So here are some pictures of my cuties from our last trip to the beach before school started:
Monday, September 19, 2011
Mommy Monday
Too busy being a mom to blog about being a mom. :P
So here are some pictures of my cuties from our last trip to the beach before school started:
So here are some pictures of my cuties from our last trip to the beach before school started:
Friday, September 16, 2011
Friends on Friday- Jamie
Fridays are dedicated to my friends! I plan on interviewing one a week to get to know them better and celebrate their awesomeness.
I have a fantastic friend that I met in high school. The only other time I was kind of homeless, she somehow convinced her mother let me stay in their house for a while. She is wacky and fun. Some of our fondeset memories are of a large box that we referred to as the transmogrifier or some such thing and terrorizing the theatre department. We also worked at the Arizona Renaissance Festival. I was on the bad guy side and she was on the good guy side. We sewed the Knights some boxers together and other cool things. We also designed the senior T-shirt for our HS. She still resides in the Phoenix area and from what I gather takes amazing photos, makes great art, knits and is just downright awesome.
Jamie is also the one who inspired Friends on Fridays with her own interview section on her website. I haven't been able to finish my interview with her yet but will post it here when it is complete. But for know, check out the interview section on her site: http://www.jamiemulhern.com/blog/category/interviews/
I have a fantastic friend that I met in high school. The only other time I was kind of homeless, she somehow convinced her mother let me stay in their house for a while. She is wacky and fun. Some of our fondeset memories are of a large box that we referred to as the transmogrifier or some such thing and terrorizing the theatre department. We also worked at the Arizona Renaissance Festival. I was on the bad guy side and she was on the good guy side. We sewed the Knights some boxers together and other cool things. We also designed the senior T-shirt for our HS. She still resides in the Phoenix area and from what I gather takes amazing photos, makes great art, knits and is just downright awesome.
Jamie is also the one who inspired Friends on Fridays with her own interview section on her website. I haven't been able to finish my interview with her yet but will post it here when it is complete. But for know, check out the interview section on her site: http://www.jamiemulhern.com/blog/category/interviews/
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Theatre Thursday - My introduction to theatre
Thursdays are going to be dedicated to my first love: theatre. Spell check does not like to spell it that way, but I like to think of theater as going to the movies and theatre as live theatre. There is something about living and breathing the same air as someone creating art.
Since I am working on eventually getting a BFA in Theatre Arts. I thought I would use this day to chronicle what I am doing to improve and what is inspiring me. As I start though, I would like you to reminisce with me on how I got to this point.
I got into the theatre during junior high. I wasn't successful in elementary school at an instrument and since I wanted a fun elective theatre seemed like it would be fill that category. I loved it. Unfortunately, I was very shy and very quiet. My teacher told me I was good but that it was too hard to hear me. So the next summer I spent the whole summer in my back yard practicing "projecting." My parents worked during the week so they never knew what I was up to and since it was scorching hot in AZ during the summer my brothers left me alone. My mother did discover I really did love the theatre and took me to see my first professional show, Fiddler on the Roof which was put on my the Arizona Jewish Theatre Company. I loved it!
The next school year I was still not cast in any of the big shows but I still helped back stage. My ninth grade year I got some smaller roles but nothing huge. The biggest thing that happened to me that year was an introduction to Shakespeare. It wasn't in my Theatre class but rather my English class that I discovered a knack for understanding the Bards works.
We even got to take a trip to see The Southwest Shakespeare Company's Romeo and Juliet. They kept it in the era it was written for and it was captivating despite some teenage rascals throwing Skittles at Juliet during her drinking of the sleeping potion monologue. Juliet didn't miss a beat. I was entranced and vowed to work for the company eventually.
In high school, I continued with my endeavors. As fate would have it the drama teacher at my HS was also the co-founder for the Southwest Shakespeare Company. As such, the company provided opportunities for HS students to act as "Wenches and Knaves" aka ushers for their shows. I jumped at the chance and got to see many wonderful shows as a result. I developed a keen love for Shakespeare during this time.
I kept getting cast in smaller roles along with backstage work in HS. I worked hard in order to try to improve my skills. My senior year, the drama department put on The Tempest and The Matchmaker (the show Hello, Dolly came from). In The Tempest, I played Trinculo, a clown and originally a part for a boy.
Exeunt Omnes
Since I am working on eventually getting a BFA in Theatre Arts. I thought I would use this day to chronicle what I am doing to improve and what is inspiring me. As I start though, I would like you to reminisce with me on how I got to this point.
I got into the theatre during junior high. I wasn't successful in elementary school at an instrument and since I wanted a fun elective theatre seemed like it would be fill that category. I loved it. Unfortunately, I was very shy and very quiet. My teacher told me I was good but that it was too hard to hear me. So the next summer I spent the whole summer in my back yard practicing "projecting." My parents worked during the week so they never knew what I was up to and since it was scorching hot in AZ during the summer my brothers left me alone. My mother did discover I really did love the theatre and took me to see my first professional show, Fiddler on the Roof which was put on my the Arizona Jewish Theatre Company. I loved it!
The next school year I was still not cast in any of the big shows but I still helped back stage. My ninth grade year I got some smaller roles but nothing huge. The biggest thing that happened to me that year was an introduction to Shakespeare. It wasn't in my Theatre class but rather my English class that I discovered a knack for understanding the Bards works.
We even got to take a trip to see The Southwest Shakespeare Company's Romeo and Juliet. They kept it in the era it was written for and it was captivating despite some teenage rascals throwing Skittles at Juliet during her drinking of the sleeping potion monologue. Juliet didn't miss a beat. I was entranced and vowed to work for the company eventually.
In high school, I continued with my endeavors. As fate would have it the drama teacher at my HS was also the co-founder for the Southwest Shakespeare Company. As such, the company provided opportunities for HS students to act as "Wenches and Knaves" aka ushers for their shows. I jumped at the chance and got to see many wonderful shows as a result. I developed a keen love for Shakespeare during this time.
I kept getting cast in smaller roles along with backstage work in HS. I worked hard in order to try to improve my skills. My senior year, the drama department put on The Tempest and The Matchmaker (the show Hello, Dolly came from). In The Tempest, I played Trinculo, a clown and originally a part for a boy.
It was so much fun! One of my good friends at the time, designed and made all the costumes. My costumes had bells sewn all over it. So, backstage I had to wear a black robe and shuffle along so as not to create any noise as I walked.
The director of the Southwest Shakespeare Conservatory (an actor training program) was in the audience for one of the shows and told me I was just darling in the role. But alas, this post is getting way too wordy. What came after is long enough for it's own story. So I will continue on next week.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Blackberry Revenge
The blackberry season is coming to an end. The clouds have rolled in and we are preparing for perpetual fall around here. When the blackberries start coming out my kids are transformed into savage beasts in which the only thing that can placate them is the lure of the blackberry. Luckily, there is a row of blackberry bushes just down the hill from home. So, I often send them out to pick blackberries to their hearts content.
You would think that the bush would stand no chance against four rabid salivating creatures, but alas it has its own natural defenses. The first defense is sharp thorns similar to that of the rose. Often the most large and desirable berries are located behind a forest of thorns and guarded by a witch turned dragon. Okay, there really is no dragon but the thorns are there. The second defense is the juice itself. Once you plunder the berries they seem to vomit their juice all over the attacker, which then leaves a stain that the murderer can never undo.
Exhibit A:
You would think that the bush would stand no chance against four rabid salivating creatures, but alas it has its own natural defenses. The first defense is sharp thorns similar to that of the rose. Often the most large and desirable berries are located behind a forest of thorns and guarded by a witch turned dragon. Okay, there really is no dragon but the thorns are there. The second defense is the juice itself. Once you plunder the berries they seem to vomit their juice all over the attacker, which then leaves a stain that the murderer can never undo.
Exhibit A:
When you are poor as dirt it is difficult to part with clothing that has been stained by the blackberry. I have however found a solution for my youngest daughter's shirts that have been a victim of the blackberry's revenge:
Tada! I just crocheted some flowers in a coordinating color and hand sewed them over the stain.
What? I didn't eat any blackberries. -A2
Now to figure out what to do with my boy's shirts. Somehow, I don't think they would appreciate a strategically placed flower on their shirts.
I got this fabulous idea after finding this on Pinterest: http://www.aestheticnest.com/2011/06/crochet-pretty-posies-tutorial.html Thanks, Anneliese.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
No(e) promises
One more for today and then I am done for today. I am going to attempt to blog more often. This is my last year in school here and then I will have my AAOT degree and DH will have his AA Nursing degree. We are staying here an extra year after that so that DH can get his BA in Nursing. After that we will be heading off to the Ashland area so that I can get my BFA. I'm not making any promises on how often I will post, but it seems like it is too important a year to NOT blog about it.
Hugs and such,
Noe
Hugs and such,
Noe
Peeing in the Rain -Nov 2009
This happened back in Nov. 2009 but my maggot and dog poo post reminded me of this. Wow. Have we really been here this long...
Peeing in the Rain
No we aren't camping. We've been having some really high winds lately. So much so that they put out a warning for high winds. Well, the vent cover in our bathroom was whisked off in true Wizard of Oz style and I can only guess that since the wicked witch is already dead that some poor munchkin now has a vent cover firmly embedded in his or her skull.
So, as nature has to come calling eventually. I needed to pee. No sooner had this need come upon me as Mother Nature decided to join me. So, I peed in the rain, in my own bathroom. Well I couldn't just let the bathroom fill with water. I kept trying to get a hold of DH. (His battery was dead and he e-mailed me to tell me, unfortunately I only check it in the mornings, thanks for trying hon). No luck. Straight to voicemail.
I zipped up my raincoat, headed out into the now torrential downpour of rain. I searched in the dark for the handy dandy telescopic ladder. Success! Now how to work the dang thing? I got the ladder up after not too much of a hassle and headed up to conquer the beast. The roof was more slippery that a slip 'n slide covered in KY (no, I have not tried this). In true Macgyver fashion, I was armed with only a grey recyclable garbage sack. It was not quite big enough to just slide over the top, so I called A1 and had her raise the imaginary cover. I slid the garbage bag into position and then had her lower it. I thought I was in the clear. I carefully got back down. Remembering my Army training of maintaining 3 points of contact while descending the ladder. So far, so good. I attempted to retract the ladder but I was foiled and just set it down on it's side. I was tired from my adventure.
The wind was still blowing really hard and mocked me by pulling off my half-hearted attempt at a garbage sack vent cover. Of course it waited until I had already changed out of my drenched clothing and into dry clothes. So, I headed out again. This time armed with ammo from my sewing kit (a long cord of black elastic). Thank goodness for the person who invented elastic. I climbed the RV once again and secured that gosh darn garbage sack once and for all by laying it over the top and putting the elastic over the sides of the vent.
I was exhausted and ready to cry out of frustration. It is still holding as of this morning. Of course, it is holding about an inch of water too. But for now I can pee without being peed on by Mother Nature and that is a blessing indeed.
Peeing in the Rain
No we aren't camping. We've been having some really high winds lately. So much so that they put out a warning for high winds. Well, the vent cover in our bathroom was whisked off in true Wizard of Oz style and I can only guess that since the wicked witch is already dead that some poor munchkin now has a vent cover firmly embedded in his or her skull.
So, as nature has to come calling eventually. I needed to pee. No sooner had this need come upon me as Mother Nature decided to join me. So, I peed in the rain, in my own bathroom. Well I couldn't just let the bathroom fill with water. I kept trying to get a hold of DH. (His battery was dead and he e-mailed me to tell me, unfortunately I only check it in the mornings, thanks for trying hon). No luck. Straight to voicemail.
I zipped up my raincoat, headed out into the now torrential downpour of rain. I searched in the dark for the handy dandy telescopic ladder. Success! Now how to work the dang thing? I got the ladder up after not too much of a hassle and headed up to conquer the beast. The roof was more slippery that a slip 'n slide covered in KY (no, I have not tried this). In true Macgyver fashion, I was armed with only a grey recyclable garbage sack. It was not quite big enough to just slide over the top, so I called A1 and had her raise the imaginary cover. I slid the garbage bag into position and then had her lower it. I thought I was in the clear. I carefully got back down. Remembering my Army training of maintaining 3 points of contact while descending the ladder. So far, so good. I attempted to retract the ladder but I was foiled and just set it down on it's side. I was tired from my adventure.
The wind was still blowing really hard and mocked me by pulling off my half-hearted attempt at a garbage sack vent cover. Of course it waited until I had already changed out of my drenched clothing and into dry clothes. So, I headed out again. This time armed with ammo from my sewing kit (a long cord of black elastic). Thank goodness for the person who invented elastic. I climbed the RV once again and secured that gosh darn garbage sack once and for all by laying it over the top and putting the elastic over the sides of the vent.
I was exhausted and ready to cry out of frustration. It is still holding as of this morning. Of course, it is holding about an inch of water too. But for now I can pee without being peed on by Mother Nature and that is a blessing indeed.
Here is a picture of me fixing the vent the correct way, a day after the event.
Dog Poo and Maggots
Yesterday was a dog poo and maggots sort of day, literally. One of the joys of living in a 5th wheel is that we have to haul our own trash. We have two garbage cans for trash and one for burnables. Since it is the summertime there is currently a no burn ordinance in effect so more trash ends up in the non burnable cans. I have been putting off taking out the trash in hopes that my DH would step up and take it, but no such luck. He was at work. The garbage was getting way too full so I bit the bullet and decided to tackle it on my own.
I headed out and got the first bag out and loaded onto the back of the car. No problem. The second one was a nightmare. I attempted to lift the bag out and it starts to rip. So, then I rearranged it and tried again. It tore again. Then as I was moving the trash to try to get more of the bag out of the can, maggots started falling everywhere. As I was trying to avoid the maggots that were caused by the fins and guts of the shark and fish DH caught earlier in the week, I stepped in dog poo. It was gross. I don't have a dog, but our neighbors do. Suddenly, I hear the mad shrieks of my children inside.
I left the maggots and poo to see what the problem was. Basically, someone touched someone else and they were mad. I then told the kids that I was in the midst of a maggot and dog poo problem and could they please stop acting like monkeys for a bit. I went out again and after dumping half the garbage out and rearranging it again, I still couldn't get the bag out. So, I then got another garbage bag and emptied the trash out, all while avoiding the maggots. I finally got it all loaded up, tied down and drove to the dump.
After paying the fee, I headed to my designated spot and pushed the garbage out with my foot. It gave a satisfactory plop and I came home.
By the time I got home, DH had just gotten home from work. Figures.
I headed out and got the first bag out and loaded onto the back of the car. No problem. The second one was a nightmare. I attempted to lift the bag out and it starts to rip. So, then I rearranged it and tried again. It tore again. Then as I was moving the trash to try to get more of the bag out of the can, maggots started falling everywhere. As I was trying to avoid the maggots that were caused by the fins and guts of the shark and fish DH caught earlier in the week, I stepped in dog poo. It was gross. I don't have a dog, but our neighbors do. Suddenly, I hear the mad shrieks of my children inside.
I left the maggots and poo to see what the problem was. Basically, someone touched someone else and they were mad. I then told the kids that I was in the midst of a maggot and dog poo problem and could they please stop acting like monkeys for a bit. I went out again and after dumping half the garbage out and rearranging it again, I still couldn't get the bag out. So, I then got another garbage bag and emptied the trash out, all while avoiding the maggots. I finally got it all loaded up, tied down and drove to the dump.
After paying the fee, I headed to my designated spot and pushed the garbage out with my foot. It gave a satisfactory plop and I came home.
By the time I got home, DH had just gotten home from work. Figures.
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