Click on the "Live in Harlem" to view my home. It is for sale. It has brought me much happiness over the last six years, but I am on to the next chapter of my life.
Anyone interested in buying?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Why no listen?
Well the drama has begun again. NK Drama that is. This year we are doing the show 'Alice in Wonderland Jr.' To be completely honest, I'm not really keen on it. I'm not the biggest ALICE fan but the kids voted on it so that's what we're doing. Remind me never to listen to 14 year olds! So because of the fact that I'm not a fan of ALICE I am not really into the show this year. It's sad really...I want to be into it. But I'm just not. The kids are really good this year. Both shows are going to be really great, with the talent. The girl who I cast as the Caterpillar (Emma) is beyond amazing. She just gets it, and her voice is phenomenal. And it doesn't hurt that she loves me haha. I'm her new best friend. And everyone knows how much I love all the praise and admiration from my kiddos. I love them all in return. (well not all of them...99% of them. That 1% who I don't like includes one such girl named Sarellen. It's not that I don't like her. She is just in your face annoying. And she is always at rehearsals...when she's NOT supposed to be!
So, rehearsals tend to be crazy because the kids do NOT listen. So by the end I'm stressed, anxious and depressed. I sometimes just feel very insecure and not confident in myself. What makes me a good director? I don't know. One of the kids, Jack told me yesterday that he admires me, lol...because nobody has gotten hurt. I certainly hope he didn't jinx it. (KNOCK ON WOOD!) But back to my insecurities; the kids shoot out ideas of what to do and they are really good ideas. So why can't I come up with any good ones? I really need to spend some time finding myself. I think I'm in Ireland right now. I guess I'll just stay here until September and be someone else. AHHH I keep getting off track and talking about random stuff. Sorry about that. Anyhoo - I totally know it's my fault the kids don't listen to me. I treat them more as friends than as students. I don't know.
Well I have nothing really to say. I am boring.
So, rehearsals tend to be crazy because the kids do NOT listen. So by the end I'm stressed, anxious and depressed. I sometimes just feel very insecure and not confident in myself. What makes me a good director? I don't know. One of the kids, Jack told me yesterday that he admires me, lol...because nobody has gotten hurt. I certainly hope he didn't jinx it. (KNOCK ON WOOD!) But back to my insecurities; the kids shoot out ideas of what to do and they are really good ideas. So why can't I come up with any good ones? I really need to spend some time finding myself. I think I'm in Ireland right now. I guess I'll just stay here until September and be someone else. AHHH I keep getting off track and talking about random stuff. Sorry about that. Anyhoo - I totally know it's my fault the kids don't listen to me. I treat them more as friends than as students. I don't know.
Well I have nothing really to say. I am boring.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Seattle
Seattle.
Mark, Lindsay and Amanda travelled to Seattle. And it really was a trip. The flight was six hours non stop and I felt like I was going to stop. It was almost like a reunion for the three of us. We all went to college together. Eight years ago. You do the math. We majored in English. We were wicked smart.
I was getting over a cold, but had even worse stress in my life. Amanda was on death's door with her own cold. Lindsay was ... well she had pepto tablets from 2008 incase of an emergency.
It rained the first day (but always felt like spring/fall). The rest of the days were beautiful. We went to Green Lake. We went to the Space Needle. We visited Pike's Place Market. We walked through Capitol Hill (where I may move). We saw Madison Park (where Kurt Cobain and the guy who created Starbucks lived/lives). We walked through the shopping district. We travelled through Belltown. We took a bus (where was number 16?!). And we we're only there for roughly three days. I look back and think 'hey, we saw a lot.'
And stayed at the Edgewater - really on the water. What a great hotel. Our fist dinner at the 67 -- turned out to be just dessert. By the time we got off the flight even Lindsay looked like hell had smacked her in the face. But I recommend everyone visit. I wouldn't go to the Steelhead Diner. I may have spelled that wrong for my protection. Eh. Overpriced. Everyone was really friendly. Everything was very clean. It's a very eco-friendly city. But I do snore. And so then felt guilty and didn't get the best sleep. Amanda was sick and didn't sleep well. And Lindsay -- she had her music and Simon. She was in heaven.
Lindsay met a man. His name was Simon. Amanda loved her chicken sandwich. Sure, there were blood, sweat and tears. I nearly fainted/threw up after one dinner at a bar. But then I was fine. But we all survived. And the five hour flight home wasn't as bad. But we did wake up at 430am - never again.
Mark, Lindsay and Amanda travelled to Seattle. And it really was a trip. The flight was six hours non stop and I felt like I was going to stop. It was almost like a reunion for the three of us. We all went to college together. Eight years ago. You do the math. We majored in English. We were wicked smart.
I was getting over a cold, but had even worse stress in my life. Amanda was on death's door with her own cold. Lindsay was ... well she had pepto tablets from 2008 incase of an emergency.
It rained the first day (but always felt like spring/fall). The rest of the days were beautiful. We went to Green Lake. We went to the Space Needle. We visited Pike's Place Market. We walked through Capitol Hill (where I may move). We saw Madison Park (where Kurt Cobain and the guy who created Starbucks lived/lives). We walked through the shopping district. We travelled through Belltown. We took a bus (where was number 16?!). And we we're only there for roughly three days. I look back and think 'hey, we saw a lot.'
And stayed at the Edgewater - really on the water. What a great hotel. Our fist dinner at the 67 -- turned out to be just dessert. By the time we got off the flight even Lindsay looked like hell had smacked her in the face. But I recommend everyone visit. I wouldn't go to the Steelhead Diner. I may have spelled that wrong for my protection. Eh. Overpriced. Everyone was really friendly. Everything was very clean. It's a very eco-friendly city. But I do snore. And so then felt guilty and didn't get the best sleep. Amanda was sick and didn't sleep well. And Lindsay -- she had her music and Simon. She was in heaven.
Lindsay met a man. His name was Simon. Amanda loved her chicken sandwich. Sure, there were blood, sweat and tears. I nearly fainted/threw up after one dinner at a bar. But then I was fine. But we all survived. And the five hour flight home wasn't as bad. But we did wake up at 430am - never again.
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