Super Blessed

So, these two weeks at work are a bit stressful. I try to find the joy in it as well and it does exist. I am holding auditions for my Musical Productions class and Advanced Theatre class. In all, I will have seen 200 kids by next Friday. I keep saying to myself, "It's just high school, it's just an audition. It's not that big of a deal." But really, it is a big deal. I have seen lives change because of the relationships made in these classes. Friends made who will be friends for eternity. I feel a responsibility, that I gladly take on, to make sure each student is evaluated thoroughly so I can make the best decision possible for them. I am given insight that I really shouldn't have when it comes to knowing who should be where. I am grateful and humbled that Heavenly Father trusts me enough to take care of these monkeys.
I am super blessed because I have people in my life who check up on me EVERYDAY to make sure I am okay. My sweet principal who is just about the most dedicated man I've known, encouraged me to take the day off to go hear my dear friend Liz speak at women's conference. He needed me to sit in on interviews today for a new choir teacher, and instead, told me to 'be gone!' I have recently acquired a new friend(don't you love new friends!) who delivered to my desk today my favorite Gluten-free Red Velvet Cupcake because she knew I 'needed a little boost of love.' My friend Liz asked how I was, in the middle of the most anxious week of her life, she wanted to make sure I was doing okay. My sweet seniors check in with me everyday. Landon brought me food to last through the week; they text, pop their heads in, ask if I'm okay and if I need anything. My friend Syd comes and organizes all the forms so I can take them home and look them over. I mean, do you get what I'm saying?! It's like my Heavenly Father penciled them all in to make sure they have my back. And then, there is my husband. Where to even start. He gets this. He gets me. Two very important things. And when he says he'll be here for me, he is. And he lets me talk and gives THE best advice on what to do or where to go next. I can breathe when I get home because of him.
I just wanted to get this all down.

PG-13

What the hell!? I let my sister-in-law talk me into running Ragnar this year. I don't know what I was thinking. Seriously. Mostly because it's April, soon to be May. And in April, soon to be May, this little thing takes over my complete life called my job. The suckage that is my job occurs on many levels none of which I will bore you with here. Suffice it to say, there is zip time to train. Because . . .when I get home from said job I. AM. SLEEPY. Do you hear me?! Sleepy. Please don't leave a post that tells me exercising will increase my energy. It's lies. All lies, I tell you! I'm running tonight, trying to contact my inner runner? And you know who I found? My inner bitch, and she's is screaming at me and super pissed that I'm encroaching on her 'sit on your butt with a bowl full of Starburst Jelly Beans (thank you my love) watching TV and don't bug me' time. I also had to sign the waiver which in essence (among other things) said that if I happen to fall into a pothole while I am running I won't sue anyone. My mom thinks I could possibly run into a cow. I think that would hurt. Running into a cow. Perhaps I'll run with a knife. Even though Mrs. Hansen in first grade asked me not too. See, if I run with a knife, steak knife to be exact, when I hit the cow, and if I hit him hard enough, I can saw me off a piece of hiney and bbq that bad dog up and eat whilst I am running.
Oh, and I paid 90 bucks for this experience.

I had myself a hankerin . . .

So a few weeks ago I found myself in unchartered territory. My bestest friend Kristin directs the summer musical for Kaysville City. This year she chose to do "The Wizard of Oz." And I got to thinking, "I should go audition for the Wicked Witch." I laughed about it mostly. My students are always asking me to act and such. I actually just think they want to know if I do, in fact, know what the hell I am talking about. See, Ryan joked about going to audition for the Cowardly Lion. Take a moment here and picture the hilarity of that possibility. Okay, you done? Me too, I thought I would be priceless. So then I was like, "hey now, this could be a riot. Him as the lion, me as the witch. Too much fun." So, the more I think of it, the more excited I get. Like, really excited. Like, I really wanted to be in a show. Now, you must realize I have not wanted or had any desire to be on stage in years. YEARS, friends. I was in a show 8 years ago just so I could tap dance. And before that it was 8 years also. We are talking a long time. And not just a long time on stage, but a long time since I had felt that desire to want to play. So I check my calendar and as fate would have it, I will be presenting a conference at a workshop two days before "The Wizard of Oz" opens. I. Was. So. Sad! I think I would have been a delightful wicked witch. I was bummed. Now, fast foward about four days . . . .
I am standing in my kitchen reading through the Kaysville City Newsletter. When lo and behold, what do I see? An audition notice for a delightful little musical called, "Nunsense." Here is some background: my senior year of high school I did a humerous interp for debate. I chose to do a delightful little musical called "Nunsense" in which I would play all five of the sisters in the play at the same time. I fell in love with this show, this story and one particular nun, Sister Robert Anne. She is streetwise, car-driving, basketball playing nun who just wants to have a moment in the spotlight to sing her song. So I travel along in my life and have the opportunity to direct this show twice. All the time secretly wanting to be Sister Robert Anne. K, come back to my kitchen. I am reading this audition notice and I'm like, "Oh my gosh!! This is it! I have to try for this. Even if I don't get it, if I don't try I will regret it." So, I decide right then that I will go do this. This was a Saturday. The next day I get called into the Bishop's office and asked to be the Young Womens's Assistant Camp Director with camp being the exact same week as the performances of "Nunsense." Needless to say I looked straight to the heavens and with a lift of my arms said, "REALLY!?" The Bishop mostly looked confused. I decided it was not meant for me to choose between the two, but to try out and see where it landed.
So, I tried out. And thought I was going to pee my pants. I was so scared. I had forgotten the feeling. It was sort of a rush. And for the first time in my life I had a blast at an audition. I left it all there. I threw it out and let it hang on the walls, I was that good. It was good for me to stand in my students shoes for a minute. To feel the excitement of finding a monologue, working on a song, getting my resume ready was thrilling. I have a renewed respect for my cute little monkeys I teach.
And you are now looking at the current member of Clearfield Community Theater's production of "Nunsense" who will be playing the role of Sister Robert Anne!!
I am planning on blogging of this whole experience. It should be interesting to say the least. I haven't had to dance and sing at the same time for a very, very , VERY long time. It's going to be comical. And not necessarily in a good way.

Hiatus

You know, I realized the other day why I don't blog. I don't feel like I can say what I really need to. Like, some days I need to say, "What the hell?!" Other days warrant a dropping of the 'F' bomb. Yes, it's true. It's come out of my mouth. So, I'm thinking, "Sheesh, I can't write what's really going on in my head. My father-in-law may read this." However, out of anyone in my life he would probably understand. He taught driver's ed for like a century. So then I thought, "Okay then, just write what you need to in a journal. That way no one can read it." And you know what I think? I think secretly we want people to read out blogs. Maybe someone out there feels like I do on any given day. Who knows. So, I'm going to blog. Cuz some things are coming up that I'm going to need to talk about. Or rejoice about. Or send out into the blog universe just to feel like I am connected. Perhaps I shall give my blogs a movie rating so those of you out there who may read this will know which ones to skip or which ones are safe to read.
And I guess if you dont' like it, don't read the blog.