Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The end is near!!!!


So, the end is near. The end of 2009, that is. And what a year it was. In my last post of 2008, I wrote:
2008 was an active and productive year for lil Miss Tahrea, I must say.
And what of 2009?
I wonder what it holds...
I can expect several blunders of various sorts.
Theatrical happenings.
Many more friends and acquaintances...
More anger.
More laughter.
Maybe more love, which will more than likely result in more despite if I choose the wrong person.
Again.

I guess...
2009 will be more of the same...
and more. 


I have to LOL as I read that because it was vague enough to be right on the money. Indeed, there were many new theatrical happenings, friends, emotions, and a whole lotta love. Let's reminisce for a moment....
Friends and Family:
-Josh and I started dating February 20th. Well, technically our first OFFICIAL date was the 26th, but the sparks started flying that first fateful night. Our relationship started in a theatre...
-Sam had Avalyn on April 4th, and I was there for it. What a night.
-Junia graduated High School in May.
- Madison turned 6 and started 1st Grade. Grace turned 4 and started Preschool. Nevaeh turned 2.
-Baby Zach was born on November 18th. A BOY!
-I gained several new friends and connections through my theatrical happenings, which leads me to...
Theatrical Happenings:
-I successfully completed Treasure Island, my first stint as a director.
-I became a reviewer with www.theatrevault.com.
-I finished my first year in May as Musical Theatre Instructor for the Charmion Performing Arts Center, and I began my second year in September.
-I successfully directed my second production, Dorothy Meets Alice.
-I was a last minute member of the Rosebriar Shakespeare Company's rendition of Midsummer Night's Dream, which rocked.
-I played Bianca in RSC's production of Taming of the Shrew.
-I had auditions and began the rehearsal process for my third show, A Kidsummer Night's Dream which is going up in February.
Randomness:
-Bea Arthur, Billy Mays, Brittany Murphy, David Carradine, Dom DeLuise, Ed McMahon, Edward Kennedy, Farrah Fawcett, Henry Gibson, James Whitmore, Jett Travolta, John Hughes, Les Paul, Michael Jackson, Mollie Sugden,  Natasha Richardson, Patrick Swayze, Walter Cronkite, and many more all passed away. RIP, all.
-Dad was laid off.
-My grandfather has been fighting through his pancreatic cancer.
-We moved into our new house, although there are still some minor things that need to be taken from the old house.
-I began search for more opportunities to babysit and eventually become a nanny. Wouldn't that be cool?
-We started going to church again! Woot for Christian Life Fellowship!
- I finally got a better cell phone and a laptop.

2009 was a good year. I got a lot done. I added friends and added to my theatre resume. I found something more in my relationship with Josh. I reconnected with folks I never thought I'd talk to again. SO, what do I see for our new decade???? Truthfully, no idea. I guess I could be as vague as I was almost a year ago, predicting theatrical happenings, anger, laughter, friends, and love. I will say I hope, I HOPE 2010 brings a better financial situations, resolution to old issues, and a new car. I will predict more adventures with Josh and my family. My resolution is to continue down the path of eating and living healthier and embracing life more. Oh, and to find a way to control my anger. I'm sick of turning into the Hulk whenever I get mad. It's not fun.
But that's another story.

Happy New Year to you all!

Monday, December 28, 2009

What's eating THAT guy? Oh, his pet lion, Bongo.

Recently, I came face to face with my newest pet peeve: People who wish to purchase or obtain wild or exotic animals for the purpose of having one as a pet. Oh yeah. Now, when my mother was a child, her father had a lot of dogs. Not all at once but over the span of her adolescences. One of their canine friends was, in fact, a wolf. This particular creature wasn't purchased or gained through connections. He actually followed mom home one evening as she rode home on her bike. He was cool enough and they kept him around. Strange but true. Swear. Whatever.
With the exception of Sigfried and Roy or exotic animal trainers, no one, NO average joe could present me with a valid and logical explanation as to why they want or NEED such a bizarre companion. I like to blame, who else, the Disney Empire. Thanks, Balto.
Don't get me wrong. I love animals, except snakes (even though they provide a special niche in the animal kingdom). I adore them. And I find such gorgeous predators as the wolf or cheetah or tiger to be awesome. And who doesn't love monkeys and chimps? Funny as the day is long. But, come on. That's the only reason anyone would really want one; because they're cool. I'm not saying it's not ok for kids to want strange and exotic pets. Imagination is a great thing. It's when these kids grow up and turn into irrational adults that I start to get irritated. Worse off, there are these people who actually go through with their childish desires and GET one. Then they wonder why all their other pets and children (Lord knows they have them) start disappearing. I mean, people around the world try to protect their children and livestock from vicious, WILD predators and some jaggoff in Whatsit, USA wants to open his home to a wolf. "Oh, we'll get a cub. That way, he'll be raised to be tame." BULL. That freaking wolf comes from generations of feral mentalities and urges that no training manual and living room kennel can suppress. Not even deer can be completely tamed, and they're retarded.
And what makes you, Joe Schmoe, so qualified of an individual to have such a pet? HUHMMM??? You work for an American based company doing something that comes nowhere near what could be considered animal training, and you want to bag a cheetah for the family Christmas card. You know what? Go ahead. Get your cheetah or wolf or  chimp or whatever. Be THAT guy. Just be sure to keep it indoor so all the inevitable carnage can be soaked into your carpet and not disturb the neighbors and their measly dog who's presence doesn't pose a constant threat on their lives and communities.
GAH!

Sunday, December 27, 2009

My favorite Simpsons moment

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Barney: Next, they're going to show _my_ movie.
  Bart: _You_ made a movie?
Barney: _I_ made a movie?  No wonder I was on the cover of
        "Entertainment Weekly".
-- Barney's short-term memory, "A Star is Burns"

Barney's movie is in black and white.  It opens with a shot of a Duff
beer bottle on a windowsill.  Gauzy white curtains billow around it as
the love theme from "M.  Butterfly" plays.  A hand grabs the bottle and
turns it upside down; the camera pans slowly down to reveal Barney's
lips on the other end of it.

The next shot shows Barney from above lying on a couch under the window.
As a voiceover, he says, "My name is Barney Gumbel.  I'm 40, I'm single,
and I drink."  The scene fades to a road where Barney lies in the
gutter, drinking another Duff, then lying down.  The Duff pours slowly
into a sewer grating.  "There's a line in `Othello' about a drinker:
`Now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast.'  That
pretty well covers it."  The camera shows a time lapse view of clouds
moving during the day, which turns to night, then back to day again.
Barney has become an old man, bald, toothless, still lying in the same
gutter.  A tear leaks from his eye.

A woman watching the movie is moved.

 Woman: It's brilliant: savagely honest, tender...he has the soul of a
        poet.
Barney: You're very kind.
 Woman: Excuse me, did something crawl down your throat and die?
Barney: It didn't die!
-- Methinks the man doth protest too much, "A Star is Burns"

Back on the screen, Barney sits in a chair and says, "My name is Barney
Gumbel, and I'm an alcoholic."  The camera pulls back to reveal several
similarly-attired girls.  Lisa says, "Mr. Gumbel, this is a Girl Scout
meeting."  Barney asks, "Is it?  Or is it that you girls can't admit you
have a problem?"

The scene fades to a playing record player, then back to Barney on the
couch, a rose held to his nose.  "Don't cry for me," he narrates, "I'm
already dead."  He puts the rose in the Duff bottle on the windowsill;
its petals fall off slowly, and the curtain billows in front of it as
"Fin" appears.
  
  
(I can't find an English version of this video, but this is the clip... In Italian.... :0/ )

Saturday, December 26, 2009

The Diva is Doomed.

The diva surrounds herself
with friends and emotion,
always fearing time spent alone,
for there the truth finds her.
The diva smiles for the crowd
Below the act,
Below the diva's stage,
her foundation is crumbling.
The diva covers her pain and troubles
with makeup and band-aids.
The diva's unrelenting ability
to destroy is her downfall.
The diva is tortured by the demons
she has created.
The diva has no room for clothes
in her closet, full of skeletons.
The diva has compromised her life,
her emotions,
her relationships.
The diva is now haunted by her mistakes,
yet continues to fail her loved ones.
One day the diva will discover true loneliness.
She will discover the bottom of the empty bottle.
No script will save her speech
when all charisma is sucked away from her eyes.
No role will spare her from real emotion.
No revival will save the diva's soul
.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

I love snow.I love Christmas. I hate moving.

Today brought real snow. The kind that sticks to the ground, blanketing my world. Ah, many cheers to God for setting the stage for the next few days. According to the Weather Channel app on my phone, we citizens of Ashville should expect snow on the long expected day of Christmas as well! Lord knows Bing Crosby isn't the only one dreaming of a white Christmas. I can't remember the last time it really snowed on Christmas. SIGH...
On another note, I am 99.9% finished shopping and wrapping all of my gifts. I FINALLY received a gift for mom I ordered online and made haste in getting it wrapped up and labeled. I'm not completely 100% there as I have yet to decide whether or not to get an additional gift for a basket I've made up. I am running out of time! Decision making during the holidays... Not for the faint of heart.
Man, I have reached that moment where I can relax my mind a bit and not worry anymore about the Christmas chaos that is rapidly approaching. HOWEVER, I have yet to reach said euphoria in the moving department. This glorious gust of snow has muddled certain plans of moving large items. Argh. And I have yet to finish gathering up all wanted items and disposing of those that will not make the journey across the yard. I hate moving. Whatever plans I make in the near future, I will not be moving for quite some time. Ugh.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Boycott the Newsboys (It's for a good cause)

Info regarding the songs stolen by the Newsboys from local Columbus band, Reconciled:
The Newsboys recorded the song "This is who I am," originally written and recorded soley by Reconciled.
Go to the promo page for Winter Jam 2010. On that page, there is a video promo for the concert, and the Newsboys clip is them singing this S T O L E N song!
I am not sure about copyright issues now with the Newsboys, but I have the original (Reconciled version) on my computer, and have had it for MONTHS! I can not post it with this note...
The story is, as it has been passed on to me, that Reconciled recorded the song at the same studio where Newsboys record, with the same duo that is composing the Newsboys new album.
Legal definition of song is melody and lyrics; while working with the team, Reconciled's melody and lyrical content that was not created in studio, is being taken by newsboys.
The band ultimately had to break up, and before doing so did not have the opportunity to copyright the song for themselves, though they put forth the money and creativity for studio time.
I have not yet had opportunity to examine the inside cover of the CD, but am willing to bet that Reconciled is not given any credit for writing the song. There is a portion of the original recording that is left out of the Newsboys version.
It is sad that this is what christian musicians can do to other christians.
here is the link to see Newsboys perform the song in the video promo for the tour,

http://www.hearitfirst.com/winterjam/default.aspx
you can also hear the reconciled Recording
http://www.facebook.com/reconciledband?v=app_6917629807&ref=ts

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

stress, good and bad

Ugh.
After all this time, I've finally begun to get into the holiday spirit. It's finally feeling like Christnas time. Junia and I have begun to start discussing our 5th annual Christmas party. Mom is pulling out cookie recipes. And the shopping is well underway. Oh, the shopping. Ugh. I truly love getting gifts for my loved ones, knowing they'll really appreciate them, and I love the sense of accomplishment when I have purchased everything and wrapped them up. Too bad I have yet to reach this certain sense of holiday nirvana. On top of this is the added stress of getting ready for this fantastic children's show Junia and I have found ourselves with. Oh, and this new sickness which has suddenly afflicted me. Again I say ugh. But I remain somewhat optimistic about the shopping. I shall get it all done. I will! And the stress over the show is a good stress, driving my mind down the path of focus. Everything will come together. I found a pianist in darling Yvonne, which was my biggest freakout. Everything else will come together.
*SIGH*
Too bad there is NOTHING optimistic about being sick.

Monday, November 30, 2009

song lyrics keeping me awake... (it's a possible work in progress)

...so don't ask me if I'm happy
'Cause you know the answer
Isn't good
And don't try to make me smile
Knowing I can only do so for you
But when you leave me
I know where you're going
And I know you
Can never
Be mine

It's getting late
Well passed midnight
And I've gotta few things
On my mind
But they'll wait til later
As long as you're here
By me
Oh, I know
I know you've gotta get going
Someone's calling you back home

Don't ask me if we're happy
You already know that answer
You already know
You already know
And I'll kiss you
Despite the lump in my throat
And the pain in my heart
Oh, I know you can never
Be mine

Saturday, November 28, 2009

ugh... agony

I can't escape old memories.
Your face lingers from my dreams.
My heart aches.
My mind is swimming.
My eyes are red.
I can't drink you away.
I can't pretend you don't exist.
And where are you?
Living in another world..
.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

to err is human...

We all have our moments of sheer stupidity,little events that we allow to take place, embracing them in the moment, only to later regret them.
This experience of regret or disappointment may erupt immediately or it may simmer for years before boiling over.
And then what?
How does one cope?
How do you cope?
Do you mull it all over?
Ignore it?
Wallow in self hate?
Or do you own up to it, whether to yourself or others, and move on?
I believe everything happens for a reason, but not so much that God or Satan is behind every action.
We are given the free will to make our decisions and create our own situations.
So, really, when you reflect on all of the not-so-great things you've done, realize that you did them for a reason.
Sure, it probably wasn't a great reason, but it happened.
And life still carries on.
So, friends, my advice to you is to make peace within and work towards moving on.
And don't live with this cloud of regret.
People waste time focusing on their regrets.
That's a heavy burden.
I'm done a lot of really stupid things in my time, and I've regretted some more than others.
But then I decided to just chalk it up to experience.
If your life were that of a D and D character, each moment like these could be an added experience point or plus 5 for experience, or something like that...
Whatever.
The point is this: don't carry your regrets too long.
Let it go.
And if you find it all keeps building up on you, stop doing stupid things.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

slightly sad news

Unfortunately, we shall not be able to perform in Lancaster.
It sucks.
A lot.
I hate feeling the let down.
Not so much for myself, but for the new folks in the show.
It sucks.
But we're going to all get together at Danielle's house Saturday.
I will admit, I'm going to really miss this cast.
If you didn't get to see the show,you missed a great group people.
Ugh.
However...
I look forward to performing with every one of the members of the Shrew cast.
Sigh...
At least we'll have another evening together...
:o)

Monday, November 16, 2009

Let's go raise cane at the Table!!!!!!

Hey, I've got an idea!
Let's walk into the Tuscan Table and tell them I'm bringing 17 other people, no reservation.
Ooh, and let's count 12 kids into that number.
Oh, let's do this at 11:30 am on a Monday.
Oh!!
Let's freak out when our food takes a long time to get to our table, even though we're CLEARLY not the only table in the middle of the LUNCH RUSH.
OOH OOOOH!
Let's let our children throw food particles about the restaurant and let our particularly pudgy child run amok in the building, almost knocking over the serving staff.
Oh, let's attempt to NOT pay our bill, blaming the completely incompetent staff for not catering to our outrageous demands.
Oh, and let's tell the helpful waitress that we know it's not her fault, and then tip her LESS than 10%.
Just because.
Ooh, and let's freak out on everyone as we leave, pissed because we actually had to pay, leaving a half wrecked dining room in our torrential wake.
Yeah.
Let's do that.
That'll make their day.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The evening of interesting events....

Last weekend we performed for over 100 people in Town Hall.
Not too shabby.
All comments presented to cast and crew have been those of praise and admiration.
I am pleased that I have received a few comments on my performance, my favorite coming from Richard Barch (Who seems to know what he's talking about when it comes to theatre).
He basically said he's never seen Bianca played so three dimensional before.
That made me smile.
Others have said it's the best rendition/version of Shrew that they've seen in quite some time or EVER.
I'll just say our show is ROCKING.
I truly appreciate everyone who has come out to see us and I really look forward to seeing faces in the audience tonight.
Last night, we had a VERY interesting speed through in the Alumi Hall of the Groveport Elm. School.
LOL
It was something.
I'll decline from posting any details.
Please approach any given cast member for their own unique experience as everyone had several last night...
But the space is gorgeous and there's not a bad seat in the house.
Tonight and tomorrow night we will be performing at 7:30 pm.

After tonight's performance most of the cast is heading over to the Birch Tavern for KARAOKE.
LOL!
If anyone feels brave enough to join us, please do.
It shall be an evening of interesting events...

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

UGH.

You know you are truly lost when search for the truth in the darkness.
Always reaching, never touching.
Every relationship is an excuse to abuse.
Your smiles are tools to reel in those weak enough to believe.
Each words is a potential dagger.
Each glance a curse.
You are a monster.
The enticing moments you do find are short and tragic.
You find that you merely hate yourself more than time before.
You are truly alone.
You can never look yourself in the eye.
You are truly lost within yourself.

Monday, November 9, 2009

How heavy is your soul today???

Have you ever had a thought, a moment, a day, a situation, a conversation, SOMETHING that happened to you or in your life that just weighed you down?
I mean, initially, it happens and your first reaction is "Meh, whatever."
But then, you start to mull things over.
You begin to think over and over, dissecting every detail.
And you suddenly feel as though your soul itself weighs several pounds.
So you try to ignore it.
You try to brush it off, hoping it will go away.
But it doesn't.
Instead you wake up the next day and this issue weighs so heavily on your soul, you swear you feel shorter, smaller.
Does it eventually go away?
Perhaps.
Maybe you finally break free and forget about it.
Maybe you pray and work it out.
Or...
Maybe it stays with you like an old scar, an eternal reminder that will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Only time will tell.

As humans we are trapped.
Trapped in our minds.
Trapped in ourselves.
We cannot escape from
what we love
what we hate
what we fear
and what we accept.
As humans we are faithful.
As humans we cheat.
We run for safety.
We run for love.
We run from love.
We run from trouble.
We hide in the darkness.
We seek the light.
We torment ourselves
and we torment others.
As humans we exist.
As humans we cease to be.
We encourage.
We discourage.
We enlighten.
We deceive.
We are lovers.
We are fighters.
We build.
We crumble.
We rebel.
We embrace.
We attempt to release
but never let go.
As humans we are trapped.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

The dark world.... (oooooooooooooooh....)

Dark lights and loud music...
the mixture of cologne and alcohol...
emotion mingles with the lingering laughter...
Silhouettes dancing to a beat beyond the radio...
The clink of glass resonates through this hazy dimension...
The slur of conversation presents renewed needs to guzzle down the cheap elixir of forgotten morals and delayed regret...
Somewhere in this realm, relationships are thrown away...
Temptation lingers on the edge of every thought, thriving on hormones and desperation...
Each word is an innuendo...
Each sentence a false promise...
And somehow, those who know of the sin and darkness of this world always return...

Friday, November 6, 2009

Why I really hate when other women take away my power.....

One of the things I pride myself in is not being weak.
What I mean is as a person, as woman, I am strong.
I know who I am and I know for what I stand.
Having been raised by a man hating amazon who has been screwed over by men most of her life, I have learned certain lessons.
That's why it should be no surprise to anyone that I don't play the damsel in distress role very well.
I also don't like people to view as weak because I'm a woman.
With this said, you will understand the following story.
The night before last, a group of gents from the Table removed our broken deli case.
HIZZAH!
However, they left a pretty nasty floor behind.
Not-so-hizzah.
So, when I came into work yesterday, I volunteered to scrub the floor.
Which I did.
And it's beautiful now, thank you very much.
;o)
We felt sorta naked up there with no barrier between our area of the kitchen space, and the front door.
Jennifer then told us that she wanted us to bring a conference table up from the basement to place with the deli case once was.
No problem.
Angie and Yvonne actually went down to get the table but decided to wait until one particular guest had left, as bringing up the table would've meant taking the poor dude out cold.
So they waited.
Once he left, I said I would help one of them with the table, carrying it up and placing it where it needed to be.
No problem.
We moved the tables in our path out of the way.
We cleared the floor where we were going to put said table.
A few minutes later, I went to the basement door to get into position when I see our darling dishtank dude hauling the hulk up the stairs by himself.
I was pissed.
I asked him why he was doing so and he told me that the other server, with whom we really hadn't discussed the whole table moving thing, had told him that HE needed to move the table.
I was really pissed.
I informed him, NICELY, that we fully intended on getting it ourselves, to which he sighed and allowed me to help him the rest of the way.
Yvonne and I then placed the table where it needed to be and I angrily informed her what dear Lance had told me.
She scowled.
ARGH.
A little later, I asked the other server why she had sent Lance on our daring mission.
She said, "Oh, I got the MAN to do it, so you girls didn't have to."
ARGHARGHARGHARGHARGH!!!!!!
I nearly lost my mind, but simply walked away.
The MAN????
Granted, Lance may be stronger than I, no problem.
BUT, he had things he needed to do, and we had told Jennifer WE were going to move it.
I was mondo pissed.
The MAN.
PUH.

The moral of this story?
If I need someone else's help, I'll ask or graciously accept or decline if help is offered.
Until then, don't assume I can't do it.
ARGH.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

My embarrassing moment at work...

Sometimes, I really love working at the Table.
I get to interact with reeeeeeeeeeally interesting folks and I my co-workers are prety boss.
I like to watch the people who come in and, sometimes, learn interesting stuff about them.
Yesterday, two older gentlemen came in and were seated.
As I was going about my side work, I overheard their conversation about baseball.
(I think it was baseball.)
Anyways, they made me smile because their conversation was so relaxed, so casual I almost expected a chess board to appear between them.
Overall, I love the Table.
Until something mondo embarrassing takes place.
Like yesterday.
*SIGH*
SO, Tuesday, Yvonne and I were discussing Youtube videos and I wrote down a few titles from this canadian comedian that I had discovered recently, Jon Lajoie.
Funny stuff.
I folded the paper when I handed it to her because some of the song titles aren't the most workplace appropriate, but all is explained away once you watch the videos.
I later logged on to facebook to find that Darling Yvonne wrote on my facebook, saying she left the list at work and needed the name again.
Not a problem.
WELL...
Yesterday, in the midst of my side work, I trekked over to JR Hooks to get some to-go cups.
When I came back into the Table, I saw Jennifer, Angie, and Yvonne huddled around this piece of paper.
As I approached, I saw that this piece of paper was, in fact, the one I handed Yvonne the day before.
The absolute horror didn't strike until Angie told me that this list of ours was found by one of the guests in the dining room.
THEN my heart stopped.
I looked at Jennifer and, in a flood of words and worries, quickly explained the innocence of the situation and why I had written down these particular titles.
Luckily, it was Angie's cousin who found the list and, LUCKILY, Jennifer said we were to play it off as though it had come from a guest.
*DOUBLESIGH*
That was a bittersweet relief as I was still mondo embarrassed.
The moral of this story?
IF it isn't workplace appropriate, wait to post it on Facebook.

(BTW, I apologize to anyone who was expecting a boob-related mishap. )

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Tech Week

Ah, Tech Week.
Another Tech Week.
Ah....
Last night we explored the First half of the Show.
Tonight was the Second half.
Tomorrow shall be a brisk stab at the show in its entirety.
Hmmm...
Could be interesting.
I can't believe we're only four days away from opening night.
I mean, Auditions were in the end of August.
We've come all this way in a blink of an eye.
I don't think, as long as I'm in theatre and am doing shows, that I'll ever be able to get over this feeling.
This feeling of...
WHERE did the time go?
Where did the rehearsals go?
I guess I'm grateful we're running three weekends instead of two.
It gives me a chance to spend more time with this awesome cast and crew.
One terrifying thought is right after this show ends, my show begins.
AGH!
Can't think about that right now, though.
I'll completely flipped.
lol

For now I must focus on staying alive and healthy and being on top of my lines, my character, and not messing up, all of which is a job in and of itself.

Pray for all of us.

Monday, October 26, 2009

My grandpa John

Today we found out my grandfather only has a few months to live.
His pancreatic cancer has spread to his liver.
He cannot do anymore treatment and hospice starts tomorrow.
My overall emotion is sadness, mixed with slight anger.
One of my first thoughts when I heard this news was that I, being the oldest grandchild, had hoped all of my grandparents would see me get married and have a child or two, their first great grandchildren.
That kinda hurts more than anything.
I've been dealing with random spurts of tears for the past couple of hours, and I'm sure this will continue as time passes.
Our goal as a family is to make sure this Holiday season is the best we can make it, for grandpa's sake.

I as for prayers for my grandparents as they figure out financial and living arrangements, and for comfort in these last few months.

I'm not sure how things are going to go, but we'll try to make everything as smooth as possible.

God, give us strength and peace.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Last week.........................

I realized I haven't written a blog in a while now.
I kinda suck.
But here I am.
Ha.
....
...
..
.
Anyways...
So, the show is going really well.
I love the cast.
I love the characters.
Danielle is a great director.
I love working with her and she has so many great ideas for the characters and the show, but she allows us to explore our characters and discover who "we" are for ourselves.
Like...
Bianca.
She is a pretty terrible person.
She is spoiled.
She is conniving.
She is quite......
Lusty.
Kate is the only person who recognizes the true person underneath the masquerade she flaunts.
Bianca, essentially, is the kind of woman I want to beat.
HOWEVER...
It is delicious to play this role.
lol
The show is going to be awesome.

In other, tragic news, my grandfather's pancreatic cancer has spread to his liver.
Yeah.
It sucks.
A lot.
Prayer is pretty much all we can do.
The doctors are going to do a biopsy in a couple of weeks to see how bad it is.
No matter how extreme, it sucks.

I can only imagine how this week is going to go...



I smell your cologne as you leave the room
and insult to injury it lingers on my skin
Your eyes twinkle as you smile
cynical glances tell me you don't care
a careless wave breaks my heart
and I slowly die again.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

God bless you, Brother Harry

What a day.
For folks who don't go to church, what I mean may sound strange, but today was one of those services where I was touched by the music and message to the point of tears.
I was swept up in peace and just couldn't contain it.
It was pretty awesome.
Then, we received news that one of the greatest men I have ever had the joy of knowing passed away while we were in church.
He wasn't there, and there was a note in the bulletin about his health.
He has been fighting cancer and was physically dwindling away, so it wasn't a shock.
For some reason, when I read the bulletin and realized he wasn't there, I knew it was time.
And then, when I realized his family members that were there were slowly leaving one by one, and I saw tears, I knew it had happened.
Junia and I both did.
I began to cry again when the guest speaker, Pastor Walter, announced that Brother Harry had gone to be with the Lord.
Pastor Clayton said we should celebrate Brother Harry's life and celebrate how he had touched our lives.
I've known this man since I was a kid.
As my family was one of the first families to start the church, I knew Brother Harry and his family.
I've always loved them.
It's saddening that one of the great Warriors of God is gone.
One of the great and inspiring men in the church body, and in my life, is gone.
Two or three weeks ago, he approached my grandfather, who is also weak with disease, and he prayed for my grandfather.
I cried then, watching these two frail but powerful men pray together.
Fighting the emotions of sadness and wishing amazing people like them would stay and continue to existed with us, I realize they suffered and then release into what is so unknown to us is peace, whatever the extent.
As a Christian, I believe that Brother Harry has gone to Heaven.
If anyone deserves to go to Heaven, it is most certainly that man.
Still, I cry.
His family cries.
Church family members will cry.
It's all a part of life, as I've been told before.
It sucks and it doesn't.
It makes me thankful that I do believe in God.
I find peace in that death isn't the final step in our existence.

So, I pray for Brother Harry's family.
May they each find peace in this situation, through their mourning and through their being together and supporting each other.
Amen.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Theatre excitement.

Last night was the first rehearsal of the Taming of the Shrew cast.
The cast is hilarious and everyone is going to play their parts so well.

Sean Arata: Page/Joseph/Pedant
David Artrip: Player/Lucentio
Tenara Calem: Player/Tranio
Steve Emerson: Sly/Petruchio
Rudy Frias: Servant/Hortensio
Anne Grove: Player/Servant/Curtis/Widow
Harlow Keith: Huntsman/Gremio
Britt Kline: Player/Katherina
Junia Maynard: Player/Biondello/Nicholas
Tahrea Maynard: Player/Bianca
Jason Newsome: Player/Grumio
Krista Threadgill: Hostess/Handmaiden/Sugarsop
Richard Wilson: Lord/Baptista

Director: Danielle Mari
Assistant Director: Daniel Smail
Stage Manager/Production Manager: Lynn Moyer
Dramaturge: Molly St. Cyr-Reid

Performances Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays, November 6-22.

I'm really pumped to get into the role of Bianca.
I like Danielle's take on this character.
Normally she's played as the sweet innocent younger sister who truly doesn't do any wrong.
My version of the role will be this girl who milks it for all its worth.
She essentially is a brat.
I think of Veruca Salt, only older and with a sex drive.
Danielle wants me to watch Gone with the Wind.
Vivien Leigh's character is supposed to give me some sort of inspiration.
Having never seen the movie, I don't know exactly what to expect but I trust Danielle's judgement.
And I like being able to see where the director is coming from.
:o)
I just can't wait to get started.



Patrick Swayze.
I pray you are in a better place.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Restaurant woes.... and a slight rant

As most people who know me... know, I work at the Tuscan Table.
Now, I like my job.
I love the folks I work with, and, for the most part, I like most of the patrons who come in and dine in our fine restaurant.
BUT, I've gotta rant about something that has been bugging me all day.
Sometimes folks (maybe someone like yourself) enter a restaurant, sit down at their table, and proceed to receive terrible service.
Or their server is just unpleasant.
Or the experience overall is unpleasant.
For whatever reason, said patron may feel the need to NOT leave a tip, or (And, personally, this is worse) they leave a PENNY.
If the server sucks or is just a total tool, that is somewhat understandable.
However, I entreat you to sit back and try and empty your mind of any negative or heated emotion long enough to try and figure out if the situation warrants NOT tipping your server.
After all, this individual does work for tips.
Maybe it wasn't their fault the food was undercooked or not cooked to your liking or even late in arriving to your table.
I'd say, speaking as a patron and not a server, if they try and make it right and appease you, leave them at least a dollar or two.
Please.
I know I said previously that I was going to rant, but it isn't specifically about the above mentioned situations.
What I want to rant about is a related topic that bristles my metaphoric haunches worse than anything else....
IF your server has done everything right, delivered your food, made sure your drinks are filled sufficiently, checked on you and your table, and you leave them NO tip, you....
You just aren't a nice person.
I can almost understand if the restaurant is packed and the server hasn't met your personal standards of table visits and drink refills, but if you are clearly one of only a handful of tables and, at the end of your visit you are sufficiently full of drink and food and you are still in a good mood, you should leave some sort of tip.
AND a penny doesn't cut it.
Once again, if you have the gall to leave a penny as a tip, just keep your copper.
It's an insult.
And it doesn't reflect on you as an individual, especially if you come in and do it more than once.
We at the Table have experienced this strange phenomenon a number of times, unfortunately.
However, this is a universal thing for any server in any restaurant.
Just... try and be kind to your server.
It'll be appreciated and reciprocated.
Please and thank you.
:o)

Friday, August 28, 2009

I wanna elect a 5 year old for president in 2012!

I, with my ever churning mind, had a random thought that has led to several thoughts related to (yet just as random as) the original thought.
As I was taking a shower this morning, part of the theme song from Borat (yep, the Kazakhstan National Anthem) was going through my head.
"Kazakhstan is greatest country in world.
All other countries run by little girls."
That second line caught my attention.
"run by little girls."
And I thought to myself, what's wrong with that?
Then I thought, it wouldn't be much different from how things are now.
Think about it:
Little girls control the people around them.
Depending on the age, these tiny humans have the potential to manipulate total strangers.
Think about the last time you saw a cute little girl you didn't know, and she smiled at you.
I bet you smiled back, felt all warm and fuzzy inside, maybe even thought "Aw, what an adorable little girl."
A smile.
A giggle.
Or worse, a high five or hug.
That's all it takes.
"I'm showing you affection and it makes you smile."
Now think about this:
When a little girl finds opposition from another little girl, say a stolen doll or cookie, what does the former little girl usually do?
She either cries, takes the stolen treasure back, hits the thief, or any combination of the three.
Or...
Or this little girl will cry until SOMEONE ELSE, say mommy or daddy, gets the perloined play thing and brings it back.
The crying made mommy or daddy work for her.
How are these things not like any given country's actions now????
Being charismatic to strangers, manipulating people,those closest to us and total strangers, vengeful or sneaky tactics.
I say let little girls run the country.
I think they'd get things done.
Then we can all come together with our favorite toys and have an epic tea party.
I'll bring the scones.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Who wants to be a nanny????? (me!!!) part 2

Still nothing on the nanny front.
I found out the CPR and First Aid classes at the Red Cross in Circleville are the
8th, 9th, and 10th.
Each class is $40.
Argh.
Luckily, I just need the two classes for First Aid and the infant to 10 yr. old CPR.
That's only $80.
Argh.

I just applied for another babysitting/nanny position.
We'll see how it goes.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Patience in agony.

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So the second day of auditions went well, despite the fact that only two chicks showed up.
Danielle said she's auditioning a couple of more folks today since they couldn't be there last night or Saturday.
Now that I've experienced the standpoints of actor and director, I can't help but laugh at the split view I get in situations like this one.
For instance, an actor who filled a directing position would hear the above statement and might feel that this extra day is unfair to those who showed up.
However, as a director, I know that sometimes some of the actors who wish to audition for your show may not be able to make it to the audition dates, and ask ahead of time for a make up day of sorts.
I had such an incident with Wizard of Wonderland.
It happens.
Another comical difference between the actors and director is the time between auditions and announcing the cast list.
Danielle said she would contact all of us folks who auditioned and let everyone know who got what on Friday.
So, between probably AFTER today and Friday Danielle will take this time to deliberate and decide who to cast and where to put the actors she wishes to cast.
Meanwhile, the hopeful actors who auditioned (Junia and I included) must wait, not sure of what these next few weeks will bring us.
We wait and wait and wait and wait, wishing we could just KNOW.
She NEEDS this time.
We HATE the wait.
This is one small comedic part of real life theatre.
I love it.
To be completely honest, I would LOVE to know my fate, whether or not I got a part and if I did, who.
You know.
But the director inside knows I have to be patient and not wish to rush things.
So I must be patient.
*SIGH*

See?
A split personality is a good thing.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Frustration!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, I'm despising myself right about now.
For some reason, in my old age of 22, I seem to be unable to function after midnight.
I also cannot function in the mornings following evenings where I somehow slip past midnight before finally drifting off into my dream world.
It's only mildly aggravating.
I wake up only to begin hating the world and resenting the fact that I have to go to work.
I'm a very unpleasant person in the morning.
I'm also perturbed because I have yet to get a nanny gig.
I've had a few moms call or talk with me about babysitting, but nothing concrete.
Argh.
I am currently in the process of running a background check on myself on sittercity.com to prove that I am an upstanding citizen and can take care of whomever is placed within my charge.

Trying to focus on better news, auditions went well on Saturday.
Junia and I were the only gals to show up, so we read quite a bit, which is always a blast.
We're heading back this evening.
Even though we already auditioned on Saturday, I like to go to auditions each day they are held.
It give the director a chance to pair the actors up with different people.
That's what I always suggest to the actors who audition for my shows anyways...

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Kings Island....

I woke up at 5:50 am this morning.
I WOKE UP.
I purposely set my alarm clock to wake me up at 5:50 AM.
Why?
Because we're going to Kings Island.
YEP.
Mom, dad, Ju, Josh, Tyler, Devon, and I are all going to spend the day in an amusement park.
For that, I am excited.
The fact that I had to get up at 5:50?
Not so much....

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Who wants to be a nanny????? (me!!!)

So I officially registered with nannies4hire.com.
Now I have to wait for them to review my profile and whatnot and hope they post me.
I'm currently filling out info for sittercity.com and enannysource.com.
AUGH!
It's only slightly unnerving.....

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Check out my latest review for theatrevault.com

www.theatrevault.com
CCT sets CINDERELLA to a new beat
Columbus Children’s Theatre opened August 5th with Cinderella: A Hip Hop Fairytale. True to its title, CCT’s Cinderella is a Hip Hop musical that has several elements of the classic fairytale but with many modern twists. Main character Annabelle (Meredith A. Zahn) is a 21st century 16-year-old Cinderella archetype. Though she has been blessed and destined by angels with a beautiful singing voice, Annabelle is forced by her evil aunt Priscilla (Maggie Pfeifer) to hide it. A young audience member’s overheard statement truly describes this matriarch’s demeanor: “She’s not nice!” Priscilla and her two daughters Vanessa and Skye (Lucy Porter and Carolyn LaLonde) play off of each other quite well as their characters relentlessly torment poor Annabelle, singing such songs as “Green Makes Us Blue” and “How to Be a Loser.”
Annabelle soon finds herself delighted to be surrounded by her four Guardian Angels, Eeney (Kristen Hosty), Meeny (Gabby Pedroza), Miney (Kyle Moore), and Mo (Jacob Briggs). Juxtaposed to the family’s constant malice, these four characters’ kind-heartedness set audience members smiling as they serenade Annabelle with a special “Happy Birthday Song” and “We Got Ya Back.” Though the angels worked well together, the pacing in their opening scene did drag slightly as the jokes, jabs, and puns were flying. Well worth the note, Moore’s hilarious antics as the goofy clown Miney send ripples of side splitting laughter throughout the theatre as Briggs’ adorably charming Mo is sure to touch hearts.
This production boasts a cast of 25+ actors, most of whom play multiple roles, all of which do a wonderful job of both dancing and singing. This reviewer notice a few supporting actors who, in their own way, stood out in their multiple roles. First are the darling Kate Coley and Gabrielle E. Marie Wilson who work well together as Record Label Representatives. Their timing and banter are met with several peals of laughter.
Later on, Coley, Lauren Mae Livingstone and Bailey Laws parody American Idol Judges Simon, Paula, and Randy (or, in this case, Brandy), adding their own touches to the recognizable characteristics of all three of the actual judges. Another actor who caught this reviewer’s eye was Briana Hunter. Hunter is a delightful young gal who shines in each of her roles, most of all as Nicky, one of the American Icon contestants, as she urges the audience to applaud her entrance and then sing along to her rendition of “ABC Song.”

Whether the actors are portraying are dancers, angels, or bears, all of the costumes are believable and suit the characters and situations. Both Patty Bennett and Angela Barch should be proud of their wonderful costuming.
As the production is set as a ¾ thrust, the set is minimal yet perfect for the production. One common yet unfortunate effect from such staging is most audience members may miss some of the action as they cannot properly see the actors’ faces or hear their lines. Such was the case within a few scenes during this show. Though all of the performers did well in their roles, they should always remember to keep their voices up and open up to the audience whenever possible.

Written by Matt Johnson and Directed by Angela Barch, CCT’s Cinderella: A Hip Hop Fairytale is an adorable musical this reviewer recommends for ages 3 to adults. Small children and infants may not be able to tolerate the 75+ minute duration of this production.
Cinderella: A Hip Hop Fairytale Runs August 5th- 16th. All seats are $10. Show times are 10 am Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, 7:30 pm on Fridays, and 3 pm on Saturdays and Sundays. For ticket information, visit colschildrenstheatre.org or call 614-224-6672.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Ready to have your mind blown away? Read this!


HEY YOU!
Got an empty feeling inside?
Feeling lonely?
Depressed?
Unwanted?
Not needed?
Most people try to drown these negative feelings with food, alcohol, money, sex, and the occasional Deity of their choosing.
How about a CAT?
That's right, a nice fuzzy, living creature that will give your life a purpose.
Lonely?
A cat's presence will sure take those blues away.
Depressed?
I dare you to watch a kitten frolick and not smile.
Unwanted?
A cat's favorite scratching post is the human leg.
Not needed?
HAH!
Who's going to feed, water, and change the cat litter box?
Looks like Fluffy NEEDS someone.
If you're hungry, go to Wal-mart and get some noms.
While you're there, get some chow for Snickers.
Thirsty?
How about sharing a nice pour of water with your newfound feline friend?
And who needs a Deity?
You'll be so busy devoting your time, emotions, and money to Fuzzbum, you'll think you're already at church.
Now you may be asking yourself, "A cat would be awesome, but where could I find such a fantastical creature to fulfill my life of sadness?"
NOT TO WORRY!
I have 13, THAT'S RIGHT, 13 feline-like creatures, all ready to bombard your life with all the CAT-ness you crave.
I've got males, females, long-haired, short-haired, big, small, older, younger, black, not-so-black,frisky, laid-back,natural, nuturing, sleeping, energetic...
CATS OF EVERY KIND.
I've got 'em all!
And the price?
HAH!
How about an ANTI-Price?
THAT'S RIGHT!
These crazy fluffballs of joy are FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Absolutely FREE to a good and accepting home.
Litter Box trained?
They know what that is!
Food?
They eat it!
Gotta dog?
HAH!
Cats and dogs were made for each other.
If not, that's why these things are so freaking springy.
Can you say NATURAL BORN CLIMBERS?!
Got Fish?
Not for long!
(Fish are for losers!*)
Who needs other pets when you could have a CAT!
So when that nagging need deep inside finally whups you into realizing how much you need one of my cats, give me a call or message me and say "I NEED A FREAKING CAT!"

RE-EVALUATE YOUR LIFE AND DO IT!



*Fish are not for losers.
In fact, I've owned a few in my time.
They make lovely pets.
Just take a cat.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

RIP John Hughes

http://www.reuters.com/article/mediaNews/idUSN0635330920090806
Director John Hughes dies of heart attack, age 59
LOS ANGELES, Aug 6 (Reuters) - Film writer and director John Hughes, whose credits include "The Breakfast Club" and "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," has died of a heart attack at age 59, his spokesman said on Thursday.

Hughes died suddenly while taking a morning walk in New York City, according to a statement from his spokesman. (Reporting by Dean Goodman, Editing by Bob Tourtellotte)

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Theatre Theatre Theatre..... part 1895.4

As the time nears, I'm stressing more and more about my audition for Shrew.
I want it to go well because I want to be in the show so badly.
I'm a little sad about it because Josh has concluded that he cannot do it with his work schedule.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrr....
Junia, however, is still on track, memorizing her monologue.
Yay!
I'm also a little sad about all the different auditions that are coming up, most of all Rocky Horror Show.
However, the sadness I would feel if I didn't audition for Shrew is MUCH greater.
Plus, it's another chance to work with Rosebriar and with Danielle.
The choice is obvious.
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I need to review another show.
I just NEED to!
I haven't done it in a while and I'm kinda going through withdrawal.
I've emailed the Theatre Vault admin about a few shows listed on the calendar, so I'm hoping to have something within the next few weekends.
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I'm very pumped because Josh and I are going to see Little Shop of Horrors after all!
I thought they ran the same amount of time as Midsummer, but I was ever so wrong.
They have an extra weekend!
HIZZAH!
Josh and I are going to see it on the 15th.
It's a funny musical and it's hard to sit still and NOT laugh throughout the production (especially if you're me).

Oh, another theatrical endeavour I have put upon myself is going to see As you Like It in Schiller Park.
They open tomorrow and go til September 6th.
Hizzah!
Now, I must gather another entourage of friends and folks to meet on the beloved grassy knoll sometime this month.
Any takers?

Monday, August 3, 2009

Midsummer sweeeeetness.



SO the first weekend of Midsummer Night's Dream ROCKED.
I've always loved the story, but Steve's dream and vision for this particular rendition of Midsummer has renewed my loves.
The cast has been a fabulous group of folks that mesh well and complement each other.
It has been a blast.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002402&id=92000085&l=f41c97fdcc

Friday, July 31, 2009

Opening NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! It's OPENING NIIIIIIIIGHT!!!

So tonight is opening night for Midsummer.
Hizzzzzzzzzah!
I really hope we get a great turn out.
As of right now, I'm not sure if we'll be outside or inside since it's been raining.
Bleh.

I just ordered a script and a sample CD to start figuring out what we need for Kidsummer Night's Dream.
Even though auditions aren't until December, I think we should get started on figuring all the major details now.
Since it's a musical, I need to hear the music and figure out what we're going to need as far as singing ranges.
Plus, we should start working on choreography ideas as well.
LOL
I'm already stressed out.
Thank goodness I have Junia to help me again.
:0)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Technology. Not my strong point

I know it's only almost August, but I've begun to dwell on Christmas.
The giving part, not the getting.
Mom has been wanting an ipod of some sort for quite some time now, so Junia have decided to get her one for Christmas.
Wanting to get dad something equally cool, we've decided to just get him one as well.
Easy enough decision, and luckily we have plenty of time to figure out where/how/when to get them.
I've started scouring ebay, through the various decisions and choices.
I'm happy to announce that I've found some potentials.
Usually Junia and I do our own thing and get separate gifts for our parental units.
However, this gift will be costly enough that we decided to pool our finances and efforts.
I've also begun to figure out Josh's gift, or the main part at least.
Hizzah.
Although it may take some of the surprise out of Dec. 25th, Junia and I are both aware that mom is getting us laptops.
DOUBLE Hizzah.
This knowledge has sent both Ju and I on a new quest...
Trying to figure out what the heck we want in a laptop.
Ugh.
Not the most computer savvy, I'm going to rely on my more nerdy friends to help me figure out what I want/need.
Argh.
I actually searched Laptops on ebay and my brain exploded.
There are soooooooo many names, versions, numbers, whistles, gadgets, and gizmos!
AUGH!
Heeeeeeeeellllllp!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Monologue hunt.......

http://www.shakespeare-monologues.org/
SO, I know I've found a few monologues for my upcoming Shrew audition, but I neglected to find a few for Junia and Josh.
Both of them have come to me unsure of where to look and what monologues to look for.
I informed them that their monologues, whatever they may choose, must be in verse...
The slight worry in their eyes prompted me to assure them I'd definitely help them find monologues.
Junia has done some investigating and has settled for a monologue by Viola in Twelfth Night, though she wasn't sure if it was in verse or not.
Luckily, it is.
Another lucky fact is that she and I live together and I can help her along.
And Josh is searching for a few here on the wonderful world wide web, so I know he'll come up with something great.
For myself, I've narrowed it down to a few.
I'm going read them over, get a feel for the situations and figure out the emotions in the words.
YAY!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Theatre.... just a thought.... aka rant

If you have not been living under a rock lately, you know that I've been slathering myself with everything theatrical.
It should leave little to no doubt then that I have been concentrating on that very subject.
Within the past 24 hours, I've been contemplating something specifically.
Actors.
More specifically, actors who unknowingly screw themselves out of future theatrical endeavours.
This is something I have experienced with a couple of different theatre groups, so I cannot say this disease centered on one in particular.
If you are still scratching your head, I shall elaborate...
When performing in ANY given production, you should be mindful of those around you, whether they be your fellow cast mates or production crew.
Why?
Because if you, for instance, act like a totally jerk, or a diva, towards your current director or fellow cast members, you run the grand risk of offending future directors, thus potentially screwing yourself out of any fun future roles.
If you are snarky, smarmy, or obnoxiously rude to the director, you run the MAJOR risk of pissing said director off.
If you get the right director, you may find yourself kicked out of the cast and replaced.
You may also find that this director seems all too ready to kill you.
Why?
Perhaps it's because you are a ginormous tool.
Just a thought.
Another thing to keep in mind is this:
If you are inconsistently missing rehearsals over the span of a month or two, chances are you've pissed the director off.
If yoy have legit reasons that you've already discussed with the director, groovy.
BUT, if you just decide to do something else rather than show up for rehearsal, you are also and ginorous tool.
Once again, you've probably also pissed your fellow cast mates (and potential future directors) off as well.

If you aren't happy with the fact that the director has given you a large sum of notes for your character, suck it up.
If they want you to write the notes down, do it.
If you feel it's unfair, WAIT until after rehearsal and have a heart-to-heart with the director.
Chances are if you are a lead or main role you will get a buttload of notes.
Welcome to theatre.

Bottom line........
-The director is a almighty force behind the production.
-Fighting with them could ruin your chances for advancement in future productions.
-Being a diva/jerk only pisses people off.
-People talk.

Just a thought....

Thursday, July 23, 2009

I almost died today.

So.
Driving down 270 today.
Actually up, as I was headed to Josh's.
Anywhoo, I started to merge left, and this bumhole comes flying up next to me, causing me to swerve back into my lane.
OF COURSE, I hit a patch of water and start swerving uncontrollably.
I'm praying and swearing at the same time as my car swerves so much that I actually spin around and across the three lanes.
I spin, see the cars behind me, and suddenly I'm perfectly still, on the side of the road.
I should have gone flying through the trees to god only knows where.
But I didn't.
I went from the center lane, facing the opposite direction, to the side of the road, a safe distance from the rest of the traffic.
And my car stopped.
I didn't crash.
I didn't get hurt.
I just sat there shaking.
As I finally regained enough composure to continue down the road, I realized what had happened.
I had a small moment where I realize how foolish I am to doubt God's presence in my life.
I could've hit someone.
I could've been injured.
My car, as large and awkward as it is, could've toppled over.
It should have.
But that didn't happen.
Hmm.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

THEATRETHEATRETHEATRE, continued....

I just updated my Theatre Resume and had to laugh.
It has gotten to the point where I will need to make two separate theatre resumes: one for acting experience, and one for production experience, i.e. directing, set, make-up, etc.
lol
By the end of this year, I will definitely add Kidsummer Night's Dream to the list as my third attempt at directing.
If all goes well, I shall have also added another production in the acting category.
As my heart is set on being in Taming of the Shrew, I have decided to forfeit auditioning for Arsenic and Old Lace.
It was a painful decision since Arsenic is one of my utmost favorite shows.
However, Taming of the Shrew would prove more fun and a far better acting experience, plus it's another chance to work with Danielle and with Rosebriar.
The choice was a no-brainer.
I shall skip the Arsenic auditions on July 26th and 27th, and focus on getting a fabulous monologue or two together for Shrew Audtions on August 22nd and 24th.
Now, if I am not chosen to be one of the few women in Shrew (What a sad thought), I'll lick my wounds and maybe audition for the next RTP production, Quiet On the Set.
But I really hope that doesn't happen.

Luckily, I have found a few more monologues!!
yay!

http://shakespeare-monologues.org/womenindex.shtml

The Merry Wives of Windsor
Act II, sc. 1 (line 1 - prose)
MISTRESS PAGE

What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see.
Reads
'Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry, so am I; ha, ha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page,--at the least, if the love of soldier can suffice,--that I love thee. I will not say, pity me; 'tis not a soldier-like phrase: but I say, love me. By me, Thine own true knight, By day or night, Or any kind of light, With all his might For thee to fight, JOHN FALSTAFF'
What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with age to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard picked--with the devil's name!--out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth: Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

THE COMEDY OF ERRORS


A monologue from Act II, Scene ii

by: William Shakespeare


ADRIANA: Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown.
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects;
I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.
The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow
That never words were music to thine ear,
That never object pleasing in thine eye,
That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
That never meat sweet-savored in thy taste,
Unless I spake, or looked, or touched, or carved to thee.
How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
That thou art then estrangèd from thyself?
Thyself I call it, being strange to me!
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
And take unmingled thence that drop again
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious,
And that this body, consecrate to thee,
By ruffian lust should be contaminate!
Wouldst thou not spit at me, and spurn at me,
And hurl the name of husband in my face,
And tear the stained skin off my harlot-brow,
And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
I know thou canst, and therefore see thou do it.
I am possessed with an adulterate blot;
My blood is mingled with the crime of lust.
For if we two be one, and thou play false,
I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
Being strumpeted by the contagion.
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed;
I live distained, thou undishonerèd.

THE MERCHANT OF VENICE


A monologue from Act III, Scene ii

by: William Shakespeare


PORTIA: You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,
Such as I am. Though for myself alone
I would not be ambitious in my wish
To with myself much better, yet for you
I would be trebled twenty times myself,
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich,
That only to stand high in your account,
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account. But the full sum of me
Is sum of something -- which, to term in gross,
Is an unlessoned girl, unschooled, unpractised;
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn; happier than this,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
Happiest of all, is that her gentle spirit
Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Myself and what is mine to you and yours
Is now converted. But now I was the lord
Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,
Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now,
This house, these servants, and this same myself
Are yours, my lord's. I give them with this ring,
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
Let it presage the ruin of your love
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

A monologue from Act I, Scene iii


by: William Shakespeare


NURSE: Even or odd, of all the days in the year,
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Susan and she (God rest all Christian souls!)
Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me. But, as I said,
On Lammas Eve at night she shall be fourteen;
That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
And she was weaned (I never shall forget it),
Of all the days of the year, upon that day;
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall.
My lord and you were then at Mantua.
Nay, I do bear a brain. But, as I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy [1] and fall out with the dug!
Shake, quoth the dovehouse! [2] 'Twas no need, I trow [3],
To bid me trudge [4].
And since that time it is eleven years,
For then she could stand high-lone [5]; nay, by th' rood [6],
She could have run and waddled all about;
For even the day before, she broke her brow;
And then my husband (God be with his soul!
'A was a merry man) took up the child.
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidam [7],
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To see now how a jest shall come about!
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it. 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he,
And, pretty fool, it stinted [8] and said 'Ay.'

http://www.theatrehistory.com/plays/monologues.html

Saturday, July 18, 2009

THEATRETHEATRETHEATRE

So far we have been graced with two successful performances.
Today's audience wasn't a large as one would like, but the kids were marvelous.
I'm so very proud of them.
Since the past few days have been RUSHRUSHRUSH with little rest, it should not surprise a soul that we resolved to sequester ourselves within the refuge of our living room.
Mom and I were so delighted to be able to sit down and watch the Taming of the Shrew, which we've had in our possession for a few days, yet haven't been able to watch.
I have never seen it, and it's her favorite version, with Elizabeth Taylor (of course), so when she found out that I was/am dying to audition for Shrew, she insisted that we watch the movie.
GO-O-O-OOOOOLLY!
After reading the play this past weekend, I fell in love with the story, but this movie totally blew my mind, only adding to my desires to be in the show.
It also adds to the urgency to find a perfect monologue for the audition.
Junia also feels this urgency as she also wishes to audition.
Thus, the search continues...

Thursday, July 16, 2009

My life in the theatre... (or My life IS the theatre)

Tomorrow is opening night for my show.
I am amazed all this time has passed already.
the kids have done a wonderful job, together and individually.
The next two weekends will be one great show after another.
Because I so love chaos in all its many forms and cannot possibly be happy with little to nothing to do, I'm also doing Midsummer Night's Dream with Rosebriar.
lol
In truth, I volunteered to step in and play a fairy (Cobweb, to be exact) when they lost a few cast members.
And I am so happy to do it.
Steve has a vision for this show and it is unique and fun.
Plus, the cast is made up of a variety of actors, which always makes for a good time.
For the past week, I've been zooming from RTP up to Groveport, rehearsal to rehearsal.
A life of theatre.
Tomorrow night, after the RTP performance, my merry making will be short-lived as I have to scurry up to Steve's house to join he and several other cast members for a music rehearsal.
I laughed when I realized I'll be doing performances for the next four weekends.
lol
It's a great feeling.
And who needs sanity anyways?

Oh, on top of all of this hustle and bustle, I must find monologues for Rosebriar's Taming of the Shrew auditions.
AUGH!
I really must stop thinking.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Do you ever feel like you just can't win?

Have you ever had one of those moments where you can't help but feel like one of your loved ones or one of your favorite people just don't care?
And it may not at all be that they don't care, but somehow they give off that air or they say something that prompts the immediate feelings of being hurt and feeling like you aren't worth their time.
I've recently had one of those moments.
And it doesn't matter that ALL of the good and positive comments and energies I have received from this person out way the negative.
It doesn't matter to my irrational brain because I'm still hurt.
And it will probably eat at me until I talk to them again, at which point I probably won't bring up the subject and will just pretend like nothing happened and all is well.
Why?
Because I am female.
And we women love the drama.
Knowing this, of course, only adds to my personal frustrations and misery that are currently plaguing me.
*SIGH*
Do you ever feel like you just can't win?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Why? Dear GOD, WHY???????? (Another Rant...)

What genius originally decided wearing pajama bottoms out in public was a good idea?
What smarmy, white trash high school dropout first said, "You know what would be a great idea? Just rolling out of bed and walk out into acceptable society. Oh, can't forget to stop at the Wal-marts to get baby food!"
My dear Lord in heaven above, WHY?
Citizens and whatnot of the world, I implore you all to STOP this terrible crime of fashion failure and self degradation.
For those of you who are of the lower class standard,the wearing of PJ's for ANY purpose outside your home only adds to the sweeping "white trash" stereotype by which a lot of people who see you in such garb are judging you.
(I apologize for I do it from time to time as well.)
To those of you who are NOT of the lower class, those of you who can afford clothing, are mentally capable of dressing yourselves, and are not financially hindered by more than one child, I point my shame finger.
Shame on you!
If you are over the age of 17, and you have donned Pajama bottoms outside of your place of residence, you should be beaten.
If you are over the age of 5 but under the age of 17, and you have donned Pajama Bottoms outside of your place of residence, your parents should be beaten.
That's pretty much it.
Despite your personal point of view, you are of a minute group of people who are of the mind that being in sleepwear when dining out or shopping is acceptable.
Everyone else thinks you look ridiculous.
period.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

My Happy 4th...........

So, we didn't get to go to the fireworks or the fest.
It was raining.
However, we had the most delightful time with mom's parents, Josh, and Tyler.
After eating, dad somehow got grandma and grandpa hooked onto Wii bowling (LMAO), while Ju, Mom, Tyler, Josh, and I played Apples to Apples.
After the grandparents left, we taught Josh how to play Hand and Foot.
Soooooooooo much fun.
Then Josh and I finished watching Tommy.
He spent most of the movie saying, "Um... Okay."
LOL.
Gosh, it was a really awesome day, despite the lack of BOOM.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Another moment of reflection...

In a previous blog, I asked what 2009 would have in store for me....
http://rtpgurl.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-2008-more.html
Then, in another blog, I stated this:
I think it is safe to say that by April 5th, four major events will have occurred/have occured....
1.) I am FINALLY dating Josh Boley.
2.) Samantha will FINALLY present Baby Ava to the world.
3.) I will have successfully directed my first show.
4.) I will have turned 22 on March 30th.
VERY exciting stuff.


It's Fourth of July, meaning 2009 is half way over, so I felt like another moment of reflection was due.
1.) I am dating Josh and we are as happy as two young kids can be.
2.) Sam had Ava on April 4th at 4:03 am.
3.) Treasure Island ended well, and everyone enjoyed their experience.
4.) I am 22. Yay.
5.) Junia graduated on May 17th.
6.)I am simultaneously preparing for three major theatrical events:
- Opening my second production, Wizard of Wonderland, on July 17th.
- Preparing a monologue for my audition for Taming of the Shrew.
- Preparing to memorize some lines if I am indeed needed for Midsummer.
7.) Dad was laid off about a month ago.
8.) Junia and Tyler are FINALLY dating.
9.) I have successfully written a few more reviews for http://theatrevault.com.
10.) Tammy and Mike are expecting their fourth child and FIRST BOY!!!!!!!!
11.) Josh helped me discover a love for Chipotle.

Now, by the end of the year....
1.) I will have started my second year of Musical Theatre classes.
2.) I will have finished my second production (directing) and have moved to my third.
3.) Tammy and Mike will have presented their baby boy to the world.
4.) I will (hopefully) have completed two productions (acting) with Rosebriar.
5.) Josh and I will have celebrated both birthdays, Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas together.
6.) Josh and I will have gone on some sort of crazy adventure.
7.) I will have written more reviews for http://theatrevault.com.
8.) Junia will have turned 18 on October 2nd.
9.) We will have moved into our new house and it will have been furnished and live-able.


Now.
Today cosists of cleaning and cooking.
THEN, Josh and Tyler, or just Josh, will be here around 4.
Once he's here, we're going to plop ourselves down for some TOMMY, since he's never seen it and also possesses a love for the Who.
Dinner is at 5, after which we'll probably finish Tommy, and then scatter off to the Ashville fest.
Sometime within the day, we are meeting up with Tyler and his family.
Then the Fireworks are at 10.
YAY!
I am ever so pumped!

Friday, July 3, 2009

WEATHERVANE STRIKES A DELIGHTFUL CHORD WITH “INTO THE WOODS”

Weathervane Playhouse opens their production of “Into the Woods” this holiday weekend, delivering a Broadway worthy performance. In Act I, the audience is simultaneously re-introduced to the classic, yet somewhat altered fairy tales of Cinderella (Kirstin Flaglor), Jack (Raymond Havey) and the Beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood (Logan Baker), Rapunzel (Samantha Mastrian), and a Baker and His Wife (Jonathan Bragg, Katherine DeBoer), all of whom are wishing for their own personal desires. In Act II, the stories continue on past the usual “Happily Ever After” conclusion, climaxing to slightly chaotic hilarity and lessons well learned.
Though this production boasts a cast of 20 talented performers, each adding to the magic of the story, several characters are sure to steal audience members’ hearts. Morgan McCann certainly grabs your attention as the creepy villainous Wolf, singing “Hello, Little Girl” as he drools over the naive and sweet Little Red Ridinghood, played by the adorable young Baker. Juxtaposed to the vile Wolf, McCann’s version of Cinderella’s Prince may leave several female audience members, this reviewer included, swooning in the aisles with handsome looks and rich tone. Paired with Jesse Adam Koza, his brother and Rapunzel’s Prince, the two receive peals of laughter with their rendition of “Agony.”
Another performer to stand out in the cast is Sara Michalski as the witch behind most of the magic and mischief throughout the story. In Act I she is introduced as an old hag, practically repugnant in appearance. Yet, her touching performances in “Stay with Me” and “Children Will Listen” will reach hearts and draw emotion from the audience.
One would be remiss in not mentioning the performances of Brag and DeBoer. Vocal performances by these two are outstanding. Their chemistry as the husband and wife characters is believable as, together, they attempt the feats that lie before them in their efforts to have a child.
One wonderful characteristic about “Into the Woods” is the reality that is inserted within all the fantasy, almost making the stories all the more believable, and Weathervane’s production certainly holds true to this with the action and emotion, along with the set and lighting, thanks to Scenic Designer Adam Liston. Looking onto the stage, audience members will forget where they are as the set is crafted with trees, branches, and the occasion gust of smoke are positioned about the stage to indeed look like a forest. Whether or not the moment is touching or scary is complemented well with the lighting, designed by Jennifer Sansfacon. Costuming also plays a big part in making the stories believable, and Tory Depew certainly made sure the costume for this show were no exception. Each character’s costume perfectly suited their situation, whether rich poor, young or old. Costumes also gave a fairy tale feel without be too “costume-y.” Bravo! Director Matthew Trombetta certainly must be proud of such an overall successful production.

“Into the Woods” continues this weekend, July 3rd and 4th* and next weekend, July 8th, 9th, 10th, and 11th. All eveing performances begin at 8:00 pm. This production is rated G**. For ticket information and reservations, call (740) 366-4616 or visit www.weathervaneplayhouse.org. Box Office hours are Noon to intermission on Show Days and Noon to 6:00 pm on Non-Show Days. Box Office is closed on Sundays and Mondays.
*July 4th performance begins at 7:00 pm.
**Though rated G, keep in mind that younger children may be slightly frightened by spontaneous and loud sound effects, surprising entrances, and some pyrotechnics.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Billy Mays isn't here anymore....




Just Yesterday I was involved in conversation about the famous Pitchman...
I can't believe he's freaking dead!
Tahrea has a new Rule: NO MORE DYING FOR THE SUMMER!
All celebrities must live til September.
That's it.
Seriously.
At least all of the interesting ones.
First, three MAJOR icons in the TV and music industry.
Now, a beloved spokesman.
Who's next?
Seth MacFarlane?
Harrison Ford?
Oprah?
Jeez...
At this rate, we're going to be left with all the non-talented and un-funny celebs.
And who wants that?!?!?!?

AUGH!
Stop with the dying, already.

Costume Malfunction of the delightful kind




I promised Danielle I would post this picture a couple of weeks ago, and she reminded me of it last night.
THIS, my dears, is a typical case of costume gone OH so wrong.
On the 13th, I hopped over to Groveport for a little function where in I would help promote Rosebriar and all its constituents.
The above mentioned function was the opening of the new children's Center in Groveport, and there were a variety of different people and characters there, including but not limited to Smokey The Bear.
Ol' Smokey didn't appear until we, the Rosebriar Gang, were heading home.
SO, seeing THIS image as we walked out the building caused quite a stir amongst we ever so mature thespians.

Moral of the story: When attending a function or event involving children, PLEASE be sure your outfit/costume doesn't sag in all the wrong places.

:o)

Saturday, June 27, 2009

MJ and Farrah... RIP

I felt so strange when I thought about this:
Michael Jackson died.
You never think about these things until they happen, you know?
You almost expect these people to live forever, that they'll be around for your children and other future members of the world to recognize and follow (or despise), and MJ was definitely a staple in the music community.
Everyone knows who Michael Jackson is/was.
When discussing a celebrity of that caliber, you don't need to explain who you are talking about.
And now, I suddenly realize that when I have a kid or my little cousins get older, if/when they hear one of his songs, are ask who he is, it'll be a past-tense explanation.
How strange.
And no disrespect to Farrah.
She was an Icon, though for different reasons.
I really admire that she publicly suffered with the cancer, not hiding it like so many celebrities tend to do.
And it took courage, especially for someone who was made famous for being a sexual Icon, so to speak.
When I heard of each of their deaths, I couldn't help but silently prayed that, in their final moments, all was well between them and God.

It has been a strange week for us all.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

RHPS nerd-dom

Things I Learned From RHPS:

Billboards do not belong in cemeteries.
Sluts cannot read.
Transvestites are easily mistaken for vampires.
The secret to life is sno-cone flavoring.
It is difficult to tell the difference between your lithe girlfriend and a hairy transvestite.
Never piss off the guy holding an electric knife.
Do not piss off the same guy if he is indiscriminately turning people into stone.
Fishnet stockings cure paralysis.
Rainbows are caused by antigravity drives.

I may be a total dork, but I am so happy to have finally found a website that lists the RHPS audience call backs/outs...
http://www.badmovies.org/movies/rockyhorror/audience/audience_pg01.html

Monday, June 22, 2009

Contemplations.....

As usual, I find myself on the brink of yet another audition.
Rosebriar will be holding auditions for Taming of The Shrew.
As I know only a little of this show and all that is involved, I must, once again, delve deeply into my Complete Works of Shakespeare and figure out what's going on.
As of right now, I know this much.
http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/shrew/summary.html
I will learn more as time goes on.
For now, my main theatrical focus, obviously, is Wizard of Wonderland.
Luckily, auditions should take place in late July, early August, after the children's production is over.
In the meantime,I shall attempt to gather up enough information to familiarize myself with the story and the script to secure some sort of thought process as to who the heck all these people are, and for whom I would like to audition.

But now, alas, to work I go.........

Sunday, June 21, 2009

BCTCo’s “FUNNY MONEY” lives up to its title

Bread and Circus Theatre Company opened this past Friday with Ray Cooney’s baudy and very British Funny Money, directed by Manny Flowers. The cast is led by Howard Carpenter and Jessica Russell, who play Henry A. Perkins and his wife, Jean, a couple who has accidently found themselves with a grand fortune. The true hilarity starts when Henry reveals to Jean that the money isn’t really his.
Don’t be thrown by the obvious age difference between Carpenter and Russell; they do a wonderful job together as the Perkins couple, working well off each other and the rest of the cast. Audience members will be delighted by Carpenter’s animated facial expressions and gestures throughout the show, always sharing Henry Perkins’ true emotion. Russell does a splendid job as Jean Perkins, who becomes more jumpy and hysterical with each turn of events.
This reviewer was pleased with the supporting cast, each playing their roles and continuing the farcical humor with every line and action. Mony Carpenter and Keith Maloney add several doses of humor and mishaps to the story as Betty and Vic Johnson, who come to celebrate Henry’s birthday and, instead, find themselves thrown into the money mix-up and hysterical happenings. The plot continues with the separate entrances of Detective Sergeants Cecil Davenport (Ralph Butts) and Reginald Slater (Dwight Shumway), both trying to get to the bottom of their own investigations. Butts does a great job as the jokester Davenport, getting his own share of laughs from the audiences. Shumway’s exaggerated accent and facial expressions positively add to Slater’s no nonsense and quickly exasperated personality. Another role that is sure to render laughs is Bill, the quick-witted Taxi Driver, potrayed by Aynn Kilburger Titchenal, who obviously isn’t afraid of a little gender-bending. The last character to emerge onstage is the long anticipated Mister Big. Though his time onstage is short-lived, Albert Vest’s Big does well in striking fear into the other character’s and adding the final plot twist to the production.
This production takes place within and around the Perkins household in present day London suburbs. Action centers mainly in the living room of the Perkins household, which is simply furnished. One might be a bit surprised to find that the walls of this set aren’t the typical theatre flats, but long sections of patterned fabric. Also surprising, especially for a farce, is the lack of actual doors, a move intentionally made by Flowers and Set Designer Mimi Ferrari-Ninde. This aspect of the set may give off a slight funky, cartoonish vibe, but certainly doesn’t detract from the goings-on of the production, though some movement (blocked or not) and set pieces do create for several moments of up-staging and uncomfortable positioning for the actors during the show.
One mishap this reviewer picked up on was the slightly inconsistent British accents, which is not an uncommon problem with community theatre. With that, certain lines were a bit incoherent or garbled in attempts to do accents. Fortunately, these are certainly not major problems and are overshadowed by the fine acting and the hilarious script. Running just over two hours, FUNNY MONEY proves to be a truly great production of which all BCTCo members should be proud.
If you missed opening weekend, you are in luck! Funny Money continues on June 26th, and 27th at 8 PM, in the all-new Harmony Artistic Center, 3979 Parkway Lane, in Hilliard.
Tickets are $12 for Adults and $10 for students. For more information, call 614-470-4895, or check out www.bctco.org



This reviewer only found a few minor drawbacks within this production: Several moments of upstaging and inconsistent accents.

Epic fail....

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Monday, June 15, 2009

Uh-oh, she's ranting about texting (so you know it's good.)

I love texting.
Everyone who knows me has seen me text several times before.
They also know that it's my main mode of communication.
In my book, if you're debating between texting or calling me, always text (first, at least.)
I love it.
Unless you text me when I'm asleep.
Then, I'm totally NOT in love with either texting or the person who sent me the message.
SO, I feel I must lay down a rule or two.
(This may be a rant.)
Now, one may wonder, "Tahrea, if you don't want people calling and texting you while you are asleep, why do you have your phone around or even on?"
Good question.
My mother, and up until last week my father, works 3rd shift, which means she doesn't get home until 6:30, 7:00 am every morning.
I keep my phone on in case of emergency.
(Don't question my reasons...)
Now, rule of thumb is this:
I usually wake up around 8:30, 9:00 am everyday.
When I receive a message at 7:30 am and it wakes me up (and trust me, it does), I tend to get a little heated.
Especially if the night before wasn't full of rest and pleasant dreams.
The problem is when the phone goes off and wakes me up, I automatically think it's the alarm.
When I reach for the phone and realize in the process that the phone whistled instead of the obnoxious alarm, meaning someone sent me a message and shook me awake, I get especially aggravated.
I really lose my mind if the message contains a innocuous note that could've wait at least a couple of hours.
I have a few friends who get to bed around the same time I'm getting up, or maybe earlier, much like mom.
To them I say if you want to text or even call me, wait til you wake up in the afternoon or evening, when we are BOTH awake, to contact me.
ARGH.
All the same rules apply if you, GOD forbid, decided to call me.
Trust me...
If you don't want to find yourself on my daily scorn list, don't bother me until after....... 9 am.
It's a good rule by which to live.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Who wants a rant????

Lately, business has been picking up at the Table, which is awesome.
So much so that we have an extra server on the lunch shift to help man the chaos that often ensues.
Except Mondays.
Like today.
I woke up today feeling a bit under the weather and almost considered calling off, yet something told me I had better not.
When I got to work, Jen informed me that we had a significant reservation at 11:30 for about 15 people, and that we were going to set them up in the back dining room.
As we began the lunch, the dining room quickly filled with folks and Ben prepared the back for the expected group, as he was their designated server.
11:30 came and went.
No group.
Come 12:15, a couple of people began trickling in.
In a matter of 10-15 minutes, it became clear that the group well exceeded the originally established number of 15.
(Ben later guessed about 20+ people)
He then said I was to man the dining room, with Jen's help, so that he could properly accomodate the group.
Not a problem.
Then things got hairy...
The lunch rush surged with no signs of relent, and Ben was rushrushrushing to disperse drinks to the ever restless group in the back.
THEN came the lunch orders.
Buuuuuurrrrrrrrr.....
Not only did all of them order some combination of the unlimited lunch special, but several of them had "special request/modifications" to their meals.
As Jen and I tried to keep the dining room to a minimal amount of chaos, and the kitchen staff strived to chucked out the plates of food as we were keying them in, Ben approached the computer to begin the 3 to 5 minute period in which he had to key in all of the food orders for his group.
Along with the special request/modifications, mind you.
(OH, and keep this in mind:
Shortly after they arrived, they quickly informed Ben that they had to be back to their place of work by 1:30.)
I'm pretty sure the kitchen staff began to pray and swear when they realized they were about to be UBER slammed.
Now, usually the kitchen staff, much like any kitchen staff (I assume), approaches each ticket in the order they are received.
Sometimes if it's slower, they can juggle multiple tickets.
UNFORTUNATELY, this was not the case, and this large group's order completely monopolized the kitchen and all its contents, leaving the rest of the restaurant to wonder where the hell their food was.
This led to Jen and I flitting about, refilling drinks, practically hysterical, trying to keep everyone happy, and assuring them that their food was "only a few minutes away."
Ha.
I also completely just told the truth whenever possible and explained that the large, inconsiderate group in the back was completely monopolized the kitchen and no one else was going to get their food for a good while.
Of course, it was worded MUCH nicer, since I wanted to keep my job...
THEN, after they got their food and were able to eat, they wanted to re-ordered.
Somehow or another, their re-orders quickly became To-Go.
I'm assuming it was because they had to leave for their 1:30 thing.
More monopolizing.
More diners waiting.
SOOOOO many To-Go containers.
Jen looked pissed.
Ben looked like he was going to cry.
I was ready to collapse.
Once they all left, Ben recounted us in a conversation he had with one of the women in the group.
Apparently, the woman remarked on the "poor Service" and couldn't believe we didn't have more servers on.
Ben, as nicely as he could, reminded her that they had made the reservation for only15 people and that, had they given us the correct amount, there would've been three servers.
He was also nice enough NOT to mention the fact that they showed up later than expected, right in the middle of our lunch rush.
:o/
Jen and I were horrified to find that the majority of those people didn't even tip him.
We were all a bit heated about that one.

It was a pretty tragic day, to say the least.
And to think...
I almost called off today...