The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Standby… And Go! July 16, 2014

Filed under: Dreams and Passions — DDKlingonGirl @ 11:33 am
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Hello all.  So the Stage Manager gig is about to come to a head.  Tonight is our final full dress rehearsal, for a specially invited audience.  We have had several bumps on the journey to this destination.  We had to cancel one practice because too many people were absent.  We were about three lines into our first full dress rehearsal two nights ago when a car hitting an electric pole down the block put power out in the entire neighborhood.  We have had really rough scene changes, rough acting moments, and technical snafus, but finally we are here.  One more opportunity tonight to fix the bugs, and then we give seven performances over the next two weekends for a paying audience.

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Despite the difficulties, I’ve really enjoyed it.  I’ve learned so much about acting, staging a show, costume and makeup tricks, technical things, and how to relate to a variety of different people, different types of people.  I’ve learned that I love being the one with all the answers, or at least the one everyone looks to for answers, even when I don’t have them.  I’ve learned that I love encouraging and building people up, but that every once in a while I can be a ranting hag. Rarely.  I think mostly I’ve learned I really want to do this again, and someday when I’m ready, maybe direct a show.

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For the time being though, my interest is in returning to the stage to try acting again.  I really want to audition for the next production, but I also know my family needs my attention and my time.  It’s more important that I get reacquainted with my three children (ages 20, 20, and 13, all still at home) than that I satisfy my need for a social life and hobby outside the house.  I really want to be able to balance both.  Somehow other people do it, so I should be able to, also.

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Looking forward to seeing how it all comes together tonight and hoping I can get through it without a heart attack or something.  Break a leg, guys!!

Until next time,

D.

 

Meanwhile, Behind the Scenes… June 30, 2014

Hello all!  Well, I’ve done it again.  At the end of my last post, I promised updates on my new adventure as a community theater stage manager, and that was approximately a month ago.  Without going back and telling the entire story from the beginning, I think I can sum it up in the following four words:  I. Am. So. Tired!  Here’s a picture partly illuminating why:

Grease set pic

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Stage managing has been great so far.  I was pretty well prepared for all my tasks and duties, having observed all the stage managers of all the shows I’ve been involved with in my year with Ardmore Little Theatre.  Also, having downloaded and printed several stage manager guides from college theater departments, and bought a book on the subject from Amazon, I felt like I knew what I was supposed to do.  And for the most part so far, in this particular situation, I’ve been relatively successful.  The director and I make a good team, but I am already aware that for a different director, I would have to do some things differently, mostly with regard to how I relate to the cast and how I help manage rehearsals (read: be tougher).

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Anyway, for those who don’t know and maybe don’t care to do a quick search, a stage manager is basically the glue that keeps the production together and the engine that drives it.  During rehearsals the stage manager is supposed to watch the time and make sure breaks happen on time, make sure things start and end on time, contact people who are late and find out what’s their holdup, call out actors’ lines when they can’t remember them, communicate  and coordinate with all the non-acting people involved, such as sound, lights, costumes, props, set, and orchestra, etc…THEN when the director has the show shaped the way he or she wants it, and the cast is doing full run-throughs, but especially after there are set pieces to work with, and the lighting and sound have been designed, the stage manager is the one with the headset who tells the tech crew when to raise and lower the curtains, when to fly other pieces in or out, when to cue the lights and sounds, when scene change is completed, etc.  In other words- both during the rehearsal process and the performance period, it is a huge undertaking.

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I was given this opportunity as a relative newbie to the theater and a complete newbie to stage managing other than the preparations I mentioned above.  They took a big leap of faith and trust in me, primarily because I have been the Queen of Gung Ho since I started with the theater, and because they trusted the opinion of one of my good friends who recommended me when they couldn’t get anyone with experience.  I think they already knew they could depend on me- they honored me with the MVP award for this season.  I won an Oscar-like statuette and felt like quite the bigshot.  MVP pic

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So.  Thus far, we have had nightly rehearsals, we are now in our exclusive rental period with the facility we perform in, we are in the process of building our set (which is not happening nearly fast enough) and we open TWO weeks from this Thursday.  Tonight is just the first night the cast is supposed to be “off-book” which means they can’t refer to their scripts during rehearsal. The scary part for ME, the scene change and cue-calling part (standby lights one… lights one go.  Standby fly… fly go) is yet to come.  But based on the way I have handled the challenges I’ve faced so far in this adventure, I really think I will probably make it through the intimidating part with only minor snafus.  At least I hope so.  I am doing my level best to be on the ball with this.  I am determined that the powers that be will not regret taking a chance on me, and of course I am hoping to be given the chance to stage-manage again in the future.

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One huge difficulty here, and one that has besieged me from the beginning of my involvement with ALT, is that a lot of people have started telling me that the problem with this new hobby (and one might even say ‘obsession’ there) is that I am putting the theater ahead of other things, more important things.  Most particularly with regard to my offspring.  As usual, when I get into something, I don’t get into it halfway.  I get into it with a vengeance.  Examples:  figure skating fan, Alaska, books, TV shows, Facebook.  Sometimes it seems like I can only wrap my head around one thing at a time.  In simple terms, I’m away from home.  A lot.  Now, I told the kids when I agreed to do this, that they would be “theater orphans” for the 6 weeks the play was in production.  Yes, the kids all live at home, but the girls are 20 years old.  The Boy is 13.  It’s not like I’m leaving three toddlers at home alone with a bowl of cat food and some water on the floor, ok?  True, they have a variety of behavioral and emotional issues that make it more like leaving 13 year old TRIPLETS at home alone, which is probably not a good idea.  But you get the point.  Sometimes I bring them to set construction and so forth, but mostly they are just not into it, which is fine.

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Anyway.  I will always have people telling me what I should and shouldn’t do with regard to my kids.  And I know I have made “mucho grande” mistakes in raising them, but I can’t and won’t kick myself for that now.  What I can and will do is enjoy my time at the theater and try to make sure I find balance.  I told them today I was sorry I was at the theater so much.  But that’s not gonna change for another 4 weeks.

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I guess this means I’d better not audition for To Kill a Mockingbird, which auditions August 11-12 and runs sometime in late September, huh? Sad face.

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Until next time,

D.

 

 

Rambling Treatise on Hair and Fat and Aspiring to NOT Fear Them May 30, 2014

 

Hello all.  I’m just taking a moment to write here, because auditions for the summer musical are Monday and Tuesday night, and I’m the Stage Manager, and who knows when I’ll be able to write again?  I was thinking about nightmares.  The two things I remember dreaming about last night, I would classify as bad dreams, not necessarily nightmares.  But when I started thinking about them, I wondered WHY on earth I or anyone else would ever be afraid of, or have negative feelings about, these two things, but so many are and do!  It just got me into this deep, thoughtful, sort of reflective type of mood, and what a “fear” of these two things means for me and every other person (mostly women) in the world:  ‘hair’ and ‘fat.’

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Now you’re probably wondering mostly about the first of these two words.  Here’s the backstory, the shocking confession:  I almost never remove the hair from my legs, by any method.  Rarely shave, or wax, or anything of the sort.  Yet they are virtually hair-free!  It’s either genetic, or I have some serious disease I don’t know about, or I never wear shorts, and my long pants somehow inhibit hair growth, or something.  I have a few little hairs here and there, but they are so light and thin and fine, I can barely even get hold of them with tweezers, which is how I usually remove them.    So what does this have to do with last night’s dreams?   Simple.  In my dream, I started growing hair on my legs and no matter how much I shaved, I always missed some, and what I DID manage to shave grew right back almost immediately.  That was upsetting and stressful to me in my dream.  When I woke up it just got me thinking about women and standards of beauty and how most women are always waxed, shaved, tweezed to the max, just to feel beautiful.  I think it’s sad.  Women, in the past, now, and always, have been subjected to absolutely unnatural standards of beauty and desirability.  Think of it! Corsets, foot-binding, bras, makeup, bikini wax!  Craziness, I tell you!

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Like most people, I have been on both ends of the discussion.  I went to a makeup party the other night- one of those facial and makeup demo things, you know.  And everyone looked beautiful to me, without their makeup.  Stunning WITH makeup, of course.  But perfectly lovely and acceptable without it.  And I, as a non-wearer of makeup daily, was heartily encouraged to continue with the routine of the makeup that was applied to my face that night, because my face “looks so much brighter!”  And secondly I remember being shocked at the willingness to be seen in public of a lady I met at a writer’s group meeting a couple of weeks ago, who I SWEAR had a full beard and mustache, and I couldn’t believe she could go around outside her house like that.  I distinctly remember telling someone that night that if I ever got that low on hormones, I wanted someone to shoot me.  WHAT?!!  I’d rather be dead than have hair on my face?  A) There are several different solutions to this particular issue, and B) Something seriously wrong with my perspective here.

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Anyway.  I don’t really have an answer for the problem.  I don’t expect women to suddenly stop shaving and wear no makeup ever, just in the interest of rebelling against cultural expectations and standards of beauty, except to tell women everyone to love who you are and what you look like and try to be as natural and real and authentic as possible, and if men, people, the world, don’t appreciate you exactly as you are, then pooh on them.  Who needs ‘em?

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Which, of course, leads to the other dream, the topic of which is one I have struggled with my entire life and chronicled extensively throughout this blog, and that is fat.  Weight.  Weight LOSS.  All that stuff.  In this dream last night, I saw one of my old friends from high school.  She has been up and down on the weight loss journey all her life, just as I have, and in the last couple of years has been doing really well.  But the last time I talked to her, she mentioned how she had slacked off and lost some ground.  So in this dream, I saw her, and she was much bigger than she had ever been.  Bigger than at her heaviest.  I swear she was actually three feet wide.  And I saw her hips and her completely round face, and I felt fear.  Desperate fear that I am headed to that exact same place, because I was talking with another friend last night about binge eating and out-of-control-ness, and it is all just terrifying.

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And therein lies the biggest problem that I have with fat.  In this culture, in this country, people act like FAT is the absolute worst thing you can be.  Worse than a liar, worse than a cheat, worse than lazy, worse than stupid, worse than selfish, worse than anything I can think of.  People would rather be ANYTHING than fat.

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Ok, so it’s completely true that life, physical life, is easier at a normal weight.  Movie seats, airplane seats, tourist attractions, doctor’s office visits, medical procedures, shopping, self-care and grooming (like shaving, for example).  All of those are not things you really have to even give much thought to…when you’re not fat.  You live longer, have more options for entertainment, like chasing a ball with your kids or walking the stupid dog, you have more life when you’re not living it insulated.  And for the record, that insulation can come in other ways than fat, but that’s another post.

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My point is that…I don’t know what my point is.  I just know I have been dealing with the upsliding scale for weeks and months, and it puts me in a state of terror, and I hate that.  I guess I just need to work on the whole self-love thing no matter what my weight and appearance.  I need to work toward complete self-approval, BUT I also need to focus on health.  Just health.  Good food choices, good activity choices.  Remembering that the life I want to live is out of reach as long as I can’t easily reach my shoes.  That awareness has got to count for something, right?

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Thanks for joining me on this ramble.  Stay tuned for updates on my Stage Manager experience as it unfolds.

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Until next time,

D.

 

 

My Summer Just Got a Lot Busier! May 22, 2014

Hello all!  I have a surprise.  I will get to it in a moment, but first the backstory.  Sorry, I’m an “expositionist.”  I’m a Veeery involved member of a community theatre.  I haven’t been there long, just barely a year.  But I got involved at this time last year and have just fallen in love with it.  I’ve made new friends, learned a LOT of stuff, and found something I enjoy to expand and colorize my world.  I’ve been involved in one aspect or another with every production they have done there since I started.  Last summer I was cast in the chorus of Les Mis, followed by set construction on August: Osage County, followed by set construction and co-lead in Secrets of the Buttermilk Hotel, followed by set construction and backstage crew on Young Frankenstein, followed by set construction and backstage crew on Smokey Joe’s Café, followed by set construction on The 39 Steps.  I have gone from knowing virtually nothing about theater to hoping for a major production team position.

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Every summer at ALT they do a big musical.  This year, it’s ‘Grease.’  They had a bit of a hard time finding a director because people’s schedules just didn’t fit, or things came up, or things fell through, but finally they found a director.  Earlier in the search though, they asked one of my best friends from the theater if she would direct.  After thinking about it for a while, she decided she wasn’t able to make it fit her schedule.  BUT.  During the time she was considering it, we had decided that if she directed, I would get to shadow whomever she picked as her stage manager.  The very day the board representative asked her if she would direct, I went out and bought a couple of binders, page dividers, and page protectors.  I procured a copy of the script and set it up in the binder.  I researched online and printed out some things on stage managing:  Stage Manager’s 10 Commandments, Stage Manager duties and checklist, survival guide, all the good stuff.  I even decorated the cover of my “book” with Grease stuff.  “Preparation, thy name is Klingon Woman!”  In the dictionary under Gung Ho there is a big old picture of me.  (Probably with Sharpie-drawn horns and a villain mustache because my eager-beaver enthusiasm irritated someone who hadn’t had their coffee yet.)

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So anyway.  Then my friend turned down the director job, and I thought, “Oh well.  Maybe another time, no big deal.”  I lost out on the opportunity to shadow the Stage Manager on 39 Steps, but I wasn’t worried, because I knew another opportunity would come up.  So yesterday I was in WalMart shopping for some things for my office, and I got a Facebook message from the executive producer for this show… are you ready for this?…. asking me if I wanted to stage manage Grease.  Not shadow.  Not assist.  DO it!  Wooohoooo!  So of course I immediately said, “Yes! with supervision.”  We talked a little and she assured me that several theater vets have said they would be available for questions and needs, so I am well-supported.

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I talked with the director last night, (who, incidentally, I went to school with and who my little sister and my father both know well) and I think we are going to work very well together.  I have begun to get a good idea of what he expects and how he wants things done, and I am ready to deliver! I’ve got my prompt book set up and ready to go, to-do lists, calendars, lists of things to bring to auditions and rehearsals, lists of things to buy for putting together my Stage Manager Kit… in short- I’m ready to learn and ready to work!

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So that’s my surprise.  In less than a year from my first time ever onstage, I am now a stage manager!  I’m looking forward to the process, even the hard parts.  The part I’m most scared of is the big part:  calling the show. (You know, “Standby Lights 1… Lights 1 Go!” I’ll be responsible for all the light cues, sound cues, fly loft cues, curtain cues, and set changes.  Except I don’t think  I can supervise set change AND call the show.  Maybe.  I’ll have to see how it goes as the process develops through rehearsal.  Ah well.  I’ll figure it out.  Bring it on!

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Stay with me throughout this journey and I’ll talk your ear off about all things Grease!

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Until next time,

D.

 

 

Finally, A “Z” Post and What’s New May 19, 2014

Filed under: A-Z,Ambitions,Poetry and Fiction — DDKlingonGirl @ 9:35 am
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Hello all.  I have to say I really hate that I bombed out on the A-Z challenge.  It was my first one to really attempt, and I kind of blew it.  But hey, life goes on.  I knew from the beginning that the Z post I wanted to do had to do with that handy little tool that used to be part of WordPress.  It was down at the bottom of the ‘new post’ screen:  Powered By…..Except I can’t remember the word, but I know it started with a Z.  (I want to say it was Zapata, but I’m not sure that’s right.)  A while back, when you went to work on a post, this handy little program would automatically link keywords for you, and give you suggested images and links to related material to choose from.   I always saved that for the end of the post.  It was so nifty and now it seems to be gone.

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So yeah.  That was what my final post was going to be about.  How I miss the program that did half the work for you when it came to links, images, and related materials.

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What’s new is that I am going to try, repeat: try, to work on submitting poetry to some competitions and anthologies.  I have just barely gotten started.  I submitted a few in February and a few last week. I know, that’s a pitiful consistency record.  The new goal is to perhaps make a chapbook and submit it to a few contests and if nothing happens with those, then just self-publish.  But my goodness, the instructions look… shall we say, daunting?  There are so many different ways to make them, and bind them, and I would really like mine to be nicer than just stapled down the middle, but I’m not sure I can figure out the instructions for making them fancy.  It would require purchasing an AWL, let’s just put it that way.  Oh, and the other big negative?  For some contests, anything I’ve posted here is ineligible for submission.  The contests are for previously unpublished material, and it’s considered published if it is posted online anywhere.  Which really bites because a couple of the pieces I have posted here, I did so because I considered them among my best.  Ah, well.  We roll on, and I will just have to create something new and even better.

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So, short post today, but it serves as my final entry in the A to Z Challenge and my transition into what’s coming up.  Also stay tuned for more news about what’s going on for me in the world of my beloved community theatre, ALT.

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Until next time,

D.

 

 

Blogging Challenge Has Flown By: Catching Up with U through Y! April 29, 2014

Filed under: A-Z — DDKlingonGirl @ 11:45 am
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Hello all.  I refuse to just abandon the A-Z challenge completely.  I thought about it, but then I decided I didn’t want to be a Slacky McSlacksALot and give it up so close to the end.  So I’m going to give it my best shot to get caught up today and finish strong tomorrow.  U to Y.  Here we go:

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U- Under the Tuscan Sun

I have just put this movie on my ‘next up to watch’ list.  A friend of mine has been loaning me some movies recently, and the first two were all romantic, mooshy, schloopy movies about running away and living in Italy and France.  You know the types- their cinematography is all golden light,  drenched in olive oil and red wine, and everyone has wavy hair and wears white tank tops and peasant skirts.  Well, duh!  Who wouldn’t want to go exist in a world like that?  Makes me wonder if people who actually do live in Italy and France really know how good they have it?  Then again, on some days, in certain lights, if you tilt your head and squint, and perhaps take a hit of some tribal herb, my home state is beautiful in its own right. (I’m absolutely kidding about the tribal herb, by the way.)  Oh, incidentally, the first two movies were A Good Year and Midnight In Paris.  Also The Tango Lesson, which is basically a 2-hour recruiting speech for Argentinian tango lessons.  And a very effective one, I might add. You watch and go, “Holy cow, what I wouldn’t give to be able to move like that and with that much passion!”

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V- Veggies!

V is for Veggies with a Capital V.  Veggies is the local health food store here in town, and I am at this very moment staring at the empty take-out container on my desk that, an hour ago, had my Big, Lovely, Healthful, Nutritious, Mostly Organic salad in it.  They have this lunch café’ there in the health food store, and each day Mama Mary, the owner, creates two soups, an entrée, a dessert, and a salad bar that would make you drool in your socks.   You can make your own salad, or if you’re slightly hungrier, a creation they call a Haystack, which is a salad built on top of blue corn chips, vegetarian baked beans, and vegan “cheezy” sauce.  Anyway.  It is all vegan, organic as much as possible, and homemade fresh from scratch.  Veggies is my favorite place to go when I need to treat myself to a healthful lunch.  One salad probably has a whole day’s worth of nutrients in it.  I would eat there every single day, if I could afford it, and there we discover the only drawback:  it’s relatively expensive.  The salad is sold by the pound, and if you pile on all the salad toppings, you could easily spend more than you would like.  But honestly?  It’s totally worth it. If I ever won the lottery, I might hire Mary as my personal chef.

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W- Woebegone

Ok, I just now thought of this as a word to write about, and I know it’s silly.  But look at it.  It’s a word that describes someone who looks sad and down, but the individual components of the word, (woe, be, gone) taken together should describe a person who is feeling exactly the opposite, right?  I know, I need therapy or something, but really.  Woebegone is a weird word.  ;)

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X- X Factor

Is that show still on?  I never watched it anyway.  I googled a list of words that start with X and none of them looked compelling or had any definitions handy.  I started to write about the ‘x’ in algebra, because my son is learning division in math and it’s driving him crazy, so I dread algebra like the plague.  I mean I dread when he starts having to learn it.  I guess I should try to remember what I was preaching to him today on the way to school:  don’t dread it, because that only predispositions your mind to a negative perception of the event.  Life is much, MUCH easier to handle when you maintain a positive outlook.

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Y- YOLO

People seem to have a love-hate relationship with this little acronym.  Half the people love it, and half the people hate it, I think.  It stands for You Only Live Once, which is obviously true (unless you believe in reincarnation) but what exactly do they mean by it?  Those people who are always hashtagging it every time they post about something they perhaps consider daring or brave or, dare we say it, stupid, on the social media of their choice.  Do they mean “you only live once, so do every stupid thing you possibly can, so that when you die, people scratch their heads and say ‘It’s a wonder he lasted this long.’”?  Or do they mean “you only live once, so make the best choices you can, because regret is a bad thing to live with, but a worse thing to die with.”?  I’m sure there is a much deeper discussion to have on the connotations of this popular little phrase, but I’m just kind of skimming the surface today.  For me, YOLO means this is the only life you get, so make it a good one.

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Ok, so tomorrow I will try to come up with a Z-post that will be both well thought out and entertaining, and finish the April A-Z Blogging Challenge with finesse.  And then we will get back to our regularly scheduled programming.

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Until next time,

D.

 

 

Letter N Through Letter T: Playing Catch-up On the A to Z April 23, 2014

Filed under: A-Z — DDKlingonGirl @ 10:16 am
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Neverending story

Hello all!  Man, this is the first time I’ve tried to do the A to Z challenge, and I have to say, I feel I’m failing spectacularly.  It’s never been an easy thing for me to write (or do anything else) every single day without fail.  But let me see if I can pull out another multi-letter post and catch up to where I’m supposed to be.  Hmmm, N through T.  I can do this.

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N- Neverending Story

I loved this movie.  The first one, the original with Noah Hathaway and Barrett Oliver.  Holy cow, I thought Noah Hathaway was so cute back then!  I have a rather eclectic (some would say weird) taste in music, and the theme song from Neverending Story popped up on my iTunes playlist the other day.  I stopped to see who the artist was, and it didn’t even show in my library.  I don’t know where I downloaded that song from, but under ‘artist’ it just said Various Artists.  So… I Googled it.  Turns out it’s by an artist(s) called Limahl.  Here’s the video.  Just to give you a “neverending” earworm!  Also discovered in my search for nostalgia:  here’s Noah in his later years.  I never would have recognized him, but I can still see the little warrior he was.  He’s still kinda hawt, if you ask me.  If you want a good laugh, here’s an article with 9 Reasons Why Adults Should Never Watch Neverending Story.  I think the author may be a little nitpicky- I can still watch the show and enjoy it, but maybe I’m just weird like that.

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O- Optimism

In general, I am an eternal optimist.  Some people think that’s a bad thing, others not so much.  In the short term, I can be pessimistic and negative, but when it comes to the long haul, I basically have faith that everything will work out ok.  Or… I just go around in my little bubble and don’t think about it too much.  Maybe that’s the secret to optimism?

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P- PiYo

My exercise of choice recently has been a class my little sister teaches at a local gym.  The class is called PiYo.  It’s a combination of Pilates, Yoga, and other influences, but basically it’s all about increasing strength, stamina, and balance.  It’s no impact, but you still sweat like a pig.  At least I do.  Here’s my favorite video demonstrating what PiYo is.  Granted, I’m nowhere near that flexible or strong yet, but I’m getting there.  Yay for determination, right?

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Q- Quench

You ever look at words until they start to look weird?  I do that sometimes.  You look at a word, maybe one you just wrote or typed, and you think, ‘Wait, is that right?  Is that spelled right?  That looks weird.’  And you look it up, and sure enough, you’ve spelled it correctly but you still can’t help sitting there staring at it and wondering why a word you have been able to spell since 4th grade suddenly looks so foreign.  Quench seems like that kind of a word to me today.  Just me?  Ok, then.

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R- Regret

Life is too short to live with it.  Don’t.  Make good choices, and when you make bad choices, own them, accept them, learn from them, and move forward.  This message brought to you as a public service courtesy of The Klingon Woman’s Love Life.  :)

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S- Sizzle

Sizzle is another one of those weird-looking words I was talking about earlier, but it also connects with regret.  For some reason today, I am in the mood to preach the message of living your life with Sizzle.  That means allow your life to have electricity.  To have power.  To crackle with sensuality and beauty and all that other sexy stuff.  (Hey, look more “S” words!) But seriously.   My theory is that if you live your life with Sizzle, you probably won’t have Regret.  Ya think?

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T-Time

Time.  Man, that stuff gets away from us.  My son will be 13 in two weeks.  I can’t believe it, but there it is.  He’s almost a teenager.  He’s awesome and awful and amazing and annoying, and I can barely remember when he was just a tiny baby.  We always think we’re going to remember those days forever, but we don’t.  So, again, connecting to the idea of regret, I would remind you to be aware of time.  Be aware of how fast it passes and what you are doing with it.  Unfortunately I am a terrible time waster, and also I have passed by many opportunities to spend quality time with my family, but all I can do is… what did I say above, under the topic of regret?  Own, accept, learn, and move forward.  So that is where I’m going to aim my little boat for now.  Move forward toward making the most of my time.

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And there it is, folks.  My catch-up post for today.  Thanks for coming along with me on this journey.

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Until next time,
D.

PS- Dig my clever rhyming title! :)  I almost never title the post until the end.

 

 
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