Well, I am off the Street now, but I don't have time to write about it at the moment because it's the most busiest 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. Moving on...
Right now I'm finishing up our first Christmas letter 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
801-473-5695
4567 Terrian Rd.
Harborville, SO 46654
And seriously, who lives in Harborville, SO anymore?
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Friday, December 11, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Life on the Street
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.
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.
So here's some basic facts about my job:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 shouldn't post.
And now for something totally unrelated and totally brilliant:
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.
So here's some basic facts about my job:
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 shouldn't post.
And now for something totally unrelated and totally brilliant:
Friday, August 21, 2009
Today I Did Not....
So inspired by several of my friend Lindsi's posts, I will make a list of things I absolutely, totally DID NOT do today:
1. I did not stay on the verge of tears while trying to learn one 16-count section of dance for almost an hour.
2. I did not eat a huge Angus burger that my stomach would still be trying to digest.
3. I did not comb my hair and inwardly gasp at the amount of dan-err, dead skin on my scalp.
4. I did not lose my black sports bra.
5. I did not get lost three times going back and forth from the co-op that is 5 blocks from our hotel.
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.
So wow, look at all the things I totally did NOT do! Aren't I a perfect example of self-restraint?
1. I did not stay on the verge of tears while trying to learn one 16-count section of dance for almost an hour.
2. I did not eat a huge Angus burger that my stomach would still be trying to digest.
3. I did not comb my hair and inwardly gasp at the amount of dan-err, dead skin on my scalp.
4. I did not lose my black sports bra.
5. I did not get lost three times going back and forth from the co-op that is 5 blocks from our hotel.
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.
So wow, look at all the things I totally did NOT do! Aren't I a perfect example of self-restraint?
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sesame 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.....
I will be on tour for 2-4 months!!
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 http://sesamestreetlive.com/tickets-0?tid[]=55
I'll be in the show until at least early November. WEEEEE!
OK, seriously time to pack.
I will be on tour for 2-4 months!!
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 http://sesamestreetlive.com/tickets-0?tid[]=55
I'll be in the show until at least early November. WEEEEE!
OK, seriously time to pack.
Friday, April 10, 2009
How to curb the appetite
Are you ever tempted by food you know 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.......
http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/
....or make it worse, either way, it's pretty entertaining.
(Thanks to Joel for recommending the site)
Oh, and we're moving to Minnesota in less than 3 weeks. I think I'll start blogging again when I get there....
http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/
....or make it worse, either way, it's pretty entertaining.
(Thanks to Joel for recommending the site)
Oh, and we're moving to Minnesota in less than 3 weeks. I think I'll start blogging again when I get there....
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Gender of my Cutlery
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 Facebook with on a weekly basis anyway, but...umm...Hey look! A post!:
OK so there are certain things that are male and female. I am female. My husband is male. We know this because I am reminded of my gender every month while my husband has no such reminders-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 leg, therefore she is NOT male, and is, by process of elimination-female. I have yet to find a neuter dog-maybe in Germany.
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 child. 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 777 is definitely male and a masochist because he's overcompensating for 77's lack of excessive masculinity. That's just the way it is.
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-@$$ male, but other times I think they're a sophisticated, sleek female that could run Wall-Street. And as far as sporks... they're just confused.
OK so there are certain things that are male and female. I am female. My husband is male. We know this because I am reminded of my gender every month while my husband has no such reminders-therefore he is male. Moving on to a little more advanced analysis-my family's dog is female. We know this because she never humps anyone's leg, therefore she is NOT male, and is, by process of elimination-female. I have yet to find a neuter dog-maybe in Germany.
Now we move into the abstract. Even numbers are female and odd numbers are male. This isn't a recent analysis. I've always know this since I was a child. Perhaps it was some subtle comment in my mind on male and female anatomy, but I've always known that evens are girls. OK, 7 is slightly effeminate, I'll give you that, and 77 might be female. Maybe had a gender change, I don't know, but 777 is definitely male and a masochist because he's overcompensating for 77's lack of excessive masculinity. That's just the way it is.
Now onto the non-living physical realm-my cutlery. I am torn. Spoons are definitely female and knives are definitely male, but forks? I can't make up my mind. Sometimes I think they're a spunky punk-@$$ male, but other times I think they're a sophisticated, sleek female that could run Wall-Street. And as far as sporks... they're just confused.
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