RY is pressuring me to update my blog*, and I've been meaning to... but I've just been so darn busy! Many of you are itching to know what my life's been like for the past few days, and you should know that it has been absolutely fabulous. (No scary or embarrassing encounters, sorry to disappoint). I was invited to Hometown to sing in a concert with some of the most talented people I know, which was nerve-racking, thrilling, honoring, and humbling. It was great to see some of my Eastern friends again, and to hear the deep voice of Fearless Leader telling me to save my voice. I can't wait for the next opportunity to perform with this group again!
Events in the past four days:
Parties: 4 (maybe 5 if you count a late night of pizza and prosecco at a mansion, which I do. So 5)
Concerts: 1 (unless you count singing at the parties, because then it would be 5. But I don't. So 1)
Glasses of champagne: ???
Peking Ducks: 13 (all in one night, which is just pretty awesome)
Reviews in the Hometown Post: 1
New Friends: 1,000,000
Grad School Offers: 2
So yeah, it's been a pretty awesome weekend.
I promise to write more soon, but now I just want to curl up and listen to the rain and some Miles Davis- if ya know what I mean.***
*Because he's a pusher. He pushes people to do things.**
**Yep, awesome MG's mention. Someday somebody will be sorry for showing me that movie, because I pretty much live by it now!
***Which most of you don't. To those of you that do, well, it's true. Shame on me, I know.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
I want an exclamation point in my name too!
Hidden away in a corner covered with trees in the Kroger parking lot near my house is a Souper! Salad* that nobody knows about. Or maybe some people know about it. I just stumbled into this delicious buffet and thought it was a secret. This Sunday I was too lazy to put real clothes after a long day of cleaning, so I threw on my favorite workout shorts (the ones with the built-in underwear**) and a t-shirt to run to the grocery store. It was then that I saw the fated Souper! Salad, filled to the brim with beautiful young men all in work out clothes like me! (Let's just disregard the fact that they were in workout clothes because they had just come from the 20 mile trail that ends right in the Souper! Salad's parking lot).
I should point out my love of salad bars. Yes, the food has been sitting there for hours. Yes, there are always way too many olives and not enough tomatoes. Yes, the bread is stale, the pepperoni is warm and the soup has scary objects in it. Yes, yes, yes. You can say whatever you want about them, but I love them. Maybe I love that I can make whatever I want without the prep work- cutting vegetables is boring, yo. Maybe I like that I can try something, decide I don't like it, get a new plate and try something else. Maybe they remind me a little bit of college and that fabulous awkward freshmen year cafeteria. (Which at my performing arts college was always a little too reminiscent of FAME. I mean, do we have to break out into song at every moment? Do you really need to practice that dance lift in line for the taco bar? Do you really need to eat a taco just so you can barf it up later?) Whatever the reason(s), I love a good/bad/decent salad bar.
...
There's a lot more to this story, but I'm going to have to leave it as a cliffhanger. I'm too distracted by the battery warning on my computer. I'm pretty sure my computer is a woman, and she is most definitely surfing the red wave right now.*** One second she tells me that I have 55 minutes left to dilly-dally on the interwebs, the next I have three hours. This shouldn't be a big deal, but it is so distracting I find myself staring at the darn icon waiting to see what she will do next.
You think tv is interesting? You enjoy going out and spending time with friends? You like taking your dog to the park? That's cool, I don't judge. I like sitting and staring with utter fascination at my computer screen and waiting for the battery light to change.****
*Any place bold enough to put an exclamation point in the middle of their name must be amazing. This is common sense.
**If you don't have a pair of these- buy them now. They save time and effort; Save space in the laundry, they're uber comfortable, and it's half the hassle of real underwear. I wish all of my pants had built in underwear. And skirts, and dresses. Life would be so much simpler.
***Yea, I said that. If I am going to assign gender to random inanimate objects then I get to decide when they are on the rag.
****Oh goodness, I need more grad auditions to keep me occupied. I don't know what to do with my time now that I am free from the noose of auditions.*****
*****Yes I do. I have three new pieces to learn for a concert this Saturday. I should be learning music. My bad.
I should point out my love of salad bars. Yes, the food has been sitting there for hours. Yes, there are always way too many olives and not enough tomatoes. Yes, the bread is stale, the pepperoni is warm and the soup has scary objects in it. Yes, yes, yes. You can say whatever you want about them, but I love them. Maybe I love that I can make whatever I want without the prep work- cutting vegetables is boring, yo. Maybe I like that I can try something, decide I don't like it, get a new plate and try something else. Maybe they remind me a little bit of college and that fabulous awkward freshmen year cafeteria. (Which at my performing arts college was always a little too reminiscent of FAME. I mean, do we have to break out into song at every moment? Do you really need to practice that dance lift in line for the taco bar? Do you really need to eat a taco just so you can barf it up later?) Whatever the reason(s), I love a good/bad/decent salad bar.
...
There's a lot more to this story, but I'm going to have to leave it as a cliffhanger. I'm too distracted by the battery warning on my computer. I'm pretty sure my computer is a woman, and she is most definitely surfing the red wave right now.*** One second she tells me that I have 55 minutes left to dilly-dally on the interwebs, the next I have three hours. This shouldn't be a big deal, but it is so distracting I find myself staring at the darn icon waiting to see what she will do next.
You think tv is interesting? You enjoy going out and spending time with friends? You like taking your dog to the park? That's cool, I don't judge. I like sitting and staring with utter fascination at my computer screen and waiting for the battery light to change.****
*Any place bold enough to put an exclamation point in the middle of their name must be amazing. This is common sense.
**If you don't have a pair of these- buy them now. They save time and effort; Save space in the laundry, they're uber comfortable, and it's half the hassle of real underwear. I wish all of my pants had built in underwear. And skirts, and dresses. Life would be so much simpler.
***Yea, I said that. If I am going to assign gender to random inanimate objects then I get to decide when they are on the rag.
****Oh goodness, I need more grad auditions to keep me occupied. I don't know what to do with my time now that I am free from the noose of auditions.*****
*****Yes I do. I have three new pieces to learn for a concert this Saturday. I should be learning music. My bad.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
I might meet my husband on craigslist, and he might be a cannibal- you never know.
I love reading the "missed connections" on craigslist. It is one stop on the long track of diversions I use to keep myself from doing real work. (Along with #myfriendsaremarried, suri's burn book, and the bloggess)* I stop by and read posts by all of the pseudo-stalkers about the women they think they might be in love with that they saw a year and a half ago at a gas station... it cracks me up. These people are seriously crazy, and I like knowing I'm not the only one.
Usually I read a couple mc's and then continue on with my day, but today was different than all the rest. Today I found my own pseudo-stalker. Today some crazy wrote a missed connection about me. (Why can't I lead a normal life? Because then you would have nothing to read about, that's why).
If you read it you know they can literally only be talking about me. Diet coke, cookie dough and lean pockets? For heavens sake, those are the three staples of my well balanced diet!
I just got back from a lovely evening with the KinderGuru and my Work Wife. They shared their sordid dating tales of late, and I shared the above. Strangely enough, they have decided I should respond. What if I meet the love of my life from this craigslist post?*** What if we tell our grandchildren the story of how he contacted me and the world wide web helped us find one another?**** What if he kidnaps me and chops me into a million little pieces and serves me as a stew in a local soup kitchen?*****
In other news, I had my eyebrows threaded today. DON'T DO IT, it hurts worse than getting a tattoo. Eyebrows and a craigslist stalker- so yeah, that about sums up my week.
*Truth be told I started writing this blog post an hour ago. I went to look at the list of websites I like to look at when I'm avoiding things and then all of the sudden an hour has gone by and I remembered that I had an actual thing to do. The internet is like one giant oubliette of information.**
**That makes sense in my head, but it probably doesn't in yours. Good thing this is my blog. So there.
***That's not going to happen.
****That's definitely not going to happen.
*****That could probably happen.
Usually I read a couple mc's and then continue on with my day, but today was different than all the rest. Today I found my own pseudo-stalker. Today some crazy wrote a missed connection about me. (Why can't I lead a normal life? Because then you would have nothing to read about, that's why).
If you read it you know they can literally only be talking about me. Diet coke, cookie dough and lean pockets? For heavens sake, those are the three staples of my well balanced diet!
I just got back from a lovely evening with the KinderGuru and my Work Wife. They shared their sordid dating tales of late, and I shared the above. Strangely enough, they have decided I should respond. What if I meet the love of my life from this craigslist post?*** What if we tell our grandchildren the story of how he contacted me and the world wide web helped us find one another?**** What if he kidnaps me and chops me into a million little pieces and serves me as a stew in a local soup kitchen?*****
In other news, I had my eyebrows threaded today. DON'T DO IT, it hurts worse than getting a tattoo. Eyebrows and a craigslist stalker- so yeah, that about sums up my week.
*Truth be told I started writing this blog post an hour ago. I went to look at the list of websites I like to look at when I'm avoiding things and then all of the sudden an hour has gone by and I remembered that I had an actual thing to do. The internet is like one giant oubliette of information.**
**That makes sense in my head, but it probably doesn't in yours. Good thing this is my blog. So there.
***That's not going to happen.
****That's definitely not going to happen.
*****That could probably happen.
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