High Heels and Winky Wheels

My apologies for not having written in a few days, but the internet has been down. Mom seems to have gotten a wild hair and decided she was going to repaint the living room, the dining room and the kitchen. Consequently, the house has been torn apart. Furniture moved, internet down, etc. For those who don’t know, I live with my parents. When we moved back from Minneapolis, I moved in with them as a way to be closer to Mom should anything happen to my Dad. He was going through dialysis and getting ready for a kidney transplant.

Then, the morning after RCMH……they were my safety.

Now, it just works for us. As much as I work and travel, they are here to take care of my kids when I need to go out of town. Besides, it’s not like I’m bringing guys home. They have a suite downstairs and the kids and I have the upstairs. I don’t plan on changing this living arrangement until I move to NYC. 

My shoulder still smarts from pulling it the other day. Not sure exactly *how* I managed to do this, but it’s similar to not knowing how I get bruises in the oddest places.

The sunburn I got on Saturday from being at the waterpark all day is slowly turning into just a darker version of me and hurts a little less today. Work has been busy and today’s group of kids let out a scream that was NKOTB concert worthy. It was glorious. And I’m being serious. It was. 

It’s 1a.m. and I’m currently sitting at my dining room table as Mel is getting the finishing touches put on her gown for the wedding. It’s gorgeous! Our friend Todd is AMAZING. I love him dearly and am happy he’s here. He flew in from NYC today and will fly out tomorrow. He’s running on fumes and as soon as he’s done with the dress, he will then cut my hair. Todd started as an AMAZING hairstylist and then switched gears and jumped into the world of fashion design. He’s AMAZING at that too! Of course you haven’t seen anything until you see him in drag. The bitch is BEAUTIFUL and his voice is “like a combination of Fergie and….Jesus.”

My dress is short and it’s black. That’s all ya get for a hint. Lol We will record our Shenanigans and twitvid ourselves in our dresses before we go to the wedding. Once we’re there however, nada. No phones, no cameras, which for me to not be able to tweet may in fact kill me. Mel, not being able to take pictures, what with her being a photographer and all, may in fact kill *her*. Our saving grace will be watching our friend marry her perfect match and being witness as the pieces of her family finally fall into place.  We do not take this lightly. We are grateful to be a part of it, and it's an honor to know her. Real knows real.

I just hope there’s a cute boy I can dance with. I’m kinda tired of dancing alone. Truth.

However, if he tries to dry hump me on the dance floor, I will take my heels and kick him in the winky wheels. #justsayin

A Recap and a Thought....

Inhale.


Exhale.


Inhale.


Exhale.


Today started early with running a few errands with Rabbit this morning. Followed by hopping into the shower and then loading the car with my two kids, and their two friends. Off to a waterpark we went. It's what Handsome wanted to do for his birthday, so that's what we did. :) And we closed out the park. Similar to closing out a deck party. And by similar, I mean totally and completely opposite of closing out a deck party. lol

Then we came home and had pizza, cake and ice cream. It's weird how birthday parties change around this age. He's quite content without the big hoopla but still wanted us to sing happy birthday to him so he could make a wish and blow out the candles. Rabbit said goodbye to the friend that went with her to the waterpark and turned around and said hello to her friend from across the street who ultimately stayed the night. Handsome's friend David, is here too. It was a busy night. I topped off my evening by going out on the deck just a few minutes ago and dancing in the dark.....in the rain. *happy sigh*

I am now snuggled in my bed, laptop open, lurking, and well....blogging.

Haven't been on Twitter much tonight aside from lurking. I just felt like a quiet night alone. I have my ear buds in and it's a slow jam kinda night. Inhale......exhale.......LOVE. I think it's my way of winding down as tour winds down. I'm a big sap and would normally cry at the end of a tour, because that's what one does when something important to you ends. It's a different feeling for me this tour ending.

What a tremendous undertaking this whole 50 date tour was. For those of us who were able to go to more than one show, it was definitely cool to watch how the show changed and progressed from opening night until now. LOVEd the addition of Midnight Red and Matthew Morrison. Quite okay with seeing Ashlynne Huff go away. Just a personal opinion that I know I'm not alone in. When I saw her rehearsing just off stage with her dancers, I was immediately unimpressed. If you're gonna rehearse don't do it out in the open where you can be seen by the audience. That's a rookie move. By the time she was done, *I* knew the choreography. Plus.....she never seemed to know where her pants were.  AtlAngela dubbed her "Sponge Barb no Pants". It stuck.

When you're playing for a crowd of fans who are there to see 5 sexy grown men, the last thing you wanna see is a chick in a glitter leotard with no pants. Now, I can understand that perhaps the idea behind having her was to also give the small percentage of men in the audience something to keep them happy for a bit, but.....dude. No.

Jordin Sparks? WIN! LOVE Her!!! Nuff said.

The guys always put on a great show and when you're working with 9 different personalities, with perhaps a couple of Alpha males *side eye* and a whole LOT of testosterone, I'm sure it can get tricky at times. As family units can. While I enjoyed the concert immensely, I'm ready for our boys to be our boys again. I didn't get an opportunity to see them during the Full Service tour. I was still in *my* "Dark Place" then. I loved the CasiNO Tour so much because of the intimacy of it. I would love to see a "Stripped and Sexified" tour. Just a thought. :)  Intimate and acoustic. Inhale......exhale......perfection.

And I'm ready for new music from them. I'm not alone.

Again, just an opinion. Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm tired tonight and feeling a bit 'off' physically the last few days. Don't know what it is. I don't have a cold or a fever. Not sure. Although my right kidney was bothering me last night. Which is odd, because it's usually the left one. So I'm gonna close my eyes now, and try to sleep. I have to work a 10 hr day tomorrow with no break. Should be interesting.

I hope wherever you are, and whatever you did Today, that it brought you joy.

Inhale.....exhale.....in the rain tonight....this song? Perfection! I practiced  my 'figure eights' to it. Think.....Rumba. ;) http://youtu.be/0DdCoNbbRvQ

Three White Girls and a Wasian...

The following blog is brought to you by Wasian Productions....


I've decided that if I ever start a production company, that's what I'm naming it. I warned my Twitter followers that tonight's blog will be mildly politically incorrect. So I shall put the disclaimer in here as well.

So our friend Kimmi is in town from Denver this weekend. Tonight was girls night out. The four of us that went have not been in the same room all together for 20 years. CRAZY! We started out our evening with a lovely dinner at a restaurant in Ames called Hickory Park. Then followed it by going to this lovely little coffee shop to sit and just chat. Maybe drink a little tea, or coffee, or if you were me...a Blue Note Lemonade. Yum!

Anyway the conversation went through various things until our friend Jen mentioned being stuck in downtown Chicago in the middle of Puerto Rican Pride fest. Then, well, then things just went downhill from there. Long story short, somewhere in this conversation (too long of a story to tell you *how* this came up)  I came up with the idea for a new musical. We would call it West Side Queso. The premise would be based off of West Side Story, but the rivalry would be between Taco Johns and Taco Bell.

Me: So the weapon of choice for Taco John's.......we could have them fill up cholos with potato ole's and they could wield them like a club. Just thwap people over the head with a sock full of ole's. And well, for Taco Bell? Churro shanks.

Jen: We'd need a narrator........George Lopez!

Mel: And you know he'd do it too! And....for the Taco Bell side..... John Leguizamo!

Me: Yes!

Mel *starts singing* There's a place for us....

Me *joins in* On 86th and Grand....a special place for us...where we can have a chalupa in each hand...

I have the whole thing choreographed.

Me: Rogers and Hammerstein ain't got nothin on you.

Me: Word. If that doesn't scream Tony win I don't know what does. We'll need costumes.

Mel: Todd!

Kimmi: I can hear it now...'You want me to do what?!' ....'Oh you know just design something for us. think something with lettuce as fringe coming out of it.'

All: *explodes in laughter*

Mel: And we'll play 4 whole cities!

Me: In Europe!

Mel: Well, we gotta play the U.S. first. You know....College Station, TX......Wheeling, VA......Butte Montana.......................and.....................Duluth.

All: *another explosion of laughter*

Jen: I don't think they'll get the whole Mexican rivalry thing in Duluth.....we need to explain it to them. Perhaps if we just explain it in football terms in the program. Like instead of Jets (Taco Johns) and Sharks (Taco Bell) we make it like the Vikings vs The Packers.

Me: 'I don't know June, I don't understand what's happenin...wait....there's the five step drop and the mexican releases the Ole and it goes sailing through the air into the hands of the other mexican....Is that supposed to be Donald Driver?'

Jen: *laughing* YES! Exactly! I think that will definitley help them. And well, we wouldn't need to change anything for TX cuuuuzzz....

All: *laughing*

Mel: What about Salt Lake City? We gotta play Utah.

Kimmi: Yeah, instead of Taco Bell vs Taco Johns, it could be Mormans vs. the Amish

Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! We're goin to hell.

Jen: Or to jail.

Me: That's a whole different musical right there.....and I got that shit choreographed too! The four of us behind bars? Hilarity! THEN we tour Europe.

Kimmi: Speaking of Europe, my friend Adam got stopped by boarder patrol for smuggling meat.

All: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! What?!

Kimmi: Yeah, which is really funny considering the Cuban cigars and stuff his friend had on him and he gets stopped for a hoagie.

Mel: My question is, if you eat a hoagie and THEN cross the border are you still considered smuggling an illegal substance.

All: *crickets*

Me: I can't believe I'm actually gonna answer this question. LMAO! But...I'm gonna say no. Because you're not exactly gonna be attempting to sell what you've consumed after it has been digested.

All: *back to laughing*

Jen: So then, after we have won our Tony...

Me: I'm already on the screenplay.

Mel: We need Nathan Lane involved somehow....and Neal Patrick Harris!

Me: How did we even get started on this?

Mel: Because we were talking about the Latinos in the Jeeps and them being like a flock of angry pigeons and throwing potato ole's....

Me: Ahh yes, I think we should make it more like a concert. Instead of confetti shooting out of cannons have...

Mel: OLE'S!!! And Cheese Sauce out of the other one.

Me: LMFAO! Could you imagine getting pelted in the eye with an ole? And the cheese sauce....you'd be finding that in places cheese sauce should never be.

Mel: We could get Donnie involved and change the name to Six Pack and a Pound.....LIVE!

Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! *deep breath* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!


Lord help us all.......and that was the SHORT story. Cause this convo went on for a lot longer than this. LMAO!

There you have it folks....tonight a new musical......and movie....and Live Concert....was born from the minds of Three White Chicks and a Waisian.

Coming soon to a podunk town near you.


P.s.- Dear Baby Jesus (Hay Suce) Just tell me how many Hail Mary's will get me outta this mess so I can start my penance now.

Perfection...

I use the word 'perfection' a lot. It is a staple in my vocabulary. However, there is no such thing as perfect. One can always improve upon something. Always. So, when I use the word, it simply means that something or someone is perfect to me. That being said, here are a few things that are, in my eyes....PERFECTION. :)

My kids. Their personalities and their similarities. Every day I am amazed by who they are and all they will be.

The artistry and briliance of Michael Jackson.

Rain.

The colors purple and orange. Especially at the end of the day when they flow seamlessly together as the sun sets.

Pasta. I LOVE Italian food. Chinese is a close second followed by Filipino food. Although, my favorite meal is a perfectly grilled steak served with pasta. I'm salivating just thinking about it.

The way the sun feels on my face.

An open dance floor and a loud sound system.

The seconds before the curatin drops at the beginning of a NKOTB concert.

The intro into Hangin Tough during a live show. Other than a live performance, it's actually my least favorite NKOTB song.

The acoustic version of Coming Home.

The sound of Jordan 'doodling' on the piano.

Joe singing....anything.

The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich

Cuff bracelets. They are my weakness.

My Adidas.

My relationship with my bestie. She's the best relationship I've ever had.

The smell of Fall.

The creative energy of NYC.

The little chapel on Half Moon Cay.

Being read to.

Holding hands with someone I love. The simple act of taking my hand is perfection.

A knowing look during a stolen moment.

Wild purple orchids.

The smell of a baby as I hold it and rock it to sleep.

Shenanigans.

Road trips.

Falling in love with a song.

When a man holds a door open for me. For that matter....

Chivalry.

These are just a few of the things I list in my category of 'perfection'. I could go on for days with this list.  Granted, there will only be a handful of people who will know what this even means, and I'm quite okay with that, but I did however, save the best for last...


My Lobster.

Gina and Ang...

So discussions are in the works about not going to RTB3. And by 'in the works' I mean I'm chatting on yahoo with the bestie as we speak. lol Many factors are going into this decision, one of which, none of our girls will be there. Two, we both wanna see Jordan should he do any solo dates near us, and 3, our families come first. Period. We will both donate to RTB3, but it's looking like we may not be physically present.

Also, Mel wants to travel somewhere and just write for a weekend, and since I am her partner in crime, I will go with her. We will take a trip to Detroit at some point, since we have a lot of friends that are in that area that we'd like to see. Also, I need to get my ass to LA sooner rather than later. I need a job where I can work remotely.  This workin' thing is getting in the way of my travel plans. lol

We still haven't decided whether or not we want to save for the cruise next year. Although no 'official' announcement has been made....there will be. We had such an amazing time this last one, we're afraid the next one will not be the same for us and may in fact pale in comparison. We'll see. A lot of life can happen between now and then.

Right now, we have a trip to Chicago to gear up for. Our friend Todd , who is an AMAZING designer, is flying into DSM next week to put the finishing touches on Mel's gown, which by the way she will look STUNNING in. Saw the sketch and the fabric. Can't wait to see it on her! Me? Still don't know yet. It'll come together. It's been a thing between my Mom and I since I was in H.S....."3 days to make a dress for Winter Formal? PLENTY of time." And we did. So then we'd challenge ourselves, "24 hours to find a dress for Prom? PLENTY of time." So, I apply the same logic here, "A week before Sherri's wedding and you're not sure what you're gonna wear? PLENTY of time."

So what if it's a black tie event. Meh. I wonder what colors burlap comes in. I actually suggested that we wear the tuxes from Dumb and Dumber. Sherri thought that was hilarious. I just want the orange top hat and the cane. :)

Seriously though, we are excited to hit the road to ChiTown again. Can't wait for Garrett's Popcorn, and eating at The Emerald Loop. The Mac and Cheese is orgasmic. True story. And we get to see our friend Tara again. Sherri gets to marry her best friend and we get the honor of being witness to the beautiful event. Then, we get to dance our asses off all night. I'm excited to see this bridal party dance she has planned. Gonna be a night of epic proportions and trust me when I tell you there WILL be...say it with me....Shenanigans. Yup.

I think it would be a fun trip for Gina and Ang to make an appearance. Don't know who they are? Let me give you a little background before I introduce you. One night, my bestie was feeling a bit low, so I decided I was gonna do something to try and cheer her up. Donnie has this alter ego named Tony Spallelli. If you don't know who he is, look him up on youtube. You'll find him. lol Anyway, I decided that Tony needs a 'speical someone' in his life. I had all these little skits in my head between the two of them, like how their first date would go, a romantic evening of bowling and beer. That kind of thing. I *still* think it would be hilarious.

Anyway, out of this day dreaming of mine, I brought to life Gina Talerico. And me, well, being me....I eventually dragged my bestie into my craziness. She was unsure at first....until I bought all the shit for her alter ego, leaving her no choice. I. Am. Ridiculous.

This is the shit I do people. It can NEVER be said that I am boring. LMAO! Now, without further adieu, I present to you.......Gina and Ang. Enjoy!

P.s.- *in my best Staten Island accent* Still waiting for that Spaghetti guy to call me. I dunno though, I may be too much for that Tony to handle. ;)

That hair is similar to what I used to have when I was younger.

You should see Ang's 'sexy wink' It gets all the fellas.

Ahhh yes....Fall.

I'm ready for Fall. I decided that today as I got into my car to go to work and the temp read 97 degrees. I enjoy Summer, don't get me wrong. My Pacific islander blood needs sun. That being said, Fall is my favorite season. It always has been, ever since I was a little girl. I love the changing of the seasons. I think I would have a hard time living on the West Coast. I was raised in the Midwest. I need to see the seasons change. The way the leaves change from green, to orange, to gold. So beautiful to me. Plus, my birthday is September 15th. :)

To be able to pull out my sweaters, sweatshirts, jeans and boots makes me happy. The scent of bonfires. I LOVE bonfires. I could sit around a bonfire all night. They remind me of camping. I like to camp. Been a while since I've gone and I'm fairly certain my kids have never been. I need to fix that.

Fall also means football. I love football. Not a huge college fan, although I do love my Hawkeyes. It's funny because Mel is an Iowa State fan, so anytime they play each other we have a bit of a rivalry for that day. One of our yin yang things. Kinda like politics. She's a Republican, and I am not. I'm an Independent, although I lean heavily on the Democratic side. I like to absorb information before forming my opinion. I don't follow blindly. If you know us, you may find it odd that she's the conservative and I'm the liberal. And yet, we value each other's opinions and respect each others beliefs. We agree to disagree and that's it. End of discussion. See kids, it *is* possible. lol

Back to football. I managed my Varsity H.S. football team when I was younger. The year my Mom died and the year after. I, at first did it because I love the game. Then I realized I could watch a certain boy I liked run up and down the field all day. That was a bonus. A manager is different than a trainer. A trainer gets to tape up the guys and help with injuries. A manager helps with gear, balls, water, and various other things. I liked to warm up the QB. Sometimes, I'd help the kicker run practice drills. Things of that nature. I went to Dowling Catholic H.S. where we were known for football. Still are actually. If you look down at the building from the sky it's in the shape of a cross. I always thought that was cool.

Anyway, Fall always brings back those memories. The cool air and being on the field. LOVEd it! If you were to ask me what my favorite team is, I don't have one. Being from Iowa you tend to like an Iowa team but you don't really have a pro team to get behind. I'm a fan of players. QB's mostly. I was an Aikman fan for years, then I was a Favre fan. Love him or hate him the man threw a mean ball. But I also liked Steve Young, John Elway and Drew Bledsoe when he was with the Pats. Unless they were playing Green Bay. I like Payton Manning. Yeah I know. ;)  Can't stand Romo. Sorry. lol  The last pro game I went to was a Vikings game years ago. I need to fix that too.

Fearless list # well....I don't really have a Fearless list yet, but when I do, I'm putting going to a Super Bowl down somewhere on that list.

I  got sidetracked. My bad. Where was I? Ahhh yes. Fall. My favorite holiday is Halloween. Can't tell ya why exactly. Perhaps I just liked putting on a costume and getting candy. It was so much fun when you got to wear your costume to school as kid and had Halloween parties. Kids can't do that anymore. Sad really. I remember one year it was so cold my parents made me wear my light blue puffy jacket over my costume. It was a Wonder Woman costume complete with the mask that all the boxed costumes had back then. You know the kind of mask with the thin elastic string that always broke or ripped the cheap plastic? You couldn't even see my costume and my coat was the WRONG blue! I was SO mad. I remember telling whoever asked me "Trick or Treat", "I'm Wonder Woman but you just can't see it 'cause my parents made me wear this stupid coat, but I promise I really AM Wonder Woman!" Sometimes they would take pity on me and give me the 'good' candy. The old people who had no clue what I was talking about would just smile and nod at me then drop the stupid popcorn ball in my bag.

Funny= Sexy

I never had a date to the Prom. I always went with a few friends. We didn't go to dinner before hand, and well, I didn't get that special dance with that special someone. I told you, I was a misfit. The one time I get up the nerve to ask the Captain of the football team and he turns me down because he was gonna take his girlfriend. Which was confusing, because at the time I thought they had broken up. Apparently they got back together to go to Prom. OY! Story of my life.

Instead, I went with my friend Jess, or Mooch, as she was known back then. If you recall she is the one who I went to visit on my second trip to Boston. She was a Danny girl. I still remember how she used to wear the hats that Danny wore back in the day. Classic. Anyway, she wore a mustard colored suit and I wore this Cinderella looking gown. Complete with lace ribbons tied in my hair. I do believe gold lame was involved.  If I find the picture, I'll post it. I know it's around here somewhere. That dress was a big darn deal, because I think we found it on a rack with really expensive dresses and I ended up getting it for $25. Discontinued something rather. But no corsage or flowers or anything, just me and Jess, and the rumormill as to why she was wearing a suit. As if it were a crime.

Good Lord my love life was depressing even back then! LOL

There was a discussion between an old friend and myself, not that long ago about what I find attractive in a guy. What physicalities draw me in before I get a chance to get to know them. My answer? In this order... I notice a guy's smile first. If he has jacked up teeth, it's over before it begins. I have a thing about teeth. lol Followed in *close* second by his eyes, and the third thing I notice about a guy, is his hands. And no it has nothing to do with the size. I can't explain it. It's more like the character of them.

Then I'll notice how he dresses. I love a well dressed man. Followed by how he smells. This is gonna sound funny, but it's the God's honest truth. Cologne gives me a headache. It used to drive me crazy when my ex and I would be out shopping and he'd want a new cologne. I NEVER liked what he wore. He preferred clean scents like Eternity, and...... awwww hell I can't remember now. I would always ask him to get something sweet. I like sweet smelling guys. Isn't the point of wearing cologne to attract females? Nope. It was more important that *he* liked then scent. Well the scent gave me migraines. Should've paid attention to *that* sign. Cripes. Here's the thing, I want to be close to a guy in order to drink him in, not be knocked out by his cologne before he even walks into a room.

I VERY rarely wear perfume, for the same reason. It gives me a headache. I love the scent of my shower gel, and I wear scented lotion, but that's about it. The scarce times I choose to wear perfume, it's Intuition by Este Lauder. If I'm gonna wear perfume, that's my favorite. How did I get on this topic anyway? Oh right, the physicalities of a man that I notice right away. Height plays a factor too, although I'm not *that* picky. I'm pretty tall so I'd like him to not be shorter than me. I also notice how a guy walks. Not attracted to guys who walk on the balls of their feet, or who have a natural turnout. Weird, I know. Posture is a big thing for me too. Can't help it. Being a dancer and all I tend to not like guys who slouch. It's amazing to see a man's confidence in the way he carries himself. It's a turnon.

Keep in mind I notice all of these things in a guy within the first 45 seconds of looking at him. I don't think it's much different when a guy checks a girl out. Could be wrong. Wouldn't be the first time. lol

If after all is said and done and all those things are present, and you get past all the usual things in common .....well.......then the dude has to make me laugh. A shared sense of humor is a deal breaker.

Funny= sexy.