To a Dad who will still read me books, with all the voices, no matter how old I get:
Happy Daddy's Day.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
17 Going On 18
Brief follow up:
I went. Luckily, he is no longer blond, so it was really quite easy to separate him from him (Dan from Rolfe). He had me sing The Sound of Music. He sang along in some places.
If I do what he says--really, really work at it, and I mean to--I know I will be absolutely A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. We already did so much in just that hour.
Well, folks, the sun has gone to bed, and so must I.
I went. Luckily, he is no longer blond, so it was really quite easy to separate him from him (Dan from Rolfe). He had me sing The Sound of Music. He sang along in some places.
If I do what he says--really, really work at it, and I mean to--I know I will be absolutely A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. We already did so much in just that hour.
Well, folks, the sun has gone to bed, and so must I.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
16 Going on 17
So, my dad insisted that I blog about this. Partly because I was so excited, and partly because apparently I was freaking out so badly, he couldn't really understand all of it. And I must say, if you're not a member of my family or a theater person, this may not make quite as much sense to you. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be sorry that I posted it someday, because it's going to be embarrassing if (when) it gets back to the subject of the post, and as my friend Jared Bodine said, "So that's why they call it the WORLD WIDE web."
A few weeks ago I was chatting with one of the girls in my ward who is a singer by profession. I'm sure it was somebody else who told me actually, but one way or the other it came out that her voice teacher is Rolf, from The Sound of Music. The Sound of Music is my mother's favorite movie of all time. I've calculated that I had watched it (at least the happy half) approximately 216 times by the time I hit 18. This movie shaped my life. It shaped what I think about love and relationships and music. So I more or less flipped out and asked if he was taking on new students and she said she'd see. Lo and behold, yes, he was taking on new students and she gave me his number.
I couldn't call at first. I just couldn't do it. I knew that the second I walked into his office I'd freeze and be completely unable to speak let alone sing. Finally today I decided to stop dragging my feet and call, because I REALLY want to train again, especially with him.
I prayed the whole time the phone rang that I'd get an answering machine. Then the answering machine did pick up and I...there was nothing but babbling. Babbling! Like my mouth went sightseeing as a sugar crazed 2 year old while my brain tried to get to its destination. I think by now they've guessed that I'm either a) a fan or b) have motor skill problems. Anyway, by the time that was done I was just so nervous and jumpy I kept trying to calm myself down. After all, I'd already done it. Of course then I realized that this meant that he was going to call me back. After all, I'd asked him to.
Panic is forced down.
I kept saying to myself "You must think of him as Dan, not Rolf. Dan, not Rolf. Dan, not Rolf! Or you will be really embarrassing." I decided the best thing to do was to keep my mind off of it and watch a movie. Problem is, when I'm really agitated, the movie I watch is The Sound of Music. Even then, I could've told you that that would've made it much worse.
Eventually I moved on and focused elsewhere. It was naturally then, in the middle of debugging some nasty virus on my computer that he called. For starters, he doesn't sound like he does in the movie. But we had a nice little chat. Okay, I think I talked, but I can't be 100% sure how much I said or how much it made sense. I kept trying to remember "Whatever else you do breathe!" And now I only have 2-3 days to repeat "Dan not Rolf!" until it's FOR REAL.
Other than my being totally and utterly starstruck, I really do want to improve my singing. I miss it so much. And this should be a great opportunity to do that.
Well, I've got to go now...and show the plan to someone else.
Kidding. Love you all.
A few weeks ago I was chatting with one of the girls in my ward who is a singer by profession. I'm sure it was somebody else who told me actually, but one way or the other it came out that her voice teacher is Rolf, from The Sound of Music. The Sound of Music is my mother's favorite movie of all time. I've calculated that I had watched it (at least the happy half) approximately 216 times by the time I hit 18. This movie shaped my life. It shaped what I think about love and relationships and music. So I more or less flipped out and asked if he was taking on new students and she said she'd see. Lo and behold, yes, he was taking on new students and she gave me his number.
I couldn't call at first. I just couldn't do it. I knew that the second I walked into his office I'd freeze and be completely unable to speak let alone sing. Finally today I decided to stop dragging my feet and call, because I REALLY want to train again, especially with him.
I prayed the whole time the phone rang that I'd get an answering machine. Then the answering machine did pick up and I...there was nothing but babbling. Babbling! Like my mouth went sightseeing as a sugar crazed 2 year old while my brain tried to get to its destination. I think by now they've guessed that I'm either a) a fan or b) have motor skill problems. Anyway, by the time that was done I was just so nervous and jumpy I kept trying to calm myself down. After all, I'd already done it. Of course then I realized that this meant that he was going to call me back. After all, I'd asked him to.
Panic is forced down.
I kept saying to myself "You must think of him as Dan, not Rolf. Dan, not Rolf. Dan, not Rolf! Or you will be really embarrassing." I decided the best thing to do was to keep my mind off of it and watch a movie. Problem is, when I'm really agitated, the movie I watch is The Sound of Music. Even then, I could've told you that that would've made it much worse.
Eventually I moved on and focused elsewhere. It was naturally then, in the middle of debugging some nasty virus on my computer that he called. For starters, he doesn't sound like he does in the movie. But we had a nice little chat. Okay, I think I talked, but I can't be 100% sure how much I said or how much it made sense. I kept trying to remember "Whatever else you do breathe!" And now I only have 2-3 days to repeat "Dan not Rolf!" until it's FOR REAL.
Other than my being totally and utterly starstruck, I really do want to improve my singing. I miss it so much. And this should be a great opportunity to do that.
Well, I've got to go now...and show the plan to someone else.
Kidding. Love you all.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Fireflies
I went out running yesterday evening, which is not unusual (literally everybody and their dog does), but after a few minutes I started to worry about myself, thinking the heat must be getting to me since I was seeing flashes of light. And then I realized, THE FIREFLIES HAVE COME!!!!!! Fireflies were at least 60% of the reason I moved here so I knew I would have to blog about them right away. The whole genetics of fireflies fascinate and confuse me, but none of that matters because they're gorgeous.
And at the time I saw those fireflies, I swear I planned this to be an entirely happy post.
Coming home from my firefly high, I almost stepped on something that looked a bit like a small sparrow, but was scuttling around the ground like a lizard. I decided that I didn't really want to know what it was, but as I stepped into the streetlight, it followed me. If you've ever lived in the South, you've already guessed that it was a cockroach. I've lived in Hawaii, I'm no stranger to bugs. But apparently I am a stranger to stranger bugs. Ew. Ew. HUGE.
In all honesty though, there could be twice as many cockroaches, and the fireflies would still make up for all of them. :)
And at the time I saw those fireflies, I swear I planned this to be an entirely happy post.
Coming home from my firefly high, I almost stepped on something that looked a bit like a small sparrow, but was scuttling around the ground like a lizard. I decided that I didn't really want to know what it was, but as I stepped into the streetlight, it followed me. If you've ever lived in the South, you've already guessed that it was a cockroach. I've lived in Hawaii, I'm no stranger to bugs. But apparently I am a stranger to stranger bugs. Ew. Ew. HUGE.
In all honesty though, there could be twice as many cockroaches, and the fireflies would still make up for all of them. :)
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