Tuesday, November 20, 2007

The sun shines bright here but I'm already sick for the mountains...








My response to pretty scenery is strong enough to land me there for good.












Thursday, November 15, 2007

Central Time Livin'

My emotions are mixed as the last days of my time in here in The Great Midwest near. It's been real. It's been flat. It's been real flat.

The towns we've visited have reminded me of home in an indirect kind of way; that small-town hosptitality, forever questionable in its sincerity...just with a different accent. Well let's be real, a different language.

We're currently finishing up in Milbank, a town that has hosted MCT for almost thirty years. Jim Caron has been here, as has Michael McGill... a little daunting to a "new veteran" like lil' 'ol me. We have two Friday shows, which is usually a sugary sweet treat. Friday shows=Free Saturdays=Exploring Day for Jes. This week I feel like maybe we're just not ready. Maybe it's because we had such a nearly flawless week last week, but I hate feeling like I've sold the kids short, or worse, rushed them. I remember that about being a kid, I hated being rushed when I was having fun. These kids are also pretty competitive with each other, which I don't remember about being under twelve. Jealousy's a disease for silly old people in bad relationships, not kids.

In the end, it all falls together.

So I've been in the Real World for almost six months now, and I feel like I've not been working really, but dillydallying. Like, there's a huge project or dissertation due at the end of all this, and I haven't started.



I CAN'T WAIT FOR SPRING TOUR.

Sometimes I feel like I need pretty scenery to breathe. That's dramatic.

Sometimes I feel like I need pretty scenery to be happy.






On average, how many times do we fart a day? 14.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Back in Mazowla...from Faaahhhrgoh

Our week in Fargo was full of thrills, chills, and exciting adventure!!! A constant party, really..


Just kidding.


We worked with our youngest cast yet,the oldest were our two eleven-year-olds. and it made for a keerrraaazzzzyy week. It was like... a toddling version of The Little Mermaid. I was also groped by a five year old. Gracious me.

MazowlaMissoula was funsies, a week full of laughs, beer, and candy. I needed that bad. I was reminded of how terrible I am at office work. Good to know. It was great to see my birthday buddy and Mallory, and to see Kim, Dylan and Don. I also had a great Halloween. Pizza..... pizza.

Mostly, though, I was completely content in the middle of the Western mountains. I think I might be meant to end up there. The pretentious hippies might annoy me, but the mountains would keep me there...me and my dog...and my porch...and my batch of snickerdoodles.

We're currently in Oakes, ND, having a week that rivals some of our best. The kids are talented, smart, and nice. They're actually fake.

But really, our homestay is wonderful. we're provided dinner each evening, and the show is golden. I'm a happy girl. A happy, hungry girl. A happy, hungry girl who's about to be on the radio!







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