Why…

July 26, 2010


do you parallel park your Lamborghini on 8th Avenue? If you have that kind of money, wouldn’t you put it somewhere a little safer?

Chris

July 21, 2010

Major Christopher Michael James Kennedy, USMCR


This entry is prompted by my blog stats constantly reflecting that people find my blog by searching my brother and by the messages that I, nearly 3 years later, continue to receive from people from all over the world who are just hearing the news and sending their condolences to my family. I knew he impacted people everywhere, I just had no idea how far his influence reached.

Thank you to all who continue to send messages. My family enjoys all the stories we receive.

Guess where I am, and what I’m doing. If you guess correctly, you win…not sure what, but you still win.

It’s dark. It’s hot. I’m making my bed (as in getting the mattress out, putting sheets on etc…). I’m doing this all by flashlight. I see a couple bugs scurry by.

If you guessed camping, I would give you and A for effort, but alas, you would be wrong. I am actually in a New York apartment…in 2010.

Why, do you ask, am I “making” my bed by flashlight?

Well, this lovely building was built before WWII. And though it is 2010, the wiring has never been redone. So there are 3 air conditioners, a projector, a stereo system, refrigerator, lights etc… running off of two circuits. So we have now blown the circuit 3 times in the last 45 minutes. So now, we are unplugging things, moving things to different outlets, resetting the breaker in the basement, replacing the fuse in the apartment…oh yeah, and not turning on any lights.

So that leaves me with a little flashlight that randomly turns on and off because it is has a funky circuit, fuse, whatever…and I’m making my bed and brushing my teeth by a flashing flashlight.

Is this really my life?

July 19, 2010

So I’m on the plane (read yesterday’s blog if you are confused). Whew. One connecting flight, and I’m in the Big Apple.

No hiccups encountered (well, except for that 10 year old boy behind me who thinks that his tray table is really fun to flip up and down, up and down, up and down…oh a drink…up and down, up and down, up and down…you get my drift).

Get to Baltimore. Send a friendly message to my friend to remind him what time I will be arriving at his apartment tonight. He was a last minute save when my sublet fell through. I’m am boarding my flight when my phone registers a text. It’s my friend. He’s forgotten I’m coming. He already has someone at his place in the spare room and he forgot to tell his girlfriend I was coming. Can I find somewhere else to go? What!?!? Can I find somewhere else???? It’s 8 pm!!! All my other friends had guests, too. He was the only one without one!!! So, my co-dependent self obviously took over, and I respond by saying, oh yeah. No problem. (side note: this friend of mine is quite possibly one of the most gracious, giving peopled in the world. He has never forgotten I was coming. This was a random occurrence, but it makes for a great story!) So here I find myself, on an airplane with no where to stay when I get there. I go to my backup. My teacher. He has a guest, but he also has a comfy couch. I hate sleeping on couches, but what else am I going to do? It’s better than a park bench. I send him a text and turn off my phone, praying that I will have positive message awaiting me when I arrive.

And then the stars aligned. The couch is still free.

And to make it even better, I walk outside and my most hated bus, the M60 is pulling up.

And then it hits me. Is this really my life? Am I really pursuing this crazy dream of a career which has landed me in a city for 2 weeks with nowhere to stay except a couple of people’s couches? Is this the crazy career that one moment is going really well and getting you work etc…and then you find yourself couch surfing because all the money you’ve managed to save is going to coachings, lessons and food? A break, anyone? Anyone?

Beat the system

July 18, 2010

I have arrived in New York. That equals an uptick in the blog entries. And today was no exception.

As with anytime I fly, there is some subconscious part of me that wants to “beat the system” i.e. show up at the airport much later than the “suggested” time. AKA, be as stressed out as possible and be that person in the security line checking their watch, sighing heavily, giving those people who didn’t take off their flip flops (hey, there could be something bad in that 1/4 inch of rubber) dirty looks for holding up the line. It’s a part of me that I just can’t deter. So I have come to just accept it and try to keep my heavy sighs and dirty looks to myself.

So I pull into the airport at 2:10 for my 3:05 departure. I planned to park in economy, but after going in and seeing no shuttle bus anywhere close, I went to short term. The hubby was flying in a few hours later, so I figured it wouldn’t be so expensive. I managed to get all my stuff for 2 weeks into my carry on (oh yes, I am woman, hear me roar!), so I grabbed my boarding pass and got in the security line. Suddenly it hits me, “hey, what time is it?” So I go to grab my phone. Not there. I empty the contents of my purse on the floor. No phone. I’m suddenly that person holding up the line. I dart out, thankful I’m in short term. As I’m leaving the airport, I hear the time announced “The time is now 2:30”. Ack! I’m racing to the car, sweat pouring in the 90 degree heat. Search the car. Not there. Just as I’m about to give up, I look down and lo and behold, there it is on the pavement next to the car. Victory!

The dash back to the airport is on. Back in line at security. I choose “expert traveler” lane thinking it will be faster. Ha! Thwarted again! No! It is slower than all the other lines. In fact, the TSA scanner guy is just sitting talking with his friends, laughing and such while we stand there waiting for him to move our plastic baggies with no more than 3 oz of liquid in them down the conveyor belt. He must have been good at least at finding those forbidden over the limit items. Below the belt was a graveyard of half full toothpaste tubes and hair gel containers (man, those are dangerous! Glad I’m not traveling with that sad person. Bad breath and bad hair?).

I make it through security. It’s 2:45. Where’s my gate? You guessed. At the very end of the terminal. Attempting not to be that person running crazily in the airport with my bags and other things flopping in ways they shouldn’t, I take up a quick pace. My shirt is now wet on my stomach and back from sweat. You can see it. Yeah, I’m that gross. The fortunes looked upon me, though, for I made it to my flight by 2:55 and was in my seat by 3:00.

Oh yes. I beat the system again.

But just when I thought things would be just fine…the other shoe hit the floor. That entry coming tomorrow…

(I know you will be on the edge of your seat, unable to sleep tonight, in great anticipation)

Last night, while Tim showed me the Double Rainbow video on YouTube, we got sucked into the Muppets…and when I say sucked it, I mean it. An hour or so later, we realized we were still watching Muppets clips. In our Muppet whirlwind, I found my 2 favorite clips.

A fantastic rendition of Carmen’s Habanera (with a few unintentional key changes)

And Beaker’s ode to Ode to Joy

I’m Famous!

July 7, 2010

Well, at least that’s what they say when you put something on YouTube, right?

I got up the gumption to put myself out there. Take a listen (and a look)

This is Nina’s Final Aria from Thomas Pasatieri’s The Seagull which is based on Checkov’s play of the same name. I recently learned this piece and it is by far my favorite audition aria.