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la_belle_laideThursday: Took in the most charming creature ever: a pre-fledgling bluejay. JOY OF JOYS. I asked the universe to not overwhelm me with birds this year (I had a feeling I was going to have a lot of other stuff going on, emotionally and otherwise, and was sure I couldn't deal with too many,) and I got maybe half of what I usually get. I asked the universe for a little baby bluejay to raise, too. ^_^ There is nothing more charming in the bird world, in my experience, than a wee baby bluejay. Everything about them is beautiful and sweet. I named this one Kilik. I was looking closely at him and noticed a little white thing on the tip of his beak. It took me a minute to realize that it was the last piece of his egg-tooth. OMG! So young!
I've got a ton of pictures, but they are all on my digital camera, which died tonight. >_> And now that I know it's dead, I want to take a hammer to it, just to desecrate its corpse for being such a bitch to me this entire year.
Just as I was leaving with Kilik on Thursday, Nancy called me outside to tell me that a 110 pound rottweiler she'd been walking had stepped on a fledgling robin. The other robins in the tree were going absolutely berserk because this teeny baby was stuck on the ground surrounded by people and dogs and other awful, huge things. Little robin baby was covered in mites, and at the time it was 102 degrees. I'm not talking about this mysterious thing called "heat index" ("it's 100 degrees but OMG it feels like 107!" ??) but literally 102 degrees. So I had to take him in, too. (I named him Maxi.) As I took him inside, about ten robins were screaming at me. I felt terrible, but I promised to take good care of their baby. Even Friday morning when I came into work with him and he was making baby robin noises, the adult robins all started screaming at me again. I do hope this little guy makes it. He stargazes, though. I hate that. It's a bad sign.
Last night after work, Brittany came by and we went out to see POTC2:DMC. We got pizza, but the pizza place was packed so we sat on the back of my car and ate pizza in the late afternoon sun while talking about--what else?--the state of the world. Brittany is very awesome and aware. She's been all over the world. And in terms of work relations, it's a bit of a first: a real friendship between reception and kennel! OMG! ;D We had loads of fun. Then we came back here and went online for a while. Brittany got a kick out of going through my 30STM files and pictures, as well as pictures of my favorite actors such as Christopher Walken, Benicio Del Toro, Jason Isaacs, etc.
After she left, I caught 30STM on Jay Leno (the show, not the man himself.) They were pretty decent, though it seemed weird without Matt Wachter, their usual bass guitarist (he was off getting married.) They played one of my favorites (The Kill,) and though they seemed a little uncomfortable up there, they still sounded good. (Jared's hair is really shiny. I wonder how he keeps it so shiny?)
Tomorrow I have a Hula show that I am doing by myself. The idea of that makes me nervous. I like to have another dancer there to keep things nice and balanced. A one-girl show is a lot of pressure. Also, it is a kid's party, and those are notoriously hard. I rarely, rarely ever do kids parties, but on the other hand, I rarely turn down a gig, either. Kids get bored easily, and I have to somehow manage to stretch what I do into an hour long show. I don't have more than, like 20 minutes of material that kids would be really into. I stick to the hardcore stuff. And the guy who hired me has told me--quite a few times--"remember, be BUBBLY and wear lots of makeup, more than you usually do." >_> (In fact, he's called me a few times just to remind me about the makeup and the bubbliness. I'm starting to get a complex. "Wear lots of makeup so that you don't scare the children with your hideous features.") :/ And the thing is, I don't tend to wear makeup aside from lipstick and a little eyeliner. And guess what? I'm still not going to.
I just really hope it goes well. I'm doing poi balls, too, because I feel like I can finally do enough cool poi tricks to make it worth it. Thanks, Sehing. ^_^
Then work at Kung Fu and training on Monday, work at the hospital tuesday (long day--covering for Casse who is on a leave for 6 weeks!) and work at Kung Fu and more training on Wednesday, long hospital work day on Thursday, and on Friday, the big Hula show.
I have two concerns about Friday's Big Hula Show: the papahehi number (I just have never felt I have that cemented in my head and muscles,) and, admittedly, I'm worried that there will be all of ten people there. I mean, I will dance for TWO people. I would dance for just myself. And I'm still getting the same amount of money. It's just, I like a big crowd. Always have. Oh, hold up: three worries. The sound system. Yikes!
Saturday, rehearsal for Michelle's wedding the following week, and then training. And then, hey, who knows? Maybe I can sit down! ;)
Yesterday the heat wave broke and it was a chilly 90 degrees. Today, a very mild 87. HAHA!
I've got a ton of pictures, but they are all on my digital camera, which died tonight. >_> And now that I know it's dead, I want to take a hammer to it, just to desecrate its corpse for being such a bitch to me this entire year.
Just as I was leaving with Kilik on Thursday, Nancy called me outside to tell me that a 110 pound rottweiler she'd been walking had stepped on a fledgling robin. The other robins in the tree were going absolutely berserk because this teeny baby was stuck on the ground surrounded by people and dogs and other awful, huge things. Little robin baby was covered in mites, and at the time it was 102 degrees. I'm not talking about this mysterious thing called "heat index" ("it's 100 degrees but OMG it feels like 107!" ??) but literally 102 degrees. So I had to take him in, too. (I named him Maxi.) As I took him inside, about ten robins were screaming at me. I felt terrible, but I promised to take good care of their baby. Even Friday morning when I came into work with him and he was making baby robin noises, the adult robins all started screaming at me again. I do hope this little guy makes it. He stargazes, though. I hate that. It's a bad sign.
Last night after work, Brittany came by and we went out to see POTC2:DMC. We got pizza, but the pizza place was packed so we sat on the back of my car and ate pizza in the late afternoon sun while talking about--what else?--the state of the world. Brittany is very awesome and aware. She's been all over the world. And in terms of work relations, it's a bit of a first: a real friendship between reception and kennel! OMG! ;D We had loads of fun. Then we came back here and went online for a while. Brittany got a kick out of going through my 30STM files and pictures, as well as pictures of my favorite actors such as Christopher Walken, Benicio Del Toro, Jason Isaacs, etc.
After she left, I caught 30STM on Jay Leno (the show, not the man himself.) They were pretty decent, though it seemed weird without Matt Wachter, their usual bass guitarist (he was off getting married.) They played one of my favorites (The Kill,) and though they seemed a little uncomfortable up there, they still sounded good. (Jared's hair is really shiny. I wonder how he keeps it so shiny?)
Tomorrow I have a Hula show that I am doing by myself. The idea of that makes me nervous. I like to have another dancer there to keep things nice and balanced. A one-girl show is a lot of pressure. Also, it is a kid's party, and those are notoriously hard. I rarely, rarely ever do kids parties, but on the other hand, I rarely turn down a gig, either. Kids get bored easily, and I have to somehow manage to stretch what I do into an hour long show. I don't have more than, like 20 minutes of material that kids would be really into. I stick to the hardcore stuff. And the guy who hired me has told me--quite a few times--"remember, be BUBBLY and wear lots of makeup, more than you usually do." >_> (In fact, he's called me a few times just to remind me about the makeup and the bubbliness. I'm starting to get a complex. "Wear lots of makeup so that you don't scare the children with your hideous features.") :/ And the thing is, I don't tend to wear makeup aside from lipstick and a little eyeliner. And guess what? I'm still not going to.
I just really hope it goes well. I'm doing poi balls, too, because I feel like I can finally do enough cool poi tricks to make it worth it. Thanks, Sehing. ^_^
Then work at Kung Fu and training on Monday, work at the hospital tuesday (long day--covering for Casse who is on a leave for 6 weeks!) and work at Kung Fu and more training on Wednesday, long hospital work day on Thursday, and on Friday, the big Hula show.
I have two concerns about Friday's Big Hula Show: the papahehi number (I just have never felt I have that cemented in my head and muscles,) and, admittedly, I'm worried that there will be all of ten people there. I mean, I will dance for TWO people. I would dance for just myself. And I'm still getting the same amount of money. It's just, I like a big crowd. Always have. Oh, hold up: three worries. The sound system. Yikes!
Saturday, rehearsal for Michelle's wedding the following week, and then training. And then, hey, who knows? Maybe I can sit down! ;)
Yesterday the heat wave broke and it was a chilly 90 degrees. Today, a very mild 87. HAHA!
