Friday, December 28, 2007

Another year...

Having spent 6 days with the little man, I can only imagine what the last 25 years have been like for you.

Mothers are special, and often go unnoticed. Their stamina to get through the day is remarkable after their sleepless night. Changing the poopie diaper also deserves an honorable mention. ick. ( I still haven't brought myself to do that.)

Lucky for me, I have one of the greatest mothers of all, and I've seen her pull through some of the hardest struggles a person can face recently. I admire her strength, and yearn for her beauty and elegance. I am so blessed to have such a loving, caring, outgoing, thoughtful and full of life person for my mom.

I loved you yesterday, and I'll love you tomorrow. But today, I celebrate your existence and continue to love you.

Happy Birthday Mom.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

It's back to work...

But not for me!!!! I'm here with my awesome family. Wanna see?

Ooo, and for SOME reason I am addicted to a baby. This one:

He is seriously the sweetest thing I have ever seen, held, hugged, kissed, chased AND even cleaned. I love love love him. :) Other than the growing list of "things" that I neglected to do this week including: designing and coding my portfolio, working on my monologue and finishing up the two coding projects I have taken on, I have been lounging on the couch eating sees candy praying that my mouth chewing will help exercise my body enough to loose weight. ha! If only!

Happy working.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas

Hope the season is bright for all!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

I Made It to Florida in One Piece

Remember the days when you could sit at the gate with your loved one until their flight took off? There you could tearfully watch their plane depart, and linger at the door gate for seconds more after their departure. Oh, and remember when picking people up from the airport included a joyful hello right at the moment you stepped off that forsaken plane? I think I miss that the most because only everyone in the world knows just how awful it is to sit on a plane -even for 45 min.

Being able to walk into the gate area with all your cloths on is a close second though. I guess my suspect sweatshirt must be screened because someone has found a way to sew some of something dangerous into the thread of my clothing, and only unsuspecting ME would be wearing that sweatshirt. I'm looking forward to the day where we all have to wear airport onesies, and instead of 3-1-1 (liquid rules) signs splashed all over the place, we'll see: arrive one hour early to change into your airplane onesies.

After I managed to make it through the hose down of the security checkpoint and put all my cloths back on, I made it to the gate to sit and wait for an hour. In my favor, I sat in a window next to two normal sized people, but I did struggle with my usual pass out. I usually can instantaneously fall asleep on a plane, but this time, my knee started aching and I could not get comfortable. Is this a sign of my age? I did manage to fall asleep, but my eyes STRUGGLED to open when the landing annoucement came on at approxiametly 7:10am EST.

WHA? I am NOT supposed to be awake this early. I forced my eyes to remain open eventhough the eye glue begged me to keep them shut. I got off the plane, and found my gate for the next plane and I managed to find the only drunk person in the entire city sitting right next to me.

I know! Who gets drunk at 8am in the morning? I mean REALLY??!?! As he began to run his mouth about all the famous people he knows, what it's like to travel all the time, leaving his wife for his new stewartest girlfriend whom he like to marry, the age of his military song that I would be PERFECT for, how he can upgrade me to first class and how he managed to get drunk at 8:00am in the morning, I slowly stared right through him begging BEGGING to board the plane. Lucky me, he's sitting right in front of me.

I managed to shake him when he started chatting up the blonde girl sitting next to him, so, I decided to put on my sweatshirt hood fully convinced that I would now be shielded by the invisibility property the hood provides. I quickly ducked out of the plane and ran towards the baggage claim to be greeted by the comfort of my family.

I'm looking forward to this holiday.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Ms. Chanel, I'm gonna show you up...ok, not really.

So, I gave her a hard time for not writing, and here I am guilty of the same slacker disease. Sister, I think you gave it to me.

In my last last post, I wrote all about how I'm a little discouraged with performing cause basically I got a whole bunch of "oh, you kinda suck." OR my voice teacher giving me a lesson that made me feel like, "are you sure about this Beverley?" To my advantage, I have become a very skilled plant pusher on stage, and THIS time I will receive actor's equity points for plant pushing! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Please, get up out of your chair and do a little dance.

Seriously, I'm not EXACTLY plant pushing, but I would!! Oh, I would push that plant right across the stage, and even shine some shoes to get some equity points. I have tried four times to get into 42nd Street Moon to no avail, but yesterday I got a call offering me a part in the show. I could not be happier.

Actors Equity Association (AEA) offers performers two ways of getting an equity card, Equity Membership Candidacy (EMC) or an equity contract. Achieving a card can be a very difficult and a daunting process, especially for girls. When I graduated college in essentially '04, I began my floundering around. I started to sing with a vocal teacher that tore my vocal chords apart. I went from getting leads to not even getting called back for community theater productions. For the second time, I applied for a spot in the Theatre Bay Area Generals, and I did not get an audition slot.

The theatre bay area generals are an equity only audition. All equity people get slots, and the left over slots are given to non-equity in a "weighted lottery." (yeah right, they pick people.) I started at Pasha saying to him, "I really am an actor, really." So, in January of 2007, I said to my friend, "I'm going to get a spot in the 2008 Generals."

I did. I got a spot. I just got my letter earlier this week. I cried. I know, it's lame, but I cried.

I also got cast in that equity production of COCO. So, going into 2008, I'll have equity points. I'm really really really stoked. What's next? Equity card by the end of 2008?

Yeah, right.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Intro to 2008

me: "Can we get together tomorrow night?"
him: "I have to go shopping for your holiday gift."
me: "Can't you go on Wednesday?"
him: "I don't want it to be so last minute."
me: "It already IS last minute, what's one more day?"
him: "No, it's not. It's a HOLIDAY present... I can give it to you in the New Year."
me: "Perfect. Then just get it after Christmas, and hang out with me tomorrow."

Monday, December 17, 2007

And the Award Goes to....


I received the director's choice award for my performance in Cinderella. YAY! Don’t worry, I didn’t let it get to my head.

In fact, I’m discouraged. This year hasn’t started out good so far. 4 auditions, 4 callbacks but ZERO roles for me this year. This time last year I was in rehearsal for a show, and cast in one already for the spring. So far, I haven’t been as successful. Granted, I am chasing some harder companies this year…still.

NO is a discouraging word.

I am not down for the count. I have 7 auditions lined up in January. So, here’s hoping that there will be SOMETHING for me this year.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Friday clean your desk day.

It's Friday.

Every Friday, I like to clean the desk so it's sparkling new for Monday, when I arrive. i haven't so much done it, since I've been at my new job. However, I beginning to feel a little more comfortable as I stay here. It's getting better.

So, I'm going to go clean my desk.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

You Had It Comin'

I took these rusty vocal chops out of the closet the other day to sing for two different auditions.

One audition: I crashed and burned. No, really, crashed and burned. Luckily, I remember from my younger youth – “stop, drop and roll.” I wanted to roll right out of the building. I auditioned for Chicago, which is a pop/belty show, so, I brought in the only belt piece I know well. I Know the Truth from Aida. It’s a great song, IF, the piano player knows it. If he or she doesn’t, you might as well look for the noose in the room. I sang the song, and even after he stopped me and said “Can we start over?” Please read as ( “Please find the noose.”), the second run through of the song emulated a kid with a broken leg running a marathon. It was a crash and burn to the fullest. I finally just said F it, I’m going to sing the song and he might as well just play Mary Had a Little Lamb, or stop playing. Oh, did I tell you that every other auditioners watched the entire process? It’s ok, everyone survived the fire.

Second audition – went much better. I sang for an equity house, 42nd Street Moon. This year, I’d really like to get SOME points. I have no equity points, and this is what I want to do. It’s time to get some points. I sang Moonfall and I sang In My Own Little Corner, but I didn’t tell Pash what I was singing. I can’t even say the words “my own”, “corner” and even “little” with out Pasha singing his rendition of the song WITH THE WRONG WORDS (and he does it just to bug me.) He sings, “In my own little corner, in my own little world.” NO PASH, IT’S NOT WORLD IT’S CHAIR. CHAIR. CHAIR. CHAIR. CHAIR. That audition went ok, I struggled on singing through some phrases because my breath support locked on me. ( I did it…)

Regardless, I did get called back for both shows, (I don’t know why… ) They both took place last night, and both went alright. I thought I did better in the callback for 42nd Street Moon, but I don’t think it’s going to work out. This is unfortunate, but it’s alright. I’m so close, and everyday I get closer.

The callback for Chicago ended up being fun. I got to sing “The Cellblock Tango”, and it would be so incredible awesome to be in that show because I would get to dance!!! I don’t really know how to dance, so, it would be a stretch for me. The director is awesome and an amazing choreographer. Here’s hoping!

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Can I borrow a cup of rat posion?

So, I’ve been making nice with the neighbors, and the other day I got this love note on my door. I wanted to share it with you.

Dear Beverley,

It's come to the attention of some of us tenants that you have another person staying with you. I don’t know how true it is but be aware that the Louies’ charge extra rent for each person staying that’s not on the lease. Either contact the Louies & let them know or have your friend stay elsewhere.

Do you want to have your apartment taken away from you just over that? Better do something soon if that person is planning to stay… maybe even, ask that person to be quieter as I assume you are.

- A Helpful Neighbor.

Dear Helpful Neighbor,

Well if my you mean House, then yes, I do have someone staying at my apartment. Is it my fault that the traffic is so loud it causes my apartment to shake when a car drives by, thus, the TV must be loud enough for me to be hear it? Plus, I can’t help it that I’m a little deafer than others. You act like I’m watching TV at 1am…. I don’t write you love notes for walking in your heels at 6am in the morning, and go to bed at 8pm. I know it’s you, and I know it’s about my TV because you’ve knocked on my door twice in the past month to turn my TV down at 9pm. I politely complied twice, but then realized it was NINE! Now you’re resulting to love notes that don’t make any sense. Awesome.

First of all, are we in college? Do we live in dorms, and you are good friends with my roommates? If so, I don’t recall getting a welcome package from our RA/CSA, and I really think you should have a one on one because this type of communication is not exactly productive.

Second of all, is this supposed to be threatening? I mean, I don’t want to judge, but this was the best you could come up with?! Have you reviewed my lease? Man, I WISH I had another person on my lease. I wish I could hear your conversation with the landlord. “Beverley has someone staying at her place.” “Yeah, I know. He lives there.” Actually, my landlord would probably say, “Who’s Beverley.”

Anyway, can you please think of something better to threaten me with, or maybe you can address me like an adult?


P.S. I'm throwing a big NEW YEARS eve party, did you want to come? If not, can we use your apartment for our guests?

I swear, I think I went back in time this week.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Holiday Party

Growing up, the very thought of Christmas brought me to a type of ecstatic energy that had my parents peeling my sister and me off the walls. The Christmas cabbage patch tape started playing in September, and the holidays were filled with incrediable food, wonderful company, and days off school.

Now, the holidays are filled with shopping, travel, figuring out what gifts to buy, how much money to spend on each person, holiday dress shopping and not gaining any more weight. (Please read as: stress, stress, stress, stress, stress and stress).

Luckily, I got off the hook on the holiday dress shopping part this year. Pasha’s Christmas party was at the ballpark this year, and there were MANY MANY different rooms and types of activities to participate in. Plus, I got to dress in jeans and a nice top with a warm jacket. This did prove to be a little bit of a problem, when we decided to go inside and dance like crazy. Ice skating at the ball park was a highlight along with the multiple fire pits for smores made the evening a fun filled holiday party that is now behind me. Only 363 days till the next one.

Monday, December 10, 2007

Who loves to hang out with your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend’s nephew’s ex-wife who thinks they know everything about your boyfriend?

Oh, I do.

I LOVE it.

PLEASE tell me exactly how Pasha feels and thinks because I have NO IDEA. Oh, and please tell me all about his ex-girlfriend. I LOVE to hear about how awesome she is, and how I'm so not the right person for him. I especially love the lectures on how I should accept Pasha for who he is. You really shed light on that for me, and I feel so much better now that I know exactly how to handle him. I mean who cares about the fact I have been with him day in and day out over the past two years. Thank you so much for telling me how Pasha is such a wonderful guy because really, I must have missed that.

Let's get together soon, oooo, maybe we can get coffee and chat more, and after we can go back to your place, and share recipes? :) Can't wait. Call me.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007's effecting me

Please don't take my silence as a lack of topics. Plenty has happened, but I have desperately clung on to my free time and used it only for House. I used the fact that I need a break as an excuse, but really, I'm just covering up my addiction. I know, it's PATHETIC, but I am getting punished in other ways.

For example -

I went to the grocery store yesterday, and took home three brown bags. (Ugh, did they really have to get rid of plastic, I mean REALLY….) Two were excruciatingly heavy and one was light. The light handle broke.

What does it all mean?

It means that God hates me, and wants me to drag two heavy bags in one hand, while clutching the lightest bag with my other free hand and arm. I'm scrambling for me keys thinking - (so, this is what lighting bolts feel like. Ouch. Ok, yes, I'll get off my lazy ass and work on my homework, house and life. ) I guess it's funny watching someone wince in pain trying to get into their apartment in the rain.