As promised, here is the obligatory blog that includes photos from my show at Hard Rock. Despite any effort my friend made to capture exciting moments on stage, they were all thwarted by a flailing arm, strategically placed flag, a mic, etc. They are as mysterious as my profile pic, but undoubtedly me (that is if you really know me).

So, we'll start the little slide show with photo #1.

Here I am singing with the band. Note the angle that captures my hand right in front of my face.


Moving onto picture #2.

Here I am twirling flags in one of the dances.


Okay, and that moves us onto the second dance. This is the killer pop 'n lock routine...and this is the memory I get to keep from it.



Thrilling, really.

It wasn't an entire bust though.

Here I am during the curtain call...looking slightly blurry, but very cute.


Well, I hope you've enjoyed this little glimpse into my performing life as much as I've enjoyed sharing it with all of you.

Stay tuned for scenes from my next project when I enter the first ever pageant for Miss Mistaken Identity.

One more of me singing for good measure.

SESQUIPEDALIAN

As with most creative streaks, my ability to weave a tapestry of interesting and thoughtful blogs has been interrupted by life. I find myself with little time to actually sit down at the computer and even less time to put all my thoughts into writing. However, I felt in necessary to take a little break, breathe and search for some clarity.



Since the tornado rolled in around October, I've been whirling and spinning and I'm just now being dropped to find my bearings. I've flown across the country six times...I think...it may have even been more. I've gone back and forth form working, to playing, to being with family and being alone. During that time I've been learning a new dance form (severely out of my comfort zone, meaning not tap, jazz or ballet) and seriously having doubts that the right audition will come around any time soon.



For anyone who is interested, I'll be performing at the Hard Rock on Monday and Tuesday in a benefit showcase. I'm singing, acting and dancing...hip hop...you may never see that again. Yep, I'm a fly girl. Pop 'n lock routine all in place, dropin' like it's hot and all that shit. Oh, there will be pictures posted.



Work has been sssloooooow slow. It's the after holidays lull. There just aren't that many people who are thinking "wow, New York is so beautiful when it's dreary and cold and all the decorations have been taken down, and people are angry because the have to go to work in the cold, and you can't really go anywhere or see anything because the wind freezes your eyeballs". Hence the income has been on a slow and steady decline. Surpringly though, my spirits are up. I've enjoyed the people I work with and have made a few new friends, always a plus.



After the HRC showcase, I'm hoping to have more time to focus on my professional goals. I need another show and as much as I love hearing about all my friends who are working in the biz, it still makes my heart hurt a little because I'm not. January is almost over though, and it's always the hardest month for me to get through.







who will be her lighthouse

when she's lost in the cold

Possible Translations

"I forgot we're married."
"I forgot everything we've been through together."
"I forgot you forgave me."
"I forgot to tell you what's on my mind."
"I forgot that you love me."

"I forgot that I loved you, must have slipped my mind."


I didn't forget.

My plans to tour with MAME...foiled

Well, my first audition was a bust, but there is a silver lining to this dark storm cloud.

I arrived at the audition with high hopes, the list wasn't very long and I saw many young people. All the female roles in the show call for mature adults and since I'm nearing 30, well, that's me. I really had to laugh at all of them, primping with curling irons, applying lipstick and caking on the make-up. Do they even know what they are auditioning for. The only possible role in the show that any of them could play is Agnus Gooch, a dowdy secretary type.

I practiced and prepared last night, found the perfect song and that was all the preparation necessary. Did I dress up? Absolutely not. Did I wear a skirt or dress? Nope. Was I still too stylish? Well, when am I ever not stylish. Honestly though, I wore pants, a sweater and my new little BC canvas flats. I wore very little make-up, just mascara and lip gloss. I was just plain jane...just me, no effort.

I didn't even get to sing for the casting director. He knew exactly what he wanted as far as a look and so the type casting began. We all filed into the room, ten at a time, and let him oogle us up and down (this is the part where I feel like a piece of meat). He gave me a wry smile and then chose a girl further down the line. Her hair was disheveled and the unkempt outfit she was donning was truly dreadful. But that's what they wanted to see, FRUMPY, FRUMPY, FRUMPY. All the pretty girls, not the one's trying too hard, but the natural beauties, were sent out of the room. It was a little boost to the morale when I realized I was joining them.

Although I wasn't even able to audition, I feel kind of nice knowing that I just can't be considered frumpy.

Next audition is on Sunday.

Nothing but savages in this town

Someone at work stole my flair. Don't laugh. We have to wear these pins on our uniform, some of them gifts, some of them purchased and some of them earned. Well, I had all the flair out for the holidays (aides in the tipping department) and was going through the routine of changing in the locker area when some ballsy bastard stole my uniform. In a matter of seconds it was gone. I placed it over the door to my locker, bent down to tie my shoes, turned around and it was gone. How ridiculous. Around 20 pins that I would definitely recognize if I saw and they really won't bring in that much on eBay. I'm kind of disgusted with humans in general today.



I have my first audition of the year this Friday...(in a whisper)...tell me I'm gonna kick some ass.

Resolutions , My Ass

I think this could possibly be the laziest day worldwide. I must include myself in this broad statement. I didn't get out of bed until 2:00pm and I stayed in my cozy p.j.'s until almost 5:00pm. Then it was a long fairy dust bath while listening to my iPod and slowly watching all the bubbles in my bath disappear.



I will make no resolutions this year because I have no idea what life holds for me. I want no expectations and less pressure in my life. This doesn't mean I don't still have goals. I will always be striving to reach my goals and fulfill my dreams. That doesn't change, but I don't want a timeline. I'm still young and have plenty of years left.



How quickly this year slipped through my fingers. Was I having fun? That's what they say happens to time when it moves too fast. Honestly from April until the end of the year is a complete blur. I don't really know what I did, if I accomplished anything or did one thing of significant value. I have to say from April on was Tyler's year. It was his time to shine. He found a dream job in sports and now his reason for living in New York is much more justified than mine. What a change for him though. His entire countenance has changed. He is happy for the first time since we've moved and maybe long before that. He has a potential career and it's something he looks forward to doing. I had a little taste of that for a while and I can't think of anything worse than having it, then having it taken away from you and not being able to get it back. But that's my career choice and I have a lifetime of that to look forward to. It's not that I'm masochistic, but I kind of like that life. Not really knowing what's next, putting myself out there to be disparaged or extolled. Maybe I’m able to do this because I’m more aware now about what defines my success. I have a better understanding of what’s important in life. Does this come from age and experience? I don’t know. What I do know is that I appreciate all of the examples in my life that have taught me how to recognize and sort my priorities.



Happy New Year, I'm sure it will be if that's what I choose to make of it.