ellen

Dustin Hoffman is on Ellen right now.

It is hilarious. I love the way he talks in short sentences. Like the way I blog.

He is nervous. Because he is nervous he is wearing socks with penguins on them.

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bloginess

Funny that in my multitude of recent posts, the only one with any comments is the one about Smurfs. Smurfs. Which, by the way were NOT on TV this morning. So sad. I got so excited because I knew I could be home at 8 a.m. today and I hadn't seen them since I mentioned it earlier this week in this blog because I always had to leave earlier than 8 a.m., therefore I was looking forward to watching them today. Whoa weird sentence; I hope no grammar teachers read my blog.

I'm at work right now. I should be doing New Song work, not blogging. :-) If I were on my myspace site, I could convince myself that that was New Song work because we have a New Song group there. Uh oh. Phone just rang. Now I really have to work. Mmmmm, I love answering machines! Anyway. Myspace. New Song site. It's really not very exciting. Amy started it, but then none of us really got into it. Maybe someday. Good thing the New Song website is so cool! Hee hee. Maybe I should put a blog/message board function on there. It's through this company called Cumulus 9, so I don't actually have any power over the design of it, just the content.

After posting the previous post (on the Tonys) I had gone back through and added lots of fabulous links. Then blogger kicked me off. Sadness reigns. I do not have the desire to search for all those links again. So I will put some links in this blog to make up for it.

I currently love New Song Church. I am so happy and blessed and all those good things to have this home and family. Sometimes I get overly caught up in the "business" of making the church work and forget that I also am a part of this church and can enjoy worship, fellowship, etc. Last week we had a block party and at least 500 people came from the neighborhood of our Medford Chapel to hang out on the streets with us. It was such a cool thing, but I didn't stay beyond the first 10 minutes or so of it because, even though I was not part of the team planning this event, people kept asking me questions and making me do work. Because I am the one and only New Song secretary and supposed to know everything. I have no qualms with cultivating that impression. Ha hahhahahah. But in this case I really didn't know. So I left. Went home and watched TV and read blogs. Oh yeah, and got McDonald's drive-through even though there was tons of free food at the block party.

Wow. Random post. Get to work, Meagan.

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("me". That makes me think of Erin. But she would say "loves me." :-)

tonys

Last year's Tony Awards were so exciting. Wicked, Avenue Q, Caroline or Change, Little Shop of Horrors, The Boy from Oz, Fiddler on the Roof. So many great new shows and revivals. Popular, well-known shows. Traditional shows. Schadenfreude shows. (Did you notice the play on 3 song titles there? Hee hee. Dorque.)

For this year's Tonys (June 5, by the way--next weekend) the nominated musicals fit into three categories for me: 1-Never Heard of It. 2-Sounds Stupid. 3-Based on Movie. Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (isn't this a movie?), The Light in the Piazza (never heard of it), Monty Python's Spamalot (again, a movie?), The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee (never heard of it, but it is directed by James Lapine who is a big Sondheim guy and that is a good thing), Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (yet another movie).

So these five shows are basically the only ones nominated for everything. Best costume, scenic, lighting designs, best actor/actress, best new musical, best direction. Weren't there any other new musicals on Broadway this year? Hmm, I don't know. BECAUSE I LIVE IN OR-EE-GONE. So very far away. But last year the shows seemed to have much more...ummm...power.

Then there's the revivals. La Cage aux Folles. Mmm. That's one I'd like to see. A musical about gay guys. How ironic. (Yes, I know that's simplifying it. Don't get mad at me.) It's a classic. Pacific Overtures. Mmmm. Sondheim. My hero. But Pacific Overtures, to me, seems odd because it has a historic theme and I think that is unusual for Sondheim's musicals. Sweet Charity. Mmmm. Big Fosse dance show. Can't go wrong there.

So the point of this blog is---the Tonys will be odd this year. I think the revivals will shine.

However, the actors in all these new shows have great reputations. Sheri Rene Scott, Norbert Leo Butz, David Hyde Pierce (hmm, what's with the three-name names?), Joanna Gleason, John Lithgow. To name a few. Just the fact that I recognize all those names means a lot to me.

But then what do I know. I've never even been to a broadway show. I try to convince myself that the touring shows that come to the west coast are the same thing. So untrue. They certainly have potential and resources to be just as good, but it's definitely not the same.

Anyway, just thought I'd share my thoughts :-)

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hotness

It is 98 degrees today. 98 degrees farhenheit. 8,000,000,000 degrees meaganheit. Every year we say "Oh my gosh, can you believe how hot it is?!" , yet it happens every single year. EVERY YEAR. You'd think we'd be used to it by now. And it is May 26 and it is just now heating up, so I should not be complaining. I am not a fan of hot weather. My thought is that you can always add clothes & blankets when it's cold. When it's hot, you can only take off so many clothes. Well, I guess you could just be naked. But then you could still be hot. And really, naked is only appropriate when you're all at home all alone. Like I am right now.

Whoa. T-M-I: Too much information. :-) Home alone. That's what I meant.

So anyway. 98 degrees, aka 8,000,00,000 degrees is just too much. So I cranked up the A/C for the first time this season, camped out in my family room (the coolest room in my house) and made myself a summery drink this evening. So nice.

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american idol

I love Bo Bice, but what's with him always totin' around that mic stand? I don't get it. Must be a rocker thing.

nostalgia

SMURFS!!!

SMURFS ARE ON TV RIGHT NOW!!!!! SMURFS SMURFs SMURFS SMURFS SMURFS!!!

This clearly is very exciting to me. SMURFS! I'm going to make this whole post blue in honor of them. I didn't know Smurfs were still on TV. I never watch TV in the morning; I just happened to be sitting with poppy this morning later than usual (distracted by the audio blogging feature :-) and turned on the TV.

So, yes, I know about all the supposedly bad stuff about Smurfs. Evil, drugs, sex, satan, communism and all that. I just think they are hilarious cute little things. I love how they each have such a defined character of their own. And how they use the word "smurf" in all forms as an adjective all the time. I hope they have a comeback, like the Care Bears did.

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talkies part 2

So that second audio post didn't quite work out. Lots of clipping. Way too loud, I guess. I just wanted to record something else, so I played a bit of the piece I'm performing next week. Don't feel bad if you didn't listen to it the whole way through. I didn't either.

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talkies

OH MY GOSH!!!!!

I am going to have SO MUCH FUN with this audioblogger!!!

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tonight

Well, I am having another one of my "personal indulgence nights"!! Meaning I get excited over mundane things and celebrate!!! Tonight's occasion is the almost-finale of American Idol (I want Bo to win). Before you start to think of me as a lazy couch potato (which I certainly have potential to be...but I'm NOT!) remember that I am still just marveling at the fact of having rehearsal-free evenings and being out of theatre enough consecutive weeks to actually get engrossed in a reality series.

So, tonight! I cooked dinner even! It took me about 75 minutes. Grrrr. What a waste of time. Cooking. Meh. (I don't really know what that--"meh"--expression means but I've seen it a lot on blogs lately so I thought I'd try it out. What do you think?) But in honor of American Idol I cooked meat. Yes, ground beef. Bloody bits of flesh. Ick. Stop!! That's not the point of this post. As much as I hate cooking meat, I LOVE hamburger helper. It's such a great meal. Really, I CAN be a classy person. But at home all alone my favorite meal must be hamburger helper. That's just the way it is. :-)

My American Idol meal for tonight: Hamburger Helper, Umpqua Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream, and Cold Duck champagne. My own personal indulgences :-)

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conversation

So Mike and I had a humorous little email conversation this morning that I was so entertained by that perhaps it's worth sharing...

MIKE: Hi my love, how is your day going?
ME: Okay. I'm kind of sad today.
MIKE: Why are you sad.
ME: I don't know really. You know, how sometimes a person just feels sort of sad? Not like big deal sad.
MIKE: Dance a little jig. That will make you happy.
ME: Ron was here cleaning. Perhaps he will dance a little jig with me. Oh, Ron just left. I can't dance a jig all alone. Look what happened to the leprechauns.
MIKE: The leprechauns?? Huh? Are you sad and delusional?
ME: Oh dear, now I am laughing out loud all alone at my desk. The leprechauns!!! You know, the little Irish guys that are always doing jigs.
MIKE: Ya, but what happened to them?
ME: Well, think about it. Have YOU seen any around lately?
MIKE: Okay, so now I'm laughing out loud in the store!
ME: That is because you have a wife who is at her funniest when she is sad.

baby-ness

"You never truly know how much you can love a person until you have a baby"

--usually spoken by a "glowing" new mom or "virtuous" mother of eight home-schooled kids or any number of my now former friends---


I hate this phrase. I really truly believe that the women who say such a thing don't realize how it has potential to be such a mean phrase. An insult, even, to those who cannot or choose to not have a baby. No matter how much I hate it and how much it makes me not want to be around a person who thinks that the full potential for love is only met in parenting. (I realize that is not a complete sentence. I just didn't know how to finish my thought ;-})

Anyway, it's my own problem that I take it as an attack.

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