Yes, I am OCD, a little, but aren't most people? (hey, a girl can dream ... and justify, right?) And yes, I am an English Major, which means that sometimes I get really annoyed or frustrated or just bugged by grammatical errors. Now, I don't mean to say that I go around correcting any one's grammar. Cause I don't. Speaking is a different kind of art all together. But if you are writing something down, something that a lot of people are going to see, like say, a billboard, you might want to have someone, a native English speaker perhaps, look it over for you first before you go advertising your lack of English skills to the world. Or at least the neighborhood at large. Maybe even the city.
So, what sparked this (mini, and not very mean) rant? Well, there's a lovely little church on the corner of a fairly busy road and the street I turn onto to get to my house. This intersection is right after the freeway exits onto the busy road. So there is a lot of traffic passing this church. This church, like many Christian churches has a sign out in front that they change about once a month to tell the community about choir concerts or events in the church, but for the most part the pastor puts punny little messages on it, that I will admit make me smile every time I pass the church on my way home. I enjoy a good pun. Perhaps it is because I enjoy this church and its sign so much that I have been so bothered by the recent message. Now remember I told you that the sign changes about once a month. Well, this particular sign has been there since November. Which is another reason why it has bothered me. I'm not really, really annoyed on the off chance that something sad and tragic has happened to the pastor resulting in the grammatically incorrect sign remaining on the side of the road for so long. I don't know, I don't go to this particular Christian church. And I wouldn't have minded it being up so long quite so much had it been one of their regular, delightfully bad puns on a Christian theme. But it says this: "Quit griping about your church. If it was perfect you can't belong."
Luckily for me, because of play practice, I don't go home that way much any more. But I'm really hoping that the next time I do, they are back on their regularly scheduled punny, grammatically correct, religiously themed sign that will make me smile.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Tagged Again
Rules:
1.You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Middle Name: Jayne
I have never been called for Jury Duty. In fact, I've never received a voter registration card, despite many promises. I typed up an amendment to Utah Law for my work at a law firm. It was for Municipal Building Authorities, so nothing anyone else cares about. I'm a little bit of a yes-man. I find it hard to tell people no. This is why I just hang up on telemarketers. I have never sworn in anger. It used to be that I had never sworn knowingly, but now I have incorporated some of the lower-end, less offensive swear words into my sense of humor. Also I had to swear on stage in high school, so that killed the unknowing aspect. I would one day like to know everything, but I'm pretty sure I'll have to be dead a long time before this happens.
1. Do you like cheese? Yes. In fact one of my strange life goals is to be a cheese connoisseur.
2. Have you ever been arrested? Nope
3. Have you ever shot a gun? No.
4. Your favorite song? Well, I don't have just one, but at the current moment, I love Blue October's "Into the Ocean" because I can listen to it any time and it relates to whatever mood I'm in and always makes me feel good.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes. I also get nervous during the appointment because I don't want to lie, but I always feel better when I actually make it too the doctor's office and I don't want them to think I'm a hypochondriac, but I also want them to fix whatever's wrong.
6. What do you think of when you eat hot dogs? "Try not to think of what's inside this hot dog. Try not to think about what's inside this hot dog. ..."
7. What's your favorite Christmas song? O Holy Night, but I hate it when it's done badly.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Orange Juice. It's the best of the morning drinks.
9. Can you do push ups? I used to do 50 in dance class, but I had to do them on my knees or against the wall. My legs are much stronger than my arms.
10. Is your bathroom clean? Yes, but it's residual cleanness from Monday when I cleaned it last. I haven't had time to clean since then.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My pearl necklace my friend gave me.
12. Favorite Hobby? acting? maybe. Reading, sewing, watching movies, reading blogs.
13. What are you listening to right now? the blowing of what I can only hope is the heater and not the air conditioner. But it might be the later. Brrrr.
14. What is the last thing you ate? a Bacon Swiss Burger, and I'm trying to get the taste out of my mouth. Don't want bad breath you know.
15. What one trait do you hate about yourself? My almost complete lack of assertiveness.
16. Middle Name? Jayne
17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? I'm glad I look busy typing all this. I'm so cold. I wish I could leave early.
18. Name the last 3 things you have bought. Rubber duckies (for Primary), toothbrushes (for Relief Society) and shampoo (to keep my hair blond).
19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink. Water, milk, hot chocolate.
20. Current worry right now? What is going to happen to my hair when I go platinum blond? I hope it doesn't ruin the current healthy state of my hair that took 23 years to achieve.
21. Current hate? driving to Utah County for work. I'm not the runner any more people!!
22. Favorite place to be? In the Redwoods. It's my happy place.
23. How did you bring in the New Year? I chilled and watched movies at my house. I was burnt out.
24. What is your quirkiest habit? Correcting people when they sing the wrong song lyrics. For some reason, that really bothers me.
25. Name three people who will complete this and return? how about 3 people who have already done this? Tea, Morgan, and Erin.
26. How many siblings do you have? 2 sisters, 1 brother
27. Do you own slippers? Yes, 2 pairs, one is microwavable.
28. What shirt are you wearing? I'm currently wearing 3 shirts (yes I'm still cold): a dress shirt with blue, green and brown stripes; over that, a long sleeve blue ribbed shirt; and over that, a brown suit jacket with tan and grey pin stripes.
29. What shampoo do you use? since my recent purchase, it's Pantene Pro-V for blonds.
30. Favorite colors? all of them that look good on me.
31. Would you like to be a pirate? No.
32. What songs do you sing in the shower? I don't really. I just enjoy the hot water. If I do, it's whatever song is stuck in my head.
33.Favorite female name? I think Tara's okay. Classic, but not overused.
34. Favorite male name? These have always been harder for me to pick.
35. What's in your pockets right now? I don't have pockets. *sniff sniff*
36. Last thing that made you laugh? my horrible singing during voice overs for rehearsal on Saturday. It was truly awful.
37. Best bed sheets as a child? The red flannel ones. We always fought over those. You had to be first in line after laundry day to stay toasty warm in the winter.
38. Worst injury you've ever had? Tearing my rotator cuff in my right shoulder doing maid work at Mack's Inn one summer. I still have pain and unpleasant effects from that one.
39. When's your birthday? July 11th
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 1.
41. Who is your loudest friend? Morgan
42. There is no 42. That's lame. How about a question anyway. What is your favorite body of water? Hmm. Good question. I'm going to have to say . . . the Mediterranean Sea.
43. Does someone have a crush on you? Yes. His name is Parker and he's 6. He plays young Cosmo Brown in the play. I know this because a) his dad (R.F. Simpson) told me, and b) he tied me up backstage to keep me from going on. Think about it . . . remember he's 6 . . .
44. Do you wish on shooting stars? Never have. I'm not a good wisher.
45.What is your favorite book ? Oh, so many. To Kill a Mockingbird. Gone with the Wind. Mama Day. A Return to Modesty. The Chosen.
46.What is your favorite age? Any one that isn't a prime number over 17.
47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? I didn't care, we don't really have "a song", however I did play awesome 80's tunes and that rocked.
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I don't care. It's hopefully going to be really simple.
49. What were you doing at 12 am this morning? sleeping.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Why am I so tired?
As far as tagging: I think all 5 people who read this blog have already do this. So let's let this blogging virus end right here.
1.You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
Middle Name: Jayne
I have never been called for Jury Duty. In fact, I've never received a voter registration card, despite many promises. I typed up an amendment to Utah Law for my work at a law firm. It was for Municipal Building Authorities, so nothing anyone else cares about. I'm a little bit of a yes-man. I find it hard to tell people no. This is why I just hang up on telemarketers. I have never sworn in anger. It used to be that I had never sworn knowingly, but now I have incorporated some of the lower-end, less offensive swear words into my sense of humor. Also I had to swear on stage in high school, so that killed the unknowing aspect. I would one day like to know everything, but I'm pretty sure I'll have to be dead a long time before this happens.
1. Do you like cheese? Yes. In fact one of my strange life goals is to be a cheese connoisseur.
2. Have you ever been arrested? Nope
3. Have you ever shot a gun? No.
4. Your favorite song? Well, I don't have just one, but at the current moment, I love Blue October's "Into the Ocean" because I can listen to it any time and it relates to whatever mood I'm in and always makes me feel good.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes. I also get nervous during the appointment because I don't want to lie, but I always feel better when I actually make it too the doctor's office and I don't want them to think I'm a hypochondriac, but I also want them to fix whatever's wrong.
6. What do you think of when you eat hot dogs? "Try not to think of what's inside this hot dog. Try not to think about what's inside this hot dog. ..."
7. What's your favorite Christmas song? O Holy Night, but I hate it when it's done badly.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Orange Juice. It's the best of the morning drinks.
9. Can you do push ups? I used to do 50 in dance class, but I had to do them on my knees or against the wall. My legs are much stronger than my arms.
10. Is your bathroom clean? Yes, but it's residual cleanness from Monday when I cleaned it last. I haven't had time to clean since then.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My pearl necklace my friend gave me.
12. Favorite Hobby? acting? maybe. Reading, sewing, watching movies, reading blogs.
13. What are you listening to right now? the blowing of what I can only hope is the heater and not the air conditioner. But it might be the later. Brrrr.
14. What is the last thing you ate? a Bacon Swiss Burger, and I'm trying to get the taste out of my mouth. Don't want bad breath you know.
15. What one trait do you hate about yourself? My almost complete lack of assertiveness.
16. Middle Name? Jayne
17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? I'm glad I look busy typing all this. I'm so cold. I wish I could leave early.
18. Name the last 3 things you have bought. Rubber duckies (for Primary), toothbrushes (for Relief Society) and shampoo (to keep my hair blond).
19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink. Water, milk, hot chocolate.
20. Current worry right now? What is going to happen to my hair when I go platinum blond? I hope it doesn't ruin the current healthy state of my hair that took 23 years to achieve.
21. Current hate? driving to Utah County for work. I'm not the runner any more people!!
22. Favorite place to be? In the Redwoods. It's my happy place.
23. How did you bring in the New Year? I chilled and watched movies at my house. I was burnt out.
24. What is your quirkiest habit? Correcting people when they sing the wrong song lyrics. For some reason, that really bothers me.
25. Name three people who will complete this and return? how about 3 people who have already done this? Tea, Morgan, and Erin.
26. How many siblings do you have? 2 sisters, 1 brother
27. Do you own slippers? Yes, 2 pairs, one is microwavable.
28. What shirt are you wearing? I'm currently wearing 3 shirts (yes I'm still cold): a dress shirt with blue, green and brown stripes; over that, a long sleeve blue ribbed shirt; and over that, a brown suit jacket with tan and grey pin stripes.
29. What shampoo do you use? since my recent purchase, it's Pantene Pro-V for blonds.
30. Favorite colors? all of them that look good on me.
31. Would you like to be a pirate? No.
32. What songs do you sing in the shower? I don't really. I just enjoy the hot water. If I do, it's whatever song is stuck in my head.
33.Favorite female name? I think Tara's okay. Classic, but not overused.
34. Favorite male name? These have always been harder for me to pick.
35. What's in your pockets right now? I don't have pockets. *sniff sniff*
36. Last thing that made you laugh? my horrible singing during voice overs for rehearsal on Saturday. It was truly awful.
37. Best bed sheets as a child? The red flannel ones. We always fought over those. You had to be first in line after laundry day to stay toasty warm in the winter.
38. Worst injury you've ever had? Tearing my rotator cuff in my right shoulder doing maid work at Mack's Inn one summer. I still have pain and unpleasant effects from that one.
39. When's your birthday? July 11th
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 1.
41. Who is your loudest friend? Morgan
42. There is no 42. That's lame. How about a question anyway. What is your favorite body of water? Hmm. Good question. I'm going to have to say . . . the Mediterranean Sea.
43. Does someone have a crush on you? Yes. His name is Parker and he's 6. He plays young Cosmo Brown in the play. I know this because a) his dad (R.F. Simpson) told me, and b) he tied me up backstage to keep me from going on. Think about it . . . remember he's 6 . . .
44. Do you wish on shooting stars? Never have. I'm not a good wisher.
45.What is your favorite book ? Oh, so many. To Kill a Mockingbird. Gone with the Wind. Mama Day. A Return to Modesty. The Chosen.
46.What is your favorite age? Any one that isn't a prime number over 17.
47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? I didn't care, we don't really have "a song", however I did play awesome 80's tunes and that rocked.
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? I don't care. It's hopefully going to be really simple.
49. What were you doing at 12 am this morning? sleeping.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Why am I so tired?
As far as tagging: I think all 5 people who read this blog have already do this. So let's let this blogging virus end right here.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Happy New Year
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Welcome everyone to 2008. I would have posted sooner, but I didn't have a very good start to the new year. Not that I think that is in any way an Oman or means that 2008 isn't going to be awesome, cause I think it is.
Anyway, here's the story. I got up early (considering I stayed up past midnight like the rest of the world) and started doing the dishes. Now, it's not that I hate doing dishes, it's just that years of grudgingly doing them at home, then not having a dishwasher for almost a year in college (not that we didn't actually have a physical dishwasher, just that the landlord never replaced it when it broke), and then finally getting grossed out enough by my roommates to do their dishes my last year of college, not to mention all the cleaning checks I had to do--has kind of turned me off to the idea. Plus, my husband doesn't really mind. Do I take advantage of that? You betcha. So, after cleaning most of the house New Years Eve, I decided to be extra nice to start out the year by taking care of the dishes so my lovely husband wouldn't have to. I got the dishwasher loaded and started, then proceeded to the many hand-washed dishes stacked and waiting. I started with the slow cooker.
It had been soaking for awhile, so it wasn't too bad, but I didn't have my glasses on (it was early ...), so I wanted to make sure it was really clean. This meant a good soaping. Which I did on the counter. When that was done, I lifted the (moderately) heavy slow cooker into the sink for a rinse. Now, did I mention it was early and I might not have been up to my full strength? Well, it was heavy and slippery, and sure enough, I dropped it in the sink. And sure enough, it shattered. I was in shock. I felt like crying, and not really cause my hands hurt. I brushed some shards off them, and then they started bleeding. And when your cuts are already wet and start bleeding it's hard to make them stop. So I grabbed a paper towel and sat on a stool and tried to figure out all the places I was bleeding from. There were five. Three on my left hand, and some other non-bleeding scrapes. And two on my right. In different places and very painful. So I spent most of the day nursing my hands, and we didn't get to paint the walls like we had planned. But on a happy note, I'm banned from doing the dishes.
Anyway, here's the story. I got up early (considering I stayed up past midnight like the rest of the world) and started doing the dishes. Now, it's not that I hate doing dishes, it's just that years of grudgingly doing them at home, then not having a dishwasher for almost a year in college (not that we didn't actually have a physical dishwasher, just that the landlord never replaced it when it broke), and then finally getting grossed out enough by my roommates to do their dishes my last year of college, not to mention all the cleaning checks I had to do--has kind of turned me off to the idea. Plus, my husband doesn't really mind. Do I take advantage of that? You betcha. So, after cleaning most of the house New Years Eve, I decided to be extra nice to start out the year by taking care of the dishes so my lovely husband wouldn't have to. I got the dishwasher loaded and started, then proceeded to the many hand-washed dishes stacked and waiting. I started with the slow cooker.
It had been soaking for awhile, so it wasn't too bad, but I didn't have my glasses on (it was early ...), so I wanted to make sure it was really clean. This meant a good soaping. Which I did on the counter. When that was done, I lifted the (moderately) heavy slow cooker into the sink for a rinse. Now, did I mention it was early and I might not have been up to my full strength? Well, it was heavy and slippery, and sure enough, I dropped it in the sink. And sure enough, it shattered. I was in shock. I felt like crying, and not really cause my hands hurt. I brushed some shards off them, and then they started bleeding. And when your cuts are already wet and start bleeding it's hard to make them stop. So I grabbed a paper towel and sat on a stool and tried to figure out all the places I was bleeding from. There were five. Three on my left hand, and some other non-bleeding scrapes. And two on my right. In different places and very painful. So I spent most of the day nursing my hands, and we didn't get to paint the walls like we had planned. But on a happy note, I'm banned from doing the dishes.Thursday, December 20, 2007
ABC tag
Attached or Single: Married, so I guess . . . attached
Best Friend: Helen
Cake or Pie: Pie, am not really a cake person. Much prefer birthday brownies.
Day of Choice: Thursdays are usually good, and Fridays
Essential Item: My watch, feel naked without it.
Favorite Color: bright, fun colors that look good on me.
Gummi Bears or Worms: both, but only if they are warm and squishy.
Hometown: South Jordan, UT
Indulgences: All the too much sweets we have in the office.
January or July: Well, I try to love every season for it's own beauty, but January is usually dull and July is my birthday . . . .
Kids: none
Life is Incomplete without: chocolate
Marriage Date: October 5, 2006
Number of Siblings: 1 bro, 2 sises.
Oranges or Apples: I'm really more of a banana person.
Phobias or Fears: Heights, people in authority, confrontation, making mistakes, failure, success . . . yeah, I have issues.
Quotes: "Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!"
Reason to Smile: fruits and veggies for breakfast!! Work party tonight (I don't have to fix dinner.)
Season: Winter cause of the snow, Spring cause of the flowers, Summer cause of my no longer cold hands and feet, and Fall because of the smell in the air.
Tag 3: Um, everyone I know already did this already.
Unknown Fact: Elephants are the only mammal that can't jump. Yes that includes whales.
V word that describes you: Visible, variable, voracious, viscous.
Worst Habit: wishing I was someone else.
X-Rays or Ultrasound: I once had an x-ray on my feet to see if I could get pointe shoes early . . . I couldn't, my growth plates weren't closed and they didn't want to stunt my growth. Stunt my growth, ha. I doubt they were closed when I went on pointe a year later and think what I giant I might have been had I waited. ... stunt my growth indeed ...
Your Favorite Food: Italian.
Zodiac: Cancer the crab, and don't say it's appropriate.
Best Friend: Helen
Cake or Pie: Pie, am not really a cake person. Much prefer birthday brownies.
Day of Choice: Thursdays are usually good, and Fridays
Essential Item: My watch, feel naked without it.
Favorite Color: bright, fun colors that look good on me.
Gummi Bears or Worms: both, but only if they are warm and squishy.
Hometown: South Jordan, UT
Indulgences: All the too much sweets we have in the office.
January or July: Well, I try to love every season for it's own beauty, but January is usually dull and July is my birthday . . . .
Kids: none
Life is Incomplete without: chocolate
Marriage Date: October 5, 2006
Number of Siblings: 1 bro, 2 sises.
Oranges or Apples: I'm really more of a banana person.
Phobias or Fears: Heights, people in authority, confrontation, making mistakes, failure, success . . . yeah, I have issues.
Quotes: "Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint!"
Reason to Smile: fruits and veggies for breakfast!! Work party tonight (I don't have to fix dinner.)
Season: Winter cause of the snow, Spring cause of the flowers, Summer cause of my no longer cold hands and feet, and Fall because of the smell in the air.
Tag 3: Um, everyone I know already did this already.
Unknown Fact: Elephants are the only mammal that can't jump. Yes that includes whales.
V word that describes you: Visible, variable, voracious, viscous.
Worst Habit: wishing I was someone else.
X-Rays or Ultrasound: I once had an x-ray on my feet to see if I could get pointe shoes early . . . I couldn't, my growth plates weren't closed and they didn't want to stunt my growth. Stunt my growth, ha. I doubt they were closed when I went on pointe a year later and think what I giant I might have been had I waited. ... stunt my growth indeed ...
Your Favorite Food: Italian.
Zodiac: Cancer the crab, and don't say it's appropriate.
Monday, December 17, 2007
You Can't Always Get What You Want
...But then again, sometimes you can. And isn't great when it happens? I think it's happened to me like four times in my life. First, when my crush asked me to Prom junior year, though, now that I think about it, doesn't really count because I didn't really spend that much time wanting that to happen. Maybe a brief fantasy here and there, but I never considered it an actual possibility, ... so maybe just three times.
First, when my now husband asked me to Prom in high school. I liked him so badly and I really wanted him to ask me to a dance so I could show him how good I clean up and he would fall madly in love with me. Okay, so that last part didn't happen until several years later, but I did clean up good.
Second, getting my now husband to fall madly in love with me and marry me. I had to become completely uninterested in him before this happened, but in the end, my high school fantasy came true.
Third, going to London for a study abroad. I set this as a "goal" for myself when I entered college. I use quote marks because I never thought I'd really be able to do it, but then I did. And it was one of the best experiences of my life.
Now, these three experiences are unique because they weren't just goals I set for myself. In the case of my husband, I had no control over his thoughts and feelings, and so can not really consider those as goals. Goals are things you actually expect to be able to do, you just need a little boost, or baby steps, or whatever to get there. Those three experiences were dreams come true because they weren't things that I ever thought I'd be able to do.
Well, yet another dream has come true for me. (And Mo, you can do it too by the time you're 30. Let's chat and I'll share my new philosophies.) I am in a play. I'm back on the wagon, and this time, for the first time, I got a lead. And not just any lead, the lead I auditioned for. I had abandoned the hope of ever getting a lead in a play while I was in high school. This abandonment of hope stayed with me through college. I desperately wanted to get the lead in a play, don't get me wrong, I just never thought I could because I'm too tall, I only get cast for my dancing, there's too much politics in theater . . . . But one of my life long fantasies is fulfilled. My audition was very different from Morgan's. (I'm pretty sure you can scroll down and find what I'm talking about because you all read Morgan's blog too, I know.) I went into an audition, and based on nothing else but my talent and wow factor, I got a lead. And I auditioned more than a week before they cast it, with no call backs. Granted, it is a community theater production, but you gotta start somewhere, and now that I've had a taste of this dream, I think I could do it again.
So here's to dreams come true.
P.S. It's Singing in the Rain and I'm Lina Lamont.
First, when my now husband asked me to Prom in high school. I liked him so badly and I really wanted him to ask me to a dance so I could show him how good I clean up and he would fall madly in love with me. Okay, so that last part didn't happen until several years later, but I did clean up good.
Second, getting my now husband to fall madly in love with me and marry me. I had to become completely uninterested in him before this happened, but in the end, my high school fantasy came true.
Third, going to London for a study abroad. I set this as a "goal" for myself when I entered college. I use quote marks because I never thought I'd really be able to do it, but then I did. And it was one of the best experiences of my life.
Now, these three experiences are unique because they weren't just goals I set for myself. In the case of my husband, I had no control over his thoughts and feelings, and so can not really consider those as goals. Goals are things you actually expect to be able to do, you just need a little boost, or baby steps, or whatever to get there. Those three experiences were dreams come true because they weren't things that I ever thought I'd be able to do.
Well, yet another dream has come true for me. (And Mo, you can do it too by the time you're 30. Let's chat and I'll share my new philosophies.) I am in a play. I'm back on the wagon, and this time, for the first time, I got a lead. And not just any lead, the lead I auditioned for. I had abandoned the hope of ever getting a lead in a play while I was in high school. This abandonment of hope stayed with me through college. I desperately wanted to get the lead in a play, don't get me wrong, I just never thought I could because I'm too tall, I only get cast for my dancing, there's too much politics in theater . . . . But one of my life long fantasies is fulfilled. My audition was very different from Morgan's. (I'm pretty sure you can scroll down and find what I'm talking about because you all read Morgan's blog too, I know.) I went into an audition, and based on nothing else but my talent and wow factor, I got a lead. And I auditioned more than a week before they cast it, with no call backs. Granted, it is a community theater production, but you gotta start somewhere, and now that I've had a taste of this dream, I think I could do it again.
So here's to dreams come true.
P.S. It's Singing in the Rain and I'm Lina Lamont.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
My first dresses
I don't remember my first dress, but it was probably a hand-me-down from my sister when she was a baby. But that's okay because baby clothes are meant to be hand-me-downs. What was sad was when I got her hand-me-downs later. Not that I didn't like her clothes, but I am what is traditionally called a "late bloomer", and though me and my sister are about the same height now, she got her height mostly by sixth grade, whereas I didn't start growing until after seventh and continued on until my Junior year of high school, or sometime around then. So with her already two years older, most of her clothes didn't really fit me. So I don't know where I got some of my clothes from.
But I do remember that I have always loved dresses. There was one sun dress I had in pre-school, so I was four, and it was blue with bright balloons on it. The balloons were red and yellow. It was smocked in the front and had straps about 1" thick. I remember this dress particularly because the one time I wore it to class, I got really self-conscious. I think that was the first time I really thought about dressing for modesty. Anyway, sadly I didn't really wear that dress much after that. And every time I looked at it in my closet, it made me sad. And my little sister didn't wear it much.
I also remember this dress my cousin gave me. It was black with a paisley design and a white lace collar. I wore that thing until it was a little too small for me. I thought it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen when she gave it to me, and I couldn't believe I was so lucky. That was the best hand-me-down ever. I even wore it for a family picture, so it is immortalized on my parents' wall.
Hmmm, dresses. I should wear them more often . . .
But I do remember that I have always loved dresses. There was one sun dress I had in pre-school, so I was four, and it was blue with bright balloons on it. The balloons were red and yellow. It was smocked in the front and had straps about 1" thick. I remember this dress particularly because the one time I wore it to class, I got really self-conscious. I think that was the first time I really thought about dressing for modesty. Anyway, sadly I didn't really wear that dress much after that. And every time I looked at it in my closet, it made me sad. And my little sister didn't wear it much.
I also remember this dress my cousin gave me. It was black with a paisley design and a white lace collar. I wore that thing until it was a little too small for me. I thought it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen when she gave it to me, and I couldn't believe I was so lucky. That was the best hand-me-down ever. I even wore it for a family picture, so it is immortalized on my parents' wall.
Hmmm, dresses. I should wear them more often . . .
Saturday, November 17, 2007
My Mother's Dresses
So, I've been spending time at work (see post below) reading Erin's Dress a Day blog (her May 14th post to be exact). And thinking about my own memories of dresses and my mother.
Let's preface this vignette by saying that I love dresses, I always have. Maybe I'll blog about my memories of my first dresses, but not today. I love wearing dresses now. Okay, skirts mostly, but I haven't sewn in awhile. Maybe some day I'll have a sewing room, or something in the realm of furniture so that I won't have to sew on the floor. Right now, my sewing quarters are located in the basement of my old and scary house. I could think of at least three other places in the house I'd rather sew including my disgusting kitchen floor and my claustrophobically small office/library/junk storage room. But the basement is where I will be.
Anyway, on to the vignette. I remember a dress in my mother's closet when I was little that used to intrigue me. It was peach and long and flow-y with lace on the neck. I think the color would have looked wonderful on my mother, and I always wondered why she never wore it. I found out much much later (hey, sometimes I'm slow, remember how it took me 12 years to get the tarapaper joke?) that it was a bridesmaid dress from her little sister's wedding. She wore it shortly after having me. In fact, there is a picture in my scrapbook of me as a baby held by my mother with my older sister sitting next to me with a corsage on her wrist. On second thought, maybe my sister was holding me, and my mother wasn't even in said picture, but then again, there's got to be a picture like that somewhere. The facts in the case remain, however, that it was the bridesmaid's dress, and I was a baby. I put two and two together (about the fact that it was a bridesmaid's dress and the wedding and all) because of that picture (whatever one it is) and the wedding pictures of my aunts wedding that my grandma has hung on the wall of her basement. I saw my mom in the pretty dress and discovered where she got it. The question of why she never wore it still haunted me. I didn't realize at the time that my mom had very few occasions to wear fancy dresses, what with raising us and all. And also, my mom isn't really into the whole dressing up thing like I am, and would have been terribly uncomfortable in the dress out somewhere.
As far as other dresses go, I remember sitting on a pew with my mother at church on Sundays and paying very close attention to her dresses. I liked the patterns that were harder to figure out. I would trace the paisley and try to find the order in the design. I also knew which dresses were her favorites because she wore them a lot. I also remember sitting on her lap and touching the underside of her chin. It was my favorite place to touch because it was so soft, like silk soft. I'm sure my mother thought I was pointing out a double chin she was worried about, but I just liked the texture.
Ohh, childhood.
Let's preface this vignette by saying that I love dresses, I always have. Maybe I'll blog about my memories of my first dresses, but not today. I love wearing dresses now. Okay, skirts mostly, but I haven't sewn in awhile. Maybe some day I'll have a sewing room, or something in the realm of furniture so that I won't have to sew on the floor. Right now, my sewing quarters are located in the basement of my old and scary house. I could think of at least three other places in the house I'd rather sew including my disgusting kitchen floor and my claustrophobically small office/library/junk storage room. But the basement is where I will be.
Anyway, on to the vignette. I remember a dress in my mother's closet when I was little that used to intrigue me. It was peach and long and flow-y with lace on the neck. I think the color would have looked wonderful on my mother, and I always wondered why she never wore it. I found out much much later (hey, sometimes I'm slow, remember how it took me 12 years to get the tarapaper joke?) that it was a bridesmaid dress from her little sister's wedding. She wore it shortly after having me. In fact, there is a picture in my scrapbook of me as a baby held by my mother with my older sister sitting next to me with a corsage on her wrist. On second thought, maybe my sister was holding me, and my mother wasn't even in said picture, but then again, there's got to be a picture like that somewhere. The facts in the case remain, however, that it was the bridesmaid's dress, and I was a baby. I put two and two together (about the fact that it was a bridesmaid's dress and the wedding and all) because of that picture (whatever one it is) and the wedding pictures of my aunts wedding that my grandma has hung on the wall of her basement. I saw my mom in the pretty dress and discovered where she got it. The question of why she never wore it still haunted me. I didn't realize at the time that my mom had very few occasions to wear fancy dresses, what with raising us and all. And also, my mom isn't really into the whole dressing up thing like I am, and would have been terribly uncomfortable in the dress out somewhere.
As far as other dresses go, I remember sitting on a pew with my mother at church on Sundays and paying very close attention to her dresses. I liked the patterns that were harder to figure out. I would trace the paisley and try to find the order in the design. I also knew which dresses were her favorites because she wore them a lot. I also remember sitting on her lap and touching the underside of her chin. It was my favorite place to touch because it was so soft, like silk soft. I'm sure my mother thought I was pointing out a double chin she was worried about, but I just liked the texture.
Ohh, childhood.
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