Tomorrow is Another Day

I am greatly anticipating this weekend! It holds an adventure down to the town to Springfield. This is the first return I have made since my move back to Kansas City. I am very excited to see my friends and watch a good show at The Skinny Improv. I have missed my friends!

Tomorrow night I am heading to a Royals game with That Man of Mine and I am ambivalent. It is weird to go to the game when the season is pretty much over. Also - it is baseball. So. I hate to sound un-American - but I just don't get it for entertainment value. Call me a cliche girl, but I just don't find a lot of enjoyment in a lot of kinds of sports. It is nice, though, to have a football team that is winning instead of losing.

Yesterday I purchased a few books while on a jaunt to Half Price books with Lizzie and That Man of Mine. I bought Scarlett and The Moon is Down. I'll keep you posted. I have high expectations for both of these. I don't want to be let down.

Blue kitty gives her love. meowmeowpurrpurr!

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbiiiieeees

I met a three year old named Emily Evans yesterday. She was delightful. She named a feather duster Ellie and we Ellie for hours. It was so fun and honest. She kept humming her own strange rendition of the Jaws theme (apparently she had seen some of it...?) when she would sneak up on me to tickle me.

Please indulge me while I recall some of the adorable things she said whilst we played.

Emily Quote 1.) When I grow up - Imma be a butterfly so I can fly to heaven. Oh. And I'll be pink. Unless I eat people. Then I'll be brown.

Emily Quote 2.) You are very pretty to me. You must be a princess. Or a duck.

Emily Quote 3.) How many balloon do you have in your pockets? Cause I need sixteen.

Emily also was not very much help when it came to moving furniture or keeping boxes in order, but my goodness was she ever cute.

In other news - Best Buy charges waaaaaay too much for cables. Oy vay.

bangbang Time is Dead

I went to my first bonfire of the fall last night and I still smell like smoke. I feel like even after I shower I will still smell like smoke. It isn't the bad, second-hand, cigarette ("death stick" - episode II anyone?) smoke. It is a warm, musty, almost comforting smell. That being said though, I will be glad to be rid of it when the time comes.

Blue Kitty is sitting at my feet right now purring and Honey is sitting contented in her cage nibbling an animal cracker (her favorite treat). I have been gone overnight and they have missed me. I like having social critters. I feel so useful having something depending on me for life, but still being able to take care of itself in a lot of functions. I have never had to change a cat's diaper, but Blue's litter box makes me wonder if the endeavor would be worth trying now and again.

Killing time.

What an odd phrase.

But that is what I am doing.

Today I've been enlisted to help with a move - but I'm waiting on That Man of Mine to get done with his production photo call. A Star Trek Christmas - oh the joys of the stage! It seems like all I have done for the past four years is move. I suppose that is just the way of it.

I do these at work every day.

For the Love of 'Prov!

Last night I attended The Kansas City Improv Festival and let me tell you - what a treat! I got to see some local, homegrown KC talent kicking up their heals and "yes-and-ing" the pants off of scenes. The show included a six man group from Lawrence called Those People; a two man group from Utah, JoKyR and Jesster; local award winning troupe Your Mother Called; and last but not least Der Monkenpickle (featuring hometown hero Jason Sudeikis). Highlights included (though are not limited to): excellent agreement, constructive additions to already introduced ideas, inventive and committed characters, and some exceptional scene editing. All in all - it was a pleasure and wish I had been able to see more.

Ah improv.

It is always strange, but welcome, when I find myself watching a live improv show instead of being in the show. It gives perspective. Sometimes I think it would be helpful to tape myself and watch the performances. There are so many things you miss when you can't see what you are doing and you are so in the moment. Maybe I will. Maybe.

I feel like I write a lot about improv in this blog (when I actually write in this blog). At the same time I get the sensation that I hold back a lot of improv nerdiness. Ah well - I suppose this is my blog and I'll write in it what I want to write in it.

In other news - the air is getting cooler and the nights are getting cold. Hello fall!

Imma Make Ya'll Sweat Till Ya'll Bleed

Ooof.

My legs hurt. I went for a run yesterday (which really ended up being more of a moderate jog). This is the first time I've done that in the past six weeks and oh. my. gosh. I'm walking like a pregnant woman today. Between moving and the extreme heat outside - my motivation and schedule have not been too conducive to a regular exercise routine (read: my exercise routine has been derailed like the monorail in the first episode, season nine of Smallville).

Funny how when you don't use your muscles - something that used to be so easy (running) becomes something that hurts (seriously - I waddled this morning when I first got up).

This is similar to blogging. It has been about - forever - since I updated this thing and it is hard to know where to start. I am out-of-shape, blog style.

So here is to me getting back in shape - both physically and blog-ly.

We'll see how this goes.