Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Shake it off, just shake it off . . . .

Okay, I know I need to blog about "Nunsense." And I will. Truth is, I don't think I can find words to express what that experience meant to me. But I shall try. Later. For right now though, a story.
I didn't like today. I don't like the person I am at my job. I like my job. Just not me at my job. So, lots of expectation, and pressure and shiz to do. All the time. And Ryan's been stressed. And that stresses me. Anyway, I came home and got Amylee ready to go to her first dance class. Her little tights, ballet shoes, leotard and skirt. I took her there and walked her into the room. She was so happy. And the music was so beautiful. And I watched her little arms move up and down and her little toes pointing and I all my stress, all my anger just sort of dissipated out of my body. And I got the distinct impression that was exactly where she needed to be. And I almost cried.
Then I spent the evening with my delightfully funny friend, Lindy. Oh she's wild. And makes me laugh so hard I almost pee. Our rules?
Rule #1. Obviously. Keep your clothes on
Rule #2. Check the tension
Rule #3. Shake it off, just shake it off
Rule #4. ROCK ON.
Theeeeennnnn . . . .I got to see my sister NUNS!! Sweet bug eatin Sister Hubert is moving far away to some town in Louisiana that is spelled one way and said another. She leaves Friday. I love this girl. And I was so happy to see her so happy and ready for this new adventure. And Sister Amnesia. And Reverend Mother. Sister Leo was at work. I miss them. I miss how I feel when I am with them. Over yogurt, there I was again. Me and Robert Anne, just chillin'.

Monday, August 8, 2011

I suck

I do. Completely. Tonight's rehearsal was . . . well, a big, fat joke. And yet, I still had a great time. How is that even remotely possible? I mean, we are talking major, MAJOR brain farts here. I stopped right in the middle of the tap number because I had zip idea what came next. WHAT??!?!? Then I forgot to sing. Then my solo came out sounding like a 1st grader at her end of year talent show. What the hell!?! And yet, on we went. Laughing, squishing beetle's. At one point I had severe anger for those beetle's and I may have jumped up and down on one. Repeatedly. Yes, it made me feel better.
We open on Thursday. I think I'm too old for this. OR something. If I lose focus for a second, I'm screwed. Who knows where I'll end up. And for those of you that know me well, it doesn't take much to pull my focus. I gotta get in the zone here. I gotta pray.
Let's all pray, shall we?