Sunday was crazy busy at work. They tend to be very unpredictable, and the last few have been quiet so we weren't quite expecting to be that busy. In the middle of my day I was checking a guy in with his two kids. Here is what happened....
Him: I like your haircut.
Me: Thank you!
Him: *looks down at my hand as I write*: And you're single. That's good!
Me: *giggle snort*
Him: That's not funny.
Me *laughing* Yes....it is.
He comes through the archway and his kids go to put their shoes in the cubbies.
Him: You smell good.
Me: *blink* You like the smell of chicken nuggets and pizza?
Him: I could eat you up.
Me *in my head* Swell.
He gets led away by his kids. I think he might've taken a bath in cologne. The quickest way to turn me off is to wear an over powering cologne. Cologne and perfume give me headaches. A little while later he comes up to the concession stand.
Him: Beautiful! Can I get a bottle of water?
Me: Yup!
Him: Why are you single? You should not be single.
Me: *smiles* Single, but spoken for.
Him: Forget him, you should let me take you out.
Me: I don't think he'd like that very much.
Him: Forget him. It would be ore fun with me.
Me: *smiling* Nope. Not a chance.
Him: I'm better than that guy. Whoever he is.
Me: Oh honey, no one compares to him.
Him: Think about it. ;)
Me: *laughing*
He's quite a persistent fella, I'll give him that. After I turned him down he then hit on one of my part timers. She's SEVENTEEN! That's NOT okay! Dude was back in tonight.
Him: Beautiful how are you?
Me: I'm fantastic! How are you guys?
Him: I will be much better when I take you to dinner.
Me: I'm flattered, but like I said the other day, I'm spoken for.
Him: Not for long. You will see.
Me: *laughing* Nope. You will see....that not happening.
Him: You're a funny one aren't you? You make me laugh. This is good as well.
I got busy doing other things, and didn't give him a chance to "talk" to me again. This whole scenario would be the exact opposite of how to "pick me up". First of all, I can't *be* picked up. I don't work that way. Second of all, I'm pretty sure he'd hit on anything with two legs.
In a slightly related note, if I have one more person tell me I look like Halle Berry I will scream. It's flattering to be compared to her, but how about telling Halle she looks like *me* for a change huh?! Cripes. lol I guess it could be worse. They *could* say I look like *Chuck* Berry.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Dance in the Moment...
Last Saturday was the day I went to choreograph. Prior to this, I asked the coach to get me a video of them performing. I didn't care what it was I just wanted a sense of how they moved. Well, she was never able to get it to load. Meaning, I was flying blind.
It was a tough three hours. My patience was definitely tested, although I'd say I did pretty well under the circumstances. I knew once I started that there was NO WAY we were gonna get outta there by 6p.m. which is when they wanted to be done. I told them after about an hour that wasn't possible. Then I find out that we HAD to stop at 6 because some of the girls had to work that night. So, I agreed to come back two additional times to finish the routine. I assured the girls that I would not leave them with an unfinished piece.
I got an email from the coach today telling me that the girls have decided they no longer wanted to do a hip hop piece. According to the coach they *really* wanted to do hip hop, but then saw the piece I choreo'd that took State in '09 and then decided they weren't good enough to do something like that so they gave up.
Now, had they tried to do this routine with only what was given on Sat without me coming back several times to "clean" it up, they most likely would've fallen way short. Their lack of hip hop training really set them back. Seeing how State competition is in December they would have to work incredibly hard to place. And that's being nice. These are all things I already told the girls. Their biggest hurdle was that they were too concerned with how they "felt" while doing the steps. "I feel like I look stupid" was a common phrase.
At the beginning of the session I went over my rules of class. 2 hours later, Mel pulled me aside and said she had talked to the coach and brought this to my attention, so I went back in and told them quite simply,
"Look girls, the stupider you feel while doing these moves.....the cooler you look." It's the truth. Sad, really, that they gave up, but understandable given the time constraint and the amount of work that we would need to put into this piece and truth be told, they'd be spending a lot of money on a piece that would not place. They just don't have the training to execute the movements. I had to water everything down. That goes against some of my fundamental beliefs. I will not teach down, I will challenge up.
Such as life. As challenging as it was it was also good to get back in front of a group again. Even for a little while.
In other news, I'm a little sad today. Part of me *really* wants to be in VA Beach this weekend and part of me *really* doesn't. The bigger part of my heart wants to be there though, so....yeah. Perhaps one day I'll make it to a birthday bash. You know if it's anywhere in close proximty to me. But not Chicago. Having one in Chicago would make that bigger part of my heart not want to go. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Chicago. I just....nevermind. I have to work this weekend so the possibility of VA isn't even on the table. Ok...I gotta get off this subject.
Work today was quite slow. Most kids are back to school now so the days are quiet and the late afternoons get busy. After work was filled with the usual errand running and dinner making. I danced in the kitchen with my son when he came in to give me a hug, and I pulled him into one and sang 'our song' to him. I'll Be. I love that he'll dance with me pretty much anywhere. It makes my heart SO happy. If you have a chance to dance in the moment....take it. Whenever/Wherever/with Whomever. Who cares if people stare at you. I guarantee it's because they are too afraid to do it themselves. I also love that Handsome is not afraid to give me a hug and kiss in public and tell me that he loves me. He *may* be a mama's boy.
I ended my evening with my nightly ritual of Snuggletime with Rabbit. She made me laugh with her recap of the VMA's, which she really shouldn't have been watching given the content, but I digress.
I shall leave you with this... http://www.twitvid.com/HYYH8
I cherish the "moments" I have with my children. All of them. Even the arguments. There is love in those moments as well. Just because I get after them sometimes, or they get frustrated with me, does not mean that the love goes away. It means the love is strong enough to endure the disagreements. With us, the good FAR outweighs the bad. I will take ALL the moments over none. Because it is the moments that matter. ;)
It was a tough three hours. My patience was definitely tested, although I'd say I did pretty well under the circumstances. I knew once I started that there was NO WAY we were gonna get outta there by 6p.m. which is when they wanted to be done. I told them after about an hour that wasn't possible. Then I find out that we HAD to stop at 6 because some of the girls had to work that night. So, I agreed to come back two additional times to finish the routine. I assured the girls that I would not leave them with an unfinished piece.
I got an email from the coach today telling me that the girls have decided they no longer wanted to do a hip hop piece. According to the coach they *really* wanted to do hip hop, but then saw the piece I choreo'd that took State in '09 and then decided they weren't good enough to do something like that so they gave up.
Now, had they tried to do this routine with only what was given on Sat without me coming back several times to "clean" it up, they most likely would've fallen way short. Their lack of hip hop training really set them back. Seeing how State competition is in December they would have to work incredibly hard to place. And that's being nice. These are all things I already told the girls. Their biggest hurdle was that they were too concerned with how they "felt" while doing the steps. "I feel like I look stupid" was a common phrase.
At the beginning of the session I went over my rules of class. 2 hours later, Mel pulled me aside and said she had talked to the coach and brought this to my attention, so I went back in and told them quite simply,
"Look girls, the stupider you feel while doing these moves.....the cooler you look." It's the truth. Sad, really, that they gave up, but understandable given the time constraint and the amount of work that we would need to put into this piece and truth be told, they'd be spending a lot of money on a piece that would not place. They just don't have the training to execute the movements. I had to water everything down. That goes against some of my fundamental beliefs. I will not teach down, I will challenge up.
Such as life. As challenging as it was it was also good to get back in front of a group again. Even for a little while.
In other news, I'm a little sad today. Part of me *really* wants to be in VA Beach this weekend and part of me *really* doesn't. The bigger part of my heart wants to be there though, so....yeah. Perhaps one day I'll make it to a birthday bash. You know if it's anywhere in close proximty to me. But not Chicago. Having one in Chicago would make that bigger part of my heart not want to go. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Chicago. I just....nevermind. I have to work this weekend so the possibility of VA isn't even on the table. Ok...I gotta get off this subject.
Work today was quite slow. Most kids are back to school now so the days are quiet and the late afternoons get busy. After work was filled with the usual errand running and dinner making. I danced in the kitchen with my son when he came in to give me a hug, and I pulled him into one and sang 'our song' to him. I'll Be. I love that he'll dance with me pretty much anywhere. It makes my heart SO happy. If you have a chance to dance in the moment....take it. Whenever/Wherever/with Whomever. Who cares if people stare at you. I guarantee it's because they are too afraid to do it themselves. I also love that Handsome is not afraid to give me a hug and kiss in public and tell me that he loves me. He *may* be a mama's boy.
I ended my evening with my nightly ritual of Snuggletime with Rabbit. She made me laugh with her recap of the VMA's, which she really shouldn't have been watching given the content, but I digress.
I shall leave you with this... http://www.twitvid.com/HYYH8
I cherish the "moments" I have with my children. All of them. Even the arguments. There is love in those moments as well. Just because I get after them sometimes, or they get frustrated with me, does not mean that the love goes away. It means the love is strong enough to endure the disagreements. With us, the good FAR outweighs the bad. I will take ALL the moments over none. Because it is the moments that matter. ;)
Determined...
I was putting on my mascara this morning and noticed that my right eyebrow raises higher than my left. So then I spent a few minutes pondering this anomoly. Trying to figure out why I have a hard time raising my left one. Then I remembered.
I was junior in high school *pause* I think. It could've been my senior year, a little fuzzy at the moment. It was around, that's right, Christmas time. I was was one of three girls who were chosen to each solo a verse of O Holy Night for our Christmas concert. I had always had an inner ear problem. Left one (insert Mel's giggle here). It's why I'm not a 'turner'. That's a dance term for those who are not dancers. The dancers who can turn like 8 -15 times in a row? Yeah, that's not me. I used to be able to get a triple in like it's nothin. Now, I'm happy I can get around twice before my equilibrium throws me off.
Anyway, a few weeks before the concert, I get a bad ear infection that pinches a nerve in my face and gives me Bells Palsy. The whole left side of my face was numb and my smile only went up on my right side. I had trouble singing because I couldn't open my mouth fully to sing. I. Was. Pissed. lol
My choir director (Oh Captain, my Captain) refused to change the line up because he believed I would either get rid of it, OR I would push through and do it anyway. I'm a bit stubborn. *side eye* And I don't give up easily. Long story short, I got up on that stage and I sang my verse and no one knew a thing. I pushed through it and did what I set out to do.
I sang my verse, of my Mother's favorite Christmas carol, while the left side of my face was paralyzed. . I still have to "baby" my left ear. Can't let cold air through that side or it will cause problems. Starting with a migraine. The shit I go through people. SMH If I can do it....so can you. The only difference between me pursuing my dreams vs you pursuing yours? My level of determination.
What is it you want? What's paralyzing you? Push through it and do it anyway. :)
I was junior in high school *pause* I think. It could've been my senior year, a little fuzzy at the moment. It was around, that's right, Christmas time. I was was one of three girls who were chosen to each solo a verse of O Holy Night for our Christmas concert. I had always had an inner ear problem. Left one (insert Mel's giggle here). It's why I'm not a 'turner'. That's a dance term for those who are not dancers. The dancers who can turn like 8 -15 times in a row? Yeah, that's not me. I used to be able to get a triple in like it's nothin. Now, I'm happy I can get around twice before my equilibrium throws me off.
Anyway, a few weeks before the concert, I get a bad ear infection that pinches a nerve in my face and gives me Bells Palsy. The whole left side of my face was numb and my smile only went up on my right side. I had trouble singing because I couldn't open my mouth fully to sing. I. Was. Pissed. lol
My choir director (Oh Captain, my Captain) refused to change the line up because he believed I would either get rid of it, OR I would push through and do it anyway. I'm a bit stubborn. *side eye* And I don't give up easily. Long story short, I got up on that stage and I sang my verse and no one knew a thing. I pushed through it and did what I set out to do.
I sang my verse, of my Mother's favorite Christmas carol, while the left side of my face was paralyzed. . I still have to "baby" my left ear. Can't let cold air through that side or it will cause problems. Starting with a migraine. The shit I go through people. SMH If I can do it....so can you. The only difference between me pursuing my dreams vs you pursuing yours? My level of determination.
What is it you want? What's paralyzing you? Push through it and do it anyway. :)
Friday, August 26, 2011
Battement to the FACE!
Battement (Baht-mahn) french word meaning....simply....to kick. A "Battement to the face" is a phrase dancers commonly use meaning a REALLY high kick that could reach your own face. And is often used when a dancer is enthusiastic about a piece, or life in general really. lol
Today was a good day. *pause* Yup. A good day indeed. *happy sigh*
Had a chance to watch a little Mike and Mike this morning. I like to have it on when I'm getting ready for work even if I can't see it, the sound keeps me company. Is that weird for a chick? *side eye* I don't watch it much in the summertime though. Too much baseball talk. lol LOVE the game. Love to watch the game live. It bores me to watch it on TV. And I'm not a stats chick so, doesn't do much for me. I pretty much stick to football and basketball.
At work I got into the same discussion I had last night on Twitter. I posed this question to my fellow football fans, "How do you feel about pre season games and games like the pro bowl?" So I asked my co worker the same question. We had an interesting chat. He's more of a basketball fan so we ended up talking about that and I asked him how he felt about the lockout and players going overseas. It was a fun convo!
When I got home from work and shortly thereafter my kids got home from school, Handsome asked, well...first for a snack...then if I'd go out and help him practice shooting. I do not claim to be pro, but I don't suck. I'm much better with a baseball or a football in my hands. He got a helluva pointer from a shooter shooting today, he didn't need me. lol What? What smile that has been stuck on my face all night, I have no idea what you're talking about. ;)
On a completely unrelated note: If you plan on courting me with grunting noises, you should probably rethink that strategy. #justsayin. Letters.....yup. Letters.
Moving on...
*checks time* I go choreograph today. Mel will go with me as my photographer/videographer. I was told by the coach that there is wifi in the building but it's not reliable so, as much as I hope to have a twivid or vid of any kind to upload while I'm working, we'll see. It has been determined that this may very well be the last time she vids for me for a very long time. She goes to NYC for a month in Jan and I don't have any more gigs lined up as of right now. If I end up making the cut for The Voice, I'll be too busy anyway. Ahhh...the power of positive thinking. :)
Speaking of letters....Whenever, I miss my 'kids' from up north or question whether or not I'm in the right profession, I grab my binder of letters my girls wrote to me before I left. I already shared the one my Plum wrote me (see Why I Teach...), tonight, I share with you the one Kaitlyn wrote. She was one half of my first hip hop duet at that studio and one of the last Contemporary solos I choreographed before moving. She got Gold at Regionals for the hip hop duet.....and Platinum for my Contemporary piece. #PROUD
Dear Ms. Ann Marie,
Oh my lanta Ann Marie, I have no idea what I’m going to put into this letter. I think I’m going to let my heart, and my “cross-eyed” ways, guide me. Here it goes.
I remember the first time I ever met you. You were sitting in the corner, all prim and proper, and HOLY MAN I was intimidated. We were coming out of a frame for Little Degas Dancer, and I could see something in your eyes. Your mind was working away, and picturing what you could do with us. I am recalling this moment where I thought you were a high school student, going to teach for Keri. Keri said, “Nope, she is going to be a teacher and she is about my age.” I couldn’t believe it. You were young and new, I was very…PUMPED…to get to work with someone different for some of my classes.
At first, I was only in your Junior Hip Hop class. It was my most challenging class, because it was a new thing to me. Oh, and I did a Hip Hop duet with Erica. From Get Your Head in the Game, Doesn’t Matter, Breakin’ Dishes, and Scream… I have definitely learned how to get my groove thing on with a style I would’ve never started if you didn’t come to Hudson Dance Academy. I sometimes wonder. What if Ann Marie came to the studio? We wouldn’t have TRUE Hip Hop. We wouldn’t have modernized Ballet. Ann Marie, your presence has transformed some areas of the studio, but most of all to me, my heart.
I can honestly say, you have showed me my true passion of dance. Somehow, you dug deep into my heart, and made me put it out on stage. I don’t know if you ever noticed that, but I put my all into all of those stages, just for you. You are my inspiration for getting better at dance. I feel like I don’t have to impress you, but I always want to. I want to improve so I can be challenged. Honestly, look at where I started. Mamma I’m a Big Girl Now; my first solo. I loved it so much, but the judges didn’t. They didn’t get the “Ann Marie and Kaitlyn Way.” Then, I wanted to try something different. We spent about three solo times to find the song Overdue Goodbye. This dance got raves from the judges and others. Winning Platinum at the first competition, in the 2008-2009 dance year, for my solo was something that will stick in my heart forever. I was crying backstage before I went on. I was scared, and I was nervous. You stood there though, staring at me, asking what’s wrong. You gave me a hug and started rubbing my hip to make it not feel the pain on the stage. Ann Marie, at that moment, I knew you were the one who deserved to win the Platinum award. In my heart, you won it. Your soul was in my heart for that moment on stage, and I danced that dance for you.
Not only did you bring your style, and elegance to Hudson Dance, you brought some of my favorite kids in the Universe to my life, Mya and Brandon. They are crazy and unique. I can tell you want what is best for them. In this last dance camp (Summer of 2009) you were there by Brandon; pushing, yet comforting him as he was sitting there in his splits for a whole song. Mya was sitting in the corner, flat in her splits, tearing up. At that moment, I realized that you taught them to care for one another, because in the end, your family is the one you can always turn to. After the splits were done, Mya ran over to make sure he was okay. Brandon nodded his head and walked out of the room with his held high. I can tell Brandon and Mya are best friends, and are going to stay best friends, even if they, or you, don’t realize it at times. You have taught me “life lessons” when I am sure YOU are not sure of it. Sassy Mya, and theatrical Brandon, will definitely be considered a Sister and Brother in my mind and heart.
Ann Marie, you have taught me so much, and I am looking forward to be learning more from you. You are a crazy person, with a crazy personality, and granted without you, I wouldn’t have had so many laughs and tears in my life. Most of those are happy tears though. I want to wish you luck with the “hopeful” new Iowa studio, and everything that happens. Please share your love with your Father, and all of your family down there. I will be missing your presence every week, and nothing can surpass your smile and dancing. Always stay the same, because you never know how much you may cut deep into someone until you go away. I know you are not leaving forever, but this is really hard for me. You have taught me allot, and I am looking forward to be working with you again. Come back as much as possible, because I love you. YOU ARE A GREAT FRIEND AND WONDERFUL TEACHER.
Much wishes, and TONS of love,
Kaitlyn Young
I read these, and remember those moments....that I made a difference. That I shared more than knowledge of my craft, and it meant something. Then, I get ready to approach a whole new group I've never taught before and remind myself to bring with me, my patience, my creative mind, my willing heart and my open arms. And pray to God I remember to wrap my frakkin knee or this could end badly. ;P
Today was a good day. *pause* Yup. A good day indeed. *happy sigh*
Had a chance to watch a little Mike and Mike this morning. I like to have it on when I'm getting ready for work even if I can't see it, the sound keeps me company. Is that weird for a chick? *side eye* I don't watch it much in the summertime though. Too much baseball talk. lol LOVE the game. Love to watch the game live. It bores me to watch it on TV. And I'm not a stats chick so, doesn't do much for me. I pretty much stick to football and basketball.
At work I got into the same discussion I had last night on Twitter. I posed this question to my fellow football fans, "How do you feel about pre season games and games like the pro bowl?" So I asked my co worker the same question. We had an interesting chat. He's more of a basketball fan so we ended up talking about that and I asked him how he felt about the lockout and players going overseas. It was a fun convo!
When I got home from work and shortly thereafter my kids got home from school, Handsome asked, well...first for a snack...then if I'd go out and help him practice shooting. I do not claim to be pro, but I don't suck. I'm much better with a baseball or a football in my hands. He got a helluva pointer from a shooter shooting today, he didn't need me. lol What? What smile that has been stuck on my face all night, I have no idea what you're talking about. ;)
On a completely unrelated note: If you plan on courting me with grunting noises, you should probably rethink that strategy. #justsayin. Letters.....yup. Letters.
Moving on...
*checks time* I go choreograph today. Mel will go with me as my photographer/videographer. I was told by the coach that there is wifi in the building but it's not reliable so, as much as I hope to have a twivid or vid of any kind to upload while I'm working, we'll see. It has been determined that this may very well be the last time she vids for me for a very long time. She goes to NYC for a month in Jan and I don't have any more gigs lined up as of right now. If I end up making the cut for The Voice, I'll be too busy anyway. Ahhh...the power of positive thinking. :)
Speaking of letters....Whenever, I miss my 'kids' from up north or question whether or not I'm in the right profession, I grab my binder of letters my girls wrote to me before I left. I already shared the one my Plum wrote me (see Why I Teach...), tonight, I share with you the one Kaitlyn wrote. She was one half of my first hip hop duet at that studio and one of the last Contemporary solos I choreographed before moving. She got Gold at Regionals for the hip hop duet.....and Platinum for my Contemporary piece. #PROUD
Dear Ms. Ann Marie,
Oh my lanta Ann Marie, I have no idea what I’m going to put into this letter. I think I’m going to let my heart, and my “cross-eyed” ways, guide me. Here it goes.
I remember the first time I ever met you. You were sitting in the corner, all prim and proper, and HOLY MAN I was intimidated. We were coming out of a frame for Little Degas Dancer, and I could see something in your eyes. Your mind was working away, and picturing what you could do with us. I am recalling this moment where I thought you were a high school student, going to teach for Keri. Keri said, “Nope, she is going to be a teacher and she is about my age.” I couldn’t believe it. You were young and new, I was very…PUMPED…to get to work with someone different for some of my classes.
At first, I was only in your Junior Hip Hop class. It was my most challenging class, because it was a new thing to me. Oh, and I did a Hip Hop duet with Erica. From Get Your Head in the Game, Doesn’t Matter, Breakin’ Dishes, and Scream… I have definitely learned how to get my groove thing on with a style I would’ve never started if you didn’t come to Hudson Dance Academy. I sometimes wonder. What if Ann Marie came to the studio? We wouldn’t have TRUE Hip Hop. We wouldn’t have modernized Ballet. Ann Marie, your presence has transformed some areas of the studio, but most of all to me, my heart.
I can honestly say, you have showed me my true passion of dance. Somehow, you dug deep into my heart, and made me put it out on stage. I don’t know if you ever noticed that, but I put my all into all of those stages, just for you. You are my inspiration for getting better at dance. I feel like I don’t have to impress you, but I always want to. I want to improve so I can be challenged. Honestly, look at where I started. Mamma I’m a Big Girl Now; my first solo. I loved it so much, but the judges didn’t. They didn’t get the “Ann Marie and Kaitlyn Way.” Then, I wanted to try something different. We spent about three solo times to find the song Overdue Goodbye. This dance got raves from the judges and others. Winning Platinum at the first competition, in the 2008-2009 dance year, for my solo was something that will stick in my heart forever. I was crying backstage before I went on. I was scared, and I was nervous. You stood there though, staring at me, asking what’s wrong. You gave me a hug and started rubbing my hip to make it not feel the pain on the stage. Ann Marie, at that moment, I knew you were the one who deserved to win the Platinum award. In my heart, you won it. Your soul was in my heart for that moment on stage, and I danced that dance for you.
Not only did you bring your style, and elegance to Hudson Dance, you brought some of my favorite kids in the Universe to my life, Mya and Brandon. They are crazy and unique. I can tell you want what is best for them. In this last dance camp (Summer of 2009) you were there by Brandon; pushing, yet comforting him as he was sitting there in his splits for a whole song. Mya was sitting in the corner, flat in her splits, tearing up. At that moment, I realized that you taught them to care for one another, because in the end, your family is the one you can always turn to. After the splits were done, Mya ran over to make sure he was okay. Brandon nodded his head and walked out of the room with his held high. I can tell Brandon and Mya are best friends, and are going to stay best friends, even if they, or you, don’t realize it at times. You have taught me “life lessons” when I am sure YOU are not sure of it. Sassy Mya, and theatrical Brandon, will definitely be considered a Sister and Brother in my mind and heart.
Ann Marie, you have taught me so much, and I am looking forward to be learning more from you. You are a crazy person, with a crazy personality, and granted without you, I wouldn’t have had so many laughs and tears in my life. Most of those are happy tears though. I want to wish you luck with the “hopeful” new Iowa studio, and everything that happens. Please share your love with your Father, and all of your family down there. I will be missing your presence every week, and nothing can surpass your smile and dancing. Always stay the same, because you never know how much you may cut deep into someone until you go away. I know you are not leaving forever, but this is really hard for me. You have taught me allot, and I am looking forward to be working with you again. Come back as much as possible, because I love you. YOU ARE A GREAT FRIEND AND WONDERFUL TEACHER.
Much wishes, and TONS of love,
Kaitlyn Young
I read these, and remember those moments....that I made a difference. That I shared more than knowledge of my craft, and it meant something. Then, I get ready to approach a whole new group I've never taught before and remind myself to bring with me, my patience, my creative mind, my willing heart and my open arms. And pray to God I remember to wrap my frakkin knee or this could end badly. ;P
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A Thankful Thursday...
Today was a very lazy day for me. And one I apparently needed because I actually took a nap for about two hours this morning. There's a reason why I'm lethargic, but we won't go into that here. It'll pass. It coincides with the migraines I get for a few days every month. I'll wait while you let that process.
*Cue Jeopardy theme song*
Next week I have Wednesday and Thursday off. Had it been next weekend I'd be tempted to haul my butt to Virginia Beach. I wouldn't have gone, but I'd be *really* frakkin tempted to. *sigh* Moving on...
Now that the hurdle of getting my video submission sent ( it arrived in Cali right on schedule ) I am now looking forward to choreographing this dance team on Saturday. Nervous that they don't know how to do hip hop though they requested "no white girl" hip hop. I laughed when the coach told me that and I assured her that wouldn't be a problem. I told her as long as they don't expect a booty pop or the Dougie to be in their routine, we'll be fine. I know *how* to do both but I'm a bit more traditional with some things.
I'm an Old School soul and like a lot of my choreo to incorporate that style. We can move forward and reinvent things but we must also show respect to all who have come before us. We would not be here as artists without them. I whole heartedly believe this.
I miss my dancers in the Twin Cities. A LOT. I miss the smell of a wood floor and the sound my tap shoes make in an empty studio room. I miss the mirrors and the sound system and the moments where I was at some of my creative best. The moments when I'm working a piece with a dancer and all of a sudden it clicks with them and they finally 'get' it. I miss the production of a recital and all the work that goes into it. I miss the production of The Nutcracker and all that goes into that.
I miss teaching.
I know I am exactly where I'm meant to be in this exact moment but It doesn't exactly coincide with where I *want* to be. lol All in time. This I know. If it is meant to be, it is not meant to be rushed. It will have it's own course. I have to trust that. I'm finding that it is easier to do than it once was.
Too long I spent questioning my very existence and why....why.....why??? Every step forward was thwarted with a giant shove backwards. I'm easing into this new me....which really isn't a 'new' me but more of a rediscovering of me. I'm so much happier than I have been in a long time.
Yes there are set backs some days, but we all have them. But looking at the big picture, the future looks a thousand times better than the past, so I'm gonna keep goin in *that* direction.
Donnie posed a question earlier tonight...I guess technically it would be yesterday but whatever. lol
"In my next life I wanna be.....what?"
No hesitation at *all* when I answered....Me. Maybe a little less afraid.
I then followed that with.....That being said, I'd like to keep working on the life I have NOW.
I say this often, but it's really just a reminder.....
I am, as are you, a work in progress...........it's a good thing I've NEVER been afraid to work. My first job, was as a waitress in a Chinese restaurant called The Rice Bowl. I was 13 going on 14. My grandparents knew the owner and talked him into giving me a job. The restaurant only had 15 tables and I worked for cash so he never had to report anything. Plus I looked like I could be his kid. I would get my tips, walk home from work, and stop at Walgreens and buy makeup and candy. lol I have been working my ass off ever since.
I might be afraid of some things, but working hard has NEVER been one of them. Working on myself falls into that category. Something tells me, in the end....the payoff is gonna be more than worth it. Finding myself in the sanctity of patience indeed.... and for that I am thankful. :)
*Cue Jeopardy theme song*
Next week I have Wednesday and Thursday off. Had it been next weekend I'd be tempted to haul my butt to Virginia Beach. I wouldn't have gone, but I'd be *really* frakkin tempted to. *sigh* Moving on...
Now that the hurdle of getting my video submission sent ( it arrived in Cali right on schedule ) I am now looking forward to choreographing this dance team on Saturday. Nervous that they don't know how to do hip hop though they requested "no white girl" hip hop. I laughed when the coach told me that and I assured her that wouldn't be a problem. I told her as long as they don't expect a booty pop or the Dougie to be in their routine, we'll be fine. I know *how* to do both but I'm a bit more traditional with some things.
I'm an Old School soul and like a lot of my choreo to incorporate that style. We can move forward and reinvent things but we must also show respect to all who have come before us. We would not be here as artists without them. I whole heartedly believe this.
I miss my dancers in the Twin Cities. A LOT. I miss the smell of a wood floor and the sound my tap shoes make in an empty studio room. I miss the mirrors and the sound system and the moments where I was at some of my creative best. The moments when I'm working a piece with a dancer and all of a sudden it clicks with them and they finally 'get' it. I miss the production of a recital and all the work that goes into it. I miss the production of The Nutcracker and all that goes into that.
I miss teaching.
I know I am exactly where I'm meant to be in this exact moment but It doesn't exactly coincide with where I *want* to be. lol All in time. This I know. If it is meant to be, it is not meant to be rushed. It will have it's own course. I have to trust that. I'm finding that it is easier to do than it once was.
Too long I spent questioning my very existence and why....why.....why??? Every step forward was thwarted with a giant shove backwards. I'm easing into this new me....which really isn't a 'new' me but more of a rediscovering of me. I'm so much happier than I have been in a long time.
Yes there are set backs some days, but we all have them. But looking at the big picture, the future looks a thousand times better than the past, so I'm gonna keep goin in *that* direction.
Donnie posed a question earlier tonight...I guess technically it would be yesterday but whatever. lol
"In my next life I wanna be.....what?"
No hesitation at *all* when I answered....Me. Maybe a little less afraid.
I then followed that with.....That being said, I'd like to keep working on the life I have NOW.
I say this often, but it's really just a reminder.....
I am, as are you, a work in progress...........it's a good thing I've NEVER been afraid to work. My first job, was as a waitress in a Chinese restaurant called The Rice Bowl. I was 13 going on 14. My grandparents knew the owner and talked him into giving me a job. The restaurant only had 15 tables and I worked for cash so he never had to report anything. Plus I looked like I could be his kid. I would get my tips, walk home from work, and stop at Walgreens and buy makeup and candy. lol I have been working my ass off ever since.
I might be afraid of some things, but working hard has NEVER been one of them. Working on myself falls into that category. Something tells me, in the end....the payoff is gonna be more than worth it. Finding myself in the sanctity of patience indeed.... and for that I am thankful. :)
Permission to Shine...
I chose to not blog last night. My eyes grew heavy rather quickly after crawling into bed. It was a fun night at work. We had a bday party. For each bday party, we have all the kids in the place "wake up" Monkey Joe, our big purple monkey mascot, so he can entertain the kids. The monkey and I got into a wrestling match last night. Comedy! Then I was changing the bag of nacho cheese in the dispenser and it exploded everywhere. Which is hilarity in itself....well not the whole being scorching hot part.
This morning my daughter is currently belting out Taylor Swift in her bedroom and my son is belting out Ne-Yo in his. This is my house on a daily basis. It is filled with music and LOVE. We are a creative bunch and I nutrture my children's creative minds. My son insists he wants to draw comic books for a living and he may very well do that....but my gut tells me that he will take the acting route. He was bit by the entertainment bug at a very young age and wants to audition for a few plays this fall at the Des Moines Playhouse.
Rabbit on the other hand, will be going to The Fashion Institute. This girl, *smh* knows what she wants and nothing's gonna stop her. Unless she decides she wants to go into the medical field. She thinks she might also want to be a medical examiner. I could see it going either way really.
When I was a little girl, if I wasn't singing and dancing around the house, I was pretending that I was the CEO of JC Penny's. I would get out the catalog and sit on my floor with my electric calculator and pretend I was taking orders. I had paper money and everything. The funny thing about that is I ended up spending 15 years in retail management. lol The funny thing about singing and dancing around the house is I am now a choreographer finally pursuing my dream of performing. Whether it be singing, dancing or acting.
I recorded my video submission for The Voice yesterday morning and it should be arriving in Cali sometime today. I'm a titch nervous. OK...more than a titch. This is WAY outside of my comfort zone. Performing is one thing, competing is a whole other ball of wax. I was very adamant about never being on a competition show. I don't like to lose, so I rarely put myself in a position that allows that to happen. I've lost enough in the world of reality, I'm kinda over it. lol That being said, I have this one life, this new lease on life and if I don't take a few chances then am I really living the life I had imagined?
My audition submission for those who missed the link on Twitter....
*pause* SMH Frakkin still shots.
When I was a little girl, I dreamt of being on stage like Janet Jackson. She was my idol. Still is. She is the consumate performer. All around talent and I aspired to be like her. We are similar in that, we are by nature, shy, but get us in front of a camera or on stage and we are 'home'. Am I as good as Janet? No....but I don't think I suck. lol I want this. When I want something, it usually means I won't get it. Fact. I'm not talking about the things I 'think' I want or 'thought' I wanted. I'm talking about the things that are deeply rooted in me. The things I never thought I could have but so desperately wanted. The things that aren't really 'things' at all. Not in the material sense anyway.
So, here I sit contemplating all that could be, and I'm scared shitless. Why? Because...this time....I might actually succeed.
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
—Marianne Williamson
This morning my daughter is currently belting out Taylor Swift in her bedroom and my son is belting out Ne-Yo in his. This is my house on a daily basis. It is filled with music and LOVE. We are a creative bunch and I nutrture my children's creative minds. My son insists he wants to draw comic books for a living and he may very well do that....but my gut tells me that he will take the acting route. He was bit by the entertainment bug at a very young age and wants to audition for a few plays this fall at the Des Moines Playhouse.
Rabbit on the other hand, will be going to The Fashion Institute. This girl, *smh* knows what she wants and nothing's gonna stop her. Unless she decides she wants to go into the medical field. She thinks she might also want to be a medical examiner. I could see it going either way really.
When I was a little girl, if I wasn't singing and dancing around the house, I was pretending that I was the CEO of JC Penny's. I would get out the catalog and sit on my floor with my electric calculator and pretend I was taking orders. I had paper money and everything. The funny thing about that is I ended up spending 15 years in retail management. lol The funny thing about singing and dancing around the house is I am now a choreographer finally pursuing my dream of performing. Whether it be singing, dancing or acting.
I recorded my video submission for The Voice yesterday morning and it should be arriving in Cali sometime today. I'm a titch nervous. OK...more than a titch. This is WAY outside of my comfort zone. Performing is one thing, competing is a whole other ball of wax. I was very adamant about never being on a competition show. I don't like to lose, so I rarely put myself in a position that allows that to happen. I've lost enough in the world of reality, I'm kinda over it. lol That being said, I have this one life, this new lease on life and if I don't take a few chances then am I really living the life I had imagined?
My audition submission for those who missed the link on Twitter....
*pause* SMH Frakkin still shots.
When I was a little girl, I dreamt of being on stage like Janet Jackson. She was my idol. Still is. She is the consumate performer. All around talent and I aspired to be like her. We are similar in that, we are by nature, shy, but get us in front of a camera or on stage and we are 'home'. Am I as good as Janet? No....but I don't think I suck. lol I want this. When I want something, it usually means I won't get it. Fact. I'm not talking about the things I 'think' I want or 'thought' I wanted. I'm talking about the things that are deeply rooted in me. The things I never thought I could have but so desperately wanted. The things that aren't really 'things' at all. Not in the material sense anyway.
So, here I sit contemplating all that could be, and I'm scared shitless. Why? Because...this time....I might actually succeed.
Our Greatest Fear —Marianne Williamson
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
—Marianne Williamson
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Validation...
Do you ever wonder how people see you? I don't mean see as in the physical sense....although that too. What I mean is how they perceive you as someone in their lives. I try to tell those who are close to me as often as I can the impact they have on me on a daily basis. I think we all need validation on occassion. I think it would be foolish of us to say otherwise.
If it were not the case then the entertainment industry as a whole would cease to exist. I don't think that personal validation is any different than a boss or a teacher praising you for a job well done. It matters. It's not the end all be all by any means, but it matters. I never worry about this with my kids. I am constantly telling them how proud I am of them, how inspired I am by them and they in turn tell me they think I'm the coolest Mom on the planet. Who am I to argue? ;p
I am not a taker. Although the illusion is that the takers of this world are the ones who get everything. The reality of course is that they are the lonely ones. At the end of the day when you have alienated everyone and taken from those around you and given nothing back, what is that you actually have other than a bunch of shit you can't take with you and no one to share it with because you've pissed all over everyone to get to wherever it is you think you are entitled to be?
*pause* My apologies for that little rant. I *may* have gotten side tracked.
Where was I? Oh yes, tonight I filled out my audition application for the voice. Otherwise known as "My Life's Memoirs". Crikey that thing was a book. I always hate answering questions where you have to brag about yourself. I don't do that shit. It makes me uncomfortable and seems arrogant. I just don't like to do it. So when the question, "How would your friends describe your personality?" came up, I automatically asked Mel. Here's what she said....
"Your personality is one that's fun-spirited, positive, motivated and enthusiastic.....On a personal level, you're the biggest champion I've ever known. I can rely on you for anything. ANYTHING. No questions. No hesitation. You're game for any ridiculous suggestion I may make.
Your voice is as pure and real as your heart and soul. If friends could be soul mates, you'd be mine. #truth"
Bitch made me cry. Whooooorrrrre.
She is one of the biggest reasons I feel confident enough to do this. No one cheers me on louder than Mel. No one. There is one other that makes me *feel* like he's cheering me on, when in actuality he's just cheering the general population of earth on. It's totally fine. I'll just keep pretending it's for me. It makes me happy. Don't fuck with my dream people. lol One day I *will* find that champion. My heart knows him.
This.... http://mellysramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-she-deserves.html
This whole decision to audition is a big one for me. HUGE. GIANORMOUS! Ok, you get the point. It helps that my kids are behind me, and my rents. It also helps that if I were to make it on the show and get past the judges cutting me, that there might actually be a few people that would vote for me....that I didn't have to bribe.
Sometimes, I am the person who, when someone tells me I can't, I say, "Oh yeah? Watch me!" Other times, I'm the person that says, "I don't have a snowballs chance in hell at this. Who the hell do I think I am?" In this moment, I am that person. The application is filled out, I have to re record the video tomorrow morning and then I will send it off before I go to work in the afternoon. Then, as it floats through the air like a Wonka Bar...it takes with it my comfort zone.
The only failure that can come of this, is if I don't make it on, and I don't try again. If I stop there? Then THAT is my failure. I am only limited if I don't try. Scary. This whole living your life out loud shit. Cripes.
And now I have Who's That Guy from Grease 2 in my head, except I'm changing the lyrics to Who's That Girl.
*pause* GREASE BACON! Awww why didn't I think of that sooner?! Balls. (Only some of you will know what that means. lol)
It's late. PEACE OUT PIMP NUTS!
If it were not the case then the entertainment industry as a whole would cease to exist. I don't think that personal validation is any different than a boss or a teacher praising you for a job well done. It matters. It's not the end all be all by any means, but it matters. I never worry about this with my kids. I am constantly telling them how proud I am of them, how inspired I am by them and they in turn tell me they think I'm the coolest Mom on the planet. Who am I to argue? ;p
I am not a taker. Although the illusion is that the takers of this world are the ones who get everything. The reality of course is that they are the lonely ones. At the end of the day when you have alienated everyone and taken from those around you and given nothing back, what is that you actually have other than a bunch of shit you can't take with you and no one to share it with because you've pissed all over everyone to get to wherever it is you think you are entitled to be?
*pause* My apologies for that little rant. I *may* have gotten side tracked.
Where was I? Oh yes, tonight I filled out my audition application for the voice. Otherwise known as "My Life's Memoirs". Crikey that thing was a book. I always hate answering questions where you have to brag about yourself. I don't do that shit. It makes me uncomfortable and seems arrogant. I just don't like to do it. So when the question, "How would your friends describe your personality?" came up, I automatically asked Mel. Here's what she said....
"Your personality is one that's fun-spirited, positive, motivated and enthusiastic.....On a personal level, you're the biggest champion I've ever known. I can rely on you for anything. ANYTHING. No questions. No hesitation. You're game for any ridiculous suggestion I may make.
Your voice is as pure and real as your heart and soul. If friends could be soul mates, you'd be mine. #truth"
Bitch made me cry. Whooooorrrrre.
She is one of the biggest reasons I feel confident enough to do this. No one cheers me on louder than Mel. No one. There is one other that makes me *feel* like he's cheering me on, when in actuality he's just cheering the general population of earth on. It's totally fine. I'll just keep pretending it's for me. It makes me happy. Don't fuck with my dream people. lol One day I *will* find that champion. My heart knows him.
This.... http://mellysramblings.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-she-deserves.html
This whole decision to audition is a big one for me. HUGE. GIANORMOUS! Ok, you get the point. It helps that my kids are behind me, and my rents. It also helps that if I were to make it on the show and get past the judges cutting me, that there might actually be a few people that would vote for me....that I didn't have to bribe.
Sometimes, I am the person who, when someone tells me I can't, I say, "Oh yeah? Watch me!" Other times, I'm the person that says, "I don't have a snowballs chance in hell at this. Who the hell do I think I am?" In this moment, I am that person. The application is filled out, I have to re record the video tomorrow morning and then I will send it off before I go to work in the afternoon. Then, as it floats through the air like a Wonka Bar...it takes with it my comfort zone.
The only failure that can come of this, is if I don't make it on, and I don't try again. If I stop there? Then THAT is my failure. I am only limited if I don't try. Scary. This whole living your life out loud shit. Cripes.
And now I have Who's That Guy from Grease 2 in my head, except I'm changing the lyrics to Who's That Girl.
*pause* GREASE BACON! Awww why didn't I think of that sooner?! Balls. (Only some of you will know what that means. lol)
It's late. PEACE OUT PIMP NUTS!
Monday, August 22, 2011
A Tale of Two Eggs...
While the waiter was taking our order at Perkins Saturday night, this happened....
Waiter *to me* : How do you want your eggs?
Mel: *Church laugh*
Me *to Mel*: SMH Dude.
Waiter *while walking away*: Must be an inside joke.
Me *to waiter*: It always is.
Here is the story behind Mel's Church laugh.
Whenever Mel and I go out dancing we always go to Stix (think, pool tables). I like it because it's smoke free, and you can't have any drinks on the dance floor so it's never sticky or slippery to dance on, and there are monitors at some of the tables and the camera is focused on the floor. It gets to be quite entertaining to watch. Sometimes I want to pop my eyeballs out with a spoon, but I digress.
I still think it would be a great place for an After Party, or a Bday Bash. #justsayin
Anyway, after shakin our groove thang we typically finish the night....err....early morning....with breakfast at Village Inn down the street. One particular outing last summer we were doing just that and lucked out with the best waiter EVER! I must preface this by saying that he was as gay as the day is long. I tell you this because it makes the following conversation *that* much funnier. The laughter began before we even sat down and then? Well, Mel was in rare form.
Ordering our food:
Me: I want the pancake combo. Bacon, extra crispy please, hashbrowns, and a side of white toast. Can I also get a side of sour cream?
Waiter: Of Course! How do you like your eggs?
Mel: Fertilized.
Me *spews coffee* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
So the order has been placed and we go on about or conversation, of course laughing hysterically at how fast she was *on* that. lol The next thing we know our waiter comes out with a wooden spoon in one hand and a strainer in the other and says....
Waiter: Well, I couldn't find the turkey baster. This is the best I could do.
Both: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *pause* *deep breath* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Waiter after laughing with us then goes back to bring us our food. After he walks out of earshot...
Mel: What the hell does he think we were gonna do with a turkey baster?
Me: I don't know, but what the fuck did he think I was gonna do with a STRAINER?!!
Mel: *spews iced tea laughing*
That was a good night. I'm telling you kids, it's never a dull moment when we're a room together. Could be an actual room or a virtual one. It don't matter. lol
It was a very productive day in the grand scheme of things. I think I've got my audition tape for The Voice figured out.
It's either gonna be this one... (Really YouTube with your shitty ass still shot pics? And that was the best of three photo choices. Cripes!)
Or this one...
OR...I'll just put both of them on the disc and let them decide. I put it to a vote tonight on Twitter. Glitter seemed to have edged out Gravity but not by much. I'll burn a disc and overnight it tomorrow. It's gonna feel very heavy in my hands, but once it leaves them and goes off into the hands of whoever, it will be up to them to determine whether or not I'm good enough to make it to the on-camera auditions. We'll see what happens. And if I don't, I don't. It will not make or break me. It could potentially help me go in the direction I want, should, and are meant to go in.
But this, just like everything else is just a step or two on this new journey I'm on since taking the fork in the road of life. It is my path, just as you are on yours. We can never walk *for* each other, but we can walk *with* each other, and so far?
I like this path we're on. :)
Waiter *to me* : How do you want your eggs?
Mel: *Church laugh*
Me *to Mel*: SMH Dude.
Waiter *while walking away*: Must be an inside joke.
Me *to waiter*: It always is.
Here is the story behind Mel's Church laugh.
Whenever Mel and I go out dancing we always go to Stix (think, pool tables). I like it because it's smoke free, and you can't have any drinks on the dance floor so it's never sticky or slippery to dance on, and there are monitors at some of the tables and the camera is focused on the floor. It gets to be quite entertaining to watch. Sometimes I want to pop my eyeballs out with a spoon, but I digress.
I still think it would be a great place for an After Party, or a Bday Bash. #justsayin
Anyway, after shakin our groove thang we typically finish the night....err....early morning....with breakfast at Village Inn down the street. One particular outing last summer we were doing just that and lucked out with the best waiter EVER! I must preface this by saying that he was as gay as the day is long. I tell you this because it makes the following conversation *that* much funnier. The laughter began before we even sat down and then? Well, Mel was in rare form.
Ordering our food:
Me: I want the pancake combo. Bacon, extra crispy please, hashbrowns, and a side of white toast. Can I also get a side of sour cream?
Waiter: Of Course! How do you like your eggs?
Mel: Fertilized.
Me *spews coffee* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
So the order has been placed and we go on about or conversation, of course laughing hysterically at how fast she was *on* that. lol The next thing we know our waiter comes out with a wooden spoon in one hand and a strainer in the other and says....
Waiter: Well, I couldn't find the turkey baster. This is the best I could do.
Both: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *pause* *deep breath* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Waiter after laughing with us then goes back to bring us our food. After he walks out of earshot...
Mel: What the hell does he think we were gonna do with a turkey baster?
Me: I don't know, but what the fuck did he think I was gonna do with a STRAINER?!!
Mel: *spews iced tea laughing*
That was a good night. I'm telling you kids, it's never a dull moment when we're a room together. Could be an actual room or a virtual one. It don't matter. lol
It was a very productive day in the grand scheme of things. I think I've got my audition tape for The Voice figured out.
It's either gonna be this one... (Really YouTube with your shitty ass still shot pics? And that was the best of three photo choices. Cripes!)
Or this one...
OR...I'll just put both of them on the disc and let them decide. I put it to a vote tonight on Twitter. Glitter seemed to have edged out Gravity but not by much. I'll burn a disc and overnight it tomorrow. It's gonna feel very heavy in my hands, but once it leaves them and goes off into the hands of whoever, it will be up to them to determine whether or not I'm good enough to make it to the on-camera auditions. We'll see what happens. And if I don't, I don't. It will not make or break me. It could potentially help me go in the direction I want, should, and are meant to go in.
But this, just like everything else is just a step or two on this new journey I'm on since taking the fork in the road of life. It is my path, just as you are on yours. We can never walk *for* each other, but we can walk *with* each other, and so far?
I like this path we're on. :)
Sunday, August 21, 2011
A Life Requirement...
The last two nights I have failed to post a blog. Surely they have not been missed right? lol Friday was busy with work in the morning and then taking my kids to the Iowa State Fair. Mel went with us as we traipsed around the various buildings and exhibits. Stopping of course for root beer, lemonade, chocolate chip cookies, water, hot lips (Mel's favorite), and red velvet funnel cake. I think that's all the junk we picked up along the way.
We also stopped in the Cultural Center for this...
http://www.twitvid.com/BOSUR
Afterwards we decided we'd had enough of the Fair and left to go eat "real" food for dinner. It was a long day and at around 2am I crashed hard for about 3 hours. Then tossed and turned until I had to get out of bed to take my kids school supply shopping. That did not go so well. For some reason I had NO patience. The level was at zero. It happens every great once in a while but very rarely. An hour later and we decided to grab some lunch before I had to go to work. I decided to finish shopping on Sunday while my kids were at their Dad's. I was glad I did, because after work (where I found my patience by the way) Saturday night, I went across the parking lot to Target and picked up most of the rest of it. There was absolutely no one in the Back to School section. SCORE!
I couldn't get *everything* though because Target was closing and giving me the boot. So, I went home, changed and headed to Mel's where Shenanigans inevitably ensued. At around 2AM I decided I was hungry. For those that know me, this is not news. That's usually the time when I get hungry. lol So, we hopped in the car and found ourselves a Perkins where we ended up in search of teeth. Don't ask. Not important. *insert Mel's laughter here*
Then, on the way back to her house I ended up jackin up the lyrics to Queen of the Night. Again...totally not important....but the new song title is Chef of the Night just to let you know. When we were pulling into Mel's driveway the song California Gurls by Katy Perry came on, and we changed the words, unintentionally singing the exact same thing. So, us being...well...us...decided it was a good time to rewrite the entire thing. It took us from roughly about 4:30AM til 7:30AM to finish it, but the end result was worth it. We laughed our *asses* off writing this.
Enjoy!
We also stopped in the Cultural Center for this...
http://www.twitvid.com/BOSUR
Afterwards we decided we'd had enough of the Fair and left to go eat "real" food for dinner. It was a long day and at around 2am I crashed hard for about 3 hours. Then tossed and turned until I had to get out of bed to take my kids school supply shopping. That did not go so well. For some reason I had NO patience. The level was at zero. It happens every great once in a while but very rarely. An hour later and we decided to grab some lunch before I had to go to work. I decided to finish shopping on Sunday while my kids were at their Dad's. I was glad I did, because after work (where I found my patience by the way) Saturday night, I went across the parking lot to Target and picked up most of the rest of it. There was absolutely no one in the Back to School section. SCORE!
I couldn't get *everything* though because Target was closing and giving me the boot. So, I went home, changed and headed to Mel's where Shenanigans inevitably ensued. At around 2AM I decided I was hungry. For those that know me, this is not news. That's usually the time when I get hungry. lol So, we hopped in the car and found ourselves a Perkins where we ended up in search of teeth. Don't ask. Not important. *insert Mel's laughter here*
Then, on the way back to her house I ended up jackin up the lyrics to Queen of the Night. Again...totally not important....but the new song title is Chef of the Night just to let you know. When we were pulling into Mel's driveway the song California Gurls by Katy Perry came on, and we changed the words, unintentionally singing the exact same thing. So, us being...well...us...decided it was a good time to rewrite the entire thing. It took us from roughly about 4:30AM til 7:30AM to finish it, but the end result was worth it. We laughed our *asses* off writing this.
Enjoy!
Is it possible to have too much fun? Me thinks not. That should be a life requirement. "You are only aloud entry into this world if you can bear the weight of the world on your shoulders and also have way too much FUN! GO!"
Life can be daunting, and trying, and heart breaking, but every single moment is worth it if you can also do things that make you happy and surround yourself with people you love. Don't be afraid to live your life outloud. There will be people who will try to stop you from doing just that, because of their own insecurities. Do not let them. Easier said than done I know, and there will always be moments of doubt. It's okay. It means you're human. Take the moments as they come and then let them pass. Do not dwell on the negative.
Do not surround yourself with negative people. They are toxic and will steal your sun. Let only those who bring you happiness more than pain into your life. Those who will catch you when you fall will also lift you til you fly. I only hope they feel I do the same.
Every day my wish for you is that it bring you joy. :)
One who LOVES slow and steady,
and LAUGHS readily,
LIVES a life that is full and bright.
With no worry of tomorrow,
or any of life's sorrow,
but is lead instead
in a dance of light.
My words. ;)
Thursday, August 18, 2011
We Gots a Theme Song Yo!
How much fun are these two????!!!
Why yes, Mel and I do have our own theme song now spank you very much! LMAO! I adore these two and trust that we are already trying to figure out when we send another vlog back to them. *taps head* We's gots ideas yo!
Not much to report today other than I'm still feeling "off". Meh *shrug* this to shall pass. I think. I hope. I pray (and now I have MC Hammer's Pray stuck in my head. Awesome).
Attempted a new cover song tonight but Mel put the stiletto ca bash to it. Not a big deal really. She's my soundboard, if it doesn't clear her, it doesn't clear. I'm tired and I couldn't nail down a song I actually wanted to sing so I just kinda went with this one that I ended up deleting. lol
Work was good. I had a little 3 yr old boy follow me around saying "YOU jump wid me. Plead?" Yes I jumped with him. Are you kidding? I freakin love kids. For cereal. LOVE THEM!
I plan on taking my kids to the Iowa State Fair tomorrow after work. They already went with their Dad, but I'm not bitter about it. Nope. *side eye* Probably I should go to bed now since I work early. Saturday morning will be spent getting my kids their school supplies and then work in the afternoon. Sunday I'm off, which means it may be a good day for Shenanigans. We'll see how Mel feels. She's currently weening herself off of sugar and well....quite frankly, I'm scared for her and for those around her. She's already twitching and she's just begun. A week from now, one of two things could happen. A) She could in fact go into cardiac arrest due to the stress on her heart from it BREAKING! OR.... 2nd) I'll get a phone call in the middle of the night that will go something like this...
Mel: I need you to come to my house. Like....now.
Me: Say what now?
Mel: Just trust me, you need to get here quick! I can't take it anymore! I need you to talk me off the ledge.
Me: *crickets*
Mel: Don't just sit there. Get your ass over here. OH! And where something black and inconspicuous, mama needs chocolate. I can totally hear the crickets by the way.
Me: Wait. Let me get this straight. You wanna knock over your former place of employment for chocolate?!
Mel: I dunno how you got all that from 'wear something black and inconspicuous' but okay we'll go with that.
Me: I'm not new to this rodeo.
Mel: Enough chit chat! Git your ass over here or you're gonna have to bail me out.
Me: Dude. *pause* this is the most fucked up idea ever! *pause* I'll be there in 10minutes.
Mel: I'll text Jen and put her on bail money alert.
Me: You do realize we could just go in and buy you a candy bar right?
Mel: And give up any possible chance at a kick ass story to tell my grand kids?!
Me: Word. En route.
THEN....the convo wold go....
Me: Well....see....Mr. Ociffer....what had happened was...
Mel: Oh hell, it was totally all my fault....and since you're the nicest cop I know, you're gonna let us go right? I mean it was just one little candy bar. We totally didn't mean to make that old lady pee herself in aisle three. I blame that on AM, she's a little intimidating.
Me: Really with that right now?
Mel: *whispering* Just go with it, I think he likes you. Maybe if you pop out your left boob....
Me: Well....if a boob's gotta pop out, it's gotta be the left one.
Both: It's my favorite one.
Officer: You're lucky no one was seriously injured. You need to stop with these crazy ass diets Mel, this getting called to Git N Go because the Two Mouseketeers are in again dressed like Karate Kid rejects and looting chocolate is getting old.
Me: I'm sad in my pants that you just said that. And Pat Morita just rolled over in his grave and flipped you off.
Officer *rolls eyes* Go HOME!
Both: K. Goodnight Mike! *slips kit kat into bra*
*walks out fist bumping*
Me: That went well.
Mel: nomnomnomnom *faint*
Me: *looks down* Shit.
*Cue theme song*
*fade to black*
Annnnddd scene.
I freakin love the fictional us too! LMAO!
Why yes, Mel and I do have our own theme song now spank you very much! LMAO! I adore these two and trust that we are already trying to figure out when we send another vlog back to them. *taps head* We's gots ideas yo!
Not much to report today other than I'm still feeling "off". Meh *shrug* this to shall pass. I think. I hope. I pray (and now I have MC Hammer's Pray stuck in my head. Awesome).
Attempted a new cover song tonight but Mel put the stiletto ca bash to it. Not a big deal really. She's my soundboard, if it doesn't clear her, it doesn't clear. I'm tired and I couldn't nail down a song I actually wanted to sing so I just kinda went with this one that I ended up deleting. lol
Work was good. I had a little 3 yr old boy follow me around saying "YOU jump wid me. Plead?" Yes I jumped with him. Are you kidding? I freakin love kids. For cereal. LOVE THEM!
I plan on taking my kids to the Iowa State Fair tomorrow after work. They already went with their Dad, but I'm not bitter about it. Nope. *side eye* Probably I should go to bed now since I work early. Saturday morning will be spent getting my kids their school supplies and then work in the afternoon. Sunday I'm off, which means it may be a good day for Shenanigans. We'll see how Mel feels. She's currently weening herself off of sugar and well....quite frankly, I'm scared for her and for those around her. She's already twitching and she's just begun. A week from now, one of two things could happen. A) She could in fact go into cardiac arrest due to the stress on her heart from it BREAKING! OR.... 2nd) I'll get a phone call in the middle of the night that will go something like this...
Mel: I need you to come to my house. Like....now.
Me: Say what now?
Mel: Just trust me, you need to get here quick! I can't take it anymore! I need you to talk me off the ledge.
Me: *crickets*
Mel: Don't just sit there. Get your ass over here. OH! And where something black and inconspicuous, mama needs chocolate. I can totally hear the crickets by the way.
Me: Wait. Let me get this straight. You wanna knock over your former place of employment for chocolate?!
Mel: I dunno how you got all that from 'wear something black and inconspicuous' but okay we'll go with that.
Me: I'm not new to this rodeo.
Mel: Enough chit chat! Git your ass over here or you're gonna have to bail me out.
Me: Dude. *pause* this is the most fucked up idea ever! *pause* I'll be there in 10minutes.
Mel: I'll text Jen and put her on bail money alert.
Me: You do realize we could just go in and buy you a candy bar right?
Mel: And give up any possible chance at a kick ass story to tell my grand kids?!
Me: Word. En route.
THEN....the convo wold go....
Me: Well....see....Mr. Ociffer....what had happened was...
Mel: Oh hell, it was totally all my fault....and since you're the nicest cop I know, you're gonna let us go right? I mean it was just one little candy bar. We totally didn't mean to make that old lady pee herself in aisle three. I blame that on AM, she's a little intimidating.
Me: Really with that right now?
Mel: *whispering* Just go with it, I think he likes you. Maybe if you pop out your left boob....
Me: Well....if a boob's gotta pop out, it's gotta be the left one.
Both: It's my favorite one.
Officer: You're lucky no one was seriously injured. You need to stop with these crazy ass diets Mel, this getting called to Git N Go because the Two Mouseketeers are in again dressed like Karate Kid rejects and looting chocolate is getting old.
Me: I'm sad in my pants that you just said that. And Pat Morita just rolled over in his grave and flipped you off.
Officer *rolls eyes* Go HOME!
Both: K. Goodnight Mike! *slips kit kat into bra*
*walks out fist bumping*
Me: That went well.
Mel: nomnomnomnom *faint*
Me: *looks down* Shit.
*Cue theme song*
*fade to black*
Annnnddd scene.
I freakin love the fictional us too! LMAO!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I Can KIIIICCCCKK and I Can STRRREETCCCH....I'm THIS many!
Today was a pretty good day. BSC changed her account after deleting her other ones this morning, then promptly made the attempt to start another one, thus furthering the belief that she is in fact BSC. It's sad really. *sigh* moving on...
I had the day off from work, and spent it doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and taking my kids to their open houses. They go back to school on Monday thank the Goddesses. It has been a short Summer for them but they are more than ready to go back. Handsome, made the honor roll all four quarters last year, I found out today, and if you were around at all during this last year you will know he struggled.
He was not present. His Father and I were in the middle of our divorce and he was still adjusting to life as he now knew it. Summer was good for him. He had a chance to relax and sink into the "new" every day, without the stress and pressure of Middle School. I've heard it can be a difficult transition for kids. I went to a private Catholic School where K-8 were all in one building so I didn't have the experience he did. This year looks very promising for him though as all of his classes are in close proximity to each other. Getting to class on time was a struggle for him. He likes to move on what we affectionately refer to as "Brandon Time." If you try to rush him, he gets easily frazzled and his temper rears it's ugly head.
Rabbit on the other hand is a straight A student and will have no problem with school itself. She has a tendency to be a bit too social which can distract her, but when it comes to learning she's like a sponge. She soaks it all in. I am VERY blessed to have two bright and gifted kids.
Tonight, I worked on the routine I was hired to choreograph. I got formations done and a general idea of what I want it to look like. The question then becomes whether or not the dancers have the training to execute my vision. It always changes. Until the final count (or if you're me sound effect) has been laid down, it will change and progress.
I can't wait though. It's been WAY too long since I've had a chance to do what I was trained to do. I've been busy with my other job which is good because it helps keep my mind distracted from other things. The downside to that is I get so busy doing shit I forget I need to get out of Corn Country. I also need to get my submission in to The Voice before the 26th. I keep forgetting to burn the DVD, fill out my form and send it.
Handsome said to me today, "MOM! It would be SO cool if you made it on to the show! CRAZY COOL!" to which I responded, "It'd be crazy alright." We'll shall see what happens with that. In the meantime I need to get back to searching for work out East. It's time. It's beyond time. Like 15 years beyond time....but we know this.
So it's GO TIME! Every day I will do a little more to move forward in that direction. I turn 37 next month but we refer to it as "35 and holding". It had been "29 and holding" until Mel and I decided that neither one of us wants to go back to our 20's. Ever. *sings* Time keeps on slippin, slippin...I am 36 and have earned every single scar, visible or otherwise. I am finally learning to be happy being *me*. When I was in my 20's I was too busy being something I wasn't. I got married the weekend after I turned 22 and had my son the summer before I turned 25.
Just like everyone, I am finding my way. Feeling through the ins and outs of my own skin and relishing in the idea that I'm okay just the way I am and those who are meant to be in my life will be, because of and in spite of all I am. Scary shit right there. It's also been a treat to find my inner child again. She's fun as hell! Just ask Mel! *insert "nasty giggle"* Hey that rhymed! lol She's out now, and should anyone try to stifle her again, they will get a kick to the shin followed by a "Kiss my GRITS!" Before I run away laughing.
This life has just begun and I cannot wait to see where I'm goin next! Of course, I have a lot of growin up to do still. I learned that the other day in my fort. Cuz I'm THIS many! I'll race ya to the swings, but I'm gonna warn you right now....I'm wicked fas.....GO!!!
I had the day off from work, and spent it doing laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and taking my kids to their open houses. They go back to school on Monday thank the Goddesses. It has been a short Summer for them but they are more than ready to go back. Handsome, made the honor roll all four quarters last year, I found out today, and if you were around at all during this last year you will know he struggled.
He was not present. His Father and I were in the middle of our divorce and he was still adjusting to life as he now knew it. Summer was good for him. He had a chance to relax and sink into the "new" every day, without the stress and pressure of Middle School. I've heard it can be a difficult transition for kids. I went to a private Catholic School where K-8 were all in one building so I didn't have the experience he did. This year looks very promising for him though as all of his classes are in close proximity to each other. Getting to class on time was a struggle for him. He likes to move on what we affectionately refer to as "Brandon Time." If you try to rush him, he gets easily frazzled and his temper rears it's ugly head.
Rabbit on the other hand is a straight A student and will have no problem with school itself. She has a tendency to be a bit too social which can distract her, but when it comes to learning she's like a sponge. She soaks it all in. I am VERY blessed to have two bright and gifted kids.
Tonight, I worked on the routine I was hired to choreograph. I got formations done and a general idea of what I want it to look like. The question then becomes whether or not the dancers have the training to execute my vision. It always changes. Until the final count (or if you're me sound effect) has been laid down, it will change and progress.
I can't wait though. It's been WAY too long since I've had a chance to do what I was trained to do. I've been busy with my other job which is good because it helps keep my mind distracted from other things. The downside to that is I get so busy doing shit I forget I need to get out of Corn Country. I also need to get my submission in to The Voice before the 26th. I keep forgetting to burn the DVD, fill out my form and send it.
Handsome said to me today, "MOM! It would be SO cool if you made it on to the show! CRAZY COOL!" to which I responded, "It'd be crazy alright." We'll shall see what happens with that. In the meantime I need to get back to searching for work out East. It's time. It's beyond time. Like 15 years beyond time....but we know this.
So it's GO TIME! Every day I will do a little more to move forward in that direction. I turn 37 next month but we refer to it as "35 and holding". It had been "29 and holding" until Mel and I decided that neither one of us wants to go back to our 20's. Ever. *sings* Time keeps on slippin, slippin...I am 36 and have earned every single scar, visible or otherwise. I am finally learning to be happy being *me*. When I was in my 20's I was too busy being something I wasn't. I got married the weekend after I turned 22 and had my son the summer before I turned 25.
Just like everyone, I am finding my way. Feeling through the ins and outs of my own skin and relishing in the idea that I'm okay just the way I am and those who are meant to be in my life will be, because of and in spite of all I am. Scary shit right there. It's also been a treat to find my inner child again. She's fun as hell! Just ask Mel! *insert "nasty giggle"* Hey that rhymed! lol She's out now, and should anyone try to stifle her again, they will get a kick to the shin followed by a "Kiss my GRITS!" Before I run away laughing.
This life has just begun and I cannot wait to see where I'm goin next! Of course, I have a lot of growin up to do still. I learned that the other day in my fort. Cuz I'm THIS many! I'll race ya to the swings, but I'm gonna warn you right now....I'm wicked fas.....GO!!!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Naked and Cold...
As I sit here typing with tears running down my face I wonder if I have the energy to type this tonight. My heart hurts.
I do not, nor have I ever come from a place of hate. EVER. If you don't know that, then you don't know me. Do I get hurt and react in a way that maybe I shouldn't? Yes. But it lasts mere moments before I put myself back in check. I am VERY self aware. I am also ridiculously critical of myself and am harder on *me* than I will EVER be on anyone else.
That being said, I would like to know what it is I did in this life to warrant people to walk all over me, judge me based solely on my appearance, use me, beat me, manipulate and lie to me. I am of the belief that people are inherently good, so when I find out that I was used and lied to my walls go back up and it takes just THAT much longer for them to come back down.
This happened tonight.... http://nkotbism.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-hell-is-wrong-with-people.html
I, by nature, am an introvert. Some people find me intimidating, and I have to work hard to prove to them that I'm not. All they see is my face. Sadly they don't take the time to look past it. I'm just me. I am painfully shy, so if I seem stand offish or aloof it's because I'm nervous, and usually observing and absorbing. I have learned to not trust as easily as I once did, but it's hard because I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I will love and accept people for who they are, but it hurts like hell when I find out they were just using me for their own selfish agenda. I have a soft spot for strays which drives Mel crazy. I have more patience for people than she does. When I talk about 'Channeling my Inner Melly' it's because she's trying to get me to be more bold and brazen. She's also VERY protective of me, because she knows I'm tired of fighting, and she's tired of watching me fight. Ever since we met, I have fought long and hard for everything I have. I ask for very little and even less 'of' people. I give til I bleed then I cut another vein and give a little more. That is not me being conceited, that is what Mel would tell you.
Sometimes, I think how lovely it would be if someone, other than my bestie, fought FOR me. Just a little.
She made this for me one night not too long ago, after I said this in a conversation we were having. A night when I was hurting...
I do not, nor have I ever come from a place of hate. EVER. If you don't know that, then you don't know me. Do I get hurt and react in a way that maybe I shouldn't? Yes. But it lasts mere moments before I put myself back in check. I am VERY self aware. I am also ridiculously critical of myself and am harder on *me* than I will EVER be on anyone else.
That being said, I would like to know what it is I did in this life to warrant people to walk all over me, judge me based solely on my appearance, use me, beat me, manipulate and lie to me. I am of the belief that people are inherently good, so when I find out that I was used and lied to my walls go back up and it takes just THAT much longer for them to come back down.
This happened tonight.... http://nkotbism.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-hell-is-wrong-with-people.html
I, by nature, am an introvert. Some people find me intimidating, and I have to work hard to prove to them that I'm not. All they see is my face. Sadly they don't take the time to look past it. I'm just me. I am painfully shy, so if I seem stand offish or aloof it's because I'm nervous, and usually observing and absorbing. I have learned to not trust as easily as I once did, but it's hard because I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I will love and accept people for who they are, but it hurts like hell when I find out they were just using me for their own selfish agenda. I have a soft spot for strays which drives Mel crazy. I have more patience for people than she does. When I talk about 'Channeling my Inner Melly' it's because she's trying to get me to be more bold and brazen. She's also VERY protective of me, because she knows I'm tired of fighting, and she's tired of watching me fight. Ever since we met, I have fought long and hard for everything I have. I ask for very little and even less 'of' people. I give til I bleed then I cut another vein and give a little more. That is not me being conceited, that is what Mel would tell you.
Sometimes, I think how lovely it would be if someone, other than my bestie, fought FOR me. Just a little.
She made this for me one night not too long ago, after I said this in a conversation we were having. A night when I was hurting...
So, tonight, I will put my walls back where they belong. stand up, dust myself off and pray for the person who apparently needs it. I wish her luck in all of her scheming endeavors and trust in the hands of Karma.
Today is the birthday of someone I LOVE with EVERY fiber of my being and I will not take away from his joy. Happy Birthday to my Lobster. My world makes more sense with him in it.
~ AM
Monday, August 15, 2011
Dear Universe.....CATCH!
It was a long weekend. Busy, exhausting, beautiful and so much FUN! The drive to Chicago was filled with much needed laughter and an impromptu songwriting session. THAT was fun. If you follow us on Twitter you already know all about it. If you don't... start here... http://www.twitvid.com/DHTV8 then watch this to hear our 'shout out'...
Then go here to see Mel's first response....
http://www.twitvid.com/CWIIQ
Then watch this for our final response...
It took us a while to get the lyrics the way we wanted. lol The process was hilarious. She would play the original song and I would change the lyrics and we'd play it back, I'd sing and she'd say, "Stop singing! I have to type these out! YOU have the mind like a steel trap. *I* do not. Stop singing you're messing me up!" Of course when it came time to actually record the vid....well, that's when the real fun began. lol
Me *stops camera*: We gotta do it again.
Mel: Why?!
Me: Cause I jacked up the lyrics. Gotta do it again.
Mel: Fine! But you gotta get out and get my spoons.
I can't tell you how many times I got out of the car to open the lift gate and get her spoons. At one point I said, "These people are gonna start wondering if this is Groundhogs Day for as many times as I have gotten out to get your spoons. lol"
Definitely a time waster that resulted in a good time. :)
We got into St. Charles around 10pm, making pretty decent time considering we spent about 45 minutes playing the Dekalb Oasis Center. Had a great night of convo with our friend Tara, who was gracious enough to take us in for the night. Same place we stayed for the Bed Spring Tour vid. Once again I was greeted in the morning by E their 3 yr old son. This time instead of the all important Star Wars debate, he came flying into the room, landing on a pillow that was resting across my stomach. I woke up with an "OOOMMPH". I had a lot of fun playing games with E. Can't wait to do it again! Tara and her husband B are SO great and I love that family dearly.
After a mornin of chillaxin we headed into Chicago to our hotel. We literally got checked in, got ready and headed around the corner to the wedding. It was worth the $5 in cab fair to keep Mel's one-of-a-kind dress as dry as possible. It was raining when we went to the wedding. Sadly it had stopped by the time we left, so there was no dancing in the rain for me. :(
The wedding was BEAUTIFUL. Intimate and perfect. I was fine until the first song started playing. Then the tears started. They *really* fell when Sherri's son Jeffrey was up with her and Sal and they poured sand from two different containers into one, to symbolize the uniting of their family. OY! I was a mess. Even Mel said, "I was mostly fine til I looked over at YOU and saw you crying."
When a guy said to me before the reception, "You guys are gonna dance right cuz I'm ready to get my groove on. You know, do what it do," I simply smiled and said, "You'll know where to find me."
Mel said to me after he walked away, "I figure you don't tell people, at these kinds of things." To which I replied, " Nope." She then said, "If you're a dancer you show them you don't tell them." I smiled at her and said, "Yup."
A little while later the same guy pulled me onto the dance floor, and lasted approximately 3 very upbeat songs before taking his handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping his forehead and saying to me, "Damn girl! You made me look GOOD! But I can't keep up!" Mel then joined me on the floor for a bit. lol
Sadly, I didn't catch the bouquet. Who cares if I may have positioned myself toward the back of the crowd of single ladies. Not MY fault Sherri doesn't have an arm! Yeesh! ;) Mel was very disappointed when I got back to the table. lol She's already got a wedding toast in the works for me. *blank stare* Someday in a far off dream Sis....Someday.
Sherri was SO beautiful. That's really all I'm gonna say about the wedding, until after her special airs on the Style network. I think the date it airs is September 12th. You should watch, you may see us a couple of times. Maybe on the dance floor a little. lol
The next morning we had brunch with Sherri and Sal and the gang, and had a chance to chat a bit. That was good. Afterwards we killed some time and went for a walk. There we were mindin our own self bidness when guess who we happen to find? That's right kids, Millie. Mel found her frakkin pigeon. SMH Cripes.
Then we went to the Emerald Loop, which is this little Irish Pub in Chicago that has the most amazing Mac and Cheese!
http://www.twitvid.com/U8IJQ
We then spent the rest of the afternoon in great conversation with Mel's friend, my *new* friend, Kaleem. Great guy! Former Marine, who now runs a homeless shelter. A humble servant with a great heart.
Driving home was loooonnngggg. It didn't help that I've been feeling off and was really tired. Not sleepy, my body just had *no* energy. We had a little fun rewriting NKOTB- Wanna Be Loved by You.
"Hi, I'm Jon..and I'm a Sagi-crabbyass" SMH *laughing* sometimes I crack myself up. Mel rewriting Jordan's verse was the funniest shit EVER! Pretty sure the toll booth operator thought we were drunk we were laughing so hard.
Anyway, after a disappointing first experience for me at Steak n Shake, we finally rolled into town after midnight. I didn't call it a night until around 2, then I was back in the 'real' world on a conference call and squeezing my kids tight. This is my last road trip for a little while. I go to choreograph the dance team I was hired by on the 27th. It's not far and it's a day trip so that doesn't really count. lol
The cruise was announced today. Too much to go into about the last cruise. I told everyone this morning that I have no plans at this time to cruise. Of course given what happened this last cruise, no one believes me. lol
Here's the thought behind it. Mel and I went into the last cruise with NO expectations. We were on the boat and that's all that mattered. We had such an AMAZING time! We feel that because of our last experience we will now go into it with certain expectations that will not be met and we want to end on a high note. Happy with the time and the moments we had with those we love.
Here's the thing though....a LOT of life can happen between now and then so I will stay open minded as always.Wahlberg tweeted "Many seas will be crossed" next year.
I have never been to the Philippines and going to the province where my Mother was from is one thing I MUST do before I leave this earth. It's on my Fearless list. You know the one I haven't 'officially' created. Not exactly sure how I would swing it, but I'll worry about that when the time comes. Of course I have a few Aussie friends that would prefer I go see *them*. ;) That being said, If they go to the Philippines.....I'm going with them. Yup. Just throwing that out into the universe.
Dear Universe.....CATCH!
Then go here to see Mel's first response....
http://www.twitvid.com/CWIIQ
Then watch this for our final response...
It took us a while to get the lyrics the way we wanted. lol The process was hilarious. She would play the original song and I would change the lyrics and we'd play it back, I'd sing and she'd say, "Stop singing! I have to type these out! YOU have the mind like a steel trap. *I* do not. Stop singing you're messing me up!" Of course when it came time to actually record the vid....well, that's when the real fun began. lol
Me *stops camera*: We gotta do it again.
Mel: Why?!
Me: Cause I jacked up the lyrics. Gotta do it again.
Mel: Fine! But you gotta get out and get my spoons.
I can't tell you how many times I got out of the car to open the lift gate and get her spoons. At one point I said, "These people are gonna start wondering if this is Groundhogs Day for as many times as I have gotten out to get your spoons. lol"
Definitely a time waster that resulted in a good time. :)
We got into St. Charles around 10pm, making pretty decent time considering we spent about 45 minutes playing the Dekalb Oasis Center. Had a great night of convo with our friend Tara, who was gracious enough to take us in for the night. Same place we stayed for the Bed Spring Tour vid. Once again I was greeted in the morning by E their 3 yr old son. This time instead of the all important Star Wars debate, he came flying into the room, landing on a pillow that was resting across my stomach. I woke up with an "OOOMMPH". I had a lot of fun playing games with E. Can't wait to do it again! Tara and her husband B are SO great and I love that family dearly.
After a mornin of chillaxin we headed into Chicago to our hotel. We literally got checked in, got ready and headed around the corner to the wedding. It was worth the $5 in cab fair to keep Mel's one-of-a-kind dress as dry as possible. It was raining when we went to the wedding. Sadly it had stopped by the time we left, so there was no dancing in the rain for me. :(
The wedding was BEAUTIFUL. Intimate and perfect. I was fine until the first song started playing. Then the tears started. They *really* fell when Sherri's son Jeffrey was up with her and Sal and they poured sand from two different containers into one, to symbolize the uniting of their family. OY! I was a mess. Even Mel said, "I was mostly fine til I looked over at YOU and saw you crying."
When a guy said to me before the reception, "You guys are gonna dance right cuz I'm ready to get my groove on. You know, do what it do," I simply smiled and said, "You'll know where to find me."
Mel said to me after he walked away, "I figure you don't tell people, at these kinds of things." To which I replied, " Nope." She then said, "If you're a dancer you show them you don't tell them." I smiled at her and said, "Yup."
A little while later the same guy pulled me onto the dance floor, and lasted approximately 3 very upbeat songs before taking his handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping his forehead and saying to me, "Damn girl! You made me look GOOD! But I can't keep up!" Mel then joined me on the floor for a bit. lol
Sadly, I didn't catch the bouquet. Who cares if I may have positioned myself toward the back of the crowd of single ladies. Not MY fault Sherri doesn't have an arm! Yeesh! ;) Mel was very disappointed when I got back to the table. lol She's already got a wedding toast in the works for me. *blank stare* Someday in a far off dream Sis....Someday.
Sherri was SO beautiful. That's really all I'm gonna say about the wedding, until after her special airs on the Style network. I think the date it airs is September 12th. You should watch, you may see us a couple of times. Maybe on the dance floor a little. lol
The next morning we had brunch with Sherri and Sal and the gang, and had a chance to chat a bit. That was good. Afterwards we killed some time and went for a walk. There we were mindin our own self bidness when guess who we happen to find? That's right kids, Millie. Mel found her frakkin pigeon. SMH Cripes.
Then we went to the Emerald Loop, which is this little Irish Pub in Chicago that has the most amazing Mac and Cheese!
http://www.twitvid.com/U8IJQ
We then spent the rest of the afternoon in great conversation with Mel's friend, my *new* friend, Kaleem. Great guy! Former Marine, who now runs a homeless shelter. A humble servant with a great heart.
Driving home was loooonnngggg. It didn't help that I've been feeling off and was really tired. Not sleepy, my body just had *no* energy. We had a little fun rewriting NKOTB- Wanna Be Loved by You.
"Hi, I'm Jon..and I'm a Sagi-crabbyass" SMH *laughing* sometimes I crack myself up. Mel rewriting Jordan's verse was the funniest shit EVER! Pretty sure the toll booth operator thought we were drunk we were laughing so hard.
Anyway, after a disappointing first experience for me at Steak n Shake, we finally rolled into town after midnight. I didn't call it a night until around 2, then I was back in the 'real' world on a conference call and squeezing my kids tight. This is my last road trip for a little while. I go to choreograph the dance team I was hired by on the 27th. It's not far and it's a day trip so that doesn't really count. lol
The cruise was announced today. Too much to go into about the last cruise. I told everyone this morning that I have no plans at this time to cruise. Of course given what happened this last cruise, no one believes me. lol
Here's the thought behind it. Mel and I went into the last cruise with NO expectations. We were on the boat and that's all that mattered. We had such an AMAZING time! We feel that because of our last experience we will now go into it with certain expectations that will not be met and we want to end on a high note. Happy with the time and the moments we had with those we love.
Here's the thing though....a LOT of life can happen between now and then so I will stay open minded as always.Wahlberg tweeted "Many seas will be crossed" next year.
I have never been to the Philippines and going to the province where my Mother was from is one thing I MUST do before I leave this earth. It's on my Fearless list. You know the one I haven't 'officially' created. Not exactly sure how I would swing it, but I'll worry about that when the time comes. Of course I have a few Aussie friends that would prefer I go see *them*. ;) That being said, If they go to the Philippines.....I'm going with them. Yup. Just throwing that out into the universe.
Dear Universe.....CATCH!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Safe and Sound and in ChiTown...
Mel and I are officially in the Chicago area tonight....errr..this morning. We got in just before 10P.M. and the trip was quite enjoyable. Road trips with my bestie are some of my very favorite things. I am of the mind set that life is ALL about the journey. The good, the bad and the hysterical! :)
It is shaping up to be a weekend of epic proportions, filled with long overdue shenanigans. I still have no Internet back at home, but we are at our friend Tara's house for the night before we head to our hotel in downtown Chi sometime tomorrow, and she has WiFi. I think wandering around killing time before check-in is the plan for tomorrow. Of course thunderstorms are in the forecast and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I get to dance in the rain. Rain, on the day of a wedding is actually quite auspicious. Upon realizing the forecast Mel had to clarify with Todd...
Mel: So, how bad will I ruin the dress if it gets wet?
Todd: How wet are we talking?
Mel: Well, it's supposed to rain in Chicago on Saturday and knowing Ann Marie like I do, there *will* be dancing in the rain at some point....AFTER the wedding. lol
Todd: Well as long as you're not in a monsoon and you hang it to dry right away you should be fine.
Mel: Good to know. (To me): So Todd says I should be fine if the dress gets wet.
Me: SCORE!
The hotel we're staying at is just a few blocks away from the wedding so we should be fine walking. If it's raining though we'll take a cab the 3 blocks *to* the wedding. I don't get to dress to the nine's very often and am not that fond of dresses actually, but I am excited to get all dolled up for this event.
My kids go back to school on the 22nd so this will be my last road trip for a while. Definitely sad in my pants about that but, I am confident I'll be on the road or in the air again sooner rather than later. :) I'm still feeling "off" and haven't been sleeping all that great. *blank stare* Yeah, I know, this is not news. It's been difficult to get comfortable and my lower back has not been happy. There are so many who struggle more than I so I shall not dwell on the negative.
It is late, and I was given a glass of wine upon arrival. I don't normally drink so after about half a glass, my ears got hot and I got sleepy. So, I will go stretch out on the floor, because I'm too tall for the couch. The last time we were here was for opening night of tour and well....this happened... lol
http://www.twitvid.com/B75XX
So needless to say, we've opted out of sleeping on the pullout this time around. The 6A.M. hour will punch me in the face soon enough, and Tara's little boy will undoubtedly come in and snuggle with me, while we talk about Star Wars and other things his 3 yr old mind speeds through. the last time we were here, he did just that. woke me up by crawling in and hunkering down next to me with his stuffed animal cat named Oliver. Aptly named after his *real* cat named Oliver. We had quite a lovely chat about how I prefer Han Solo over Luke Skywalker and he didn't see why, because "No way. Luke Skywalker is cooler because he has a light sader." *giggle* I LOVE kids!
With that...I bid you adieu...until the sweet sounds of JK 'doodling' on the piano wake me from a fitful slumber. Having that clip of 'Inside' as my alarm is infinitely better than the stupid antelope ringtone punching me in the face. I'm such a light sleeper that I can hear a pin drop, so all I need to hear is the first few notes and I'm awake, and smiling. :)
It is shaping up to be a weekend of epic proportions, filled with long overdue shenanigans. I still have no Internet back at home, but we are at our friend Tara's house for the night before we head to our hotel in downtown Chi sometime tomorrow, and she has WiFi. I think wandering around killing time before check-in is the plan for tomorrow. Of course thunderstorms are in the forecast and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I get to dance in the rain. Rain, on the day of a wedding is actually quite auspicious. Upon realizing the forecast Mel had to clarify with Todd...
Mel: So, how bad will I ruin the dress if it gets wet?
Todd: How wet are we talking?
Mel: Well, it's supposed to rain in Chicago on Saturday and knowing Ann Marie like I do, there *will* be dancing in the rain at some point....AFTER the wedding. lol
Todd: Well as long as you're not in a monsoon and you hang it to dry right away you should be fine.
Mel: Good to know. (To me): So Todd says I should be fine if the dress gets wet.
Me: SCORE!
The hotel we're staying at is just a few blocks away from the wedding so we should be fine walking. If it's raining though we'll take a cab the 3 blocks *to* the wedding. I don't get to dress to the nine's very often and am not that fond of dresses actually, but I am excited to get all dolled up for this event.
My kids go back to school on the 22nd so this will be my last road trip for a while. Definitely sad in my pants about that but, I am confident I'll be on the road or in the air again sooner rather than later. :) I'm still feeling "off" and haven't been sleeping all that great. *blank stare* Yeah, I know, this is not news. It's been difficult to get comfortable and my lower back has not been happy. There are so many who struggle more than I so I shall not dwell on the negative.
It is late, and I was given a glass of wine upon arrival. I don't normally drink so after about half a glass, my ears got hot and I got sleepy. So, I will go stretch out on the floor, because I'm too tall for the couch. The last time we were here was for opening night of tour and well....this happened... lol
http://www.twitvid.com/B75XX
So needless to say, we've opted out of sleeping on the pullout this time around. The 6A.M. hour will punch me in the face soon enough, and Tara's little boy will undoubtedly come in and snuggle with me, while we talk about Star Wars and other things his 3 yr old mind speeds through. the last time we were here, he did just that. woke me up by crawling in and hunkering down next to me with his stuffed animal cat named Oliver. Aptly named after his *real* cat named Oliver. We had quite a lovely chat about how I prefer Han Solo over Luke Skywalker and he didn't see why, because "No way. Luke Skywalker is cooler because he has a light sader." *giggle* I LOVE kids!
With that...I bid you adieu...until the sweet sounds of JK 'doodling' on the piano wake me from a fitful slumber. Having that clip of 'Inside' as my alarm is infinitely better than the stupid antelope ringtone punching me in the face. I'm such a light sleeper that I can hear a pin drop, so all I need to hear is the first few notes and I'm awake, and smiling. :)
It is my FAVORITE song on the whole album. :)
Thursday, August 11, 2011
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
Saturday, August 6, 2011
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
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.
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.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
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. ;)
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.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
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.
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.
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