Monday, November 30, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The girls in my family have an inside joke about auditions and performances. I don’t think I even know how it started, but the rule is, if you are asked whether or not you can do something, anything, the answer is yes. Who here can juggle? (raise hand). Back handsprings? Yup. Can you do a triple pirouette? Yes I can. You get the idea.
Well, last Monday I auditioned for Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. (This would be my third time doing this show). The Hale Center Theatre is the only one in the valley that doesn’t perform on Sundays, so even though it is an hour away in traffic, I decided to give it a shot. I got there 10 minutes early and the lobby was full of people and it looked like everyone knew each other, most in dance clothes and stretching out. I was suddenly really glad I wore my stretchy capris.
Anyway, they split us up into 4 groups of 20 and I was in the first group to learn the dance. Then we split up in smaller groups to dance for the director, blah blah blah, moving on. As we sat there after the last small group had danced, the director started asking the girls one by one if they could do the splits. I started to giggle to myself. I was finally going to get the chance to raise my hand and claim I can do something I really can’t! “Raise your hand if you can juggle.” “Who here can do a triple pirouette?” Me! Me! Inside I was thinking I couldn’t do the splits right now if someone held me at gun point, but of course I’m saying I can…until after asking the first 4 girls he says, “I guess I should be having you do these.” Crud! Knot in stomach forms. ….There is no stinking way, I just had a baby! Not to mention I lost all flexibility years ago. He told us we would be doing the splits before the singing portion of the audition.
At this point the 60 other people in the lobby hadn’t done anything yet, so we left the stage and waited while they all learned the dance. During that hour plus, I watched all these other girls stretch out for the splits…..and most of them were real dancers. I did a couple token stretches here and there, pretending like I couldn’t touch my toes because I wasn’t really trying, not because I wasn’t capable, which I wasn’t. When we finally went back in to sing, the choreographer said we would all do the “jump splits” first, then sing our songs. I was about sixth on the list, so I had very little time to think of how to get out of it. (By the way, jump splits are not a toe touch, it means to jump up and then fall into the splits). As a last vain attempt, when my name was called I stood up and said in a joking tone, “I had a baby three months ago, doesn’t that qualify me for a get out of jail free card?” The director and the choreographer both smiled and gave a chuckle…and then the room went quiet and everyone was staring at me. I stared back and waited a second…..
Isn’t anyone going to stop me?
No. So, I shrugged and knowing full well that I would hurt myself jumped up and went down into the splits….all….. the… way …down! Adrenaline is a beautiful thing. I was so shocked I kind of stared at my legs for second, then stood up and tried to act natural. I haven’t done the splits since 2002. It was an audition miracle!
Wednesday callbacks did not have the same magic. After we all did the dance he went around asking if anyone could do special leaps or tricks. The guys did some tumbling, but none of the girls were doing anything, and I DO NOT know what possessed me, but I raised my hand and said I could do a side switch leap. ….probably the most difficult leap I ever did in my dancing days. Why, why did I say that? SO he asked me to do it and I gave it my best shot, the leap was pretty darn good but I landed on my butt. Yes, right on my rear. ( honestly a common way to fall when learning to do that leap, but still). The choreographer said, well, the mechanics are there! Awesome.
Then he split the girls into three groups of seven to read parts and I read the part of Dorkas…..when it got to the part that Millie tells us she’s getting married and we’re supposed to “ad lib” I tried to think of what a hussy would say to that. So I said, “Lucky!” But it came out sounding just like Napoleon Dynamite says it and the director doubled over and laughed out loud for a long time.
As it would turn out, they must have been looking for someone who would try to weasel out of the splits, gracefully fall flat on her butt, and do a good Napoleon Dynamite impersonation, because by some miracle they cast me anyway.
If you’re looking for me, I’ll be at rehearsal.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Of course the answer is no, thank you. Who in their right mind says "Yes, please!" to that question? Except maybe a 12 year-old boy. (Or any age boy, but we're straying from the point).
The best part about that question is that no matter the answer, they always show you the gross thing anyway:
See? Told ya. Didn't you wake up this morning and think today I want to see clumps of Mandy's hair? No? Hm. Sorry about that.
Ladies, (I assume most people who see this blog are female.....although after that picture it's probably the gentlemen who didn't immediately close the browser window in disgust) this is after one shower. ONE. This has been going on for weeks and weeks. And that's not even the worst picture I could've taken! When will the insanity end?
I know I'm not alone in this, many women lose hair after pregnancy. My sisters lose their hair after they have babies. Actually, twice I have made the unfortunate faux pas of asking, "What happened to that section of hair right in the front of your hairline that is sticking straight up and is only an inch long?" And they remind me kindly that it's growing back from when it fell out after having a baby. And now it's my turn.
Boy, is it my turn.
If you leave a comment, please give me a clue as to when I can expect this wonderful aftershock of pregnancy to end. Thanks.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I paid less than $12 for all of this:
That's 30 peaches, 13 pears, 8 tomatoes, 1 bunch of celery, and about 500 (6 lbs) of blueberries.
*A special shout-out to Ranch Market, for advertising their peaches at 33 cents a pound so Walmart had to match their price.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
This is the inside of the cape, and in the morning the tide is WAY out and you can walk forever picking up shells and squishing your toes in sand.
When Grayden spits up, which is about 87 times a day, sometimes he smears it on his face before I can get to it. Or, he sneezes and it gets everywhere.
This was the first time we put his toes in the sand. He enjoyed it, so we got nice and messy.
He liked his sunglasses because he didn't have to squint when he wore them, but they were too big so the strap had to go around his hat......kinda looks like a pilot.
One of many amazing sunsets:
Okay, Nate's dad Scott has a slight kite obsession. Here we are flying a 16 meter kiteboarding kite that has a ONE THOUSAND pound lift......so we tied it to an anchor.
Nate flying the kite:
Nate (and Ian) helping Mandy fly the kite so I didn't take off:
This was how my first attempt ended....this kite was SO strong.
This is my second attempt....you see how my husband who was supposed to be helping me is cowering in fear. Once that kite starts whipping around out of control it could take your head off, so it's best he was on the ground....I, on the other hand, now know what it's like to do a belly flop on sand. Yipee!
Nate and Grayden's footprints. We were waxing artistic :)
Famous Arnold's! Gray's overalls had a lobster on the front, but you can't see it in the picture.
One restaurant gave out tattoos for the kids......and yes, we did it. (And for my family, isn't that a classic "where's the salad bar" look?)
There is not enough room on the internet to describe the Kolbaba family's love of ice cream....suffice it to say we ate it a few times a day in Cape Cod, and this turned out to be one of our favorite places:
Mandy herself gave me a balloon because we share the same name :) And LOOK! This must be where McDonald's got the idea.......I wonder if I could collect royalties on that?*
And the rest of these pictures are just cute pictures of Gray for his grandparents. In this first one we were trying to get a pouty look. Success!