Friday, October 30, 2009

Private Thoughts

I overheard some co-workers talking about someone's blog and some information that neither of them would have posted for public viewing. They could have been referring to anything from a baby photo to some highly personal romance issues - I have no idea.
One of them said, "Does she not understand the difference between private thoughts and public thoughts?" They went on to talk about how some things you should keep to yourself.
I then sat back and analyzed what I blog about. Do I feel any of it is too personal? Perhaps others would, but I don't really think so. I don't think too many random people are just running across my blog thinking, "Oh my goodness! I have just run into the juiciest information about this total stranger! OMG - it is like a fountain of gossip and juiciness!" I think those who are reading my blog are the folks I would like feedback from if I share something personal... the ones I want to know what is going on ...the ones who care about the often pathetic sentiments of my deranged mind.
This whole eavesdrop just made me wonder - am I sharing too much information? Then again, I don't really care - there is probably a lot more I'd share if I knew no one reading the blog would know exactly to whom or what I was referring:-)

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


I pride myself on being rational in all things and then *bam* a weird thought strikes and you find yourself concocting the most bizarre-o scenarios and purchasing a ticket on the crazy train.
A few that have crossed my mind lately:
My windshield is now cracked, so I wondered what if my windshield just shattered and a shard of glass got stuck in my wrist and then I had to take off my shirt to use it as a tourniquet? Or wait...maybe I'd just want to apply a lot of pressure so that way I wouldn't have to get my hand amputated...
My neighbors have this creepy little Frankenstein man outside their door who scares me every time I come and go. What if a real killer hid behind Frank and jumped out and got me just cause he knew I wouldn't suspect...
What if I were able to win the McDonalds Monopoly lottery...
So-and-so didn't respond to a text I sent saying said individual is awesome. Crap. That must mean that said individual doesn't want to be my friend anymore...
Should I talk to my cat when I am home alone? What if someone snuck in to surprise me and then hears me talking to the cat and thinks I'm crazy...
A romantical interest wrote me that his parental units find me to be awesome. I respond I only care what he thinks...he responds with nothing. Oh dear...he must not find me awesome.

Definitely irrational, wouldn't you say?

Friday, October 23, 2009

Gym Etiquette

There is proper gym etiquette, common sense if you will.
If you enter the cardio section and there is a row of 7 empty elliptical machines, do not hop on the one right next to someone else.
If you stinketh, weareth deodorant.
I fell victim to both last night. Some woman obviously wanted a new friend, but I moved. I've been sick for a week and close proximity to another in a deep-breathing environment wouldn't be fortunate for said individual....and she was grunting. Within 5 minutes el stinko came and occupied the machine next to me. I succumbed to the smell and ended up covering my nose with my shirt until I could no longer breathe. How could you not know? But by this time, all the machines were full, so I had nowhere to run (ha ha - pun alert!).
I would love for someone to invent a stink-o-meter you have to pass through, like security, in order to enter the gym. Sure, after one too many bean burrito's or one too few swipes of deodorant, all of us would fail at one point or another, but it would save a LOT of trauma!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Just an observation...

With that last post, I got to thinking about the show, which got me to thinking of something that kinda bugs me.

*Disclaimer* - I know many of you who are reading this have very legit excuses and please don't think I am referring to you when I write what I am about to write. If you are guilty, you know who you are and you probably aren't close enough to me to be reading my blog.

We had rehearsal approximately 4 days per week for 2 hours per session for 5 weeks.
The last two weeks before the show, our rehearsal time summed about 27 hours over the span of 7 rehearsals.
The days of the performances, we spent 4 hours preparing/performing/tearing down.
These times do not include extra hours we spent rehearsing outside of practice, writing the script, preparing the musical tracks, auditioning, choreographing and arranging the technicalities of the production. This also doesn't figure in the years and years of dance and musical training many of these people have.
For those of you math defunct, that is at least 75 hours each over the span of 6 weeks.
There were more than 40 people involved in this production, at least 30 of them with those 75 hours of contribution time and the other 10 with at least 20 hours the weeks prior to the production.
We are talking 2450 hours total, at minimum, invested in this production.
That's equivelant to one individual putting in over an entire year of 47-hour work weeks.

My soap box? I am baffled, utterly baffled how someone thinks some pathetic excuse will fly like, "Oh, I'm sorry I can't make it, but it was a long day at work," or, "Yeah, um I won't get out of class until 6:30 and your show starts at 7, so I don't think I'll make it." The show is two hours long, by the way...and in place of an activity (FHE) planned for every week by these folks anyway! You know what? We had long days at work too and then went to five-hour long rehearsals and sweated our brains out. Or, how bout this one, "I procrastinated this paper I knew I had due for the past four weeks, so I can't make it because I spent all day yesterday playing video games."
How dare someone assume our hard work is worth so little. The least someone could do for a dear friend is sacrifice two hours of their time to support them! If I knew someone I loved had dedicated six weeks of their life to something, pouring in their heart & soul, I would definitely do whatever it took to support them in that endeavor...especially if that endeavor were free and involved a group of individuals I cared for. I just feel like so many are a little selfish and only see those two-hours dedicated on one night, when in reality it is so very much more.

I'm really not as bugged by this as this post would indicate, but seriously...something to think about next time you are considering not supporting someone you love in something they love.


Blogging requires time - who knew? That is exactly what I have had none of. I usually blog during a break from work, but haven't even had any of those the past couple of weeks.
Would you believe I have survived over 18 months with no internet at home?
Regardless, life is wonderful!
The show is now over and I am looking forward to spending the upcoming holiday season with my friends outside of a rehearsal setting, although I am highly anticipating show withdrawal. My frequent flyer miles covered my plane ticket home for Christmas! Hopefully my blogs return more regularly now:-)

Cast at Village Inn after Opening Night

Cast at Applebee's after Closing Night

Braelin's First Birthday

Monday, October 12, 2009

Tres Belle - Stake Musical!

My next show is coming up this Friday 10/16 and Monday 10/19. It is totally free at the ward building on 4600 South and about 160 East in Murray!
It will be cheesy, but it will be fun - and I'm Belle! How cool is that?!?
(the photo is from a dress rehearsal, so I'm kinda all skiwampus)

Friday, October 2, 2009

If You Love Me...

I often times have a flashback to a giggle-worthy memory of days gone by.
Recently, I thought about one particular Sunday after church when I was about 4 years old. I was being a pain-where-a-pill-can't-reach to my mother and, consequently, was sent to my room.
Random side note - I have always had the nose of some acute hunting animal. I would come home hours after my mother had eaten a chocolate bar and immediately ask, "Where'd you hide the chocolate?" She was astonished at my ability to sniff out even microscopic amounts of chocolate.
Back to my story. As I was imprisoned in my room, I smelled the delectable aroma of chocolate wafting through the cracks of my door. I creaked it open, looked down the hall towards the kitchen, and pleaded as only a 4-year old can do, "Mommy, can I have some chocolate?" My addiction started at a very young age.
Her response? Sometimes our poor, distraught mothers stooped to the level of those 4-year old screaming children. "You can have some when you tell me you love me!"
I slammed the door, thought about it for a moment, opened the door, and said, "Mommy, I love you!" I remember being so torn between being stubborn or getting the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I opted for the pot of gold...or pot of chocolate fondue with bananas, as luck would have it :-)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Butter-side Down

I butter my toast before I put it in the toaster to cook in that mouth-watering buttery goodness. Upon removing my toast, I put jelly on the side that is not buttered. Then I partake of my delectable treat, placing the butter-side down on my tastebuds. Yum. But weird. Right?