I will say plainly that I miss So You Think You Can Dance. last season was my first to really follow the show and it makes me want to... you know... dance.
I especially like these girls, who were my favorites... chelsie, who's apparently on Dancing With the Stars now:
it should be said that my real fave dance of hers is probably still 'Bleeding Love', which I posted months ago... M and I both totally loved it.
and here's katee:
this has all come up because, while flipping channels, we caught a glimpse of someone who looked like chelsie on DWTS, which led me to the internet to see if it was her (affirmative), which led me to youtube to watch dances from last season that I loved, which made me realize how much I enjoyed that show.
come back into our lives, Cat Deely, you saucy Aussie host. we miss you and your intriguing clothing choices.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
birthday bounty
this week has bee JAM PACKED with so many wonderful things. seriously, I've had Birthday Week. which is a really lovely thing, because I'll be honest... I don't really have high expectations of such things. years of being single do that to you.
the past four days were actually such a blur that I feel I must consult my planner to remind myself of where I've been:
5 VO sessions
7 clients served
1 audition
1.5 yoga tapes
2 episodes of anime timecoded and written
client billing
studio fees added up and hashed out
garage sale advertised
garage sale prepped for
laundry attacked
house picked up - twice
something most folks don't get to say.. on my thirty-sixth birthday, I voiced a butterfly, a sultry-ish pen, and a rapping mouse. range, people.
I worked hard, but I built in good play time, too. which made the work-time more intense, but I've really tried to guard my fun, people time this week and not let it get trampled by obligations. here's the fun time in photoz, starting with the yummy dinner my husband made for me Monday night to ring in birthday week:
that asparagus was SO GOOD I asked him to make some more.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm to the maxx.
Tuesday, we met the Bells at Michaelangelo's for birthday dinner (blackened tilapia with crabmeat and mushrooms, flipping awesome):
where I was given this precious, sweet gift:
I was a voracious reader when I was young and enjoyed a lot of series, but this one has always held a special place in my imagination. I was fascinated by these stories and can't wait to revisit them.
after dinner we initiated the Bells into the society of those who frequent The Chocolate Bar:
my father-in-law is totally grooving to the jazz players over in the corner. I embraced the fear and chose the Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake, with real chocolate buttercream frosting and cocoa.
your eyes do not deceive you... the cake slice is as big as my head. even though I shared with everyone, I still took home a chunk of cake. delectable.
on my actual birthday, a day most chock-filled with activity, work, and sitting in traffic, I got to go hang out at church and have precious mental/heart health time... see friends, breathe, knit and get fun knitting accoutrement from my mentor, Mrs. McD, and accept this too-cute cherry serving set and towel from my B2 :
then M took me home and made one of my favorite meals...
eggs benedict, baby.
(if you check out the eggs, you'll note that they look different, because he is perfecting the process and trying different methods of egg cookery. because he's an explorer that way.)
eggs benedict seriously makes me turn into Homer Simpson drooling down his shirt.... aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhgggggghhhh, baconyeggyhollandaise...
my husband also got me a really wonderful, luxurious gift:
um, don't mind that jar of bacon grease in the background there... ha! M thinks the mixer looks like the creature in Alien, so we've named her Mother. :) everyone who owns one raves about it, and our imaginations are already wild with all of the things we'll make with this contraption. we do love to cook, so if you haven't been over in awhile for dinner give us a call so we can put this baby to work, because I didn't rearrange our kitchen to make room for her to NOT mix it up!
in short, I'm fairly spoiled, which is evidenced by this post. I haven't even mentioned the sweet cards I received that made me feel so special, and all of the birthday shout-outs on facebook were honestly overwhelming. I'm so very grateful. I know Who every good gift comes from, and sometimes I'm still amazed at the blessing poured out on me, in ways that blow my mind and make me cry.
and now I must go for the icing on the cake of my week, the reason I worked so hard to get all of the laborious things done by this morning - my mom and dad are in town for the rodeo, and after brunching with friends I'm picking up Mom and we're going to hang out with L. Bell, to just be girls and stuff, and tonight I'm hoping to dine with more family. and if I sign off right now, I still have time to run the vacuum.
I multitask.
I productive.
I crazy?
I love.
I make.
I thirty-six!
-m.y.
the past four days were actually such a blur that I feel I must consult my planner to remind myself of where I've been:
5 VO sessions
7 clients served
1 audition
1.5 yoga tapes
2 episodes of anime timecoded and written
client billing
studio fees added up and hashed out
garage sale advertised
garage sale prepped for
laundry attacked
house picked up - twice
something most folks don't get to say.. on my thirty-sixth birthday, I voiced a butterfly, a sultry-ish pen, and a rapping mouse. range, people.
I worked hard, but I built in good play time, too. which made the work-time more intense, but I've really tried to guard my fun, people time this week and not let it get trampled by obligations. here's the fun time in photoz, starting with the yummy dinner my husband made for me Monday night to ring in birthday week:
that asparagus was SO GOOD I asked him to make some more.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm to the maxx.
Tuesday, we met the Bells at Michaelangelo's for birthday dinner (blackened tilapia with crabmeat and mushrooms, flipping awesome):
where I was given this precious, sweet gift:
I was a voracious reader when I was young and enjoyed a lot of series, but this one has always held a special place in my imagination. I was fascinated by these stories and can't wait to revisit them.
after dinner we initiated the Bells into the society of those who frequent The Chocolate Bar:
my father-in-law is totally grooving to the jazz players over in the corner. I embraced the fear and chose the Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake, with real chocolate buttercream frosting and cocoa.
your eyes do not deceive you... the cake slice is as big as my head. even though I shared with everyone, I still took home a chunk of cake. delectable.
on my actual birthday, a day most chock-filled with activity, work, and sitting in traffic, I got to go hang out at church and have precious mental/heart health time... see friends, breathe, knit and get fun knitting accoutrement from my mentor, Mrs. McD, and accept this too-cute cherry serving set and towel from my B2 :
then M took me home and made one of my favorite meals...
eggs benedict, baby.
(if you check out the eggs, you'll note that they look different, because he is perfecting the process and trying different methods of egg cookery. because he's an explorer that way.)
eggs benedict seriously makes me turn into Homer Simpson drooling down his shirt.... aaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhgggggghhhh, baconyeggyhollandaise...
my husband also got me a really wonderful, luxurious gift:
um, don't mind that jar of bacon grease in the background there... ha! M thinks the mixer looks like the creature in Alien, so we've named her Mother. :) everyone who owns one raves about it, and our imaginations are already wild with all of the things we'll make with this contraption. we do love to cook, so if you haven't been over in awhile for dinner give us a call so we can put this baby to work, because I didn't rearrange our kitchen to make room for her to NOT mix it up!
in short, I'm fairly spoiled, which is evidenced by this post. I haven't even mentioned the sweet cards I received that made me feel so special, and all of the birthday shout-outs on facebook were honestly overwhelming. I'm so very grateful. I know Who every good gift comes from, and sometimes I'm still amazed at the blessing poured out on me, in ways that blow my mind and make me cry.
and now I must go for the icing on the cake of my week, the reason I worked so hard to get all of the laborious things done by this morning - my mom and dad are in town for the rodeo, and after brunching with friends I'm picking up Mom and we're going to hang out with L. Bell, to just be girls and stuff, and tonight I'm hoping to dine with more family. and if I sign off right now, I still have time to run the vacuum.
I multitask.
I productive.
I crazy?
I love.
I make.
I thirty-six!
-m.y.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
married green day groove
* warning, rapper language ahead...
JUMP AROUND for St. Patrick's Day! from married yoshimi on Vimeo.
* House of Pain was an Irish-styled American hip-hop group who released three albums in the early to mid 1990s before lead rapper Everlast decided to pursue his solo career again. The group is best known for its 1992 hit single "Jump Around", which reached #3 in the United States, #6 in Ireland and #8 in the United Kingdom. -- Wikepedia
JUMP AROUND for St. Patrick's Day! from married yoshimi on Vimeo.
* House of Pain was an Irish-styled American hip-hop group who released three albums in the early to mid 1990s before lead rapper Everlast decided to pursue his solo career again. The group is best known for its 1992 hit single "Jump Around", which reached #3 in the United States, #6 in Ireland and #8 in the United Kingdom. -- Wikepedia
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
busy busy...
but while taking a time-out to eat some cereal and surf a bit, I found Godgrown's post today to be very thought-provoking. maybe you might, too.
-m.y.
-m.y.
Friday, March 13, 2009
I don't enjoy driving in the rain.
I REALLY don't enjoy driving in the rain at night. on a two-lane highway. with 18-wheelers.
don't like it.
don't want to share wet, hard-to-see space with big trucks blinding me with their spray. sorry, trucks, get your own road.
tense. and makes for a slow trip.
podcasts didn't help soothe the situation, which is unusual, but Andrew Bird finally did. his newest record was a good grody-wet-drive antidote - suddenly, the trip was.. cinematic or something. romantic. I listen to so much spoken word stuff that I forget how music can do that. magic! :)
I have chicken and dumplings - ok, first attempt at typing that was 'dumblinks' - in my belly, and dear husband has run a nice bubble bath and placed my new Real Simple neatly on the towel for me to peruse whilst soaking.
I love coming home. and because I'm already feeling so much better, enjoy the following jam:
bring it, weekend! I am sleeping in.
-m.y.
don't like it.
don't want to share wet, hard-to-see space with big trucks blinding me with their spray. sorry, trucks, get your own road.
tense. and makes for a slow trip.
podcasts didn't help soothe the situation, which is unusual, but Andrew Bird finally did. his newest record was a good grody-wet-drive antidote - suddenly, the trip was.. cinematic or something. romantic. I listen to so much spoken word stuff that I forget how music can do that. magic! :)
I have chicken and dumplings - ok, first attempt at typing that was 'dumblinks' - in my belly, and dear husband has run a nice bubble bath and placed my new Real Simple neatly on the towel for me to peruse whilst soaking.
I love coming home. and because I'm already feeling so much better, enjoy the following jam:
bring it, weekend! I am sleeping in.
-m.y.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I should be writing... (for work, not for blog)...
but I'm ready for the last post to move down the page.
I'm in Dallas working, and so far the week is going well. I have a couple of new episodes to write and timecode that are due next week and I'm challenged to really get cracking on them when I'm recording these long days, but really I'm just having a blessed week. God is Good and Faithful, in case you didn't know.
here are photos from time spent with my brother, sister-in-law, and niece last weekend. my arms are still a little sore from carrying the 2 year old at the zoo. much respect for the parents out there, I wasn't aware of all the heavy lifting. :) love, family!! thank you for the cookies!!
and now I should write a bit. I seriously need to attack it and get into a groove.
however, I'm also in need of a bath. really. recording booth funk and all. shooo-wheee.
priorities, priorities....
methinks the attack on animated high school girls kendo team go-fight-win will have to resume tomorrow.
-m.y. goes to run her water and indulge in a teensy smidgeon of awful reality tv
I'm in Dallas working, and so far the week is going well. I have a couple of new episodes to write and timecode that are due next week and I'm challenged to really get cracking on them when I'm recording these long days, but really I'm just having a blessed week. God is Good and Faithful, in case you didn't know.
here are photos from time spent with my brother, sister-in-law, and niece last weekend. my arms are still a little sore from carrying the 2 year old at the zoo. much respect for the parents out there, I wasn't aware of all the heavy lifting. :) love, family!! thank you for the cookies!!
and now I should write a bit. I seriously need to attack it and get into a groove.
however, I'm also in need of a bath. really. recording booth funk and all. shooo-wheee.
priorities, priorities....
methinks the attack on animated high school girls kendo team go-fight-win will have to resume tomorrow.
-m.y. goes to run her water and indulge in a teensy smidgeon of awful reality tv
Monday, March 2, 2009
just a little crazy.
sometimes I tour crazy-land. it's usually a short visit, but it's scandalizing nonetheless... in the 'why am I such a loony loon?!' sort of way.
I know the train has left the station bound for the outskirts of Kuckoo City when I realize something's happened - or perhaps it's something as small as a thought, like "wow, we have 2 hours to grocery shop and get home and put everything away and get to the church for class but I also need to be ready to hit my workshop later 'cause there won't be time after the class and I can't print new resumes 'cause my black ink cartridge is out maybe I can print it in dark blue and they won't notice oh WHY didn't I get up earlier today and there's no coffee either" - those kinds of thoughts - anyway, something happens and, if we define a score of 0 as being 'whatever, it's cool, I'm the most laid-back person you know', I'm at 15. FIF-FLIPPIN-TEEN. Immediately. flustered and mad and mopey. p'raps it could be, oh, realizing that you left your planner on the counter at Randalls 6 hours earlier, after you'd attended a lovely lady's memorial service and were emotionally teetering. the disinterested party answering the phone at the Randall's at 10:45pm says they say they haven't found it and you can't go check until morning. I'm left to fume, imagining having to recreate my milage stats I keep so brilliantly in that one place. wondering if I mistakenly left a bank stub in the planner, if my bank account would be tampered with by a dishonest soul that *could* have my planner. grrrr. my poor husband had to go to sleep next to a stiff, human-sized frown. who's profoundly frustrated at herself and her humanity.
so it makes me mad, these things. I don't like feeling disorganized. I don't like feeling stupid. but I also don't like feeling out of control, and sometimes my emotions really make me their female dog. if you know what I mean. this morning I had a voice over session, and totally put my foot in my mouth in front of the client, mostly because I was just trying a little too hard. and there it was again - 'how stupid are you! mash the edit button before you open your mouth! what must they think - they'll never hire you again. better shut up and hope the rest of the session goes well.' we are sooo mean to ourselves, right? by the time I got home all I wanted to do was eat a plate of nachos and cheese toast.
so this was my Lent meditation for the day:
I FIND THAT FOR ME, the most direct way to healing, transformation, and guidance is to give explicitly to God’s heart each bodily pain, each wave of anger or fear, each embarrassment, each perplexity, each inner confusion, each person for whom I pray. I know God’s heart will take what is offered, hold it, heal it, and transform it into the creative energy it is meant to be.
I am learning to release past hurtful memories, as well as challenging future events, to God’s heart. I am learning to send to that heart my experiences right now: driving, cleaning, phoning, writing, taking a walk, entering a plane, welcoming my family at the door.
- Flora Slosson Wuellner
Miracle: When Christ Touches Our Deepest Need
From pp. 93-94 of Miracle by Flora Slosson Wuellner. Copyright © 2008 by the author. All Rights Reserved. Used with permission of Upper Room Books.
it's nice, isn't it? I claim that idea today, of letting everything pass through me and go directly on to God instead of the bad stuff camping out in my skin. I *know* everyone deals with these feelings, and I really want to be the sort of person who can roll with things instead of being tossed around on the waves of emotional reaction. btw, a nice lady from Randall's did call... they found my planner on the manager's desk. whew. and thank you, God.
before I close this post, I must say how sad I am that Miss Mary is no longer with us. she was dear, and we'll miss her. I was trying to remember her potting soil recipe... I want to say it's 1/2 goat manure 1/2 peat moss with a sprinkling of plant food in the soil... anyway, I admire how she lived her life, and I'm glad she's no longer in pain.
and if this doesn't make you laugh, I don't know what will. I totally lifted it from dooce's website.
I know the train has left the station bound for the outskirts of Kuckoo City when I realize something's happened - or perhaps it's something as small as a thought, like "wow, we have 2 hours to grocery shop and get home and put everything away and get to the church for class but I also need to be ready to hit my workshop later 'cause there won't be time after the class and I can't print new resumes 'cause my black ink cartridge is out maybe I can print it in dark blue and they won't notice oh WHY didn't I get up earlier today and there's no coffee either" - those kinds of thoughts - anyway, something happens and, if we define a score of 0 as being 'whatever, it's cool, I'm the most laid-back person you know', I'm at 15. FIF-FLIPPIN-TEEN. Immediately. flustered and mad and mopey. p'raps it could be, oh, realizing that you left your planner on the counter at Randalls 6 hours earlier, after you'd attended a lovely lady's memorial service and were emotionally teetering. the disinterested party answering the phone at the Randall's at 10:45pm says they say they haven't found it and you can't go check until morning. I'm left to fume, imagining having to recreate my milage stats I keep so brilliantly in that one place. wondering if I mistakenly left a bank stub in the planner, if my bank account would be tampered with by a dishonest soul that *could* have my planner. grrrr. my poor husband had to go to sleep next to a stiff, human-sized frown. who's profoundly frustrated at herself and her humanity.
so it makes me mad, these things. I don't like feeling disorganized. I don't like feeling stupid. but I also don't like feeling out of control, and sometimes my emotions really make me their female dog. if you know what I mean. this morning I had a voice over session, and totally put my foot in my mouth in front of the client, mostly because I was just trying a little too hard. and there it was again - 'how stupid are you! mash the edit button before you open your mouth! what must they think - they'll never hire you again. better shut up and hope the rest of the session goes well.' we are sooo mean to ourselves, right? by the time I got home all I wanted to do was eat a plate of nachos and cheese toast.
so this was my Lent meditation for the day:
I FIND THAT FOR ME, the most direct way to healing, transformation, and guidance is to give explicitly to God’s heart each bodily pain, each wave of anger or fear, each embarrassment, each perplexity, each inner confusion, each person for whom I pray. I know God’s heart will take what is offered, hold it, heal it, and transform it into the creative energy it is meant to be.
I am learning to release past hurtful memories, as well as challenging future events, to God’s heart. I am learning to send to that heart my experiences right now: driving, cleaning, phoning, writing, taking a walk, entering a plane, welcoming my family at the door.
- Flora Slosson Wuellner
Miracle: When Christ Touches Our Deepest Need
From pp. 93-94 of Miracle by Flora Slosson Wuellner. Copyright © 2008 by the author. All Rights Reserved. Used with permission of Upper Room Books.
it's nice, isn't it? I claim that idea today, of letting everything pass through me and go directly on to God instead of the bad stuff camping out in my skin. I *know* everyone deals with these feelings, and I really want to be the sort of person who can roll with things instead of being tossed around on the waves of emotional reaction. btw, a nice lady from Randall's did call... they found my planner on the manager's desk. whew. and thank you, God.
before I close this post, I must say how sad I am that Miss Mary is no longer with us. she was dear, and we'll miss her. I was trying to remember her potting soil recipe... I want to say it's 1/2 goat manure 1/2 peat moss with a sprinkling of plant food in the soil... anyway, I admire how she lived her life, and I'm glad she's no longer in pain.
and if this doesn't make you laugh, I don't know what will. I totally lifted it from dooce's website.
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