to somewhat of a normal life...normal dinner times...normal bedtimes...spending time with family and not being the black sheep of the family who can never go anywhere because "she has a show". I suffer from the grass is always greener syndrome, bigtime. I drive everyone crazy with one moment wanting to be a working actress, the next I want to open up a cafe (with a little stage for concerts), or a dating service, or something cool and hip. The next month I'm on to the professional side. Working as a marketing strategist, a therapist, or maybe in a law firm...but then I realize that I would really just like to wear cute professional clothes from Ann Taylor. Sad, isn't it? But I can't help it...I know the world would be better off if we spent more time creating solutions for life's problems... I would just like to do it in a cute tweed suit in preferably a size 4.

I went to get "Mystic Tan" with my girlfriend Amy yesterday. They make you watch a video first and then I got all ready. Put the "barrier" cream on my hands and feet (to prevent discoloration…which DIDN'T WORK). Got in the claustrophobic room and pressed the button……………….nothing happened. I was afraid to press it again, thinking that when I moved forward to press it, it would start and spray right into my face. I waited for a good 30 seconds and decided I was safe. After that, everything went fine. Kurt didn't want to sleep next to me because I smelled so bad. You're not allowed to take a shower for eight hours. When I woke up this morning, I looked like a plastic Barbie doll. My face was way out of control…orange. I was so embarrassed to go teach class! Thankfully after taking a shower, it all calmed down a bit. Now I just look a little orange in a few places! Okay Kurt, now you can say "I TOLD YOU SO!"

I'm in Houston, Texas, my birthplace. This is my once-a-year chance for Luby's Cafeteria. We don't have cafeteria food in CA...and it's a good thing, because my weight would be out of control. Here's what I get EVERYTIME I go. Chicken Fried Steak with white gravy Mashed Potatoes Fried Okra Butter Roll Green Jello Strawberry Shortcake (split with my mom) Diet-Coke** **Now why in the hell do you think I get the diet coke?!!! 18 teaspoons of sugar wouldn't make that big of a difference in the scheme of things.

I was domestic yesterday and decided to go to the grocery to buy dinner for a small get together we were having. I was at Whole Foods, got my stuff, was checking out, and getting out my credit card to pay when I saw her scan a package of miso soup. I didn't get any miso Soup! I looked at the stuff I had purchased and NONE of it was mine. I had switched carts with someone in the store. The checkout lady went on the intercom and called out "Everyone please check your carts and make sure it is yours". I went to the last four spots I had been and found a man wandering the produce section looking for his cart. My cart was where I had left it, by the bananas…complete with my car keys and wallet inside. I tried to laugh it off to the man with the miso soup. Apparently, miso soup does not make one easy going.

I got a pedicure yesterday, the first one of sandal season. I think my nail lady had obsessive compulsive disorder. She spent AT LEAST 15 minutes on my right big toe! She kept going back to it. My right big toe ought to be sparkling…but it pretty much just looks like the others.

My bro's, Russ and Scott have a bunch of new gigs coming up. Go check them out. Here's a clip and a photo. The song is called "Ride I was Looking For". www.rivalrymusic.com

Kurt ran a race this weekend. It started at 9 a.m. I woke up at 9:03 a.m. Without brushing my teeth, and saying to myself "be a good wife…" I left the house to drive down the street to the race finish, to see him come in and pretend I had been there the whole time. But there was no place to park. I could see the runners looping around, so I drove slowly down a major street and when I saw Kurt rolled down my window and yelled 'yea Kurt'! I drove around again and found him, yelling 'yea Kurt' three more times. I'm a drive-by fan.

I got a phone call from my mom today. She left a message on my voice mail that went like this. "Molly, give me a call back…I know you're gonna think I'm being SUCH a mom but, call me back…it's about your ear." ?????? What wrong with my ear? Okay- just spoke to my mom about my ear. She noticed while standing behind me in line at Peet's coffee that my ear was REALLY red. She wants to make sure that after I teach dance each day, I wash behind my ears…did I mention I'm 27 years old? Okay, I guess I'll wash them.

I choreograph at Peet's Coffee almost everyday. I LOVE their iced-tea. Even in the winter…it doesn't matter. Plus, if I drink their tea while choreographing…my dances always are extremely peppy. Apparently tea has a different type of caffeine (theobromine-in the same class of alkaloids as caffeine) I don't have any idea what "alkaloids" mean. My mom told me to say it. (Maybe Peet's will give me free tea for life since I'm putting them on my site...someone let them know!)

I went to NYC this past week. I got off the plane and it was 38 degrees…whatever. It's 78 in Cali. I love New York, but let's face it- the weather here is just too great. I can already wear my cute capris. I'm trying to get my friend Heidi to move out here to San Francisco…she played my mom in Bat Boy, but is only 4 years older! She doesn't look old either, she's just THAT talented! Here she is... SEE - she's so young! Amazing voice!

One of my best friends, David Curley did this site...hire him to do YOURS! He can sing to you while he does it. We went to see a show together last night…we both talk so loudly and excitedly that we missed the entrance to the freeway TWICE! He takes my dance classes in exchange for doing my web site. It's incredible what this man has managed to do with his life at age 41…in the last year he's become a professional actor, been signed with an agency in San Fran…and is dancing with me (and KEEPING UP- in fact telling me what comes next!). He's starring in The Goodbye Girl right now. A reviewer just said he was better than Richard Dreyfus! Go David!

I made Kurt feel bad today- about buying a new PDA. It was just so expensive- and even though it is now considered a birthday gift- it seemed to me a little much, considering we are really trying to not buy things that are out of our range. I suppose since we didn't technically buy it- it's okay. But it is this TINY little thing, that is going to keep his life together…+ he says he'll never be late again! Hmmm, we'll see about that. (In fact at this VERY moment, I'm waiting for him to come home to go to dinner at 7 PM…it's now 7:10! I think I would much rather have four new skirts and three new cute tops than this…but I guess it's a guy thing…the smaller the toy, the bigger the man.

My friend Dawn is one of the most beautiful women I know… I saw her at the show last night. I just thought I'd put a cute picture of her!