I'm sitting here...completely bored out of my mind, and since I've been blasted here on blogger for having a seemingly boring blog, what the hell...I'll bore y'all some more.
Just a little broad and crazy statement - LDR's totally suck at holiday time when you're away from the one you love. The one that you have committed your life to. And those who know me personally, know what it takes for me to commit. My soul, my mind, and my heart all have to be rolled into one - to have someone complete me. And this someone does complete me. When asked by this gentleman the other day, "why him", that is the only thing I could possibly think of that truly explained my heart. I couldn't imagine life without him. I wouldn't want to live in this pitiful world without him.
Also, I've been blasted for being psycho. I really don't believe that this is the case. But I believe that when love is fresh, and new - that we are all a little bit crazy sometimes. I don't apologize for that - but if love doesn't make you a little bit nuts - I truly do not believe that it would be love at all.
Back to the holidays. I come from a big Irish Catholic family. And if you want to see psycho - y'all need to check my mother & her mother out for size. Things getting thrown...people getting cussed out day in & day out. Why is this? Why do people stress so much over a holiday that really if you truly believe in the meaning of it, that it has nothing to do with US. It isn't about breaking your neck to get your children each one of their hearts desires, it is about celebrating a religious holiday - a birthday. That's if you believe in The Big C. If not, God, are you lucky!!
Sometimes it makes me wish that I was still living 500 miles away, so I'd have a reasonable excuse to bow out of all of the "festivities". Why do we feel it necessary to be sickingly sweet to say...our co-workers, and yet we would use words on our family members that we wouldn't even say to our enemies? This is nuts. People who I don't give a flying-you-know-what about, I don't care if they call me a cunt, or even stupid...but when it comes from family members, that reaches a new low.
Well, let's hope that the holidays...one day in the future...will become something to be celebrated...and not despised.
And please tell your loved ones exactly how you feel this holiday season. That's what it is here for.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Happy Happy
Happy Holidays!!
Hey all…just a quick note to say have a good one.
I would have posted this earlier so my bastard friends who got off work early today could have read this…but oh well. I was stuck in the land of slander.
But as my mantra goes: Karma’s really something, isn’t it?
Oh well…be safe…hold your loved ones if you’re near them.
Happy Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Festivus, whateva’ y’all celebrate – just do it up ;)
Besos!!
Hey all…just a quick note to say have a good one.
I would have posted this earlier so my bastard friends who got off work early today could have read this…but oh well. I was stuck in the land of slander.
But as my mantra goes: Karma’s really something, isn’t it?
Oh well…be safe…hold your loved ones if you’re near them.
Happy Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Festivus, whateva’ y’all celebrate – just do it up ;)
Besos!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Lord, How Those Minutes Do Run!
It was a crazy weekend here in the blessed Land of Lincoln.
Saturday, I was hitting the stores at 8 am to finish/start my Christmas shopping. I’m nearly done, with the exception of Mr. Hep. But I know what he’s getting, so that’s a HUGE plus!! Hey, even got them all wrapped!!
I’m very proud of one gift, which is for my Once-And-Future-Husband, which will go unmentioned, since he is one of the two people who read this blog. Let’s just say that it’s imminent that my friends should be checking their mailboxes for a certain kind of invitation this summer.
After my “shopping marathon”, I had to run home to go to my sister’s house for Jack’s 6th birthday party. The funniest thing happened…I bought him a GREAT book called “Olivia”, because that’s his best friend’s name, and being the cool “uncle” that I am, I was sure that he’d love it. His face turned absolutely crimson, and he yelled “That’s for girls!”. Oops.
Following the party, I took him to see “Theater Armageddon 2005”, and he simply adored it! Although each time this guy, http://drastrozoom.blogspot.com would appear onstage, he would thumb his nose at him. Nothing like interactive Children’s Theatre.
Sunday…Sunday…Sunday. Let me first say that I love being a part of “Whorehouse”. Although, being referred to as “a lead” in the Springfield Theatre community is taking me a little bit of getting used to. Sitting with the “OG’s” kind of blows my mind. I feel completely humbled, and I am trying to be a good person to work with, to perhaps set an example to these high schoolers who have my #1 pet peeve: “Diva attitudes without the talent to back it up”.
The more these certain people annoy me, the more the rusty wheels in my pea brain start slowly churning. Was I this way when I was doing theatre as a kid? The more I think about it, the more I’m led to thinking that the answer is deniably, “yes”. So to all of those who I ever offended, or got on their nerves: I humbly apologize.
On a good note, I got a great compliment from our head honcho at rehearsal last night. He told me “I love your interactions with Miss Mona; It is such a relief not to have to tell someone when to breathe, snort, or laugh. Thank you.” This is from a guy who hardly ever compliments anyone. Besos, Bill!
Lord, enough of soul-searching. I swear, my New Year’s resolution is going to be to *stop* soul-searching. Oh, who the hell am I kidding!
Anyway, another huge thing that has taken some getting used to is this 7-days-a-week rehearsal schedule. Don’t get me wrong “I heart theatre” (pardon me while I throw up a little in my mouth), as much as the next thespian, but goodness! I work until 6 pm, then I go directly to the theater at 6:30. Wow. I’m t-i-red.
Another thing that is taken some getting used to is this proscenium theater vs. blackbox theater. I have been working for the last 8 years in what is known as “black box theater”. 80 seats. That means you’re probably a foot away from the audience. That means no microphones. That means me not having to sing as loud as I possibly can. This means…don’t worry about projection too much. That means…I’m having a hard time hearing the piano. Which equals to “crash and burn”. Gotta love live theater!
On a sad note, my dear friend from grade school, Mary Ellen “Mellie” Sukraw, passed away this past Friday after a long battle with Leukemia. As sad as I was when I first heard the news, I have to think that she is in a better place, free from the endless chemotherapy, radiation, and bone marrow transplants. Ciao, Mellie.
Saturday, I was hitting the stores at 8 am to finish/start my Christmas shopping. I’m nearly done, with the exception of Mr. Hep. But I know what he’s getting, so that’s a HUGE plus!! Hey, even got them all wrapped!!
I’m very proud of one gift, which is for my Once-And-Future-Husband, which will go unmentioned, since he is one of the two people who read this blog. Let’s just say that it’s imminent that my friends should be checking their mailboxes for a certain kind of invitation this summer.
After my “shopping marathon”, I had to run home to go to my sister’s house for Jack’s 6th birthday party. The funniest thing happened…I bought him a GREAT book called “Olivia”, because that’s his best friend’s name, and being the cool “uncle” that I am, I was sure that he’d love it. His face turned absolutely crimson, and he yelled “That’s for girls!”. Oops.
Following the party, I took him to see “Theater Armageddon 2005”, and he simply adored it! Although each time this guy, http://drastrozoom.blogspot.com would appear onstage, he would thumb his nose at him. Nothing like interactive Children’s Theatre.
Sunday…Sunday…Sunday. Let me first say that I love being a part of “Whorehouse”. Although, being referred to as “a lead” in the Springfield Theatre community is taking me a little bit of getting used to. Sitting with the “OG’s” kind of blows my mind. I feel completely humbled, and I am trying to be a good person to work with, to perhaps set an example to these high schoolers who have my #1 pet peeve: “Diva attitudes without the talent to back it up”.
The more these certain people annoy me, the more the rusty wheels in my pea brain start slowly churning. Was I this way when I was doing theatre as a kid? The more I think about it, the more I’m led to thinking that the answer is deniably, “yes”. So to all of those who I ever offended, or got on their nerves: I humbly apologize.
On a good note, I got a great compliment from our head honcho at rehearsal last night. He told me “I love your interactions with Miss Mona; It is such a relief not to have to tell someone when to breathe, snort, or laugh. Thank you.” This is from a guy who hardly ever compliments anyone. Besos, Bill!
Lord, enough of soul-searching. I swear, my New Year’s resolution is going to be to *stop* soul-searching. Oh, who the hell am I kidding!
Anyway, another huge thing that has taken some getting used to is this 7-days-a-week rehearsal schedule. Don’t get me wrong “I heart theatre” (pardon me while I throw up a little in my mouth), as much as the next thespian, but goodness! I work until 6 pm, then I go directly to the theater at 6:30. Wow. I’m t-i-red.
Another thing that is taken some getting used to is this proscenium theater vs. blackbox theater. I have been working for the last 8 years in what is known as “black box theater”. 80 seats. That means you’re probably a foot away from the audience. That means no microphones. That means me not having to sing as loud as I possibly can. This means…don’t worry about projection too much. That means…I’m having a hard time hearing the piano. Which equals to “crash and burn”. Gotta love live theater!
On a sad note, my dear friend from grade school, Mary Ellen “Mellie” Sukraw, passed away this past Friday after a long battle with Leukemia. As sad as I was when I first heard the news, I have to think that she is in a better place, free from the endless chemotherapy, radiation, and bone marrow transplants. Ciao, Mellie.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
It's ALMOST My Birrrrtthhhdddayyyyyy
Ok…the countdown is here. In exactly (well, not EXACTLY…but …) 14 days I will hit one of the milestones. 30.
Thirty years old. Wow. I know for all of you OB friends of mine (that would be old bastards…yeah, yeah…the beatings begin later), that it doesn’t seem like much. And truthfully, it I don’t feel 30 yet.
But, let’s look at this from a “Kimita” perspective. My 30’s have got to be a hell of a lot better than my 20’s were. Granted, I kind of “found” myself in my mid-to-late 20’s. But still…
A Christmas Birthday. They suck…seriously. It’s always “Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas – here’s a card”. So, a warning to those “baby makers” out there…use protection – lots of it – around the middle of May.
But my birthday this year should be fabulous. My “once and future husband” is coming to visit, and after rehearsal of “Ho House”, we’re going out barhopping in Downtown Springfield. Free Drinks for meeee!! So all should be very very well about 12 am.
And…there it is.
Thirty years old. Wow. I know for all of you OB friends of mine (that would be old bastards…yeah, yeah…the beatings begin later), that it doesn’t seem like much. And truthfully, it I don’t feel 30 yet.
But, let’s look at this from a “Kimita” perspective. My 30’s have got to be a hell of a lot better than my 20’s were. Granted, I kind of “found” myself in my mid-to-late 20’s. But still…
A Christmas Birthday. They suck…seriously. It’s always “Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas – here’s a card”. So, a warning to those “baby makers” out there…use protection – lots of it – around the middle of May.
But my birthday this year should be fabulous. My “once and future husband” is coming to visit, and after rehearsal of “Ho House”, we’re going out barhopping in Downtown Springfield. Free Drinks for meeee!! So all should be very very well about 12 am.
And…there it is.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
...But What I Really Wanna Do Is Direct
OK...so I'm over at my dear friends' houses, Dr. & Mrs. Zoom, and I just had an epiphany while discussing a horrible Childrens Show.
I want to direct one.
Not for the main reasons...not to see my name in the byline. Not to "respect my authoritay", or something. But to friggin' make these diva-wanna-be's realize what theater is all about. Discipline.
The director of the afore-mentioned show is a sugary-sweet person. There was no structure to this show. She cast everyone who was auditioned. So it was a cast of MILLIONS.
I began doing Childrens' Theater when I was 10. It is how I learned through trial & error how to compose myself while auditioning, performing, etc. The one director who still sticks in my mind was the one who came into the very first audition and said "I have a revolving door policy. You do what I say, or you can leave". It still sticks with me after 17 years.
Kids respect discipline. Or even a little "meanness".
So, my original thought was to direct "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever", but the Executive Director shot that down, because it was promised to someone else. So I'm looking through the prior programs to the theater, and I'm just racking my brain for something new, or that hasn't been done in awhile. So I submitted "Ramona Quimby" and "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe". The latter, obviously because of the huge success of "Narnia", and the previous because I was a HUGE fan of the books by Beverly Cleary, and the plays that they have dramatized are hugely popular nowadays, yet the theater hasn't done them.
In my bid, I also suggested that the theater do "The Diary of Anne Frank" next season. It hasn't been done in years, and I know plenty of people who are itching to do a dramatic show.
And...there it is.
I want to direct one.
Not for the main reasons...not to see my name in the byline. Not to "respect my authoritay", or something. But to friggin' make these diva-wanna-be's realize what theater is all about. Discipline.
The director of the afore-mentioned show is a sugary-sweet person. There was no structure to this show. She cast everyone who was auditioned. So it was a cast of MILLIONS.
I began doing Childrens' Theater when I was 10. It is how I learned through trial & error how to compose myself while auditioning, performing, etc. The one director who still sticks in my mind was the one who came into the very first audition and said "I have a revolving door policy. You do what I say, or you can leave". It still sticks with me after 17 years.
Kids respect discipline. Or even a little "meanness".
So, my original thought was to direct "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever", but the Executive Director shot that down, because it was promised to someone else. So I'm looking through the prior programs to the theater, and I'm just racking my brain for something new, or that hasn't been done in awhile. So I submitted "Ramona Quimby" and "The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe". The latter, obviously because of the huge success of "Narnia", and the previous because I was a HUGE fan of the books by Beverly Cleary, and the plays that they have dramatized are hugely popular nowadays, yet the theater hasn't done them.
In my bid, I also suggested that the theater do "The Diary of Anne Frank" next season. It hasn't been done in years, and I know plenty of people who are itching to do a dramatic show.
And...there it is.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
You Know You’re Not In Arkansas Anymore WHEN…
There’s nearly a blizzard goin’ on outside…and your job hasn’t shut down for the week yet.
Seriously folks…my friends in AR can back me up. There is almost 6 inches of the lovely white stuff on the ground…if there was even a chance of this happening in Lil’ Rock…the whole city would have shut down.
Luckily, I’m driving the beast.
Seriously folks…my friends in AR can back me up. There is almost 6 inches of the lovely white stuff on the ground…if there was even a chance of this happening in Lil’ Rock…the whole city would have shut down.
Luckily, I’m driving the beast.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Oh, Hell...
Damn. Sorry.
Anyhey - now THAT is out of the way. I'm enjoying the thrills of being a student and having a real job at the same time. Currently I'm doing some Morgatge stuff at Wells Fargo. I hated it for the past few days, but it's getting better now.
My trainer lent me this book "Dating for Dummies". I was thumbing through it, and something caught my eye that I must share:
-The #1 Reason Why You Should Break Up With Someone:
They have moved & left no forwarding address
Tickled me.
Then came the chapter on "Long Distance Relationships"...according to this "MD" (I use the term extremely loosely), LDR's are only good if you
1. Want to live in a fantasy world
2. See one another more than once a month
Yes, I can tell you from first-hand knowledge, they are a lot harder than you could ever imagine in your lifetime. Heartbreak is present all of the time...
So how do I cope with this? I've been sleeping a lot lately. Been a lot more distant than I once had been with my significant other. Is that wrong? I don't think so. It is just a coping mechanism that I am using.
It is better than driving myself crazy with trust & honesty issues that I have within myself.
Anyway - "Whorehouse" - I would say that is going well...if we would have more than one rehearsal :P
Take care...be safe...
xoxoxo
Anyhey - now THAT is out of the way. I'm enjoying the thrills of being a student and having a real job at the same time. Currently I'm doing some Morgatge stuff at Wells Fargo. I hated it for the past few days, but it's getting better now.
My trainer lent me this book "Dating for Dummies". I was thumbing through it, and something caught my eye that I must share:
-The #1 Reason Why You Should Break Up With Someone:
They have moved & left no forwarding address
Tickled me.
Then came the chapter on "Long Distance Relationships"...according to this "MD" (I use the term extremely loosely), LDR's are only good if you
1. Want to live in a fantasy world
2. See one another more than once a month
Yes, I can tell you from first-hand knowledge, they are a lot harder than you could ever imagine in your lifetime. Heartbreak is present all of the time...
So how do I cope with this? I've been sleeping a lot lately. Been a lot more distant than I once had been with my significant other. Is that wrong? I don't think so. It is just a coping mechanism that I am using.
It is better than driving myself crazy with trust & honesty issues that I have within myself.
Anyway - "Whorehouse" - I would say that is going well...if we would have more than one rehearsal :P
Take care...be safe...
xoxoxo
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