Keep on tryin'

/I'm tired of lying/ just like the sun above, I'll come shining through

Well, lately my sun has been shining, but rather weakly...I think I'm running out of hydrogen to turn into helium...but I digress. Here are some things I've been trying lately...I figure I've got to shake the mix up a bit in order to dislodge the permahaze that's been in my head for the last eon:

1. Auditioning! Last week I tried out for "Don't Forget the Lyrics," hosted by Wayne Brady and shown on fox, for those of you who don't know what it is. It had been a very long time since I'd auditioned for anything and frankly, I was a bit nervous. I passed a written test, got in a tiny box-room and sang a few songs and interviewed in front of a camera, and then had my picture taken, and was told they'd call me back if the producers liked me. Apparently they didn't, since I didn't get a callback. But I'm totally fine with it, because I really thought I did well, and was happy with the audition, so I'm not crestfallen that I didn't make it. Thankfully, I do have a day job, so I wasn't pinning all my financial eggs on the Fox basket (yes, I realize that was mixed). It was in Hollywood, and it took forever to get there.

2a. Making it to Sea World: Okay, I still haven't gotten there. But at least I have now found a partner in crime willing to make the hours-long trip down there to see the oceania!

2b. Well, in order to get down to San Diego, I wanted to ride Amtrak...something I've never done before. Ha ha, I totally choked when I saw that prices, one-way, from Union Station to Sea World was $40! talk about adding up quickly. I mean, I guess parking is $12, plus gas...let's see...well, perhaps it comes out even, but still. eeps! Snack car aside, I am a bit shocked at the price.

3. Thawing out. My apartment is growing permafrost. Seriously. I am a little icicle. I am threatening to become the little egg on March of the Penguins which cracks and freezes the tiny chick inside within seconds. Okay, well, not. It's taken me months to get here, but I'm sick of paying to be cold, and my roomies keep turning the stupid thing on. garbage.

4. Recycling. I have to do it clandestinely, so my roommates won't know. Sometimes this involves picking their diet coke cans out of the top of the garbage can. Seriously, people, the recycling bin is 30 feet further than the trash...can we not help save our environment? I go to extremes just to get a few pieces in the bin every week. I'd tell you how I went about it and why, but that's really embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as the fact that I published that I feel like I need to get my would-be non-trash out the door under the radar!!!!!!

5. Making lists on my blog. I would like for everything I write to be either a poem or a list. That way I'm outlined and organized (supposedly). The posts, I think, will be more meaningful because I will really have had to ponder each line and each item, instead of letting my fingers rocket along typing babble, nonsense, and hearsay (NOT heresy) in Dickensian proportions and sentence length.

These are a Few of my Favorite Things

1. cinnamon stack biscuits, hugs
2. flannel pj bottoms, snuggling
3. cell phones / chargers, gardening
4. homemade spaghetti sauce, laughing
5. corn on the cob, clean hands
6. singing with katherine, Christmas rumpuses
7. going to bed after a good day's work, a good day's work
9. quilting, reading
10. scrapbooking, photography
11. guitar playing, time with family
13. gaming (includes: Thistle, Ticket to Ride, Blokus, Rook, and Settlers, not to mention StarMunchkin, Mario, etc.), alone-time