4 adult men watching Barbie’s a Pony Tale because of that small fry up front. Girl Boss – at the age of 2.
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dammit
As a mother I try to avoid profanity as much as possible so in moments of utter frustration I tend to huff really loud similar to an animal giving birth.
something like: uggggghhhhhhhhhHHHHHH in various tones and pitches.
However, O just informed me “when something goes wrong, I need to yell DAMMIT really loud“.
Sounds legit.
four
Can’t believe this kid is 4. Everyone says Christmas babies get screwed and maybe later in life a birthday near Christmas will suck but for now I am convinced we are doing a pretty good job spoiling her – especially because she woke up and said “It’s my birthday again???”. hmmm
She’s all girl, twirly dresses, Barbie’s, my little ponies and make-up. She’s recently into acting and selfie’s, I might be in trouble…
Love her so so much! My little princess.
things just got real
I just got accepted into my first principal database by a known local casting director. I am on cloud nine right now. I don’t know the significance of that saying but I know it’s supposed to be very awesome and I feel very awesome right now.
I auditioned for this office back and January and never got a call back. So I knew I sucked. That is actually why I decided to do the Improv and the Theatre classes. Guess it has finally paid off! Now if I could just book a gig…
I performed the monologue I studied in class at MET during the summer session. I even got real tears going! It felt good!
So now when (ahem – speaking) roles become available for ladies with my stats I will be emailed to go audition. I can’t wait!!!!
18-months!
This little turkey is now 18 months. She so crazy.
Favorite Show: Bubble Guppies.
Calls Oakley – KiKi
Loves Baby Dolls, kitty cats, rocking horses, Chap-stick and pulling her sisters hair.
wild canoeing
C’s brother and wife invited us wild canoeing. I know that’s not actually a thing but it was canoeing in the wild, we would be canoeing all day and then set up camp on the river bank, then canoe again all the next day to get back down to our trucks. I was totally excited to do something so crazy, but C was like, uh — whaaaaat, that sounds like so much work. It took some persistence but I finally convinced C that we were going hard-core wild canoeing. He was absolutely certain that I wouldn’t make it but I assured him I could survive.
I packed only the essentials since we would be loa ding all our stuff on our canoe for the two day trip. I was actually really freaking out because I had never done this before and I was worried we were going to flip and all our gear would get soaked and we would be in the middle of nowhere, cold, wet and hungry. Or we would just get eaten by a bear. It could happen.
We never flipped, it was awesome and I had so much fun. I did however have a hard time sleeping because I was terrified a bear was going to eat me. Luckily I am still here today to happily report we didn’t see any bears. Lots of fishing! –no bears, thank god.
Ensemble Theatre
I hate theatre, harsh I know. I thought it was cheesy and who in the duck can memorize an entire script anyway? But this is my year of trying new things and getting out of my comfort zone so I signed up for an adult acting class at the community theatre.
Class one was cool. There was about 7 people in the first class and I warmed up pretty fast. We did some emotional exercises and some warm ups but all together it set up a good feel for what was to come.
Class two on the other hand was a bit more surprising, about 12 people showed up. All races, ages and mixes. A real melting pot, which is cool. Class started like normal –a warm up to get our creative and emotional juices flowing, we had to circle around passing the emotion. Then came the weird stuff…
We were given a monologue directory at the end of the first class and were told to at least memorize the first sentence of a choice monologue. We then performed the first sentence of our monologue whilst thrusting different emotions from our hips. Imagine dry humping the air with your hips and hands, palms up. (I know my mom will eventually be reading this and probably seriously reconsider sending my kid brother there for any form of drama camp but it isn’t as bad as it sounds.) It actually, surprisingly made a lot of sense. We did a 10 count of thrusting – counting, then we made some weird noise while doing it, then we said our line. We did, happy, sad and angry. It made you try the line in different emotions and stop thinking about what you were saying and just go with it. It did make for an awkward conversation when I got home and C asked me what I did in class…
Just go with it. If I can dry hump my way through my monologue in front of a live audience, what else am I capable of?
3 year old talk
they hear everything There is something to be said for hearing or seeing yourself through the actions and voice of your child. That certainly sounds sentimental and deep but that’s definitely not where I was going with this. I was … Continue reading