tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88160027555477859052024-03-21T10:26:40.764-07:00Happy Laughter, I am a Lucky CatLobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-64457746185761926462010-03-31T16:19:00.001-07:002010-04-01T11:09:00.204-07:00Update on Life<span style="font-size:130%;">Well....<br /><br />So......<br /><br />Like.....<br /><br />Yah.....<br /><br />I'm glad we got that out of the way. Now onto updates.<br /><br />I am off the <a href="http://sesamestreetlive.com/tickets-0?tid[]=55">Street</a> and currently back in Minneapolis with <a href="http://cdn.costumesupercenter.com/csc_inc/images/items/343x432/28225.jpg">el hubbo.</a> Both of us are in the developmental stages of our respective careers. The stage where people keep asking "And...you are.....?" when you know exactly who <span style="font-style: italic;">they </span>are because you've seen/auditioned for/talked/worked with them several times already. My current career goal is to not have this happen more than once a month. It's a good <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziDtEPCFM0I">step</a>.<br /><br />My most recent and interesting job is probably working for the <a href="http://thebarbaraschneiderfoundation.org/">Barbara Schneider Foundation</a>. I'm hired as an actor to act (woah!) in scenarios that help train employees who work with the <a href="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-3/heidi-montag-bikini.jpeg">mentally ill</a>. This means nurses, security guards, prison guards, and even administrators who might come into contact with volatile individuals are trained in how to deescalate people without having to use <a href="http://briansjunk.com/images/Star%20Wars/Got%20Milk/Yoda.jpg">force</a> or restraints, but instead use <a href="http://www.newstrekker.com/series_tng/pic_bios/deanna.jpg">empathy</a> and listening. I get to be the person they're deescalating (along with several other actors who are in different rooms. Each of us have a different story/scenario.) We do these enactments about 10 times so everyone gets a chance to see or do each one. It is not easy. I have to jump from a depressed cutter to a violent, angry, suicidal/homicidal to a bi-polar <a href="http://stereogum.com/56681/miley_cyrus_vows_to_ruin_rude_stinky_radiohead/franchises/wheres-the-beef/">teen with delusions</a>. I enjoy the work, and I've learned a <span style="font-style: italic;">ton</span>, but at the end of my first day I was exhausted.<br /><br />It's not like a play where you have a gradual build in the tension before it finally explodes. You basically start at 100% intensity and go to 150%, and do it for four hours. And you have to be really mean to nice people who are scared of you. And while I love being able to do something so far from myself, I'm not strictly performing-I'm interacting, and there's a part of me that feels so sorry for some of these sweet, shy people I'm freaking out. The other thing that's hard is actually being told to do things you're not "supposed" to do. Like swear, kick things, scream, and mock peoples' race/weight/religion/age/sex, etc. But people with mental health problems or personality disorders either don't know or don't care about a lot of that, so part of this is to train people to deal with the shock that comes with someone throwing all kinds of profanities and insults at you without getting angry yourself.<br /><br />Now I was about to write "my job is sometimes to be horrible to people," but it's not. I think it's much more than that. My job is to teach people how to develop empathy with those who are not easy to communicate with or be around. And if they <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> show me that they care, part of my job is to "reward" them by calming down, or opening up a little, or letting them come a little closer physically or actually listening to something they say. It's not easy-especially the mean and vulgar part of it-but I think it's worth it if I can help people learn important skills and principals for when they deal with actual, real people like the ones I'm portraying.<br /><br />On a lighter note, <a href="http://www.partydomain.co.uk/d-commerce/media/SM21305-L.jpg">le hubie</a> et moi will get to work on the same film next week. It's a low-budget feature being shot in MN called "<a href="http://funnyartpictures.com/pics-funny-stuff/?images/midsize/classic-popart/david-statues-by-michelangelo.jpg">Statue</a> of David." I have 3 lines! YEAH! I'm playing a <a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.com/cm/harpersbazaar/images/RL/trophy-wife-george-hamilton-1209-04-de.jpg">trophy-wife</a>! YEA-WHA? Yah, I was pretty surprised that they'd have me, a quirky best-friend type, in that role, but I'm not complaining. I guess having boobs is finally useful after all. I didn't just write that.<br /><br />Well....I'm tired of writing now, so this post is done.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-81266859641954150862009-12-11T11:04:00.000-08:002009-12-11T19:44:28.808-08:00Christmas Time!<span style="font-size:130%;">Well, I am off the<a href="http://madeinhead.org/anism/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/funnypart-com-evil_sesame_street.jpg"> Street</a> now, but I don't have time to write about it at the moment because it's the most <a href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4616023/bbavoid-black-friday-shopping-madness-main_Full.jpg">busiest</a> time of the year. That is incorrectly grammered so it will fit the song "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." It's called a parody, though it's usually not funny if you have to explain it. <a href="http://adlads.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/moving6pf.jpg">Moving on...</a><br /><br />Right now I'm finishing up our first <a href="http://kraftmstr.com/christmas/humor/recount.html">Christmas letter</a> as a couple, so if you want one, send me your address via Email, Facebook, or text. But if you text me, make sure you put your name in there because I lost my phone in August with all my numbers and I might address your letter as<br /><br />801-473-5695<br />4567 Terrian Rd.<br />Harborville, SO 46654<br /><br />And seriously, who lives in Harborville, SO anymore?<br /><br />MERRY CHRISTMAS!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEoX9IX10_A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEoX9IX10_A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-54709207620367028002009-10-02T18:39:00.000-07:002009-10-02T19:08:50.783-07:00Life on the Street<span style="font-size:130%;">So maybe I should write something on here. I don't think I have any readers anymore for the silly reason of not writing!! Well that's gonna change! At least for tonight.<br /><br />Well...I am currently in Dayton, OH and we leave in a few days for Salisbury, Maryland. We're never in one place for more than a week and this week and the next we're in two cities. It can get tiring riding the bus for eight hours, packing and unpacking every few days, and not being able to see and enjoy my husband, but when we actually do the shows, I have to admit, I have the coolest job ever. I'm dancing and singing with Muppets! Hundreds of children 5 and under all want to be me for an hour and a half! I may never earn the envy of my peers , but damn it, if you're a kid, you'd want my job. I made a swear.<br /><br />So here's some basic facts about my job:<br /><br />1. The entire show (except for my part) is tracked, meaning it's all pre-recorded, so if I take too long saying a line, the show goes on anyway so timing is everything.<br /><br />2. I am double-cast, so some shows I'm the live human character, and some shows I get to be Oscar and a black-light butterfly. Oscar's head is heavy, but it's fun to be the only mean Muppet.<br /><br />3. The dancers who play the Muppets are real people, but they don't have any mics since their voices are recorded by the actual Sesame Street characters from the show, and I've heard more dirty jokes from Big Bird than any live human.<br /><br />4. The show is basically a rock concert for kids. They come dressed like the stars (Mupperts), sing along to really loud music and flashing lights, and they get out of their seats to dance and mosh until one of them passes out. That last part only happened in my mind.<br /><br />So there's my life for another month, and then it's time to head home. So, if you've got any questions about life on the Street, go ahead and ask so that it will make me post again. Or you don't have to and can send me a passive-aggressive message that I just <span style="font-style: italic;">shouldn't</span> post.<br /><br />And now for something totally unrelated and totally brilliant:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbbxA8a_M_s&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbbxA8a_M_s&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-4124663282470916752009-08-21T20:45:00.000-07:002009-08-21T20:59:59.411-07:00Today I Did Not....<span style="font-size:130%;">So inspired by several of my friend Lindsi's <a href="http://lindsimichelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-me-monday.html">post</a>s, I will make a list of things I absolutely, totally DID NOT do today:<br /><br />1. I did not stay on the verge of tears while trying to learn one 16-count section of dance for almost an hour.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2. I did not eat a huge Angus burger that my stomach would still be trying to digest.<br /><br />3. I did not comb my hair and inwardly gasp at the amount of dan-err, dead skin on my scalp.<br /><br />4. I did not lose my black sports bra.<br /><br />5. I did not get lost three times going back and forth from the co-op that is 5 blocks from our hotel.<br /><br />6. I did not complain about 50 times to whoever would listen about how stressed I am having to memorize an entire 90-minute track with choreography.<br /><br />So wow, look at all the things I totally did NOT do! Aren't I a perfect example of self-restraint?<br /></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-6281334735694063742009-08-17T21:00:00.000-07:002009-08-17T21:08:39.780-07:00Sesame Street, Here I Come!So I should be packing, but I decided to bring my blog back from the dead (it was a little too late for mouth-to-mouth to simply revive it, so I went with necromancy to fully bring it back) to announce that.....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I will be on tour for 2-4 months!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll give the details later...maybe...since I need to pack and it was sudden, but I'll be singing and dancing as Sam the mail-carrier, or (I have two roles I switch off) as Oscar the Grouch and I also do some cool black-light dances as a fish and a butterly. I leave...tomorrow. I found out...today. Someone else got injured which is sad, but I get a job, which is happy and she gets to come back when she's un-injured which is also happy because Nathan and I have a 3-month rule about being apart if we get gigs. I'll be in the Midwest and on the East coast mostly, but you can check out the show schedule <a href="http://sesamestreetlive.com/tickets-0?tid[]=55">http://sesamestreetlive.com/tickets-0?tid[]=55</a></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll be in the show until at least early November. WEEEEE!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">OK, seriously time to pack.</span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-15703066410448845192009-04-10T13:17:00.000-07:002009-04-10T13:29:32.960-07:00How to curb the appetite<span style="font-size:130%;">Are you ever tempted by food you <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> you shouldn't eat? Do you crave deep-fried deliciousness, have fast-food fantasies, are tortured by take-out? I have something that will cure you.......<br /><br /><a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/">http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/</a><br /><br />....or make it worse, either way, it's pretty entertaining. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Thanks to <a href="http://theformer786.blogspot.com/">Joel</a> for recommending the site)</span><br /><br />Oh, and we're moving to <a href="http://jasonhenle.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/0154_heaven_christian_clipart.jpg">Minn</a>e<a href="http://www.hendricksmn.com/hendricks_mn/snow_4_big.jpg">s</a>o<a href="http://realestatetwincities.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/istock_000002498325swinteron-miss480x479.jpg">t</a>a in less than 3 weeks. I think I'll start blogging again when I get there....Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-40028124215063970932009-01-28T12:22:00.001-08:002009-01-28T13:00:21.669-08:00The Gender of my Cutlery<span style="font-size:130%;">OK so I haven't posted in forever and the reason why is....ummm....well....I just didn't feel like it.....I have no other excuse. Not that I need one since my blog readership is mostly people I<a href="http://www.savagechickens.com/images/chickenidentity.jpg"> Facebook </a>with on a weekly basis anyway, but...umm...Hey look! A post!:<br /><br />OK so there are certain things that are <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7c/Male_and_female_superb_fairy_wren.jpg/800px-Male_and_female_superb_fairy_wren.jpg">male and female</a>. I am female. My husband is male. We know this because I am reminded of my gender every month while my husband has <a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/dre1152l.jpg">no such reminders</a>-therefore he is male. Moving on to a little more advanced analysis-my family's dog is female. We know this because she never humps anyone's <a href="http://www.clipartof.com/images/clipart/xsmall2/4986_pirate_with_missing_teeth_hook_hand_holding_a_knife_and_a_wooden_leg.jpg">leg</a>, therefore she is NOT male, and is, by process of elimination-female. I have yet to find a neuter dog-maybe in <a href="http://www.toonpool.com/user/6/files/london_party_131215.jpg">Germany</a>.<br /><br />Now we move into the abstract. Even numbers are female and odd numbers are male. This isn't a recent analysis. I've always know this since I was a <a href="http://zhippo.com/NikkoIgnitionTattooHOSTED/images/gallery/dino-baby-portrait-l.jpg">child</a>. Perhaps it was some subtle comment in my mind on male and female anatomy, but I've always known that evens are girls. OK, 7 is slightly effeminate, I'll give you that, and 77 might be female. Maybe had a gender change, I don't know, but <a href="http://www.aerospaceweb.org/aircraft/jetliner/b777/b777_02.jpg">777</a> is definitely male and a masochist because he's <a href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/4/01apr19-poor-but-still-overcompensating.jpg">overcompensating</a> for 77's lack of excessive masculinity. That's just the way it is.<br /><br />Now onto the non-living physical realm-my cutlery. I am torn. Spoons are definitely female and knives are definitely male, but forks? I can't make up my mind. Sometimes I think they're a spunky punk-@$$ male, but other times I think they're a <a href="http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x76/Samardeep/Funny%20Pictures/BritneyGoodOrBad/britney_good_bad_11.jpg">sophisticated</a>, sleek female that could run Wall-Street. And as far as <a href="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/253000/253131SXaW_w.jpg">sporks</a>... they're just confused.<br /></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-37776005285296383602008-12-08T21:40:00.000-08:002008-12-15T20:00:01.959-08:00Twilight...wow...really? I'm posting about this?<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">PART I</span><br />OK so <a href="http://theformer786.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-silence.html">ev</a>e<a href="http://mlhedengren.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-at-midnight.html">r</a>y<a href="http://authorbee.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-saw-twilight-and-all-i-got-was-this.html">on</a>e <a href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-edward.html">else</a> is posting about Twilight and I decided it was time that I had to <a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/7976/cautionthisisspartadz2gs5.jpg">do something</a> and let the world know what <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> thought! Since my thoughts are so many, I must<a href="http://www.naturalnews.com/cartoons/siamese_twins_600.jpg"> divide</a> these posts. This post I will talk about the first book since it doesn't get me quite as angry as talking about "<a href="http://www.chickenblog.com/images/rainbooty.jpg">New Moon</a>." So, here goes....<br /><br />First off, the book was kind of boring until the last 1/5 when stuff actually <span style="font-style: italic;">happened.</span> I was getting bored of Bella trying to find another way to describe Edward's beauty for the <a href="http://www.nontalk.com/images/300.jpg">300th</a> time. I think stuff started to happen because Stephanie Meyer ran out of 1-2 syllable words in the thesaurus and decided to make a plot.<br /><br />Second, there were two things Stephanie wrote about her main characters that never made sense. (1) Bella is really unique. We know this because Bella repeatedly <span style="font-style: italic;">says </span>she is unique and different, and to be crazy-different all you have to do is read Jane Austen and listen to <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Claude+Debussy">Debussy</a>. (This was even before the vampire stuff.) By this definition I must have been an alien in High School because I<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> listened to <a href="http://www.divinecomedy.net/pages/mormonadz/dcversion/piano.jpg">Rachmaninoff</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>and read books.<br />OK, (2) Edward supposedly talks like he's from the turn of the century...again, because Bella <span style="font-style: italic;">says</span> so even though HE NEVER SAYS ANYTHING THAT SOUNDS LIKE HE'S FROM <a href="http://summertownstock.com/panoramicsforebay/details/SummertownSun-bathsuitfashionparade1918detail.jpg">1918</a>!!! Apparently Stephanie Meyer didn't want to actually research what people talked like in the early 1900's, so she just <span style="font-style: italic;">tells</span> us he talks like this without having to go through the <a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/518HACANMQL._SL500_AA240_.jpg">arduous task</a> of writing it.<br /><br />Third, Bella is a <a href="http://www.jimstoons.com/pictures/jimtoons.com.912.jpg">WUSS</a> who takes love for infatuation. I'm sorry, but if people got married and stayed as obsessed about each other as Bella and Edward are, <span style="font-style: italic;">nothing would get done</span>! You'll be too busy "smoldering" each other to remember to take out the garbage and <a href="http://selfmadechick.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/hungry-birds2.png">feed the kids</a> (especially if you're having vampire-sex all night long as they apparently do for 32 chapters in the last book.)<br /><br />And fourth leads us to my biggest problem with New Moon, but is manifest in Twilight enough. It's that Edward is supposed to be perfect with a hint of "danger" AKA "bad boy," but in <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> life anyone who acts like he does is usually a narcissistic <a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/shr0247l.jpg">womanizer</a>. I'm serious, when a guy has as much charm and good looks as Edward supposedly does, he's <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> going to be unaware of it and 95% of the time he's going to use it to get what he wants-and that often means <a href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2178531/Villian-main_Full.jpg">manipulating</a> women. And no, you won't be "the one" to change him.<br /><br />OK, enough for now. Coming up at some point: Why the movie was <span style="font-style: italic;">better</span> than the book and Jacob vs. Edward AKA a real man vs. an emo punk.<br /></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-78908933400369761922008-11-25T21:14:00.000-08:002008-11-25T21:21:21.438-08:00Thanksgiving cake<span style="font-size:130%;">I'm not home now, but I just wanted to say that Nathan and I finally were reunited with the rest of our amazing wedding cake. A great family gathering is taking place and my mom and dad just flew in tonight with my mom carrying the bottom layer of our wedding cake (which weighed about 15 pounds) as her carry-on item all the way to grandma's.<br /><br />Oh, and Mr. and Mrs. Lobbie were married May of 2007. The cake has been in the freezer since...<br /><br />It was AWESOME! That's what you get when everything including the fondant is home-made. It also helps to have 25 relatives around to eat it. However, I'm not supposed to have white sugar and I'm...not...feeling...the greatest. I'll get back to the blogging world in a few days when I've recovered and interacted with people. I hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving!</span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-30900703064265043652008-11-21T11:24:00.000-08:002008-11-21T12:52:57.356-08:00The Miracle of Pizza and Tiny Plastic Things<span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">So as I started writing this, I came to the realization that the humans I have interacted the most with in the past few weeks are all under <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwSkDhyd40k&feature=related">11 years old</a>. And, as I'm sure so many of you know, we really do learn things from children that we seem to forget in our older years. I thought I'd share some <a href="http://www.cooljewels.com/wholesale-guitar-jewelry.aspx">jewels </a>with you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't throw your toys in the basketball hoop.</span> How many of us, in the rush of our day-to-day lives, keep throwing stuffed animals in that spare basketball hoop as we head off to work or school, regardless of the consequences? One day we may actually want them back, but they're trapped in a hopeless net of...net until someone taller than us can get them out, and I hate being dependent on <a href="http://www.blog.joelx.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/short-man-syndrome-cartoon.gif">tall people</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Small, brightly-colored pieces of plastic should entertain you for hours.</span> This lesson was learned from my dear Sunbeams. At the end of the lesson, did they want to draw pictures, run outside, or sing? No! I had given them some giant, plastic <a href="http://www.wingwahind.com/2130G.jpg">jax</a> from our lesson and what can you do with those? EVERYTHING! You can pretend they're you're eyes, you can hide them in your blanket, you can spin them on the ground or make them attack your friends! They are so fun you'll have to put them away during class because they just <a href="http://www.rotodestroyer.com/img/excitement.jpg">ooze excitement</a>! So really, if you have any kind of colored plastic in your home, you have no excuse to be bored.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything is better if you shout it.</span> It doesn't matter <span style="font-style: italic;">what</span> you're going to say, if you shout it, it's automatically better and funnier! Also, this is a great way to impress your peers. Remember that at your next board meeting.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Someone who can scream and chase me=friend.</span> I used to think it was a bad thing when people I didn't know ran at me screaming. What a stuffy fool I was! Kids make friends this way! What kind of friend <span style="font-style: italic;">wouldn't </span>run after you yelling all sorts of things? Think about it next time that homeless man attacks you-he probably just wants to <a href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/idreamstock/id066/sjsa1002.jpg">play.</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Eating Godfather's pizza is the most exciting event EVER (AKA Pizza Party)</span><span> OK, so pizza is always somewhat exciting, but if you actually call it a pizza <span style="font-weight: bold;">party</span>......woah, I had to stop the rush of excitement that just came from writing that...then the pizza and whatever you drink tastes 50X better! </span></span></span><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span>And it's always best to get the <a href="http://cache.valleywag.com/assets/resources/2006/07/pizza-invasion-curve.jpg"><span style="font-style: italic;">most</span> pizza,</a> not the best pizza, so everyone can have LOTS of it! Then the fun factor is upped so high, that just sitting there is 300% more fun than chasing friends or throwing toys into basketball hoops-though these things usually follow a pizza party. Remember that for your next board meeting.</span></span></span><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br />Well I hope you've been as touched as I have. I thought I'd share one more think with you that I found as I was web-searching. It looks like a literary masterpiece meant to expand the mind of kids everywhere.</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-HIruhlgaiWJ50a9qyhYpqmMTGPuQT-1KwvOlstqFOvKaZZdgD8u5ZpWJtoBdbz5pUSHmdPiCpxzKptjkCvzFYE8JmUtTCnLqjSCuvcZdmAJAFVwMyCXfaNEIwGF3HQOmYwMoZPt9XE/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-HIruhlgaiWJ50a9qyhYpqmMTGPuQT-1KwvOlstqFOvKaZZdgD8u5ZpWJtoBdbz5pUSHmdPiCpxzKptjkCvzFYE8JmUtTCnLqjSCuvcZdmAJAFVwMyCXfaNEIwGF3HQOmYwMoZPt9XE/s400/pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271215887118710578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-33193302824143970562008-11-04T15:51:00.001-08:002008-11-04T16:02:11.382-08:00When You're Dead Your Vote Doesn't Count<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm sure you're all thinking I'm going to make some reference to ACORN or reveal that I have the plague, but really I just wanted to say that according to all extreme postitions on both sides (because we know those are the most accurate), I will die or have a horrible life no matter who becomes president.<br /><br />One candidate is </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >obviously </span><span style="font-size:130%;">a closet-Muslim-terrorist who will support Al-Queda after he socializes us so he can spread the carnage around equally.<br />The other will </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >of course</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> die of old age and insanity tomorrow and leave us with a brainless Barbie doll who will deny the existence of dinosaurs and have a big ol' book-burning BAR-BQ in her backyard so she can keep an eye on Russia for when she starts World War III.<br /><br />Obviously we're all gonna die either way, so really, does my vote count?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:70%;">PS<br />I did vote today and was very happy about it. I just hate the extremes people go to to smear the other candidate-both of whom I respect.</span></span></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-76120202277634636982008-10-20T20:00:00.000-07:002008-10-20T20:40:32.175-07:00Because I'm too lazy to write<span style="font-size:130%;">Little did you know that before <a href="http://members.aol.com/interstell/m-way.jpg">Destiny's </a>Child became famous for being beautiful women with amazing vocals, tight <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSoVKUVOnfQ">dance moves</a> and skanky clothing, they lived in northern England as musicians who played on the street for <a href="http://romancoinjewelry.net/index.1.jpg">coins</a>. There were far more in the group then, but you know how it goes-the <a href="http://www.uglybugly.com/dancin.gif">less-marketable ones</a> are kicked out. Oh, and they were cats.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.rathergood.com/independent_woman/">See here.</a></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-12809268893908164832008-10-16T23:37:00.000-07:002010-05-18T21:41:57.366-07:00Evil, Wicked BugsI'm scared. I know every apartment has its share of <a href="http://www.uglybugpest.com/db3/00290/uglybugpest.com/_uimages/DSC00773.bmp">insects</a> and such, but lately the bugs have been <a href="http://www.fun-shop.com/show_image.php?im=/img/01/00327.jpg&size=300"><span style="font-style: italic;">weird!</span></a> Last week there was one on the floor that was flat-bodied and had lots of legs that looked a little like those old-school automatic <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/75/191894485_78f6c38716.jpg?v=0">car-wash</a> drapes that would cover your car. It also had some scary-looking tentacles and was a pale color. And it was <span style="font-style: italic;">fast</span>. Fast, weird bugs terrify me. <a href="http://strange_stuff.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-cute.html">Snakes</a>, no. <a href="http://www.godzillaondvd.com/mediapageloads/mothra%20stills/mothra-9.jpg">Bugs</a>, yes.<br /><br />Then today there was a depressed fly and a demon-bug from Hell. As I was reading everyone's <a href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-of-secret.html">sex secrets on Kristina's blog</a>, a fly <span style="font-style: italic;">fell</span> on me. It didn't<a href="http://www.myspaceanimations.com/images/fly-funny.jpg"> buzz around manically</a> as flies do, or even seem to care when I shooed it off. It lazily took a spot on the chair and just <span style="font-style: italic;">waited</span>. I swear it wanted me to kill it. It didn't flinch when I waved my hands around it. I think the fly was depressed that the food selection in our house is mostly in wrapper-form and thought its life was <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/1392672151_296f83aec2.jpg?v=0">not worth living</a>. I was almost somber as I grabbed some toilet paper to smash it in.<br /><br />But the worst was tonight. I had to run to the bathroom and I noticed a bug in the corner. I thought it was an <a href="http://www.orchidboard.com/community/attachments/pests-diseases/3831d1182441122-earwigs-earwig.jpg">earwig</a> or <a href="http://www.featurepics.com/FI/Thumb/20070419/Centipede-Painter-290540.jpg">centipede</a> (both gross!) But as I pushed it out of the corner with some TP, it revealed itself to be THE <a href="http://www.supersentai.com/database/1991_jetman/images/jet-vi-demongod.jpg">DEMON-BUG</a> FROM THE 9TH CIRCLE OF HELL!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsyXdeyQQSgFn8isjkawS3D9LudxOi9JDa46-fhV9FbdpMeZTJYnefN8Aeqy5e4tuYOWliE_F2OMBDp5A8iB-3coa04lFFxI66r6C0O8go8TMCkdttmeWs3dznpDGS2__3fwpKoC4-EY/s1600-h/evil+bug.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsyXdeyQQSgFn8isjkawS3D9LudxOi9JDa46-fhV9FbdpMeZTJYnefN8Aeqy5e4tuYOWliE_F2OMBDp5A8iB-3coa04lFFxI66r6C0O8go8TMCkdttmeWs3dznpDGS2__3fwpKoC4-EY/s200/evil+bug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258025772702444178" border="0" /></a>Wait...then it would be an ice-bug. I think it was more like an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dante%27s_Hell#Seventh_Circle">inner-ring of the 7th circle</a> bug.<br /><br /><br />But anyway, this thing was like a cross between an earwig, a cockroach, and a centipede with a crab-like pincher on its tail-end. IT WAS <a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v172/OptimalMegatron/eeeevil.jpg">EEEEEEEVIL!</a> So I tried to smash it with a wad of TP, (since if I touched it, it would trap me in a <a href="http://www.arnoldltd.com/may2004gallery_files/image013.jpg">vortex of evil</a> with 1,000s of its brothers and sisters) but it was in a corner, so very hard to do. I pushed as hard as I could and hopefully I killed it. There's still a wad of bunched-up toilet paper against the wall. I'm <a href="http://www.petite-madame.fr/dessin/Chibies/i%27m_not_afraid_of_you.jpg">afraid</a> to go in there. It might brush against my foot and give me <a href="http://www.giantmicrobes.com/us/products/ebola.html">Eboli</a>.<br /><br /><br />PS<br />After looking some things up, <a href="http://blogoscoped.com/files/google-cartoon-01.gif">Google</a> would have me believe that I only had an earwig in my bathroom, but I know a DEMON-BUG FROM THE INNER-RING OF THE 7TH-CIRCLE OF HELL when I see one.Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-32469588016518568512008-10-14T08:40:00.000-07:002008-10-14T09:55:56.251-07:00I am Full of Snot, but I've Still Got Jane AustenThat's not a <a href="http://www.howard-winn.k12.ia.us/projects/ac7/gifanim/euphemism.gif">euphemism</a> or anything, I literally am full of snot. I've been sick for awhile now (my immune system isn't the greatest) and it really sucks. However, I've had<a href="http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/ausfotoj.jpg"> Jane Austen movies</a> and a free trial of <a href="http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/05/chuck._wow.jpg">WoW</a> to keep me company (don't laugh, my Night-Elf Rogue would kick your trash.)<br /><br />What's really funny to me though, is that when I watch a lot of Jane Austen, I start wanting to talk like an upper/middle-class 17th-century <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1wh6khS71k&feature=related">English lady</a>. Like it slips out when I'm not even trying. I mean it just sounds so <span style="font-style: italic;">pretty.</span> However, if I started telling people their remarks were impertinent or they were setting <a href="http://www.askandyaboutclothes.com/images/HatEtiquette.gif">propriety</a> at naught, I think it more likely they would increase <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMafvc-VnQjOvCTagy-qNwBU8PMngyeHsm0EpE0psPZexVzZXaBXl8MFR5X1aAPtpPjOB04Y6m33sNZH6cdA0GNK_YZhVzlO8LE6SXpYRi3MTM9ElJqgXIltwaqbHvVP_crixpvl7CbL4/s1600-h/Etiquette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMafvc-VnQjOvCTagy-qNwBU8PMngyeHsm0EpE0psPZexVzZXaBXl8MFR5X1aAPtpPjOB04Y6m33sNZH6cdA0GNK_YZhVzlO8LE6SXpYRi3MTM9ElJqgXIltwaqbHvVP_crixpvl7CbL4/s200/Etiquette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257052836294546338" border="0" /></a>the behavior which had caused the offense instead of properly and resolutely ending it as decorum dictates.<br /><br />Furthermore, I wish to state that Jane Austen films are far sexier than anything we do nowadays. A favorite acting teacher of mine told us that our society has lost the sense for <a href="http://www.carnaval.com/kingmidas/kingmidas-hawthorne.htm">touch</a>, and I have to agree. Who can have sexual tension when everyone's <a href="http://www.internoodle.com/Kermit/KermitPics/KermitLyingDownLookRight.gif">clothes are off</a> 30 minutes into the movie? But when I watch Pride and Prejudice, I get such a <a href="http://www.pe.com/imagesdaily/2007/10-18/thriller_400.jpg">thrill</a> out of a look or touch of the hand. Those small things become infused with meaning and....they make me want my husband home very quickly.<br /><br />Seriously guys, if you want to get lucky throw some Jane Austen in the DVD Player. Or just come home dressed as <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8DP4DcEAGxMFRv6XcSI8xhQWYwSbqIlbRN0b0qJo8p5qK8ykCn23k42iUWrroIf0ZOULyeHH214uLNoLmVH3LZVF88_zeWJjvmXd1Wc5Uu0Rm7MTuLc6FmsBh4q0SJp2r1BuK8EIg6tw/s1600-h/darcy+colin.jpg">Mr. Darcy</a>, you know, if you're into<a href="http://dancewithjaneausten.com/"> that sort of thing.</a><br /><br />PS<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jp5RdCfRLl4&feature=related">I just had to</a>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-43671407593715386202008-09-30T18:20:00.000-07:002008-09-30T18:47:19.853-07:00The Exciting Lives of ScientistsLong story, but I found an <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/jan/26/history">article</a> about a natural science museum in London. Here's to science with a sense of humor:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There is a genus of clam called Abra. So inevitably, in 1957, when they identified a new species</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4V-df3QMEv27a1uQWQSCr6-U2lhWO3umZzQ55b8cpc3oOP9VfVBiQR6RxFjFuaSAOEDwutuafTO9esDRjtUAfoKpQHzuyv7t5Ahv05AAOcR4xx6S1XO8GNIPatm_X9zsv3IdFAp8xcA/s1600-h/clams_on_beach_lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4V-df3QMEv27a1uQWQSCr6-U2lhWO3umZzQ55b8cpc3oOP9VfVBiQR6RxFjFuaSAOEDwutuafTO9esDRjtUAfoKpQHzuyv7t5Ahv05AAOcR4xx6S1XO8GNIPatm_X9zsv3IdFAp8xcA/s200/clams_on_beach_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251995843462825938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> within that genus, two scientists proposed the name cadabra. A few years later, scientists decided that "Abra cadabra" more correctly belonged to the genus Theora, and, says Fortey sadly, "there is nothing very entertaining about Theora cadabra"</span><br /><br />I'm with you Fortey. Screw correct classification-I wanna laugh at my mollusks!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quentin Wheeler, keeper of entomology, and a colleague named a series of slime-mould consuming beetles after the US administration: Agathidium bushi, A rumsfeldi, and A cheyneyi. He also named one after Darth Vader. One day he received a phone call that began "This is the president of the United States." He was about to answer "Oh yes? Well this is Darth Vader . . ." when he realised it actually was the president of the United States, who claimed to feel honoured to be immortalised in beetle nomenclature.</span><br /><br />Err....call Bush "scum" and he'll probably get mad. Call him a "scum-sucking <span style="font-style: italic;">beetle</span>"<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>and he'll personally call and thank you.Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-25968889790822712522008-09-30T10:31:00.000-07:002008-09-30T10:33:03.242-07:00Ummm...The only purpose of this entry is to say I'll write a real one in a few hours after I get back from work. Why I'm putting this up for only a few hours is beyond me, but I blame <a href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/">Kristina</a> for making me feel bad about not posting, so now I feel I owe the blogging world (her) an explanation.<br /><br />Cheers.Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-46572800061166624252008-09-09T15:08:00.000-07:002008-09-09T19:01:01.667-07:00Paris, Je T'aimeI seem to recall an <a href="http://cellandplatelet.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-cheap-things.html">entry</a> that prophesied of future entries. Behold, on this day shall the prophecy be fulfilled as I tell the story of...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE INFAMOUS PARIS ROMANCE!!!!</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4l3beK690xIs74L0mHrFEdTeTBeOSgo79_b7G9cwiTmkvJFelGUgWxj3Pn5hP0f9qwW_wbFOZd7uovlsTLL9kwPzdTk9VISeRJxJGjcMNLk43aW87zAmdHMwFL2YikhEAnyPss0cpe38/s1600-h/S4010029_edited.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4l3beK690xIs74L0mHrFEdTeTBeOSgo79_b7G9cwiTmkvJFelGUgWxj3Pn5hP0f9qwW_wbFOZd7uovlsTLL9kwPzdTk9VISeRJxJGjcMNLk43aW87zAmdHMwFL2YikhEAnyPss0cpe38/s200/S4010029_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244152113190096274" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So long ago (the summer of '<a href="http://www.operagloves.com/Fashion/LaModeIllustree/lamodeillustree-tailoredcostume1906.jpg">06</a>), I was on my way to study abroad in Namibia, Africa. Namibia is a significant country because, as we all know, Angelina and Brad had baby Shilo there that same year. I went for the much less interesting <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp">anthropologi</a>cal things there. I mean live with natives for a month, kill snakes, see elephants? <span style="font-style: italic;">Pales</span> in comparison to having a chance to actually see a real <a href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/DrNickDC/ugly-baby-a3c.jpg">celebrity baby</a>! I mean how many times do any of us have a chance to see that <span style="font-style: italic;">anywhere</span>?<br /><br />I digress...Paris plays a part in all this because my dad was able to find a flight that allowed me to meet my parents in Paris (my dad was going to take my mom to <a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2007/09/ELMO%20PIZZA%20TOY1.JPG">Italy</a> right after for their 25th anniversary, so we were all there) and then fly to <a href="http://imanafricaninny.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/419.gif"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Africa</span></a>.<br /><br />So the first day that I'm not jet-lagged, I go run around Paris just looking at things, <a href="http://flytrapgrowing.info/uploads/modelflytrap1.jpg">eating things</a> and exploring the city. It's marvelous fun. I stop next to the river Seine to read my map. Apparently this signals "<a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/4481.jpg">tourist</a>" since not a minute later a Frenchman comes up to me and asks if he can look at my map too. However, I notice that he didn't seem interested in finding anything (at least on the map) as he quickly starts making conversation with me. Let's fast forward to two hours later when we're sitting in a cafe talking. Think American films that take place in Paris are full of stupid <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmlmBmgo6T4">stereo-types</a>...?<br /><br />Ummm...they...really....aren't. Let me give you some highlites of our conversation: (<span style="font-style: italic;">Note that this must be done in a THICK Parisian accent)</span><br /><br />"Ah, Laurel, your smile, it is so beautiful. I am not a painter, but you will make me one."<br /><br />"Bravo, bravo Laurel to your parents for making you. I should send them a bottle of wine."<br /><br />"I would send my heart to you across the ocean, but I cannot; I only have one."<br /><br />"Ah, Laurel, your laughter! I must remember it. I am not a writer, but you will make me one."<br /><br />I literally have a page of these written down because they were just so....French. Did they work on me? Well, if you hadn't kissed anyone for over two years because you were serving a mission most of that time, and a cliche Paris romance knocks at your door, what would <span style="font-style: italic;">you </span>do<a href="http://www.timeshareads.com/images/Photos/lwd.jpg">?</a><br /><br />Exactly. Kissing on top of the Eiffel Tower was awesome.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-32426875907565209402008-08-29T10:28:00.000-07:002008-09-01T12:25:11.649-07:00I Done Got Tagged!I can't believe it, it's like a true initiation into the blogging world, but I finally got tagged. Here we go.....<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Here are the rules:</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">1. Link to the person who tagged you. (<a href="http://winkelnutter.blogspot.com/">Tiff</a></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">2. Post the rules on your blog.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">3. Write six <a href="http://www.guillermovega.com/">random things</a> about yourself.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.</span><br /><br />RANDOM #1: I have always wanted to be ninja and/or <a href="http://files.motime.com/a451a0c9f0ff964d358fa467a7a38363.jpeg">Catwoman</a>. And of course my body would magically transform to <a href="http://tit7posting.homestead.com/files/Catwoman.jpg">fit the suit</a> perfectly too.<br /><br />RANDOM #2: I'm a complete <a href="http://deyan.dyankov.name/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/nerd_sniping.png">nerd</a>. I was even going to write a post about it-with the awesomely clever title "My Nerdy Little Secret." Evidence of my nerdiness includes (but is not limited to):<br />A. I love Star Trek. Well, OK, I'm really a <a href="http://geeks-have-feelings-too.net/contents/images/star-trek-und-plastische-chirugie.jpg">Next Generation</a> fan, but the other series all have their moments.<br />B. I grew up on NPR and didn't discover pop music until 7th grade. I was more familiar with <a href="http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/">Garrison Keillor</a> than...well who <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> popular in '94?<br />C. I have the comic book where Dazzler first appears in the X-men. I also used to collect <a href="http://jester-games.co.uk/images/Marvel%20Heroes.jpg">Marvel</a> trading cards.<br />D. Conversations at lunch and dinner during my freshman semester usually revolved around deep religious truths or <a href="http://www.dbu.edu/mitchell/images/DCM/PlatoCave.jpeg">Platonist</a> vs. Aristotelian ideals in the modern world. I was in an honors ward, among my own kind. <a href="http://www.flatrock.org.nz/topics/intellect_and_entertain/assets/so-much-as-happy.jpg">:) </a><br /><br />RANDOM #3: I could have added more to #2, but it was getting long, and I was getting wary of revealing too much of my un-cool side since I am definitely viewed as one of <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> cool people at <a href="http://www.adrants.com/images/tmnt_byu.jpg">BYU</a>, and I have a reputation to protect there.<br /><br />RANDOM #4: Ha! I got out east of #3, so now #4....Hmmm, this may be boring but I looove make-up. You know how some girls love shoes? Not me (although I appreciate their contributions.) I love make-up. Having never been blessed with great visual artistic talents in drawing or painting, it's the closest I come to it. Since discovering <a href="http://www.eyeslipsface.com/default.asp">ELF cosmetics</a>, I've had the chance to buy lots of make-up I never, but <span style="font-style: italic;">MIGHT</span>, use.<br /><br />RANDOM #5: I love video games. Maybe this belongs under #2, but with my guy friends it was an opportunity to bond, and usually guys I've dated found this nerdy quality <a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/cgo/lowres/cgon120l.jpg"><span style="font-style: italic;">attractive</span></a>. I didn't get bored if my friends/boyfriend wanted to play video games-intead I kicked their butt! (Side-note: I had awesome roommates before I was <a href="http://www.funnytimes.com/archives/files/art/20070606.jpg">married</a> who also shared my love of video games. We had an X-Box, PS2 and a Wii before I left.)<br /><br />RANDOM #6: My husband has a ring-tone that plays the whole Harry Potter theme. Think I'm kidding? It started like 2 minutes ago and it's still playing.<br /><br />And now I TAG:<br /><br />1. <a href="http://jefftromphlin.blogspot.com/">Ryan</a><br />2. <a href="http://jackiesmaz.blogspot.com/">Taylor</a><br />3. <a href="http://theformer786.blogspot.com/">Joel</a><br />4. <a href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/">Kristina</a><br />5. <a href="http://mlhedengren.blogspot.com/">Mary</a><br />6. <a href="http://julieafechter.blogspot.com/">Julie</a><br /><br />I'll get back to my regular posting soonLobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-86693275053625265572008-08-23T12:16:00.000-07:002008-08-23T13:32:02.426-07:00NYC is a shameless flirtSo for all (one) of you who have commented on my lack of posts, I will explain: I'm in NYC. I'm on my friend's computer (it's weird) and she also uses Internet Explorer which I don't like (Yeah Firefox!), so I won't be linking my usual randomness. However, I <em>WILL </em>tell you all about the shameless flirt that is New York City. <br /><br />So first off, I'm here to audition for two things that aren't even in NY, but are having their auditions here and I'm also seeing a host of friends out here who are much more sucessful and/or daring than I. This city is a place I always imagined myself living, and the two or three times I have visited over the years left me with a deep longing and conviction that I was destined to live in Manhattan like an actor is destined to wait tables. But coming here now that I'm a little older and more married, I was like "meh, it's a big city with more arts, more theater, and more pretenciousness." But New York wouldn't have it. Let me tell you the ways New York City has teased me:<br /><br />-The weather here has been insanely perfect. It's not August in this city right now. I think they jumped to early October/late September.<br />-I have heard horror stories about the rats, mice, and cockroaches in this city-yet have I seen a <em>single</em> one? Not even in the tracks of the subway!<br />-It's pretty laid-back right now (for the city.) Most New Yorkers are getting in their vacation time right before the fall so lots of places aren't as crowded.<br />-One of my friends is letting me stay at her place while she is off with her family to see the Olympics (in China.) She lives in a nice studio apartment <em>right</em> next to Central Park on the Upper West Side. The neighborhood is a beautiful one with lots of cute familes taking walks down tree-lined streets.<br />-There are tons of natural food stores and restuarants that aren't ridiculously over-priced. I mean, everything is overpriced to a point in NY, but at home, the natural food choices are <em>way</em> more expensive in relation to other food choices-but here they're only slightly more expensive and sometimes even cheaper! (Note: For those who don't know, I have to stay on a pretty strict diet, so this is a very good thing)<br />-I was going to take a class at THE Broadway Dance Center, but a friend of mine recommended New Dance Group instead and boy, am I glad! No dance-diva teachers, no overcrowded classes with overcrowded egos and actual individual attention! It felt so good to dance again and not feel intimidated by all the "big-city dancer" stuff.<br />-This is the biggest shocker: I haven't met any mean New Yorkers. In fact, I've had some great experiences with the people here. A few days ago I was lost on the Subway (got on a train going the wrong direction) and one of the Subway musicians yells over to me (in a true NY accent) "Hey, sweetheart are you lost? Do you need to find the Upper West Side?" Then proceeded to tell me exactly what train I needed to take and where.<br /><br />WHAT IS GOING ON? <br /><br />Obviously New York is shamelessly flirting with me..."Seee? (bats eyelashes) there are no rats here! And everyone is always soooo nice and helpful-see how all the neighborhoods are safe and beautiful with consistently perfect weather? I'm suuure you'll be able to afford to live here where things don't get too crowded and you can always eat healthy!" <br /><br />Well, as long as NY is going to pander to me, I may as well enjoy it. I <em>did</em> get my bag of questionable character in Chinatown for $35 (though I'm still mad that I probably could have talked him down to 30.) It says it's a Coach bag. Let's not judge lest we be judged also-and bags can be <em>very</em> judgemental. <br /><br />Well, I'll head home Tusday night after being torridly wooed by the seductive New York City. Will it work? Maybe, but I imagine that once I leave, all the rats get some signal that it's OK to come out again.Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-5318184545307259372008-08-12T23:09:00.000-07:002008-08-12T23:56:21.283-07:00Light in the Piazza<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXW3jQQeUO_LqspS8Ywg2rlQZoi0cMtavuz6YQHd0RpC_uDgyw8sydB0D8TEgwMHMB6G6HcALgPWCxt7cXB1QSPIGYf_5GMTcccMQHH-0B3GbnUFuAs0kz6b0JfGlfAXdc7sESt-qMdA/s1600-h/florence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXW3jQQeUO_LqspS8Ywg2rlQZoi0cMtavuz6YQHd0RpC_uDgyw8sydB0D8TEgwMHMB6G6HcALgPWCxt7cXB1QSPIGYf_5GMTcccMQHH-0B3GbnUFuAs0kz6b0JfGlfAXdc7sESt-qMdA/s320/florence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233881468700039858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So I went to an audition again, mostly just to get back into the habit of it, and went out to SLC for a musical at the Pioneer Theater Company. I didn't know how it would go since I'm just getting back into the audition thing, and they don't exactly have a lovey-dovey rapport with BYU students. That's not to say that there's actual enmity, but things have never been <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/congenial"><span style="font-style: italic;">congenial</span></a>. But walking into that theater was wonderful. It was a <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> theater. Like the kind you find in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theater_in_Minnesota">Minnesota</a>. <br /><br />But anyway, if the picture and title of this post mean nothing to you-the musical is The Light in the Piazza and it takes place in Florence. <a href="http://www.mysteries-on-the-net.com/Jack_mystery2.JPG">Mystery solved</a>. Oh, and I got a call-back. <a href="http://www.handfeet.com/sabb/australia/north/4520dalywaterspython.JPG">EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!</a><br /><br />I was seriously so happy leaving I wanted to cry because it was just reassuring to know that I can still do a good job at an audition after being sick for sooooo long. It wasn't until I got home that I thought about how I didn't know the story or the music and my call-back was in <a href="http://www.oregonlive.com/news/index.ssf/2008/08/mount_tabor_skinny_dippers_get.html">16 hours</a>. <br />Luckily I found a synopsis so the sides they gave me to read will make sense. It's a beautiful bittersweet story and one I would love to be a part of, but hey! I'm just sooo happy I made it to call-backs that I'll be <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2266968690700300442&vt=lf&hl=en">singing romantically</a> to myself all week.<br /><br />I am just grateful for moments of grace like these.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-11434965878900354642008-08-06T14:46:00.000-07:002008-08-06T15:13:04.874-07:00Best Interview EverJust a quick word of advice.<br /><br />When you're interviewing for a children's story-teller position at the Public Library, and you're doing your sock-puppet routine, make sure you plan out your act in a little more detail so you don't accidentally say the following:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Sock Puppet Princess:</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">But Daddy! I want a pig! Did you know they don't even sweat! That's more than you can say for your courtesans-</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">NO!</span> I meant COURT! Court!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-326294943865348212008-08-02T00:37:00.000-07:002008-08-02T13:17:17.618-07:00Why We Don't Run Blenders With the Lid OffOK, in my defense, I didn't intentionally do this-I was trying to lift the blender out of the base and leaned on the temporary "blend" button....and....oh the <a href="http://comicsmedia.ign.com/comics/image/article/662/662679/carnage-20051029013736611-000.jpg">carnage</a>....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKSGY88RRn_WE2z0I_3C1TWYzrT-7ooir0OsYrMKPkiff7_eC0aET56Ic3epjMKlIIEkh1rfAcRVSugUx0nbNJsxoTAPk4Vi8oGmCDcCHmJ0EaJvlkhrDz93rwXxXNdQzl9ujD2Sdfkw/s1600-h/floor.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKSGY88RRn_WE2z0I_3C1TWYzrT-7ooir0OsYrMKPkiff7_eC0aET56Ic3epjMKlIIEkh1rfAcRVSugUx0nbNJsxoTAPk4Vi8oGmCDcCHmJ0EaJvlkhrDz93rwXxXNdQzl9ujD2Sdfkw/s200/floor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229822929812039330" border="0" /></a>Looks like something from a horror film huh?<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h9gu4tG9zXhauAqwuXUZNHYo9eTaUiGaNbr7d_l8_HxmnCdqg6dnS5PWGmODv8PBVjCrgViTeM_rKYuhthD2zS7bKvnmW91_UGtkwh5pUkMh5zRKBpuZRaodJ0fO0vCMbEcT4_4PbiA/s1600-h/counter.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h9gu4tG9zXhauAqwuXUZNHYo9eTaUiGaNbr7d_l8_HxmnCdqg6dnS5PWGmODv8PBVjCrgViTeM_rKYuhthD2zS7bKvnmW91_UGtkwh5pUkMh5zRKBpuZRaodJ0fO0vCMbEcT4_4PbiA/s200/counter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229823320283882834" border="0" /></a>The Hello Kitty Toaster makes it a little less menacing here...or is it <span style="font-style: italic;">more?<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnE-WohMdtBZ2mGVIWzq9WINcp8FlvXIDsKwzZ9_oAkW6xebmUFHLKHkC01eERJB1n5eJm2TOQFhyphenhyphenWqGAgHqEG4yrT4P3FpfNUgsQSWMGTuL3WMZ5hbrEVrmR6hlQXVe1-eu1TfPD1qA/s1600-h/poor+Pookum.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnE-WohMdtBZ2mGVIWzq9WINcp8FlvXIDsKwzZ9_oAkW6xebmUFHLKHkC01eERJB1n5eJm2TOQFhyphenhyphenWqGAgHqEG4yrT4P3FpfNUgsQSWMGTuL3WMZ5hbrEVrmR6hlQXVe1-eu1TfPD1qA/s200/poor+Pookum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229823788502855458" border="0" /></a>We threw the shirt away, though I probably should have sold it to a modern art museum.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">There was a pic of me holding a butcher's knife like I just got stabbed, but it was a little less flattering (if you can believe it) than the last one. But I think you get the idea.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, and when I made toast after this it it smelled like grape juice.<br /></div></div></div></div>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-4063975747451430972008-07-27T19:39:00.000-07:002008-07-27T22:46:26.708-07:00Happy, Cheap ThingsSo I am <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/100693717_5705122d56.jpg?v=0">a lover</a> of good deals and get a thrill out of finding something awesome that's way cheap. I seriously will sound like a door-to-door salesman when I find a great product for cheap, because I want <span style="font-style: italic;">everyone</span> to be able to enjoy it. So, I thought it would just be much easier if I listed <a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1336/1176271610_8cdb4fc1b0.jpg">some of my favorite things</a> so everyone here can enjoy them! YEAH!!<br /><br />1. <a href="http://www.eyeslipsface.com/default.asp">ELF Cosmetics</a>: I could go on forever about this company! Everything here is $1 with the exception of the mineral make-up, which is $3-5 per product. There are on-line reviews for all the products so you can see what others think of them too. Most of my make-up now comes from them. OH! And I know an awesome coupon code! When you order, type in "Carolina" in the coupon area and you'll get half-off up to $15! <a href="http://static.flickr.com/80/246304911_01e2d85720.jpg">Crazy</a>, huh? <br /><br />2. <a href="http://www.expressionsdancecenter.com/">Expression Dance Center</a> So I was looking for dance classes around the area, and this is by far the best deal I have found yet. Adult dance classes are $5 each if you buy a 10-class card (for $50.) They have hip-hop, ballet, jazz, modern, and a ballroom date-night <a href="http://web.mac.com/sligting6/harvestacademy/Blog/Blog_files/Arnolfini%20Portrait.jpg">for couples</a>.<br /><br />3. Free food! Finally one the men can enjoy too! Basically the hubby and I decided to try and get as much free food for our birthday as we could by signing up for as many different restaurants' Emailing lists as possible. The following will give you a free meal (or entree) the month of your birthday:<br /><a href="http://www.tucanos.com/club_tucanos.html">Tucanos</a><br /><a href="http://apps.fishbowl.com/a/redrobin/eclub/agegate.aspx">Red Robin</a><br /><a href="http://www.fishbowl.com/clt/ndls/lp/join/join.asp">Noodles</a> (they will also give you a free bowl right away just for signing up!)<br /><br />A lot of other restaurants will give you discounts, buy one-get-one deals or free appetizer/dessert things. Some of those include <a href="http://www.happysumosushi.com/vip.html">Happy Sumo</a>, <a href="http://villageinn.prm1.net/e/signup/index.php?&InputSource=_BWS">Village Inn</a><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>, and <a href="http://www.fishbowl.com/clt/fzl/lp/join/join.asp">Fazoli's</a>.<br /><br />4. <a href="http://www.divinecomedy.net/?p=bios">ME!</a> What's this? How can <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> be cheap? Well, let me tell you that just 6 days after reading <a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/07/20/104-unpaid-internships/">this</a>, ironically enough, I am indeed doing a week-long, unpaid internship for an entertainment company. A network needed some interns to cast for a reality TV-show that they're having auditions for in Salt Lake. I know some of you may be thinking "is it worth it to drive up to SLC every day?" Well obviously you don't know what kind of show this is and the good it will do. I will be helping an ailing rock star find <a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080311/princess-bride_l.jpg">true love</a>! We will be seeking out potential <a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/05/11/article-0-01A89716000004B0-95_468x374_popup.jpg">soul-mates</a> who are interested in a relationship based on respect and understanding! The fact that there happen to be cameras everywhere has NOTHING to do with it! Sometimes a price must be paid to find your one-and-only!<br /><br />So there are my closing thoughts for the week. I have some awesome future posts coming up that include such subjects as:<br />-Running a blender full of grape juice with the lid off is BAD (pics included)<br />-My infamous Paris romance<br />-How to keep the attention of 3-year olds (AKA Sunbeams)<br />and<br />-The inverse relationship in Mormon "films" between a woman's virtue and her bra size.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /></span></span>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-81840603178049251972008-07-23T20:10:00.000-07:002008-07-23T22:55:25.302-07:00The Dark Knight....?<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZOuywarLCfyKa4kApm814T_Y52oxvNR2wjmOn9RNMudCv-FArLu28URObNTzQbtO5DAF9LrAqKlitNT-I9_HnmLJ_FneUqijFMyF6ZX2dhodvFn63eI8yKke0XaqQR30tTqzeCIwAe4/s1600-h/batman_puppy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZOuywarLCfyKa4kApm814T_Y52oxvNR2wjmOn9RNMudCv-FArLu28URObNTzQbtO5DAF9LrAqKlitNT-I9_HnmLJ_FneUqijFMyF6ZX2dhodvFn63eI8yKke0XaqQR30tTqzeCIwAe4/s200/batman_puppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226454832565467634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OK I'm totally gonna get lambasted for this one.<br /></div><br />I wanted to like The <a href="http://images.epilogue.net/users/jae/DarkKnight.jpg">Dark Knight</a>. Wait, that's not true-I wanted to <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">love</span></span> the The Dark Knight. I wanted it to wash over me like a hungry lover and leave me <a href="http://www.futureofthebook.org/sivavaidhyanathan/archives/tube_sox.jpg">ravished</a> in the wake of its awesomeness, and I'm not removing the metaphor, because like I said, I <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> wanted to love this film.<br /><br /><br />So today was the hubby's birthday, and that marks a significant event-one month until <a href="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n318/Maryly77/funny/birthday.jpg">mine</a>. I had a great day planned for him that was going to be a surprise, but OOPS, "someone" left the computer open to the websites that showed orders for both a massage and tickets to The <a href="http://www.geneva.edu/%7Edksmith/gurney/dark_night_300.jpg">Dark Knight</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span>The element of surprise gone, at least we could talk about when he should come home from work.<br /><br /><a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r309/marosi_photos/thats_soooooooo_true_X--large-msg-1.jpg">Soooooooooooooooooo</a> on to the topic of this post: I didn't like it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That was to pause for the shock and horror most of you feel right now. I have to say that I agree with my mom on this one-it was too disturbing and violent for me to enjoy. Was the disturbance and violence well-done and <a href="http://gullyborg.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/23/wolfinsheepsclothing.jpg">believable</a>? Oh yes. So much in fact, that it prevented me from enjoying anything else. I left the theater with a disturbed feeling in addition to a headache that must be from all the <a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mba/lowres/mban1449l.jpg">adrenaline</a> that finally settled down.<br /><br />The thing is, I felt like they spent so much time on the disturbing and violent elements that anything else was uber-short, possibly boring, and/or just <a href="http://www.cnn.com/books/news/9907/14/worst.writing/story.bad.writing.gif">poorly written</a>. Anytime a civilian spoke you thought "no wonder Gotham's in such trouble-everyone here is an idiot who speaks bad dialogue!" It actually made you excited for the next <a href="http://blueroof.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/tantrum.jpg">explosion</a>/chase scene so you wouldn't have to listen to them anymore.<br /><br />Of course Ledger was amazing, but it made me all the more disturbed knowing that this was his last complete performance. As an <a href="http://www.raymond-nh.com/photos/actor.gif">actor</a>, as much as you know it's not real, you still carry the spirit of what you're doing with you. Not that I think that means actors should only play <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/143/321803056_2ded0d2cf6_o.jpg">happy</a> roles, but it's just unfortunate that Ledger ended on this one.<br /><br />Anyway, though I didn't <span style="font-style: italic;">like</span> this movie, I certainly didn't <span style="font-style: italic;">hate</span> it. The actors are amazing and the eighty-three fight/chase scenes are adrenaline-inducing. I think it was a tad long and plot-<a href="http://www.allseasonmotorsports.ca/RentalAdventures/images/Humour/jLY1607/squished.jpg">squished</a> at the end, but Christian Bale is quite delicious on-screen and Aaron Eckhart and I had the same <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0374378/">acting teacher</a> at BYU. Go Cougars!Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816002755547785905.post-70260598811532436262008-07-16T21:40:00.000-07:002008-07-17T17:29:30.959-07:00TERRORWow. I'm feelin it....terror<a href="http://www.kantor.com/blog/beachterror.jpg">.....</a><br /><br />So I went to auditions for <a href="http://www.akrondesign.com/teaser/Aida/small/Aida.jpg">AIDA</a> at the Hale last night. I will be unable to play the title role of Aida because apparently being black on the inside doesn't count. Additionally the only white-girl part is for a <a href="http://www.womenonscreen.com/images/angela-bassett-as-tina-turner.jpg">rock-belter</a> which is not my strongest suite. HA! Strongest suite! Get it Aida fans?<br /><br />However, they <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> call me back for dancer/chorus. Now in some shows chorus sucks. <a href="http://k43.pbase.com/o5/65/76265/1/68041492.pWeiwYP1.IMG_3359_1windmills.jpg">Man of La Moncha</a> comes to mind; but Aida would be way fun because there's lots of dancing for the womens, and fun costumes, etc. whether you're an Egyptian, or a Caucasian Nubian that <span style="font-style: italic;">looks</span> ethnic since there's a shortage on <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> ethnic in the Valley.<br /><br />But here's where the terror comes in...<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/__Q32XXC5Udk/Ru2eIfDkI_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Me3EG4Fzbzc/billy%27s+bali+pics+108.jpg">the dancing</a>. Don't get me wrong, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">love</span> to dance, but the thing is I've had mono, gone on a mission and had chronic fatigue for so long that I haven't been able to <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span>dance (except with Dana in a few <a href="http://www.divinecomedy.net/?p=videos2007">Divine Comedy skits</a>) in about 5 years. 5 YEARS! People have plural childs in that amount of time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gEXD0zytAEedILKSeSRpfGoEO0OAT_j0Ui53mnuIraT9IAmAHX79HrC0jcSHMa2OraTc73f4P4vGe7xTAPPQWNxyWDdHTAQDmaF9ZgB0K8QbGDjTOxBCbkO5F0DP_f5Sb0k4yooycF8/s1600-h/scary+kid.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gEXD0zytAEedILKSeSRpfGoEO0OAT_j0Ui53mnuIraT9IAmAHX79HrC0jcSHMa2OraTc73f4P4vGe7xTAPPQWNxyWDdHTAQDmaF9ZgB0K8QbGDjTOxBCbkO5F0DP_f5Sb0k4yooycF8/s200/scary+kid.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224128398037550050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAY6MpNQOIBj_l7vF9KkRQStxnqzZ3n3LOBG1OUzpwe-ypFQWjfFmCzjy941EyTmIUxLUx4kMQgbCBE-3sjFXUpUwz-jiO8NwRhRlhFfXGFByblD45nPRkym-l9kKIPthGOe97g9sgHRs/s1600-h/scary+kid.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAY6MpNQOIBj_l7vF9KkRQStxnqzZ3n3LOBG1OUzpwe-ypFQWjfFmCzjy941EyTmIUxLUx4kMQgbCBE-3sjFXUpUwz-jiO8NwRhRlhFfXGFByblD45nPRkym-l9kKIPthGOe97g9sgHRs/s200/scary+kid.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224131903072893826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2DKraCepN34PkkIcCYj1WBU5DotOR4KP4do4mAPLhTTktB4w1Nw9BTGXATmHVe82l0doYXsqENvbRxzq38E3cpW87Zva0eYKvypGOADwCiGe1-sSltR0m3iga47JdObxn8EeJKSEQK8/s1600-h/scary+kid.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2DKraCepN34PkkIcCYj1WBU5DotOR4KP4do4mAPLhTTktB4w1Nw9BTGXATmHVe82l0doYXsqENvbRxzq38E3cpW87Zva0eYKvypGOADwCiGe1-sSltR0m3iga47JdObxn8EeJKSEQK8/s200/scary+kid.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224132417638554946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So my fear comes from not only these scary children watching what I type, but that I used to be really good-well, not like I could audition for <a href="http://www.ddoagency.com/client_pictures/BlakeSYTYCD.jpg">SYTYCD</a>, but I worked a <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.starportfoods.com/CrabRangoonPltB.jpg">ton</a> to be at least competent in an audition. Going to this audition and seeing how much I've lost is what really terrifies me. To think I worked for nothing. I almost never turn away from a challenge (even if just to say that I didn't), but I really don't know if I can handle this one.<br /><br />Basically, I <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> performing, but having my<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFfq6J-rKns&feature=related"> inability to do so</a> reaffirmed in front of others might be more that I can handle <span style="font-style: italic;">because</span> I love it so much. Right now, writing this is the only thing between me and a flood of saltwatery emotion. I hate to say it, but I might give up on this one and not go because I know if my fears are confirmed, which is 99% likely since I won't just re-gain my <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1260975682653197606&q=20+minutes&ei=ed9_SKbjDpTcqgOLldWUDQ&hl=en">skills in like 20 minutes</a>, I might lose it then and there without a blog to hide behind. But wait! Of course!! I can go and just bring my laptop along!!! That's not weird at all!!!!<br /><br />Well, obviously problem solved. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some mascara to run.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ddoagency.com/client_pictures/BlakeSYTYCD.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /></div></div>Lobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07921291768879322592noreply@blogger.com4