Hey all,
Well Pirates is now done and I'm finally back and running. Actually ... more like crashing into walls and wondering what to do with myself. Sadly, now that I have finished what I've spent a year of my life doing I'm not sure what to do!
I thought I would take a personality test though to fill in the time. No surprises here ... I am pleased to note that I am the same personality that I was in high school. I must just be a crankier more sleep deprived version that's all. And for those of you who are "up" on the the personality lingo I am a INFJ and yes, yes, I know have joined the 1% of the earth's population with my personality (that explains a lot. It at least explains why people tend to think I'm a little weird. That's my excuse from now on!) Also, if you take a look at the second part of the test ... the multiple intelligences section ... you will notice some very high scores. I could lie and tell you that I am simply intelligent and extremely well rounded... but the fact is they were asking my opinion of things and being a very optimistic person I answered almost every question in the most enthusiastic way possible. Yes sir! I love the outdoors 9 out of 10. Do I think logically, sure I do! But some may beg to differ so 8 out of 10. Do I like parties? Oh boy, good ones are 9 out of 10. Do you get tired after social events? Do I ever! 10 out of 10. Are you kidding? My whole day is a social event and I'm tired! And so it went. Yes, the score looks amazing ... see the glass is half full people, think and become, think and become ... now if I could just get potato chips out of my head I'd be on my way.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Once more into the breach my friends...
Yes, the delinquent is back.
I've been working very hard at my Pirates of Penzance production of late so it has not left me a lot of free time. Although I am practicing a lot of piratey skills like swashbuckling, gun slinging and the singing of elaborately wordy songs, I have not been working on my blogging expertise. As you may have noticed. Ahem. Sorry about that.
Today I am sporting a new and improved cold virus. How do I know? I am a complete medical novice but frankly anything that has been kicking around since December deserves to be new and improved, up for a virus medal, winner of a virus prize etc. etc. How do I know it's a virus then? Because all the doctor's I've seen keep telling me it is one. I keep grossing them out with all the meuchousy, feverish, down right pathetic symptoms and they keep telling me the same thing. It's just a virus ma'am. Nothing to worry about.
Makes you want to invent symptoms, just to prove you sat three hours in the walk in clinic for a good reason. Gooey green scales on your elbow, flame throwing breath, or a weird hankering for fresh metal, for instance. I don't think it would help though. They'd probably just shrug their shoulders, pat me on the back and say. Nothing to worry about ma'am. All the colds this year are going that way.
Doctors are just too hard to impress.
I've been working very hard at my Pirates of Penzance production of late so it has not left me a lot of free time. Although I am practicing a lot of piratey skills like swashbuckling, gun slinging and the singing of elaborately wordy songs, I have not been working on my blogging expertise. As you may have noticed. Ahem. Sorry about that.
Today I am sporting a new and improved cold virus. How do I know? I am a complete medical novice but frankly anything that has been kicking around since December deserves to be new and improved, up for a virus medal, winner of a virus prize etc. etc. How do I know it's a virus then? Because all the doctor's I've seen keep telling me it is one. I keep grossing them out with all the meuchousy, feverish, down right pathetic symptoms and they keep telling me the same thing. It's just a virus ma'am. Nothing to worry about.
Makes you want to invent symptoms, just to prove you sat three hours in the walk in clinic for a good reason. Gooey green scales on your elbow, flame throwing breath, or a weird hankering for fresh metal, for instance. I don't think it would help though. They'd probably just shrug their shoulders, pat me on the back and say. Nothing to worry about ma'am. All the colds this year are going that way.
Doctors are just too hard to impress.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Snow Makes Me Shovel (My Way Out of Snowbanks
Hi there all.
I've decided to enter another contest. I know, I know, I'm just a tad obsessive. Hey, you never know, perhaps one day I could win a couch, or unlimited toothbrushes, I'm not picky. This one looks like fun. I've been challenged to rewrite the words to Carole King's "You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman." Here's my version:
Lookin’ out at the falling snow,
I should be so inspired.
Many places have no where to go,
to ski, or sled, or buy snow tires.
But lately I’m so droopy,
can’t open up my eyes,
I just wish I didn’t live where snow flies.
‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...
Driving home just the other day,
Dreaming of sweet Tahiti.
Passed a bus going the other way,
Made me skid and lose my peepee.
And now I sit and wonder,
how life is so unkind,
I’ll have to shovel with pee frozen to my behind!
‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...
And now you’d think I’d be content at home,
sittin’ by a roarin’ fire,
sipping coca, talking on the phone,
while the snow drifts down ever higher.
But I can hear a rumbling,
see a blinking blue light,
Guess what I’ll be doing up before first light?
‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...
If you like it and want to vote for me or even if you just want to rate the other entries go to:
http://www.cbc.ca/canadawrites/
or just click on the title of this post above for a direct link.
Next click on Nov.21 Song and vote for me!
It makes me feel so much better about the snow.
I've decided to enter another contest. I know, I know, I'm just a tad obsessive. Hey, you never know, perhaps one day I could win a couch, or unlimited toothbrushes, I'm not picky. This one looks like fun. I've been challenged to rewrite the words to Carole King's "You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman." Here's my version:
Lookin’ out at the falling snow,
I should be so inspired.
Many places have no where to go,
to ski, or sled, or buy snow tires.
But lately I’m so droopy,
can’t open up my eyes,
I just wish I didn’t live where snow flies.
‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...
Driving home just the other day,
Dreaming of sweet Tahiti.
Passed a bus going the other way,
Made me skid and lose my peepee.
And now I sit and wonder,
how life is so unkind,
I’ll have to shovel with pee frozen to my behind!
‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...
And now you’d think I’d be content at home,
sittin’ by a roarin’ fire,
sipping coca, talking on the phone,
while the snow drifts down ever higher.
But I can hear a rumbling,
see a blinking blue light,
Guess what I’ll be doing up before first light?
‘Cause snow makes me shovel,
Snow makes me shovel,
snow makes me shovel my way out of snowbanks.
Hmm...
If you like it and want to vote for me or even if you just want to rate the other entries go to:
http://www.cbc.ca/canadawrites/
or just click on the title of this post above for a direct link.
Next click on Nov.21 Song and vote for me!
It makes me feel so much better about the snow.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Funniest Ad of the Year?
Hey all,
Just a quick post while I adjust my bunny legs. I had them installed to keep up with the kiddies. Don't ask.
I was taking a brief search around the net and I found this:
http://www.veryfunnyads.com/
Now, in my humble opinion, none of them are very funny. Yet, they are all competing in the "funniest ad of the year" category. So go ahead, peruse and tell me what you think. The Hydro Energy Train is the most funny ... if you can stop being scared of the train long enough to laugh. But perhaps that's just the mood I'm in.
Why Bunny legs? Alright, alright. Suffice it to say that one of them, who shall remain nameless, but was born as a twin and has always been, oh, a little adventuresome, is climbing ... all over. Mt.Vesuvius here we come! Yesterday I found her climbing over the back of her chair, standing on top of the piano bench, and stuffed inside the storage compartment of a bench (she had help for that one!) Not only that, but she locked herself in a dark room yesterday for about five minutes while I searched frantically for something to pop the lock. When she was finally released ... she was laughing. Yes, that's right. Laughing. She's only two years old folks. I should call Richard Branson and book her apprenticeship.
Bunny legs. See what I mean?
Just a quick post while I adjust my bunny legs. I had them installed to keep up with the kiddies. Don't ask.
I was taking a brief search around the net and I found this:
http://www.veryfunnyads.com/
Now, in my humble opinion, none of them are very funny. Yet, they are all competing in the "funniest ad of the year" category. So go ahead, peruse and tell me what you think. The Hydro Energy Train is the most funny ... if you can stop being scared of the train long enough to laugh. But perhaps that's just the mood I'm in.
Why Bunny legs? Alright, alright. Suffice it to say that one of them, who shall remain nameless, but was born as a twin and has always been, oh, a little adventuresome, is climbing ... all over. Mt.Vesuvius here we come! Yesterday I found her climbing over the back of her chair, standing on top of the piano bench, and stuffed inside the storage compartment of a bench (she had help for that one!) Not only that, but she locked herself in a dark room yesterday for about five minutes while I searched frantically for something to pop the lock. When she was finally released ... she was laughing. Yes, that's right. Laughing. She's only two years old folks. I should call Richard Branson and book her apprenticeship.
Bunny legs. See what I mean?
Monday, October 22, 2007
And now, for something completely different!
I'm directing "The Pirates of Penzance" by Gilbert and Sullivan for our local symphony this year. As I've been working my way through the various scenes and looking at what the history books say a few interesting things have occurred to me:
1. Gilbert is pretty funny. (Seeing as it is a comedy it should be an obvious conclusion, but have any of you seen an actual production?)
2.Late Victorians were modern day Hippies ... without the head bands.
3. Monty Python's "Brave Sir Robin" and "When the Foreman Bears His Steel (Tarantara, Tarantara)" are essentially the same song. Different words of course. But the same. I'm not sure even I can follow that.
Interesting. I never expected that I would reach those conclusions (especially the hippie part, given the corsets that was a real shocker), but now that I have they really fit. We like to think of the Victorians as terribly repressed and horribly backward but a lot of what we currently hold dear, our love of technology, our reverence for science, our championing of the underdog, equality for all, and even our concepts of love, rebellion and peace all come from that period. Talk about weird. Now I'll have to rethink everything I thought I knew about everything I thought I knew before.
Thanks a lot. "I say Nee! In your general direction", Gilbert. I know you'd appreciate it.
1. Gilbert is pretty funny. (Seeing as it is a comedy it should be an obvious conclusion, but have any of you seen an actual production?)
2.Late Victorians were modern day Hippies ... without the head bands.
3. Monty Python's "Brave Sir Robin" and "When the Foreman Bears His Steel (Tarantara, Tarantara)" are essentially the same song. Different words of course. But the same. I'm not sure even I can follow that.
Interesting. I never expected that I would reach those conclusions (especially the hippie part, given the corsets that was a real shocker), but now that I have they really fit. We like to think of the Victorians as terribly repressed and horribly backward but a lot of what we currently hold dear, our love of technology, our reverence for science, our championing of the underdog, equality for all, and even our concepts of love, rebellion and peace all come from that period. Talk about weird. Now I'll have to rethink everything I thought I knew about everything I thought I knew before.
Thanks a lot. "I say Nee! In your general direction", Gilbert. I know you'd appreciate it.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Attack of the Lucious Linens
Where are those people who get all their moving boxes unpacked in a week? You know who I’m talking about. You’ve probably heard of them too. I want their number. I’m even willing to pay commission.
It has been six years since we moved in, and while we have unpacked most of our boxes I am still putting pictures up on the wall and moving clumps of linen, nicknacks and “things I can’t let go” around the house. Sad, I know, but true. It’s like a grand scavenger hunt every time someone comes to visit. Oh, I’ve read all those articles on home organization. I’ve heard about deep storage. I’ve even clipped a story about a family who moved into their new home bearing one box of personal items each. That’s right. One box, folks. Call it a personal goal, if you will. Or a far of dream if you are more of a realist.
How on earth did all the nick nacks and linen get out of control? Why am I having so much trouble? They likely spend far too much time unsupervised. You know what I mean.
I would give up but I am afraid the whole mess will take over. It is only a matter of time before the linen and nicknacks team up with the take home school papers and then they will rule the world! I just can’t let that happen. True, it’s a small sacrifice but I like to do my part for human kind.
So, if you happen to run into any expert unpackers, super organizers or just someone with a lot of free time, feel free to send them my way. You never know, the safety of the world could be at stake.
It has been six years since we moved in, and while we have unpacked most of our boxes I am still putting pictures up on the wall and moving clumps of linen, nicknacks and “things I can’t let go” around the house. Sad, I know, but true. It’s like a grand scavenger hunt every time someone comes to visit. Oh, I’ve read all those articles on home organization. I’ve heard about deep storage. I’ve even clipped a story about a family who moved into their new home bearing one box of personal items each. That’s right. One box, folks. Call it a personal goal, if you will. Or a far of dream if you are more of a realist.
How on earth did all the nick nacks and linen get out of control? Why am I having so much trouble? They likely spend far too much time unsupervised. You know what I mean.
I would give up but I am afraid the whole mess will take over. It is only a matter of time before the linen and nicknacks team up with the take home school papers and then they will rule the world! I just can’t let that happen. True, it’s a small sacrifice but I like to do my part for human kind.
So, if you happen to run into any expert unpackers, super organizers or just someone with a lot of free time, feel free to send them my way. You never know, the safety of the world could be at stake.
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