I should have flossed every night. I know better! Because I didn't do this and I didn't go to the dentist for two and a half years I ended up having a cavity. Sigh. I'm usually just so proud of my dental hygiene. The dentist, who happens to be the most peppy dentist I've ever met, asked if I wanted Novicaine. I said, "Yes, I'll take everything you've got!" After one huge shot in the mouth, the whole right side of my jaw went numb. It's such a weird feeling. I don't think I was drooling, but then again, maybe no one told me. They wouldn't do that, would they?
Anyway, it reminded me of yet another story where Katy says something that comes out sexual without meaning to. I have a long history of this and I'm sure Becky will probably comment with some stories. My friend from work, Laura, had a canker sore in her mouth (I don't like that word...ewwww) and was using ambisol. I was just thinking about how ambisol numbs the mouth and I thought to myself, "What would it feel like to put ambisol on your eyelid? Would it make it numb?" But instead I spoke aloud, "Have you ever used Ambisol on any other body parts?" We laughed until we cried with that one. Maybe we're just dirty minded.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Makes Me Feel Like Dancing
It's true. I am in love with a reality t.v. show. I have fallen in love with Dancing with the Stars. I can't help myself! It has everything that you want! No name celebrities (except Jerry Rice, he's brilliant), competition, tacky clothing and DANCING! Should this be any surprise considering one of my all-time favorite movies is Dirty Dancing? "Nobody puts baby in a corner." Becky and I have always talked about making "Camp Kellerman" t-shirts with that quote on the back. I think I should make it happen. Who wouldn't want to buy one?
Now I know that Stacy was definitely the best dancer of the group, but who can deny that Drew Lachey is the better performer? Those of you who prefer Stacy only prefer her because she's half naked the whole show. Yeah, I know it, she knows it, the whole world knows it. I just have had a hard time looking at her the same since she posed for Maxim or FHM or Stuff...one of those magazines. I know I'm judging her. I shouldn't judge. But it just made me sad.
The show just made me want dress scantily and dance throughout my apartment!
Now I know that Stacy was definitely the best dancer of the group, but who can deny that Drew Lachey is the better performer? Those of you who prefer Stacy only prefer her because she's half naked the whole show. Yeah, I know it, she knows it, the whole world knows it. I just have had a hard time looking at her the same since she posed for Maxim or FHM or Stuff...one of those magazines. I know I'm judging her. I shouldn't judge. But it just made me sad.
The show just made me want dress scantily and dance throughout my apartment!
Thursday, February 23, 2006
One WILD Bachelorette Party
This past weekend we threw Becky her Bachelorette Party. She preferred to have a low-key weekend with the girls out at a lake house. That's my ideal bachelorette party as well.
I didn't arrive into Dallas until 8pm. Wendy, Dow, Beckles and I quickly went to the store to pick up all the food for the weekend (if you know me, you know how this freightened me). Then we stopped by Chick-fil-a to pay homage. Waffle Fries...gurgle gurgle gurgle. After a two hour drive to Possum Kingdom Lake, TX. we were pretty exhausted and not quite in our right minds.
Most bachelorette weekends end with a hangover. This one began with some of the most incredible dancing known to man. Please watch closely as I bust out moves from the 8th grade. Becky closes the sequence with what we've coined as the "donkey kick." She is such a show off!
I didn't arrive into Dallas until 8pm. Wendy, Dow, Beckles and I quickly went to the store to pick up all the food for the weekend (if you know me, you know how this freightened me). Then we stopped by Chick-fil-a to pay homage. Waffle Fries...gurgle gurgle gurgle. After a two hour drive to Possum Kingdom Lake, TX. we were pretty exhausted and not quite in our right minds.
Most bachelorette weekends end with a hangover. This one began with some of the most incredible dancing known to man. Please watch closely as I bust out moves from the 8th grade. Becky closes the sequence with what we've coined as the "donkey kick." She is such a show off!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
TourCo Audition
A friend called last Thursday to tell me that Second City was having auditions for women for their Tour Company on Monday. Knowing that I was less experienced than the typical auditioner I went ahead and scheduled an appointment. Thankfully I printed up my ugly headshot so I could at least have something to give them. I even worked on my meager resume'. I definitely need to spruce that up a bit. It was looking a bit more bare than it should. I know I've done many more gigs than my resume' tells.
It's an understatement to say that I was nervous for this audition. I didn't tell too many people. But I did let people know how to pray for me. I always feel better going into an audition, show, etc. after a good round of prayer. Calms me a bit. I prayed that I would feel freedom, have confidence and that they would see a little something in me.
My audition was at 11:40 a.m. I even showered for it. I wore dark pants and a bright shirt to make sure I'd stick out. No it wasn't obnoxiously bright. Subtle and inspiring...like me! The audition wasn't anything unusual. My nerves calmed a bit after my teacher, Tim, told us girls the night before that the audition was really more of a formality and that they "had" to hold one for girls. SUCKS! But oh well, good experience. I felt good about my short scenes. But I'm more of a long-form girl. They called two names randomly and gave us a location to start a scene. Mine was at a nail salon. Easy: I like manicures and pedicures. The other girl initiated and took the role of a manicurest. So I became a woman who was getting married after meeting someone on an internet dating service. Basically I was proud to be getting married and wanted everyone to know it! IT WAS MY TURN, DAMMIT!
To my surprise they also asked me to do another scene with a girl who I respected and had seen perform multiple times. I was so out of my league. They put us in a "newsroom." At first she started the scene very focused on the task. When I tried to initiate relationship and revelation she just ignored me. A HUGE IMPROV NO NO! So I just went with my character and kept trying to get her attention so we could talk and I could tell her why I felt ignored.
Afterwards I felt really good about my part in the scene. One girl mentioned that she was jealous that I got called up again when no one else did. I said, "Nothing means nothing!" I have no idea what that means. Basically it means that I can't read into anything! I felt awesome about my audition and like all my prayers had been answered. I knew my chances of being called back were slim, but God can work miracles. Anne Libera, my level 4 instructor, said good job to me later that day. She also said that I made a great choice with the girl who wouldn't talk to me in my scene. She said, "seriously Katy, that was a GREAT choice." I felt so good after that.
No I didn't get called back, but rumor has it that they weren't really looking anyway. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't disappointed. I am disappointed because I like succeeding in all I do. But I have to take everything one step at a time. I'm just beginning to get impatient. Hopefully something will open up soon! The audition just made me realize how much I love performing.
It's an understatement to say that I was nervous for this audition. I didn't tell too many people. But I did let people know how to pray for me. I always feel better going into an audition, show, etc. after a good round of prayer. Calms me a bit. I prayed that I would feel freedom, have confidence and that they would see a little something in me.
My audition was at 11:40 a.m. I even showered for it. I wore dark pants and a bright shirt to make sure I'd stick out. No it wasn't obnoxiously bright. Subtle and inspiring...like me! The audition wasn't anything unusual. My nerves calmed a bit after my teacher, Tim, told us girls the night before that the audition was really more of a formality and that they "had" to hold one for girls. SUCKS! But oh well, good experience. I felt good about my short scenes. But I'm more of a long-form girl. They called two names randomly and gave us a location to start a scene. Mine was at a nail salon. Easy: I like manicures and pedicures. The other girl initiated and took the role of a manicurest. So I became a woman who was getting married after meeting someone on an internet dating service. Basically I was proud to be getting married and wanted everyone to know it! IT WAS MY TURN, DAMMIT!
To my surprise they also asked me to do another scene with a girl who I respected and had seen perform multiple times. I was so out of my league. They put us in a "newsroom." At first she started the scene very focused on the task. When I tried to initiate relationship and revelation she just ignored me. A HUGE IMPROV NO NO! So I just went with my character and kept trying to get her attention so we could talk and I could tell her why I felt ignored.
Afterwards I felt really good about my part in the scene. One girl mentioned that she was jealous that I got called up again when no one else did. I said, "Nothing means nothing!" I have no idea what that means. Basically it means that I can't read into anything! I felt awesome about my audition and like all my prayers had been answered. I knew my chances of being called back were slim, but God can work miracles. Anne Libera, my level 4 instructor, said good job to me later that day. She also said that I made a great choice with the girl who wouldn't talk to me in my scene. She said, "seriously Katy, that was a GREAT choice." I felt so good after that.
No I didn't get called back, but rumor has it that they weren't really looking anyway. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't disappointed. I am disappointed because I like succeeding in all I do. But I have to take everything one step at a time. I'm just beginning to get impatient. Hopefully something will open up soon! The audition just made me realize how much I love performing.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Coldplay
WHA?!!!!!!!!!!??!!!!!!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Coldplay is breaking up? WHYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?????? (knees hit the floor. fist. fist. fist. and hair pulling). Buh, wuh? I have hope that they will get back together once Apple hits school age.
Snowboard Cross
I have a new favorite Olympic sport. I could hardly peel my eyes away from the television last night. Did anyone watch the Snowboard Cross? Was that not amazing?!!!! It reminds me of a Nintendo 64 game I used to play with my little brother back in the day. I remember he was snowboard racing my mom and I and because he was beating my mom she says, "You, you, you...." And Andrew responds, "BASTARD!" I could hardly stop from crying laughing. He was only seven years old at the time. Where did he learn that word?!
There are a few funny stories about Andrew and his language. He used to be really into popsicles when he was about four. My mom decided to get him a new treat, Push Ups. When she showed him the Push UP he spoke chipperly, "What in the hell is this?" Patiently mom responded, "Andrew, we don't say that. We say, 'What in the WORLD is this!'" Smartly he says, "What in the world hell is this?!" One of my favorites was when he was four, yet again. Patrick and I had friends from college in town. Andrew's new favorite movie at the time was Top Gun. He was showing off in front of our friends by quoting lines from the movie. All of a sudden we hear, "Shit! It's Viper!" He made a really great impression on our friends. They still remind me of that time.
I digress... I think I would like to compete in the Snowboard Cross. If I could compete in any Winter Olympic sports they would be: Figure Skating, Downhill, Moguls and now Snowboard Cross. Did anyone see the gold medal winner, Seth Wescott? Hello! New crush! He likes the outdoors, I like the outdoors. He likes to snowboard, I like to snowboard. He likes to get caught in avalanches, I like to watch t.v. specials about avalanches.
I nearly cried while watching another event last night - Figure Skating. Here's a little trivia about my past: I was a figure skater. Yes I was only eight years old but it still counts. I even won a second place ribbon in a competition. Granted I think there were only two of us competing in my age group, but it's still a special moment. Anywho. I watched the Olympics new comeback kid last night, Evan Lysacek (who happens to be from Naperville, IL). He skated the most powerful and beautiful program of anyone that night. Yeah, the Russian Gold Medalist with a mullet, Plushenko could jump better than anyone but his program was missing heart, artistry and emotion. But then again, he and his family made serious sacrifices to get him where he is today. I'm always a sucker for those stories. Good for him.
There are a few funny stories about Andrew and his language. He used to be really into popsicles when he was about four. My mom decided to get him a new treat, Push Ups. When she showed him the Push UP he spoke chipperly, "What in the hell is this?" Patiently mom responded, "Andrew, we don't say that. We say, 'What in the WORLD is this!'" Smartly he says, "What in the world hell is this?!" One of my favorites was when he was four, yet again. Patrick and I had friends from college in town. Andrew's new favorite movie at the time was Top Gun. He was showing off in front of our friends by quoting lines from the movie. All of a sudden we hear, "Shit! It's Viper!" He made a really great impression on our friends. They still remind me of that time.
I digress... I think I would like to compete in the Snowboard Cross. If I could compete in any Winter Olympic sports they would be: Figure Skating, Downhill, Moguls and now Snowboard Cross. Did anyone see the gold medal winner, Seth Wescott? Hello! New crush! He likes the outdoors, I like the outdoors. He likes to snowboard, I like to snowboard. He likes to get caught in avalanches, I like to watch t.v. specials about avalanches.
I nearly cried while watching another event last night - Figure Skating. Here's a little trivia about my past: I was a figure skater. Yes I was only eight years old but it still counts. I even won a second place ribbon in a competition. Granted I think there were only two of us competing in my age group, but it's still a special moment. Anywho. I watched the Olympics new comeback kid last night, Evan Lysacek (who happens to be from Naperville, IL). He skated the most powerful and beautiful program of anyone that night. Yeah, the Russian Gold Medalist with a mullet, Plushenko could jump better than anyone but his program was missing heart, artistry and emotion. But then again, he and his family made serious sacrifices to get him where he is today. I'm always a sucker for those stories. Good for him.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Celebrity Meeting!
Yesterday morning delivered a great surprise! I had to attend an early morning awards breakfast at a local company. I didn't think much of it until I watched a video of their surprise M.C. for the event. I hear words about Second City, SCTV, Ghostbusters, etc. Then suddenly I see Harold Ramis' face pop up on the screen! Harold Ramis! Harold Ramis, you ask? How could you not know this talented face and even more talented writer and director?!!!
My boss insisted that I meet him. I was overcome with nervousness and mumbled something like, "nah, I couldn't do that. I'd die!" Many people love meeting celebrities. I usually run the other way. I mean, what do I say? Why should they care? Before I knew it, they grabbed my arm and pulled me over to meet Mr. Ramis. One of the women knew him so it wasn't a big deal for her to introduce me. I'm sure my face was flaming hot. She mentioned to him that I attended Second City. Here is the transcript from our conversation:
Scene: Large elite Club
Atmosphere: Bustling
Character trait: distracted, nervous and overwhelmed as the camera bulbs flashed...acting like a 12 year old girl who has a crush on the boy she's talking to.
"Harold, this is Katy and she's at Second City. I wanted you to meet her."
"Oh, you're at Second City."
"umm, yes. I am finishing the conservatory program"
"You're an actress?"
"Yes!"
"That's great! How long have you been there?"
"Two years or so."
"Did you study this in college?"
**distracted by fans and flash bulbs
"Umm, honestly, no. It's just something I've always wanted to do and figured why not now, just give it a shot."
"That's exactly what I did."
"Really? That's so good to know!"
**witty banter, witty banter, blah blah blah, you're awesome, blah blah
That's really all I remember. But I will post a picture as soon as someone sends it to me. I'm sure I'll be mid-sentence with my mouth making a weird shape. Plus my face will be red. But seriously, how cool is that?!!!! I never meet celebrities. Sure I'm usually running the other way or sneaking photos of them while they're on the beach with their families, but wow! Harold is a legend! I'm sure he's calling up agencies trying to locate the random girl actress he met at an event. I bet he's already written a part for me! If I were more strategic, I'd have put a headshot in his hand. But I wasn't thinking clearly at the moment.
My boss insisted that I meet him. I was overcome with nervousness and mumbled something like, "nah, I couldn't do that. I'd die!" Many people love meeting celebrities. I usually run the other way. I mean, what do I say? Why should they care? Before I knew it, they grabbed my arm and pulled me over to meet Mr. Ramis. One of the women knew him so it wasn't a big deal for her to introduce me. I'm sure my face was flaming hot. She mentioned to him that I attended Second City. Here is the transcript from our conversation:
Scene: Large elite Club
Atmosphere: Bustling
Character trait: distracted, nervous and overwhelmed as the camera bulbs flashed...acting like a 12 year old girl who has a crush on the boy she's talking to.
"Harold, this is Katy and she's at Second City. I wanted you to meet her."
"Oh, you're at Second City."
"umm, yes. I am finishing the conservatory program"
"You're an actress?"
"Yes!"
"That's great! How long have you been there?"
"Two years or so."
"Did you study this in college?"
**distracted by fans and flash bulbs
"Umm, honestly, no. It's just something I've always wanted to do and figured why not now, just give it a shot."
"That's exactly what I did."
"Really? That's so good to know!"
**witty banter, witty banter, blah blah blah, you're awesome, blah blah
That's really all I remember. But I will post a picture as soon as someone sends it to me. I'm sure I'll be mid-sentence with my mouth making a weird shape. Plus my face will be red. But seriously, how cool is that?!!!! I never meet celebrities. Sure I'm usually running the other way or sneaking photos of them while they're on the beach with their families, but wow! Harold is a legend! I'm sure he's calling up agencies trying to locate the random girl actress he met at an event. I bet he's already written a part for me! If I were more strategic, I'd have put a headshot in his hand. But I wasn't thinking clearly at the moment.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Aloha and Mahalo
So I am wearing the sign of a vacation to the beach: peeling scalp. Some people might confuse that with dandruff but I know the truth...I got sunburned! And it was great!
The Parentals and I took off to Honolulu with Wendy to spend a few days on the beach. Much to my surprise it was Pro-Bowl weekend and our hotel was the hub of ESPN. There were famous football players EVERYWHERE. But most of it was lost on me. I only know the players from back in my highschool days (aka. "When the Cowboys were good"). Did you know that when there are famous, rich football players around the number of fake boobs escalates? Neither did I. But now I know. As wonderful as Hawaii was, it also felt a bit like MTV spring break at our hotel pool. Therefore Wendy and I stuck to the beach. Some of you watching ESPN might have seen us laying out in the background. Why they didn't just broadcast that is beyond me.
The first day we only spent a few hours at the beach. We didn't want to fry like bacon when we had a few more days to do that. We decided to accompany my mom to the spa. I love the spa. It makes me feel so girly. I used to feel guilty about going until I heard the prices of green fees at golf courses. I don't feel guilty any longer. Men have their drug, we have ours. There's just something about walking around in a huge robe in public. They had us taking elevators in our robes and walking down long hallways. I didn't care. I was about to get a massage! I'm not exactly a modest person. Years of kamp took away any modesty I ever owned. Therefore if one of us has to have a man give us a massage my mother always volunteers moi. I just find that funny. I don't care and I'm sure Jude didn't either. He looked a lot like Apolo Anton Ohno (you Olympic lovers). It was fabulous and I'm still relaxed.
Just like watching Aspen Extreme before a good ski trip, a trip to Hawaii makes me want to watch Blue Crush. Both are riveting movies that have changed the face of Hollywood..er...so maybe not. But they are so fun to watch! We took our Blue Crush tour of O'ahu on Thursday. We drove up to the North Shore so we could watch the surfers tempt death with those insanely huge waves. I felt like a complete tourist with my Kate Spade bag and gaucho pants. If I were in Blue Crush I would have been kicked off the beach. I couldn't compare to the Hawaiian kids with the Hawaiian Islands tatooed on their backs. One even had the word "North" tatooed on one arm and "Shore" tatooed on the other. If I really wanted to fit in I would have done the same.
Friday I desperately tried to soak up the sun. I knew I was leaving in 36 hours and had to cram in a weeks worth of sunbathing in only a few hours. Armed with good books, Wendy and I seriously laid there from 9am to 5pm. I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom. I did however make it to the ocean to float in the salty waters. The water looks inviting but it was a bit chilly. I've become a wimp in my old age. So I sucked it up and dove right in (the second time). I warmed myself up with my new favorite drink, the Chi Chi...basically a Pina Colada. I was in heaven! I didn't think things could get any better...but they did! Would you believe it? Steve Young walked right past me and parked he and his family next to Wendy and I on the beach! Wendy was like, "Who is Steve Young?" Ummmm, I only had a crush on him for, like, a couple of years in highschool because he was, like, the best football quarterback (next to Troy Aikman) for the 49ers. And didn't I just see him anchoring the Superbowl? I do believe so! I even got to see him kindly discipline his son. I approve.
I think I felt a tear roll down my cheek there on the beach. I wasn't quite ready to go home. I still needed more of a tan!
11 hours later I arrived safely at home. Is it wrong to want to hit a baby when it cries for 11 hours straight? Hear me out! I didn't hit the baby. I would never do something like that...it's wrong! But I did consider hitting the parents. I need to pray.
My parents are still in Hawaii living the life. They are so kind and generous to ask me to come along with them. Now all I have is my memories and the healing "North" "Shore" tatooes on my arms.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
So I'm Not a Dork
I received this comment from my good friend John who is always looking out for me:
"Always know what you're really saying. You are probably not a dork... http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/DorkORhttp://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=dork
Look at "vulgar slang." I would never call you a dork. A hottie, maybe... dork, never!"
Apparently one of the definitions for dork is "penis." I am definitely not one of those.
Thanks John for setting me straight.
"Always know what you're really saying. You are probably not a dork... http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/DorkORhttp://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=dork
Look at "vulgar slang." I would never call you a dork. A hottie, maybe... dork, never!"
Apparently one of the definitions for dork is "penis." I am definitely not one of those.
Thanks John for setting me straight.
I'm a Dork!
I know not many of you are surprised by that statement. But it was just confirmed. It's official.
So my mom sent an email asking me about my trainer, Shelby, that I've had for the past 5 months. (Trainer Brad moved on). So I responded to her email by telling her a story about how James had slapped my butt in a scene in Monday nights show and later told me that it hurt his hand. I said, "You know it hurt your hand! I do more lunges and squats than you could ever dream!" Blah Blah Blah. So after emailing this story, I hit send. I didn't realize until a few moments later that I had actually responded with this story to an email sent to me by a volunteer at our organization....who I hardly know!
I should just go home today. Sigh.
So my mom sent an email asking me about my trainer, Shelby, that I've had for the past 5 months. (Trainer Brad moved on). So I responded to her email by telling her a story about how James had slapped my butt in a scene in Monday nights show and later told me that it hurt his hand. I said, "You know it hurt your hand! I do more lunges and squats than you could ever dream!" Blah Blah Blah. So after emailing this story, I hit send. I didn't realize until a few moments later that I had actually responded with this story to an email sent to me by a volunteer at our organization....who I hardly know!
I should just go home today. Sigh.
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