Can someone tell me why my hair is taking 3 hours to dry?
So since I no longer spend every waking moment in Tempe, I now go to the chiropractor by my house.
My new chiropractor is like a grown up man hipster. The kind you see and instantly know he shops at Trader Joes.
I went and got an adjustment from him for the first time the other day and was trying not to laugh out loud at the thoughts this man made run through my head.
Like imagine this grown man who looks kinda like Jesus holding my face inches away from his body and me just trying not to giggle.
Last night at Little Shop of Horrors rehearsal I was joking about how much I love when my Chiropractor touches me and how good he smells and how I make up ailments just to get more of his hands on me.
"Like yeah, Im having a lot of pain on my lower back. like. lowwwwerrrrrrrrrrrr"
This morning I woke up with a slight pain in my neck so I stretched it slightly to try and help it out.
Instead of any improvement all that happened was a pop and then i couldn't move my neck.
Opppssss guess I gotta go see Mr. Smells-good-holds-my-face.
I went in and this man spent like 40 minutes just rubbing and stretching my neck.
And while I cant move my neck for a couple days still....I was not mad that I had to go in and visit him.
He even gave me a complimentary Ice pack.
I know what your trying to say Trader Joe....
So I have a show tonight at a new venue with Names From A Hat and so I was looking forward to having rang of motion in my neck.
Good thing i dont have to dunk my neck in and out of a bucket full of water or anything.
Updates since last Blaaaahgggg:
I should just fill you in that my dad is "fine" (thats a whole other story that really brings out the conspiracy theorist in me), my second interview went awesome. I was told "If it wasnt for your availability I would hire you on the spot. But lemme see what I can do"
But most importantly. I LOVE my life so hard right now. I am so happy to be where Im at.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
But if you close your eyes
Remember when I had that obsession with mashed potatoes? For about a week I truthfully ate at least 1 serving of mashed potatoes a day.
Its now become filibertos rice and beans. Like what? I aint mad.
Lets get into the thick of it. This blog has the potential to be one of the most eventful in a while, but due to its heaviness, I can even post all the crazy stuff. Cuz ya know, my blog isn't private....
I dont think I have ever had such an unpredictable couple of days like this....in longer than I can remember.
Friday I dropped my parents off at the airport to go visit my sister in Bosie, and then to go to a funeral in Salt Lake City.
I had no idea that was the start of such an impact-full weekend.
Saturday
I went to my second families house to watch a Documentary I had started a long time ago but never gotten to finish.
(I linked it, its kinda the coolest thing ever. All about how the media's depiction of woman genuinely affects the course of our future in a horrible way)
You can say that is when my life changed.
It made me a total feminist.
I should say it made me realize I was ALREADY a feminist.
That night, with the help of a friend I realized I seriously want to look into devoting my future to woman's rights , sex education and the general development of the female youth.
Im gonna keep that part short and sweet, because I could go in depth about how much and what that means to me, but, I don't need to explain it. Im content at leaving it at that.
You should know, I haven't felt like myself in probably 10 months . In most recent months I have had small glimmers, but nothing to get too excited about.
Seriously. Sunday morning I woke up exactly the person I want to be.
Well, not really, I actually woke up really grumpy.
I was confronted with a conversation that needed to happen.The most important thing for you to know about this conversation is that it made me feel strong. While it was hard and ugly, it made me feel independent and in control of my own future. It reminded me of how I used to be.
I wanted to distract myself from the conversation so I decided I needed to go be productive. A Goodwill near my house is hiring and so I decided to drop off a resume , ya know the whole shpeal.
GIVEN THAT GOODWILL IS MY DREAM JOB.
I was given an interview on the spot, and scheduled for a second interview this week.
Well that's only the thing I want most.
A job.
And not only that, a job at Goodwill.
Then I went to my troupes improv show and felt really solid about my performance and my conduct surrounding the show.
SIDE NOTE: I TOTALLY GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE (on accident) but I started bleeding and my TEETH hurt and my skull felt broken and my right eye was tingly.
BUT I FELT LIKE THE MOST BAD ASS.
Scratch that off the bucket list.
That night also has a lot of other instances of me taking care of my business in a way I was proud of.
And also in ways that left me thinking.
Lets just say, this summer is sure to be quite the adventure.
Okay,so looking back at what I've written, it doesnt seem so exciting, but trust me, it seriously is. I finally feel like I'm back on track.
Sunday was a nuts 24 hours. Such clarity. Made me feel like the person I want to be. I was so thankful for all aspects of my life. Especially my family. I remember walking to a friends apartment and thinking " I need to call my parents and tell them how much I appreciate all they do"
I remember that moment very clearly and I remember it being completely random.
I didnt make the call.
Today I went about my day, still with a crazy positive attitude.
I did really mundane things. I was out with my brother when he got a phone call and I saw concern slowly bleed into his face.
This happens every once and a while for various reasons, so I wasn't worried. I was mostly just excited to find out the juicy gossip.
It was my mom. Who is in Salt Lake City with my Dad and my sister for the aforementioned funeral. I was told by Taylor something was happening with my dad and he was at the hospital. Oddly enough I was too worried. Maybe because Taylor wasnt worried. Maybe because I never heard the fear in my moms voice. I went about my night figuring there was nothing I could do from here, and trying to stay optimistic.
During rehearsal I realized I had a missed call. I slipped out and returned the call to my mom. She of course, was asking me if id run some errand for her, and if that was important.
With frustration,I told her Id taken care of that hours ago, and it wasn't something I cared about at the moment. I asked to find out what was going on.
Naturally I was to ask what was going on, but the real motivation behind the question was the stress I heard in my mothers voice.
She tiredly answered "Dad was having chest pains and was unable to support himself this afternoon. We called an ambulance. It wasn't a heart attack. They admitted him overnight for observation because they cant get his heart beat to slow down, and he has an unexplainable fever they cant get to go away."
Thats all I remember from the conversation. I dont remember how I ended up ending the phone call.
The next thing I remember is sitting in rehearsal and thinking
"The last time you saw your dad could be the last time you ever see him. You cant even go say goodbye if the time came, because he's in salt lake, and you couldn't get there in time"
I remember a thousand thoughts at once about how I wasn't there to help my mom , or how she only has the clothes she packed, or how she wont be eating home made meals,or how my dad is the only person who can calm her down , or how none of the men from my dads ward are there to give him a blessing, or how many people I know who have suddenly died from heart complications recently,or imagining my dad getting into an ambulance and my mother trying to stay OK,or the horrors stories I have heard of people getting a text during a show that their father just died ,but the the worst one was how there was literally not a thing I could do.
Somewhere during one of these thousand thoughts I had started crying. In rehearsal.
Im not a cryer.
Especially not a public cryer.
I did the best I could to calm down.
I had lots of reasons I needed to.
Taylor saw me crying and of course became terrified.
I needed to calm down to reassure I hadnt just gotten a phone call that our father had died.
I need to stop crying because I had a scene coming up very soon.
I needed to stop crying because people were beginning to notice.
I pulled it together and finished the rehearsal. And came home and ate.
And called my sister and made sure she was taking care of my mom.
And blogged.
So now I feel better.
Sort of.
I really wasnt wrong when I said this summer would be an adventure.
Its now become filibertos rice and beans. Like what? I aint mad.
Lets get into the thick of it. This blog has the potential to be one of the most eventful in a while, but due to its heaviness, I can even post all the crazy stuff. Cuz ya know, my blog isn't private....
I dont think I have ever had such an unpredictable couple of days like this....in longer than I can remember.
Friday I dropped my parents off at the airport to go visit my sister in Bosie, and then to go to a funeral in Salt Lake City.
I had no idea that was the start of such an impact-full weekend.
Saturday
I went to my second families house to watch a Documentary I had started a long time ago but never gotten to finish.
(I linked it, its kinda the coolest thing ever. All about how the media's depiction of woman genuinely affects the course of our future in a horrible way)
You can say that is when my life changed.
It made me a total feminist.
I should say it made me realize I was ALREADY a feminist.
That night, with the help of a friend I realized I seriously want to look into devoting my future to woman's rights , sex education and the general development of the female youth.
Im gonna keep that part short and sweet, because I could go in depth about how much and what that means to me, but, I don't need to explain it. Im content at leaving it at that.
You should know, I haven't felt like myself in probably 10 months . In most recent months I have had small glimmers, but nothing to get too excited about.
Seriously. Sunday morning I woke up exactly the person I want to be.
Well, not really, I actually woke up really grumpy.
I was confronted with a conversation that needed to happen.The most important thing for you to know about this conversation is that it made me feel strong. While it was hard and ugly, it made me feel independent and in control of my own future. It reminded me of how I used to be.
I wanted to distract myself from the conversation so I decided I needed to go be productive. A Goodwill near my house is hiring and so I decided to drop off a resume , ya know the whole shpeal.
GIVEN THAT GOODWILL IS MY DREAM JOB.
I was given an interview on the spot, and scheduled for a second interview this week.
Well that's only the thing I want most.
A job.
And not only that, a job at Goodwill.
Then I went to my troupes improv show and felt really solid about my performance and my conduct surrounding the show.
SIDE NOTE: I TOTALLY GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE (on accident) but I started bleeding and my TEETH hurt and my skull felt broken and my right eye was tingly.
BUT I FELT LIKE THE MOST BAD ASS.
Scratch that off the bucket list.
That night also has a lot of other instances of me taking care of my business in a way I was proud of.
And also in ways that left me thinking.
Lets just say, this summer is sure to be quite the adventure.
Okay,so looking back at what I've written, it doesnt seem so exciting, but trust me, it seriously is. I finally feel like I'm back on track.
Sunday was a nuts 24 hours. Such clarity. Made me feel like the person I want to be. I was so thankful for all aspects of my life. Especially my family. I remember walking to a friends apartment and thinking " I need to call my parents and tell them how much I appreciate all they do"
I remember that moment very clearly and I remember it being completely random.
I didnt make the call.
Today I went about my day, still with a crazy positive attitude.
I did really mundane things. I was out with my brother when he got a phone call and I saw concern slowly bleed into his face.
This happens every once and a while for various reasons, so I wasn't worried. I was mostly just excited to find out the juicy gossip.
It was my mom. Who is in Salt Lake City with my Dad and my sister for the aforementioned funeral. I was told by Taylor something was happening with my dad and he was at the hospital. Oddly enough I was too worried. Maybe because Taylor wasnt worried. Maybe because I never heard the fear in my moms voice. I went about my night figuring there was nothing I could do from here, and trying to stay optimistic.
During rehearsal I realized I had a missed call. I slipped out and returned the call to my mom. She of course, was asking me if id run some errand for her, and if that was important.
With frustration,I told her Id taken care of that hours ago, and it wasn't something I cared about at the moment. I asked to find out what was going on.
Naturally I was to ask what was going on, but the real motivation behind the question was the stress I heard in my mothers voice.
She tiredly answered "Dad was having chest pains and was unable to support himself this afternoon. We called an ambulance. It wasn't a heart attack. They admitted him overnight for observation because they cant get his heart beat to slow down, and he has an unexplainable fever they cant get to go away."
Thats all I remember from the conversation. I dont remember how I ended up ending the phone call.
The next thing I remember is sitting in rehearsal and thinking
"The last time you saw your dad could be the last time you ever see him. You cant even go say goodbye if the time came, because he's in salt lake, and you couldn't get there in time"
I remember a thousand thoughts at once about how I wasn't there to help my mom , or how she only has the clothes she packed, or how she wont be eating home made meals,or how my dad is the only person who can calm her down , or how none of the men from my dads ward are there to give him a blessing, or how many people I know who have suddenly died from heart complications recently,or imagining my dad getting into an ambulance and my mother trying to stay OK,or the horrors stories I have heard of people getting a text during a show that their father just died ,but the the worst one was how there was literally not a thing I could do.
Somewhere during one of these thousand thoughts I had started crying. In rehearsal.
Im not a cryer.
Especially not a public cryer.
I did the best I could to calm down.
I had lots of reasons I needed to.
Taylor saw me crying and of course became terrified.
I needed to calm down to reassure I hadnt just gotten a phone call that our father had died.
I need to stop crying because I had a scene coming up very soon.
I needed to stop crying because people were beginning to notice.
I pulled it together and finished the rehearsal. And came home and ate.
And called my sister and made sure she was taking care of my mom.
And blogged.
So now I feel better.
Sort of.
I really wasnt wrong when I said this summer would be an adventure.
Monday, June 17, 2013
The entire Adele soundtrack
Being fresh out of a break up is like being an old woman. Im grumpy.I get to sleep as much as I want. And I get to say whatever the hell I want. I haven't tried cutting grocery lines yet, but give it time.
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