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Category: Thoughtful Reflection

BB8 and We

I don’t know what kind of parents we are going to be, but we do know what kind of BB8 parents we are.

  • Giving – When David carried the BB8 into our home and gently placed the box down, we knew our lives would not be the same from that day forward. David tenderly lifted each flap on the box and nudged BB8 out. He explained BB8 needed to be charged, so he set up the charger, and we left BB8 on that charger for 2 weeks. Did we forget about BB8? Sure, but did we also give him all the battery charge he needed? Yes, absolutely.
  • Clean – When BB8 started roaming around our condo, we noticed that movement was difficult, because of our clutter. That wouldn’t do. So we put BB8 back on the charger. One week later, we cleaned our condo, so that BB8 would have a place to roam.
  • Patient – Even though our condo was clear of clutter and had plenty of open space to roam, as soon as we put him down, BB8 sped into a corner of the room beside a painting on the ground. BB8 turned left and turned right, and then left and right again. Rather than pick him up and re-orient him, we left him there, because he needs to learn.
  • Understanding – BB8 didn’t learn how to get out of the corner though, and his battery ran out. So we put him back on the charger. We’ll check back in in a week. Maybe. If we’re looking for disappointment.
BB8 Puts Self in a Corner
BB8 Puts Self in a Corner
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Two Types of Clothes

I have two types of clothes in my closet. Clothes with chocolate stains and clothes I haven’t worn yet.

Thank you very much. I’m here all night.

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There’s a Little Betty Draper in All of Us

Even though the show Mad Men has come to an end, the characters from the show have formed a lasting memory that will forever shape how we traipse through through our professional and personal lives.

When I originally watched the show, I found myself identifying with Peggy, the focused secretary who went on to become a titan of industry. Two weeks ago, however, I was in Italy with my husband, and I found myself impressed by the number of striking similarities there were between me and Betty Draper, the mother of Don Draper’s three children.

Betty Draper in Italy

So without further ado, here are the amazing things I have in common with Betty Draper:

1) Betty Draper speaks fluent Italian.
I eat Italian food.

2) Betty Draper has three children.
I am one of three children.

3) Betty Draper wears lipstick.
I bought lipstick.

4) Betty Draper is emotionally unavailable.
I am unavailable when I am on the phone with another person.

There you have it. It is as though we are one and the same.

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Looking Back: Me, 10 Years in the Making

10 years later - still fits
10 years later – still fits

I found my college ring today. As I gently pushed it onto my finger and declared proudly, “Still fits!” I reflected on the past 10 years.

 

Here are some things I would have said to younger me, 10 years ago:

1) You are going to earn a green belt in Tae Kwon Do. It may be your greatest accomplishment in the next 10 years.

2) Don’t worry. You will “use it before you lose it.” You’ll be closer to 30 than 20 though. IT’S OKAY, because it will be with your soul-mate.

3) Yes, yes, you meet your soul-mate. Calm down.

4) You know how you’re always worried your degree is useless? You’re right. The master’s degree you end up picking is also ridiculous. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

5) Keep writing.

6) You can’t cancel your gym membership by letting your credit card expire. They submit your information to collections. Gym memberships are impossible to cancel. It’s highway robbery, and once the government has solved the housing crisis, this should be next on the list.

7) Connor leaves you Catch-22 in his will, so don’t bother buying that book yourself.

8) You know Ryan, that guy you suspected was a Vampire first year of college? You two end up being good friends. You’ve only seen him in direct sunlight once though, and he looked VERY uncomfortable, so he is still not to be trusted.

9) Facebook is going to be even bigger than you thought it would be. And it’s not going to die when you thought it would die.

10) Try lots of things, especially improv. Go forth, young person.

 

And here are some things younger me would have said back.

1) What? How about some lottery numbers, b*tch!

2) Will I make a 30 under 30 list? Based on your Item 1, I’m guessing it’ s a resounding “No.”

3) I’m looking at you, and I can see our acne problem hasn’t gone away. Has science stalled on that front?

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A Display of Bravery

The other day, Laura said to me, “I’ve noticed you wear tights a lot, as pants.”

I said, “Yes,” because she was correct. Thick tights, a long shirt, and boots or flats are a staple in my wardrobe.

She continued, “You’re so brave.”

I nodded, “It’s the bravest thing I do.”

And then, as I held back a tear, I whispered, “I’m so glad someone finally noticed.”

Here are some other brave things I do:

  • Cancel my gym membership by waiting for my credit card to expire and neglecting to provide the gym my updated credit card information.
  • Use the internet.
  • Tip baristas, even when my coffee tastes terrible, because that could have been me, making terrible coffee. Fate just dealt me a different, better hand.
  • RSVP early and often to party invitations.
  • Selectively “like” untagged photos on Facebook, so the user knows I took the time to go through their album of photos one-by-one.
  • Eat multivitamins, once in while.
  • Tell people I’m “on the way and traffic is looking bad” when I am standing in front of my closet, debating polyester or wool.
  • Take public transportation.
  • Slay ennui by writing comedy sketches and demanding everyone read them and give me feedback, but probably not take the feedback, because Picasso didn’t accept feedback either, maybe.
  • Hoard, because you never know when you’ll need something again.
  • Host a book club.

Gosh, that list was really easy to write.

Brave-Tights

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Checking in With You

I had my first stand-up performance at an open mic last month. It was exhilarating. All my friends and one stranger laughed. The stranger, a young woman who was probably high as a kite, said, “Oh my god I love her,” after one of my jokes. I said, “Thank you!” And I meant it. I should have said, “I love you too,” because that would have been polite.

They (people who talk about stand-up) say that you need to repeat your act and really hone in on the jokes. I bought some props I’m going to use for one joke, and I’ve written two new jokes I think I can clean up. Now I just have to work up the courage to attend another event!

My sketch career is also really blossoming. I recently wrote one that I’m especially proud of. I’m going to post it here. We haven’t performed it yet, but we will at the next show, I think.

I hope you can be happy for me, sweet blog. I’m not ignoring you because we’re not friends anymore. Rather, I’m not making time for you because there are more pressing matters I must attend to, namely my thriving comedy career. And you should be happy for me, because if I make it, that means we make it. That was the plan all along. You, me, and David, we’re going to be big stars.

Enjoy this sketch!

Setting: Bank
Ellen
Little Jane
Johnson (teller)
Manager (teller’s manager)
Bank Robber (female)

ELLEN
Sweetie, mommy just needs to order some new checks, and then we can go to the ice cream shop.

LITTLE JANE
Okay mommy, I’m going to order chocolate!

JOHNSON
Alright Ms. Applebaum, I’m going to finalize your request for new checkbooks and we’ll be all set.

BANK ROBBER
(charges in)
EVERYBODY GET DOWN! WHAT HAPPENS IN THE NEXT TWO MINUTES CAN BE VERY EASY OR VERY DIFFICULT.

(everyone in line ducks down)

JOHNSON
Is this a robbery?

BANK ROBBER
YES! Put all the money available into this bag. If you don’t, I’m going to shatter this bank’s glass ceiling.

JOHNSON
(yelling) I believe you already have Miss! We have never had a female bank robber before.

ELLEN
(yelling, while down on the ground)
As the first female bank robber, you are going to be representative of all female bank robbers. (turns to little Jane)
BECAUSE THAT’S HOW IT IS FOR WOMEN TODAY JANE!

BANK ROBBER
GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR MONEY!

JOHNSON
Miss, please remain calm. I have to ask my manager to open the vault.

BANK ROBBER
FINE!

MANAGER
(enters)
Johnson, did you need my help with a customer?

JOHNSON
Yes, I have a woman here who is being very assertive, if you catch my drift.

MANAGER
I read you loud and clear Johnson, she is being a bitch. Women!

JOHNSON
No sir, she is trying to rob the bank.

MANAGER
Well, hm, bless her heart.

JOHNSON
I need you to open the vault sir.

BANK ROBBER
Or else I’ll shoot!

ELLEN
And don’t you think for a second about paying her less than you pay the other robbers!
(to Jane) Jane she worked just as hard as any male bank robber. She deserves that. But SHE has to ask.

BANK ROBBER
SHUT UP!

ELLEN
You’re right! I shouldn’t treat you differently! I’M SORRY!

(Robber runs around and grabs manager and holds gun to head.)

MANAGER
AHH! THIS WOMAN IS INSANE! There’s no reasoning with her. GIVE HER THE MONEY, JOHNSON!

JOHNSON
OKAY!

MANAGER
WAIT JOHNSON. I can’t be the first manager that was robbed by a woman.

BANK ROBBER
(shoots)

ELLEN
A WOMAN MURDERER!

BANK ROBBER
I am not the first woman murderer!

ELLEN
NOR SHALL YOU BE THE LAST!
(turns to daughter)
The point is that women can do any job they want to do.

JOHNSON
Here is all the money, and I’ve counted it for you.

BANK ROBBER
I CAN COUNT FOR MYSELF.

ELLEN
(to Jane) She’s probably a math major Jane. A whiz at calculus no doubt!

BANK ROBBER
(runs out)

ELLEN
WAIT! DO YOU THINK WOMEN CAN HAVE IT ALL!?

THE END

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Things to Know

In light of recent events, specifically: I have a stye inside my lower eye-lid, which has made me think about my mortality; and Robin Williams passed away, which has flooded the internet with articles about comedians and depression, I feel inclined to write a post that is more personal than usual.

If this stye is to be the random-end-of-me, I want the world to know a couple things:

1) I was an aspiring comedienne, meaning I always wanted to make people laugh. Whether it was through writing, sketch, improv or standup, the vision/dream was always for people to engage with me and walk away smiling.

2) I am happy. And I am lucky. My parents have always been so kind and loving to me, my siblings have made it so that I always have a best friend around, my friends are awesome, and my David is…well when I think about David, I suspect that is the universe’s way of saying, “Hey there, I want you to feel warm, delighted, challenged, loved, and laugh all the time, so here is David. Look into his eyes and know happiness.”

Here is a picture of David.

What a stud!
Makes me happy every day.
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Military Strategy

Sometimes I wonder what kind of military leader I would be. And then a little fly will swoop by, and I will murder it on the 20 percent chance that it might decide to bite me. And as I’m washing its blood off my hands, I’ll mutter, “This wouldn’t have happened if you had kept the battle outdoors, on your own soil.”

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How to Get a Mentor

As you know, after my workshop last year, I was inspired to pursue sketch writing really actively. This past weekend I attended another workshop taught by not-my-mentor-yet-but-I-will-make-it-so-through-trickery-if-necessary.

During the workshop this weekend, I asked the instructor, Kevin McDonald from the Canadian 90s show, Kids in the Hall, what the next steps are. I told him that since the first workshop I took with him last year, I’ve been writing. He said the next steps are to re-write and ask people I trust to take a look and give feedback.

“I’ve re-written all my sketches seven times,” I said, without breaking eye-contact.

He continued, “Good, then you ask people in the industry, like me, to take a look.” This was the opening I had hoped for.

I said hesitantly, “Would you…look at my work?”

And he said, “Yes, because I know you, I remember you from last time, and you are funny. I will take a look.”

I was over the moon! I might have hopped giddily right in front of him.

Then I immediately said, “I have my portfolio here!” and reached into my bag.

He looked surprised and said, “Don’t give it to me now!”

And I was crestfallen.

He said, “Wait until the end of the day, so I don’t lose it between when you give it to me and when I go back.”

So then at the end of the day, I cornered him again! He said, “I’m going to watch soccer, give it to me tomorrow!”

So at the end of Sunday, I ran after him and asked for a picture and asked if I could give him my folder. He finally took it! Then someone else gave him something and said, “This is that thing we were talking about.” And Kevin put it into my folder. I hope he doesn’t confuse that one pager with my work! That would be a disaster! Who knows what was on that one-pager?!

I haven’t heard back yet, but it has only been 27 hours since I gave him my folder.

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A Deconstructed Joke

Setup:
I’ve taken on several activities over the past few months, and I’m pleased to report I’m performing all of them at a mediocre level.

Punch line:
This suggests I’m ready for motherhood.

Explanation:
Mothers are always running around and unable to focus on one thing, according to mom blogs.

Thank you for reading. I’m here all night.

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