It's crazy to think that this morning I was in Milwaukee.
Since then I have flown to Baltimore, got a ride with my cool sis Jenna, kissed my cats, kissed my husband, had lunch with a dear friend, and was able to be in the audience of a downright thrilling, hilarious, and moving production of Godspell.
Really, it's hard to explain how proud I am of them.
And it's hard to explain the magic that took place on that stage; the ways that each person walked out friendship with Jesus and how kindly and warmly He explained the best ways of living for us all; how the songs would flow from the dialogue seamlessly and the dancing was perfect punctuation.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
It's crazy to think that this morning I was in Milwaukee.
Yesterday was trying.
As in I was trying to do the show after something in my rib cage popped.
I was on stage for the opening, just stretching. My rib had been feeling better, so I was maybe not being as tentative, when mid-stretch, I felt something pop followed by immediate pain.
My eyes filled with tears because it hurt so much. People were telling me not to do the jazz combination but my group was first and it made no sense to me to simply stand by idly and watch. I did it, but very very safely and small. I went alll the way through my scene, sang my song, and again it was done mutedly because I was trying to move my torso as little as possible.
My understudy went in about half way through the show; must have been interesting for the audience to see Kristine go from a tall brunette with cropped hair to a much shorter blonde with long hair.
Went to the ER and got to spend about three hours with Milwaukee's finest. They took x-rays and the good news is that there is no major
break; could be a hairline fracture or damaged cartilage, but it will heal so long as I do no heavy lifting or strenuous activity.
So there goes all my fun for this week.
Guess while I'm at the beach with my family I'm just gonna have to relax. And Drew's just gonna have to lug all my heavy stuff. Shoot.
I also got a sexy rib belt. Not exactly couture, but it does add some support that I'm not about to turn down right now. The man who put it on me in the hospital put it over my shirt. Over it. So I looked like a mummy or something. Yeah, that wasn't gonna work for me, so as soon as
he left I pulled my shirt right back over it.
Mummy problem solved.
Okay, gotta board my flight. Oh, and I got an upgrade to 1st class for $9...not bad at all.
And almost home...
Friday, June 26, 2009
The sweet strains of Japanese are serenading me right now as my roommate faithfully practices the language of the land which we are visiting at the end of the summer.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
At the time of this photo, I had recently had my ribcage crunched, so was playing Mom On The Beach and hanging out on the shore.
He also disposed of the mullet that I was working on in the back.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
The first night after the roller coaster incident, I did what I always do when I am nervous that there is something wrong.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
This is just dumb.
Or like my friend Jordan said, maybe God just wants me to rest for a minute.
But I still say it's dumb.
See, while at Mt. Olympus Amusement Park yesterday I innocently got onto a roller coaster (Hades, to be specific, which probably should have been my first clue) and sat right next to a friend. At one of the more energetic twists, all of my friend's body weight slammed right into my ribcage and effectively crunched me between himself and the car.
And cracked a rib.
Another unfortunate part was that I was having a really fun time on the coaster right before that moment. Like, we had just taken a huge dip and I was feeling my heart kind of leave my body, you know? It was thrilling. But then I felt like my ribs were leaving my body and couldn't breathe and was just immersed in pain and was still being freaking jostled by that stupid roller coaster!!!
We're all settled in now. Sleeping, or about to be.
There are four of us nestled in at the Aloha Resort here in Wisconsin Dells.
I know, I know--so appropiately named; when you think Wisconsin you think Hawaii. So much so that all the tucan birds and faux folliage cluttering the lobby isn't even necessary.
But you can't argue that it's a nice touch anyway.
We've just come in from one of the loveliest nights. The air was warm and damp, but since we were sitting on the dock of the Lake Delton, it felt perfect. Just like the symmetry presented in the skyline of trees that give way to the stars; if you didn't get it the first time in the sky, all you had to do was look at the lake to see it again, reflected in the water like God's own crystal ball.
Not that he needs one.
Of course there was music involved. We busted out every song we knew and remembered and sometimes barely even remembered but found our way through the melodys and lyrics anyway. David had his guitar and his Iphone unlocked chord progressions.
Thank God for that magic phone.
We sang quite a lengthy and fun pop version of Create In Me A Clean Heart, both of us having grown up going to church every Sunday
morning, so we knew it so well that we got into a nice jam and didn't want to stop.
So we didn't. At least, not until we repeated it at least 10 times past what it's author probably ever intended. At least, from a let's-try-to-keep-life-interesting-by-trying-a-different-song-once-you've-played-this-one-through-12-times-already standpoint.
But I think God enjoyed it, and I know I did.
I eventually grabbed the guitar and showed off the five or six chords that I know. We made up a song. And though I may not remember it in
the morning, it was a fun little melody while it lasted, not to mention the collaboration of lyrics it offered that commented on everything from the water slides we rode on today to the popular phrase our dear friend Mindy has gotten us all saying, No thank you.
And yes, you can sing about anything. It may not make albums, per se, but it'll do just fine in the late night hours on a dock among friends.
Besides, for all the laughter it brought about, that song was a keeper.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
First things first.
Friday, June 19, 2009
I am not sure of a whole lot of things, but I think I have made a few good decisions concerning God and Drew and trying not to let my fear have the final word.
At least I'd think that if I believed in luck.
I can count on that tribe, my family and friends, to remind me of who I am.
Every once in a great while I stumble upon some wisdom.
- Is it 2 am?
- Is the only thing that I could possibly use to cut my bangs, short of the kitchen knife, a tiny pair of rusted fingernail scissors?
- Do you have any sort of training in hair styling whatsoever? Have you ever cut anybody's else's hair? Do you remember how horrible it was when your brother Jonathan played barber shop with you and lured you into a chair like a lamb to the slaughter, leaving you to sit innocently while he went to town on your head; when your mother saw the
damagestyle she had to take the scissors and cut a tiny fringe on the top of your forehead making you look like some sort of homage to Fryer Tuck--do you remember that at all?
- And finally, are you in a show and therefore have to literally be in a spotlight before thousands of people eight times a week and would really rather not research the accessibility of bang extensions in Minneapolis?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Last night we had a lovely opening night party here in Minneapolis. That was where a few of us had a pleasant conversation with the manager of the Capitol Grille downtown. And when he proceeded to invite us to his restaurant for lunch on him, we graciously accepted and said we'd see him soon.
And then today, we just had to explore the Mall of America.
Actually, it really was quite confusing. Also, we had to wear these plastic gloves to keep from smudging the mirrors so we looked quite hilarious, to boot.
We rode a roller coaster.
Which was operated by a woman who had never even ridden it herself.
I am ridiculous.
And before you try to tell me why I'm not, let me just tell you why I am.
See, I keep my stage makeup and life makeup together, without really much of a distinction. All of it is tossed en masse into a pink zippered makeup case in which the cover sports two ladies freshening up in front of a mirror with the words Ready to Rock written in bold cursive underneath.
My sister has told me more than once that the bag is ugly and should be replaced. The thing is, my friend got it for me the first time I ever did a musical. It was A Chorus Line, ironically enough, and because she played Val the first half of the run an I played val the second half, she said we were those two cool girls who are putting their makeup on, so obviously ready to rock.
So, I haven't been able to actually get rid of it, but I have managed to now leave it completely behind twice in one seven day span.
That's right, twice.
Last Tuesday I was coming back from vacation and left that pink bag in my bedroom. Poor Drew had to run to the fedex before five and overnight it to me. And I couldn't believe how silly I'd been.
And this Tuesday? Oh, I only left it in columbus Ohio and then proceeded to fly to Minneapolis. Lucky for me, Drew was still in Columbus
since he had a later flight than me and could once again run over to a fedex and overnight it to me.
And he never said one word of recrimination, either.
That's some major points. Major.
But this was topped by arriving at baggage claim only to wait for 45 minutes while trying to be happy for everyone else as they grabbed their precious bags and went merrily on their way. Finally that bin came down the conveyor belt--you know, the one you never want to see because it displays the words LAST BAG in bright and maddening letters?
I walked over to the claim desk and they said something hopeful like, "Is your bag black with white polka dots?" I eagerly gave my assent
and the woman told me to follow her to a back room where I, no joke, found my bag amidst puppies and birds.
PUPPIES AND BIRDS!!!!
I can only assume my bag had learned to growl or cluck and so had been taken to be one of them. When I correctly identified it as mine (while others around me were claiming their Fidos and their homing pidgeons respectively, mind you), an airline employee lifted the bag and started resolutley away. I politely told him the bag was mine. He walked. I got louder. He still walked. I finally sort of yelled that the bag was
MINE!!!!!!!!!! And he gave me the benefit of a glance as he set my bag down on the now empty and inanimate conveyor belt. It was a waste of his energy since I had been right there the whole time, but who knows? Maybe it's a rule that nobody can pick up a bag at an airport until
it has touched a conveyor belt.
And perhaps it's especially true of a bag that is thought to be an animal.
They never did find the second bag, but it was back at the hotel once I got home tonight, so it wasn't a huge deal.
And my friend took pity on the fact that the dress I was planning on wearing to the opening night party here was who knows where in the
continental US since it was packed in my missing bag and so let me borrow her Betsy Johnson dress.
And now I must leave you at that since I am really really tired and please be mindful of the fact that I blogger this post on my iPhone and please forgive the typos and this run-on sentence.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Last night was so much fun.
It's weird, when I play my music I don't really feel nervous. Just super excited to share.
Drew, myself, and Clyde apparently all got the memo that white shirts and jeans was the uniform of choice. We couldn't help but laugh when we showed up in different variations of the exact same thing.
Maybe my favorite moment of the night was the last song. Drew played the guitar and lent his voice for the chorus. It's a special song because I wrote it on a bus, in a moment when I let myself feel a little overwhelmed by experiencing so much newness and beauty alone.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Sitting. And waiting. Trying to make the most of my time.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tonight I almost lost it on stage.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
How is it that so many cool, kind people exist, live their lives, are given nine digit social security numbers just like the rest of us and yet we know nothing about them?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Back to work today.
Monday, June 8, 2009
This has been a lovely weekend.
Like, I said I was at the church at 9:45 and the wedding didn't actually start until 11, so I had some time on my hands. You know, to take pictures of the way my shoes matched my dress.
Drew played the part well. Naturally.
As did a funky do-it-yourself milk bar.
And not only did they have cereal, they also had every kind of peanut butter imaginable.
And I love peanut butter. On the road, it is one of my cannot-do-without staples.
To grab hold of that illusive marriage license so that I can get my life in order according to the state of Delaware.
This is one of my favorite views of my parent's land. And I love this time of year. The grass is so bright from the rainy springtime season and it seems that every possible thing that can grow does.
Strider has a way of making you get down on the floor with him.
And when his furry paws wrap around you, it's over.
Life is just good. And you can't help but admit it.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Drew and I walked into Friendly's tonight for some ice cream but walked out with something else.
Friday, June 5, 2009
I am listening to the sounds of Seal. There is a smallish
creeper cat laying in bed and she's been watching us intently for a while now.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
I have nowhere else to look.
Meet Desmond, the golden doodle and newest edition to Jonathan and Rebekah's (my brother and sister-in-law) family. He's adorable and I couldn't get enough of him!