random thoughts from the interwebs

So, I've been keeping things from you, my lovelies. Wonderful, tasty, thoughtful things.  Let's remedy that, shall we?

  • Um? YUM.
  • Every girl sometimes knows, sometimes hopes, that this sentiment is about her.
  • Funny, momma's lullabyes never went like this...
  • Time-elapse photography in a pretty place? Yes, please.
  • I'm a fan of Simon's Cat.
  • ...and of back-to-school supplies, even if I'm not so much back-to-schooling.
  • Billie Holliday and poetry? Don't mind if I do.
  • I'm hoping that I really grasp this soon. Because I feel like I should...but I don't. At all.
  • New must-have for the audition tour. (Two weeks. Help. Me.)
  • The only reason I eat vegetables? Autumn. And squash.
  • A reason to visit Petaluma, CA.
  • I am a fan of this blog, even though we don't have a lot in common. This is just one of the reasons...a calm, rational, feminine voice? Yes, please.
  • Please to make the weather cool and less humid? PLEASE???
  • EKO is a fruitcake maker...I may have to join her ranks this fall.
  • Mwahahahahaaaaaaaaa....
  • I finally get this...that the doing is often enough, and the angsty "i'm not good enough" surrounding it is just so much noise. Just do it, sing it, write it. Save the judgement for later, if at all.
  • The newest iteration of 'carpe diem.' I'm a fan.
  • I had a visceral reaction to this. Partially due to content. Partially due to Ms. S's fantastic writing.
  • I was kicked out of Brownies for cussing. I spent ever summer at camp swearing like a sailor. Tell me again how I came to live in this state???
  • Again, weather, Will you PLEASE cooperate?
  • Made-up fwords are fun!
Whew. I think we're caught up.

In other news, the audition tour starts in 2 weeks. I'm coming out of retirement to sing for a cousin's wedding. And I have tasted a salted caramel tart. 

Life is indeed good.

My five:
  1. stormy September sunsets.
  2. couch time.
  3. date night.
  4. difficult workouts.
  5. decadent desserts.


taking stock

Ten years ago today, on that shockingly beautiful September morning, I was in a lovely second-floor classroom at the Ellis School in Pittsburgh. I was fully intending to blow off Morning Meeting to get some overlooked prep work done before Glee Club rehearsal. Sara Sturdevant walked into my classroom and said "I'll walk to Meeting with you." When I tried to beg off, she turned on the TV in the corner of my room...and through the static there was a shot of the towers...

What a scary day.

Because of the path of the Shanksville airplane, most of downtown Pittsburgh was evacuated, in case they were aiming for the USX tower. It was difficult to find people, cell phones were jammed, and the girls that I taught were anxious and frazzled. (As were their teachers.)

It's hard to remember what life was like prior to that day, in some ways.  I made some changes that undoubtedly came from the realization that life is indeed short. I changed careers. I got engaged. We moved to the DC area.

But sitting here, ten years out...having recently felt an earthquake and hurricane in my own neighborhood, and having watched on tv and facebook as my hometown flooded? (All within the last 3 weeks. Crazy.)

Well, everything seems so very, very precarious.


teacher's new year

It's September! I've had a labor-less Labor Day, which has been exceedingly lovely. And, I'm totally excited about the next few months - there's so much going on!

  • This week? A light work week. Heck yeah.
  • Weekend? Pierogi making.
  • Why pierogis so early? Tailgating on Sunday for the first NFL game of the regular season. GO STEELERS!
  • The following weekend? Going to a Ball! Gotta get a dress...
  • The Monday after the ball? Girls Night on my porch - an evening that promises to be fantastic.
  • The weekend after that? Mom comes to visit the porch - FOR THE FIRST TIME. Epic.
And then shortly after that the audition tour starts... it's early this year, with lots of new hotels and listening rooms. Early also because we're sandwiching 2 weddings into the schedule - cousin Lindsay's and KPW's daughter Lexi's. Love and music all autumn...pretty awesome!

Among all of that? I've joined Weight Watchers. Again. Because no matter how much I try to believe it, popcorn-flavored Jelly Bellys are not fruit. White bread is not my friend, even though I love it. And my pants are tight.



I've worked out a million times (ok, five) in the last few days and I want to cry when I try to sit down. I have an appointment with my trainer tomorrow morning for some more butt-kicking, too. I'm a masochist.

And I've also found some friends to write with on a weekly basis. Which is somehow petrifying...but it's that good kind of scared, like it might be a stepping stone to something fun.

Life is good.

My five:
  1. New adventures.
  2. Regaining control.
  3. Yoga pants.
  4. Reading.
  5. Time with hubs.



Oh, lordy.

So, in the time that's elapsed since that last post? We've had an earthquake (5.8, bitches!) and a hurricane. Well, maybe 'hurricane' is being a little generous... by the time she reached us, Irene was more like a really windy night followed by the most glorious weather ever created...a half-hearted tantrum from a young weather deity. But that earthquake was the real deal...especially as I was standing under a lovely glass atrium when it hit, and the glass started to squeak. Scary stuff!

It was a rough summer, blah blah blah. A great summer in many ways - great people, great art, great strides made. But even with all of that, I was ready to let this one go about halfway through. The need to always be on call (and I'm hardly the one getting the lion's share of the calls - we all know that), the time-sensitive nature of it, the bad feeling around so much of the summer...lingering even now into the fall. I'm usually a pretty confident girl, but I'm really not feeling that way now, at the end of the summer. Too many dropped balls, relationships left hanging...all of that.

So I'm rebooting. I ushered August out with neighbors on the porch (and un peu de too much wine), and started up with this challenge. I worked out with my trainer for the first time in MONTHS. (And by the way? I think she took the abandonment personally...I still can't lift my arms.) I threw away a whole bunch of stuff - something that's really difficult for my packrat self. I've been trying to plan some fun things, as well as some things that will be good for me. And I've been trying to do good/nice things for people, to put some of that karma back out into the world. I just got an invite to a ball, so there's a new dress in my future, as well as some plans with the girls and with mom. So many things to look forward to!

So I think I'm going to take away the very best parts of this summer and leave the rest in a big dusty pile. And I'm going to walk away from it all for a little while, and walk towards family, friends and new experiences. A little break never hurts.

My five:

  1. Game of Thrones. I'm on Book 4. HOOKED. It's like prose meth.
  2. Quiet days.
  3. Slowing down.
  4. Spying reddish leaves on trees.
  5. Autumn-scented breezes.