Hi kids, I'm Back!

I say that in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger as Mr. Kimball in Kindergarten Cop voice. What does this mean? This means I am out of my slump. I am back in the New York Groove. I'm firing on all cylinders. Heck! I'm freaking fantastic! Why? Because I have found something to really look forward to.

This morning when I came into work "Jenn" told me about an audition for my dream role. Now honestly most everyone who knows me says that I am pretty much the real life version of Tracy Turnblad...and they're right. And I have always wanted to be Tracy. And in November there are going to be two auditions at two different theaters for Hairspray. Odds are that I will get one of them right? Right? Right. So not only would I get to be Tracy...my dream role. And get to sing "Mama I'm a Big Girl Now" and "Good Morning Baltimore" and "I Can Hear the Bells". BUT I would also KISS the gentleman who is playing Link Larkin! That's right...I'd finally kiss someone too. I mean sure it would just be a stage kiss...but at this point I'm counting it.

So I have you know a while to prepare and get ready for the big audition. Anyone have ideas of what I could sing? Just so you know...I'll rock whatever you throw my way...

So when I tell y'all that I am Tracy...anyone who actually knows me should come see  me in my super fabulous play. 

And if I for some reason don't get it...expect my blog to become completely morose.

Traveling, Traveling, Traveling...Just Traveling Through

So I went to visit my cousins this weekend to see my sweet Manneguin Twin be in her school play. I drove down with my Grannee. Just the two of us. For four and a half hours. Yeah it was that awesome.
I'm determined to get a tan. I am far too white for my own good. Have you ever seen The Brady Bunch movie? Well you know that scene when Jan gets out of bed and you see her legs and you think to yourself "Self, her legs must be in white tights because no human beings legs are actually that color"...yeah. My legs are whiter than that. Oh and as my cousin just pointed out to me...I have no excuse. I'm 1/4 mexican for crying out loud in the night. I should be at least 75% white pastiness and 25% golden luscious. Right?
On a more personal note. I'm pretty sure I saw the man I'm going to marry. We didn't talk or anything. And I don't think he saw me. And I don't know anything about him or how I'll ever find him again. Let alone get him to marry me if I do ever find him...but I'm pretty sure it was a match made in High School Play Attendance Heaven. Which as you know is the happiest of all the high school play heavens. Is it wrong to bank my future happiness on a man who has no idea who I am and who I'll probably never see again? Nah. We're good.