(Well, so it's not completely a week later)

Shout out, props, and all sorts of other thanks go to Megan for not only sneaking Hope and myself *backstage* at the *Muny* on Monday before the opening on "The Music Man" (and all the "This is Hannah, my friend from college who also wants to go into stage managing" pushing in front of important production and hiring people), but also for inviting us for the post-show cast and crew party where I met Harold Hill himself, and talked gypsy moth for a good ten minutes with one of the members of the barbershop quartet. We didn't get home that night until 2:30ish, I still got up at six to go out mothing, and I haven't felt as cool in awhile.

Also from yesterday: World, meet Satchmo

Good Lord, Applebee's Parmasean Chicken is so friggin' good, I'm glad it was gigantic so I can eat it again today for lunch.

Two letters to "friends"

Dear Squirrels,

One day I'm going to stop caring, swerving, braking, and all, and then where will you be?  That's right: in the exact spot on the pavement where you were bouncing along last as I came driving around the corner.  Stop pressing your chances.

 
Dear All Those Insipid Guys from Today,

So, was it the muddy jeans, the over-sized white polo, or the unwashed hair that meritted me hot enough to whistle at?  I'm just wondering so I can replicate the look in real life when I actually feeling like getting some attention, as opposed to while I'm working and feel grungy.

P.S. - Guys at the State Park: you were totally drinking and we both know it, so you're lucky I didn't feel like sending a park ranger after you.

Bite-sized Toast

All y'all have gotten from me in the past few posts are tiny niblets of my thoughts, so I figure I might as well stick together a bunch and justify to myself the probable week in between this and the next post.  (How's that for productive?)

 * Unknown perk of driving in four inch go-go boots: your foot is already at the proper angle to accelerate or brake without moving anything.  Who knew they'd actually support my ankles in any form?

 * Flipping through my theatre banquet photos (yes, I just now finished the roll) brought up one big thought: I definitely need to get some use out of that zebra print top this summer.  How dare I let that sit in my drawer when it looks as adorable as it looks?

 * I was a fool to believe I could really eat that one Tootsie Roll and let the remaining six million stay in the container.

 * My scrapbook (the one that still isn't finished and therefore has nowhere to go but up) weighs in at just under ten pounds.  Seriously.

 * When all those thunderstorms started getting extra heavy last night, I walked around with my techie mini-flashlight clipped to my jeans, just in case...and used it.

 * Anyone could follow what DVDs I've recently watched, including the exact order, through my bad habit of placing the one I've pulled out of the player into the freshly empty box of the movie I'm about to watch instead of tracking down the proper box.  You'd need to go through about seven boxes right now to actually find "Say Anything...," and that's in the middle of my movie stack.

 * Caleb, I might as well stick all your left-at-home-DVDs in my room right now and stop the slow leakage.  Plus, I promise to put them back in their proper boxes before I see you again.

I swear I'll get regular updates again someday...probably when I'm avoiding schoolwork

I finished checking all my traps the required once today.  You know what that means: "Havana Nights," you're mine!

Have I truly become that sad?

I plan my Saturday mornings around Lizzie Maguire at 9:00.

Caleb, you're missing out

First, I have to say how much I hate political ads.  Most of the time, they're mean, twist statistics around, and just alienate me from all the people involved.
 
However, the more commericals I see between the two democrats running for Missouri governor, Bob Holden (current reason why Missouri has issues) and Claire McCaskill (who's last name I probably didn't spell correctly), the more entertained I feel.  These two have to be tearing the Democrats appart.
 
These two might have started out semi-friendly, but now, well...they have statistics, they're claiming the same people support *them* not that other guy, Holden's started a "that's opportunism" campaign against Claire's work as state auditor, Ex-Senator [only because Missouri actually voted in a dead guy] Jean Carnahan jumped into the fight recently, and my favorite tagline of all of them features a voice mimicing the airline company and telling us "Missouri, you are now free to pick a new governor."
 
Can you imagine what Matt Blunt, the republican running against them both, is thinking?  He doesn't even run commericals, what with the democrats giving him Christmas/birthday/anniversary/groundhog day gifts all in one.
 
I can't wait to see what pops up next.  And for all those Rockaway Beach ads to stop.

Tell Aunt Lori--she'll understand!

Pick city of the day: Zwingle, Iowa!

Yes, I saw the cows.

I'm back.
 
Naturally, this means I haven't posted for awhile (seeing as I'm adding this on Saturday, a week later).
 
I did have a fun time (though--at the last minute--I left the cow flip-flops out of the bag and saved their debut for the Muny on Monday) and should have photographic proof later today...though whether I'll ever scan the pics is beyond me.  I'm just glad I remembered to drop off the film.
 
Anyway.  I loved seeing my relatives, especially all the little bitty ones I hadn't seen since they were even smaller and talked real gibberish instead of real words that I can't understand.  I spent quality time at an aquarium/riverboat museum with my Aunt Lori, cousin Abby, and almost two-year-old cousin Max.  For me, the girl who's still all "kids?  no kids?," it was an interesting day.  Plus, cable cars and ice cream!
 
There was much time spent beside the pool along with some actual time inside it, I now have a list of more places I need to visit in Europe from the aunt who used to be a nanny and traveled everywhere, and I only hit antique stores on the way home.  All in all, a productive weekend, even with all the hours spent in the car.

Win a dream weekend getaway to beautiful Iowa!

My bags aren't really packed, and there's no jet plane involved, but it is the Iowa branch of the family's reunion this weekend, so I'm skipping out on Wal-Mart to play in the land of the cows. I'm looking forward to seeing all sorts of cousins, aunts, uncles, etc that live too far away to visit often. Plus, cows. (Hopefully there will be cows. They can admire my new cow print flip-flops.)

See you when I get back, internet.

Cue Understatement

So. It was a rough week last week with all that pruning and being lost and feeling like a complete idiot and rain and on and on and on, but I’ve moved beyond it and—in an effort to accentuate the positive over, well, everything else—I won’t use the blog to rant and rave about things. Instead...

Benefits, Part One

I still feel sore, but, dudes! Check out my arm muscles! They’re visible!

Songs Stuck in My Head the Past Week

(no particular order)

* Liza Minelli – “Cabaret”
* Pirates of Penzane – “Poor Wandering One” and “With Cat Like Tread”
* Sheryl Crow – “If it Makes You Happy”
* Mark Schultz – “Letters from War”
* Little Shop of Horrors – “Somewhere That’s Green” and “Suddenly Seymour”
* Cake – “Love You Madly”
* isn’t that bad enough? And I can’t remember half of them.

Benefits, Part Two

All that “Hannah alone time,” while it was going to drive me crazy at first, did provide a nice bonus of lots of prayer time. So, if anyone felt any extra sunshine last week, you’re welcome. Trust me, I’ve already told myself thanks.

Watching the Boston fireworks

Tell me that's not Celine Dion singing "God Bless America."

'My home sweet home' my foot, Ms. Canadian.

Excuses, Excuses

I swear I'll update someday (and then you can hear about my horrid week [that eventually got better] out working for the other forestry work team prunning [as in, cutting them out completely] trees in what felt like the middle of nowhere.

However, I'm currently distracted by the fact that--since it's July--I can now online reserve my books for next semester and I couldn't be more thrilled. I am such a dork.