Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer.
This week has been one that looked busy on paper (as far as work goes), but has't been all that bad in execution. We have a meeting this weekend, so there has been alot of prep for that. I have an interview with my boss(es) to discuss a promotion possibility tomorrow and I'm really torn. With my plan to move at the end of the summer in progress, I don't know what to do. The move sin't 100% certain at this point, and I don't want to mess up what I have now but I don't know if I should bring this up with the bosses.
I filled in as a temp stage manager last night for a production at the Playhouse and it was quite enjoyable - it also reminded me of how long it has been since I've actually been a stage manager. I'm surprised I could handle all of the technical jargon, like "staging" and "prompt book." Ha! I did have a good time, though, and I ran in to Craig. I had forgot to tell him I'd be in his neck of the woods and he was slightly surprised to see me putting away props. You'd think that after seeing me put away props on almost a daily basis for three years, he'd be desensitize.
Dennetta and I had our Project Runway date last Friday. I decided to make the drive home-home after that because I had no idea what time I needed to be at my sister's the following day. There are elements of going back home that I hate, but there are also elements I enjoy. I haven't officially lived in Afton for close to six years and it doesn't seem like the same place to me anymore. I guess that's part of growing and moving on.
I was killing time before going to my sister's and was flipping through channels on the TV while simultaneously trying to be interested in what my Mom was attempting to discuss. I stopped on E!, where they were talking about Drew Barrymore. The following conversation then took place:
Mom: You know, I like Drew Barrymore. She always seems so happy. You should try to be like that.
Me: If you had supported my coke and booze habit when I was 8, things might have worked out differently.
Mom:...
Under normal circumstances, I would have taken the silent response as a sign of my mom being slightly pissed at my smart-ass comment but I honestly think she was trying to remember if I did in fact have a nasty drug habit in 2nd Grade. Everything went back to normal a few seconds later when she realized I didn't hit the bottle or the crack until 6th Grade. Learning the 50 States Song was very hard work, guys.
The babysitting didn't start until 8:00, so it wasn't too long of a night. Ashly had gone to a movie with a friend and got home around 9:00. Brodie and I did some coloring until Ashly got home and then they both got ready for bed. My brother-in-law had been watching the latest Jessica Alba epic when he and my sister left, and my nephew seemed pretty insistent on watching it after he was in his pajamas. Instead of getting in to a debate of cinematic quality with a 4 year old, I put it in. Within 10 minutes, the kid was sound asleep. My newest theory? Jessica Alba is chloroform in a human body. Both kids were asleep by 10:30-ish so I started watching Saturday Night Live. beatboxrawk called and I talked to him until Kerry and Wade got home. I opted to stay there for the night instead of driving the 15 minutes to Mom's (it was about 2:00AM at that point). The next morning, I stopped at Mom's on my way back to Des Moines. She made me breakfast (Awww!, right?) and then I came back here so I could get some work done.
I've had a string of strange phone calls lately. I should clarify that by "string," I mean two. My phone was beeping when I woke up Friday morning and I saw that someone had called at 2:45AM. They didn't leave a message and when I tried to call back the number, I got a recording that the call had been placed through some prepaid service. I'm basically 100% positive it was a wrong number situation, but I decided to entertain myself by creating a When a Stranger Calls scenario since my babysitting gig was around the corner. I don't usually condone the kidnapping of my niece and nephew, but I would have appreciated being spared the trip.
The second bizzare call came a couple days ago. I answer the phone and am greeted by a recording asking me if I wished to speak with Michael J. Fox - and if I do, I need to press 1. I enthusiastically press 1 as I have much to discuss with Michael J. Fox, but instead get a recording...that is NOT Michael J. Fox at all! This recording tells me I need to buy Spin City on DVD (Ok?), wear my Family Ties t-shirts (??), and speak in a Canadian accent (as if I don't already!). I think there was something about Parkinson's Disease at the end, but I was laughing too hard to catch it. After the recorded message, you were instructed to push 3 if you didn't want to get similar calls in the future. I reluctantly hit 3 but immediately regretted it. What if Tina Yothers tries to call?!
Since I was being a temporary theatre artist last night, I missed the Grammy action. After reading a couple articles about the event, it seemed like a pretty lackluster affair. Madonna and the Gorillaz opened the show, and you can check out that performance here if you missed it. My thoughts? Not anything outstanding but it could have been worse. Last year's opening was a mash-up of the year's most annoying songs performed by some of the most annoying artists out there so it wasn't easy to surpass. The only live performance I am REALLY looking forward to in the coming months is the song "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" being performed at the Oscars...because it is a song called "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" being performed at the Oscars. I'm easily amused like that. But back to the topic at hand. As far as the Grammy's themselves, I was pretty disappointed with who they went to. Kelly Clarkson beating out Fiona Apple? I guess karoke really has become an institution after all. I've been known to "rock the mic" so now all I need is to find some middle-aged Swedish guy to write songs about my ex- boyfriend and I'll be set. I am pleased that the White Stripes won, though. It made me feel better about New Order and Fiona, even if they beat out Beck.
If you want to hear someone truly spectacular sing the song "Since U Been Gone," I suggest you click here. I won't tell you who it is, but you will be delighted. Hont: It is NOT Kelly Clarkson! See? Better already!
I had so much more to write, but I don't think anyone really wants to hear my thoughts on the following topics: this week's episodes of Scrubs, Valentines Day and my response to this post.
I filled in as a temp stage manager last night for a production at the Playhouse and it was quite enjoyable - it also reminded me of how long it has been since I've actually been a stage manager. I'm surprised I could handle all of the technical jargon, like "staging" and "prompt book." Ha! I did have a good time, though, and I ran in to Craig. I had forgot to tell him I'd be in his neck of the woods and he was slightly surprised to see me putting away props. You'd think that after seeing me put away props on almost a daily basis for three years, he'd be desensitize.
Dennetta and I had our Project Runway date last Friday. I decided to make the drive home-home after that because I had no idea what time I needed to be at my sister's the following day. There are elements of going back home that I hate, but there are also elements I enjoy. I haven't officially lived in Afton for close to six years and it doesn't seem like the same place to me anymore. I guess that's part of growing and moving on.
I was killing time before going to my sister's and was flipping through channels on the TV while simultaneously trying to be interested in what my Mom was attempting to discuss. I stopped on E!, where they were talking about Drew Barrymore. The following conversation then took place:
Mom: You know, I like Drew Barrymore. She always seems so happy. You should try to be like that.
Me: If you had supported my coke and booze habit when I was 8, things might have worked out differently.
Mom:...
Under normal circumstances, I would have taken the silent response as a sign of my mom being slightly pissed at my smart-ass comment but I honestly think she was trying to remember if I did in fact have a nasty drug habit in 2nd Grade. Everything went back to normal a few seconds later when she realized I didn't hit the bottle or the crack until 6th Grade. Learning the 50 States Song was very hard work, guys.
The babysitting didn't start until 8:00, so it wasn't too long of a night. Ashly had gone to a movie with a friend and got home around 9:00. Brodie and I did some coloring until Ashly got home and then they both got ready for bed. My brother-in-law had been watching the latest Jessica Alba epic when he and my sister left, and my nephew seemed pretty insistent on watching it after he was in his pajamas. Instead of getting in to a debate of cinematic quality with a 4 year old, I put it in. Within 10 minutes, the kid was sound asleep. My newest theory? Jessica Alba is chloroform in a human body. Both kids were asleep by 10:30-ish so I started watching Saturday Night Live. beatboxrawk called and I talked to him until Kerry and Wade got home. I opted to stay there for the night instead of driving the 15 minutes to Mom's (it was about 2:00AM at that point). The next morning, I stopped at Mom's on my way back to Des Moines. She made me breakfast (Awww!, right?) and then I came back here so I could get some work done.
I've had a string of strange phone calls lately. I should clarify that by "string," I mean two. My phone was beeping when I woke up Friday morning and I saw that someone had called at 2:45AM. They didn't leave a message and when I tried to call back the number, I got a recording that the call had been placed through some prepaid service. I'm basically 100% positive it was a wrong number situation, but I decided to entertain myself by creating a When a Stranger Calls scenario since my babysitting gig was around the corner. I don't usually condone the kidnapping of my niece and nephew, but I would have appreciated being spared the trip.
The second bizzare call came a couple days ago. I answer the phone and am greeted by a recording asking me if I wished to speak with Michael J. Fox - and if I do, I need to press 1. I enthusiastically press 1 as I have much to discuss with Michael J. Fox, but instead get a recording...that is NOT Michael J. Fox at all! This recording tells me I need to buy Spin City on DVD (Ok?), wear my Family Ties t-shirts (??), and speak in a Canadian accent (as if I don't already!). I think there was something about Parkinson's Disease at the end, but I was laughing too hard to catch it. After the recorded message, you were instructed to push 3 if you didn't want to get similar calls in the future. I reluctantly hit 3 but immediately regretted it. What if Tina Yothers tries to call?!
Since I was being a temporary theatre artist last night, I missed the Grammy action. After reading a couple articles about the event, it seemed like a pretty lackluster affair. Madonna and the Gorillaz opened the show, and you can check out that performance here if you missed it. My thoughts? Not anything outstanding but it could have been worse. Last year's opening was a mash-up of the year's most annoying songs performed by some of the most annoying artists out there so it wasn't easy to surpass. The only live performance I am REALLY looking forward to in the coming months is the song "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" being performed at the Oscars...because it is a song called "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" being performed at the Oscars. I'm easily amused like that. But back to the topic at hand. As far as the Grammy's themselves, I was pretty disappointed with who they went to. Kelly Clarkson beating out Fiona Apple? I guess karoke really has become an institution after all. I've been known to "rock the mic" so now all I need is to find some middle-aged Swedish guy to write songs about my ex- boyfriend and I'll be set. I am pleased that the White Stripes won, though. It made me feel better about New Order and Fiona, even if they beat out Beck.
If you want to hear someone truly spectacular sing the song "Since U Been Gone," I suggest you click here. I won't tell you who it is, but you will be delighted. Hont: It is NOT Kelly Clarkson! See? Better already!
I had so much more to write, but I don't think anyone really wants to hear my thoughts on the following topics: this week's episodes of Scrubs, Valentines Day and my response to this post.