Faking It

I loved March. Man, it was so fun! And a bit all over the place, as evidenced by this music... Elevate by St. Lucia I Blame Myself by Sky Ferreira L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell (the entire Both Sides Now  album really) Better Off As 2 by Frankmusik Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran* The Weekly Volcano Press from Little Women: The Broadway Musical  (coming soon to Brelby!) Dotty Dot  Soundtrack (also coming soon to Brelby!) Get Outta My Way by Kylie Minogue Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn In Between Love by Tom Waits Girls by The 1975 Heatwave by Alphabeat Out of My League by Fitz and the Tantrums Waves by Mr. Probz Dancing On My Own by Robyn The Keepers by Santigold *I'm not even going to fight it anymore. This song is just too damn beautiful.

This one time in 2003, I got into a huge fight, with my boyfriend, over who sang "Brown Eyed Girl." We were driving around in my purple Dodge Neon, screaming at each other over whether it was Jimmy Buffett or Van Morrison. A bit of context: I had downloaded it and put it on a CD. The name on the download, was Jimmy Morrison (that's not even a real person--I mean, maybe, but he wasn't singing "Brown Eyed Girl" on that cd is what I'm saying), and this guy was convinced that it was Jimmy Buffett. Not only convinced, but unwilling to acquiesce to the fact that other artists sang that song. Confession: It was the most absurd fight I've ever been in. He kept trying to tell me that I was embarrassed because I made a mistake and that was why I was so adamant it was Van Morrison. It didn't matter! It didn't matter who sang the song! But I was not about to give up the cause to that guy. That guy who refused to acknowledge that other singers m...

I'm running another blog. Don't look at me like that. In the last month I've taken on a new endeavor... Company Member at Brelby Theatre Co.!!! It was announced on their blog last week and my fellow Company Member, April , and I are co-managing the blog and getting it ready to get fabulous!! It was completely unexpected that Shelby and Brian would ask me. I wrote a bit here about how bizarre it is that I even do theatre now, but to be invited into the group of people who help keep the theatre doing things, like blogging and fundraising, and being part of their community, so much that goes into running a small business, is insane! It's nuts. I'm inexplicably excited about this year. I've been actively working as a Company Member since March 15th and it has been the busiest, most fun I've had doing a job! But what does that mean for this blog? Can I write two blogs at once? I feel like I barely write this one so... What's going to change? Hon...

Everyone talks about words that give them the creeps, and I can never think of any answer to that question. I'm sure there are some, but they just aren't sitting on the surface. BUT, there is a sound. A sound that I totally hate. A sound that makes me lose focus and basically go dead in the brain for the entire time it's on. Confession: I hate the sound of the vacuum cleaner. I need to put my headphones on and listen to really loud music whenever I, or anyone around me, vacuums. My sister will harmonize with the buzzy sound which makes it so much worse, if you can believe that. The sound of the vacuum, I don't know if it's the pitch or the vibration (I feel it vibrate in my ears!), but it gets inside my head and makes me go crazy. I imagine it to be the sound you hear as you use your bare hands to murder someone. Divulge! *  What sounds do you hate?! Do they make you want to lash out irrationally or tear your feet off so you can stuff them in your ears?! Jus...

Have you ever unfriended someone on Facebook? It's not Tuesday, but you can tell me. Come on, this is a safe place... ...you have, haven't you? You jerk. There are two kinds of people in this world. People who care about Facebook and other social medias, and people who care about what happens in the real world. At least that's how I see it. Maybe I really do have the soul of a 98 year old man, but I just don't understand the big deal with Facebook. And I LOVE Facebook. But someone I used to, kind of, be friends with, maybe 10 years ago, unfriended me, who knows how long ago, and I just noticed. It could have just happened, OR I didn't notice because I unfollowed her years ago. So long ago, in fact, that it used to be called hiding. Old school. I hid her. We were barely friends in real life. We never talked, we'd never really gotten to know each other, there was no point to us being Facebook friends. I didn't care to keep up with her life and she ob...

When I was a little girl I had a pair of "click clack" shoes. Basically, shoes that I wore to church or with my fancy outfits that made the "click clack" noise on a hard surface. It was love. And it will always be, because true love lasts a lifetime. I get asked, pretty regularly, how many pairs of shoes I own. I have enough shoes, that I could wear a different pair for every day of the week. I have so many pairs, that friends I've had forever still say, "I haven't seen those before." Confession: I honestly have no idea how many pairs of shoes I have. But I love each of them as if I did. I could count them, but I think women should be allowed to have secrets (plus the number is just really big...). I used to be very regimented; my shoes had to match my shirt. Always. But now, I don't know I guess I'm just more whimsical? Maybe just more fashionable? No, that can't be it. I just know what I want to look like most of the time....

There are so many amazing things to see in the world. I struggle thinking of specific places I want to visit, because I really just want to see things and have experiences. Confession: If I ever get the chance to travel to wherever I want, these are the things I want to see. 1. The tulip fields in the Netherlands . Tulips are my favorite flower and seeing so many of them all at once would probably make me pass out. 2. Libreria Acqua Alta in Venice, Italy.  The owner keeps the books in gondolas and in bathtubs. Old and water damaged books create stairs and furniture. I have to see that. 3. Old Jewish Cemetery in Prague in the Czech Republic.  This graveyard has been in use since the 15th Century and there are so many people buried there, the graves are layered and stacked on top of each other. There are 12, 000 visible graves, but no one knows how many people are actually buried there. 4. Berner Strausse in Berlin, Germany. My sister studied abroa...

It's "fers-day"! A very special Confession Sunday, if you will. It's been a year. One whole year since I first walked through Brelby's doors, not as a patron, but as someone who'd been manipulated into auditioning (you thought I was going to say artist didn't you? Sucker). Shelby's constant mass invitations to audition were easy enough to ignore until one day I got a personal message bribing me with all my favorite things, chocolate, wine, and shoes, if I would go to the callbacks for this musical they were doing. My friend asked me to do her a favor. So I went. And I got cast. My first role in 10 years. And I haven't left yet. Confession: I was determined not to make any friends when I went to Brelby. I was there to do Shelby a favor, but if I'm being honest, I wanted to do it. I thought it would be fun to get back into theater and playing at all that, but I was there for Shelby. I wasn't going to try to get to know anyone there....

Asking the right questions is at the heart of effective communication. I ask lots of questions. What I can't figure out is how to get answers. I'm not going to take all the blame, because some people are just terrible communicators. Seriously, awful. But I need to learn to ask one question at a time in order to avoid situations like this: Me: Do you want to go separately or together? You: Yeah, that works for me. Me: What?! Or this: Me: Does he get in to the show for free or does he have to use one of his comps? You: He does. Me: Two questions, one answer. Which is it? And I see what's happening, but why doesn't anyone else? I never do this!! When I hear two questions, I pick the option I want! I discuss, I use my words! Is this weird? Should I not ask two questions at one time? I have so much to say! And why would I say: Me: Do you want to drive separately? You: No let's go together. Nevermind, that does make sense. You're right that i...

I've been challenged to come up with a serious confession Tuesday, some kind of deep intimate topic. Today is not that day. Personally, I think they're all serious, but apparently not. So instead, it's time for another CONFESSION TWO-FERS-DAY!!! This one is, admittedly, ridiculous. It impacts me all the time, everyday, and it just embarrasses me. Confession: I think "North" is in front of me.  Whatever way I'm facing is North. I thought that when I was a kid and it's stuck with me. I don't even know if I can explain this in a way that will make sense to normal people who understand North is not in front of them. Because even when I try to reposition myself in the world and think "where is Flagstaff?" or "in which direction is Mexico?" (I try to choose nearby places rather than big places like Canada. Canada's everywhere, I don't know where North is based on Canada...Mexico's right next door, it's just di...