Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Singin' in the Rain

After what seems like an eternity of rehearsals (maybe it just felt like that for me because I had morning sickness through half of it), Singin' in the Rain is finally open!  Above is an awesome picture - shot by shereeflickphotography - of my wonderfully talented husband channeling his inner Gene Kelly.  Below is a picture of Gene Kelly channeling his inner Don Lockwood.

Gene Kelly in Singin' in the Rain

It's a super fun show with a wonderful cast, so you should definitely get tickets and check it out!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

We're having a....

So, Evan and I have decided that we want to wait until the birth of our child to know the sex.  So far, empirical evidence has proven to me that if you say this to anyone these days you get a 30 second blank stare followed by a “Why would you do that?  I could never do that.”  You actually can.  Once upon a time you wouldn’t have had a choice. 

Luckily, these days we have the technology we do because it’s become “impossible” for some people to even wait the 15 (or whatever it is) weeks that it usually takes.  There are some wonderful benefits to finding out the sex of a baby early.  You can pick out appropriate names, go all crazy on a pink or blue wardrobe before your child is even big enough to not drown in something the size of a teacup (if it weren’t already floating around in the fluids of your uterus), you can begin decorating a nursery according to the same afore-mentioned “appropriate” sex-associated hues, you can also tell everyone else so they can begin color-coordinating their baby shower gifts. 

We know we are in the minority on this decision, and we’ve come to terms with the fact that we’ll probably have to remind the doctor before every visit just so he doesn’t end up letting this precious piece of information slip out of sheer habit.  And this is the most precious piece of information I could ever imagine hearing.  I am just like every other expectant mother there ever was: Yes, I AM dying to know!  If I found out what I was having right now I would be ecstatic no matter what it was…so then what does it matter if I find out now or 5 months from now?  Whether a onesie is blue or pink or white or yellow is such an insignificant concept to me right now in the whole scheme of this wonderful experience.  Besides, it’ll end up with vomit all over it eventually anyway.  As for a nursery, Disney will do just fine.  A little red, a little yellow and a lot of Mickey could make anyone happy – boy, girl and especially my husband.

Friday, March 4, 2011

"Live simply so that others can simply live" - Mahatma Ghandi

Did you know that 40% of the world's population lives on less than $2 a day? And that one of the main problems with keeping impoverished girls in school in Africa is because they don't have the means to maintain their menstrual cycles so they have to stay home during that time. They usually find themselves too far behind and end up dropping out.  I read this in a fantastic book call Half the Sky.  It discusses women's oppression around the world and the local grassroots organizations that have - and continue - to make a difference in the lives of millions of women and their families around the world.

I often ramble on and on (usually to my husband, poor guy) about spoiled, ungrateful people who continue to raise spoiled, ungrateful children to follow this seemingly unending cyclical pattern. More often than not I wind up sound completely un-American and if this were the 1970's you'd probably assume I was one of those long-haired, grass-smoking hippies burning flags in public and harassing people outside Federal buildings. But it's so not true! I love this country. It's the people without any appreciation for what we have that drives me crazy. It's unfortunate that frivolous, wasteful people who have so much will never be able to fully appreciate it. There is always more to be had.
While I was in the Philippines once, I went to the market and saw a girl - no more than 4 years old - selling plastic bags to people who were shopping for food. My mother told me she would probably be the one to feed the family that day. A 4-year old girl! Selling plastic bags! The same ones we use 2 of for a couple of sodas so that we don't have to use both of our delicate arms to carry our stuff to the closely parked car.
It's usually a joke among my friends and me how fanatical I am about reusing things. "If you're ever mad at Krystal, "a friend once joked, "just use 5 bags to bag something at the grocery store, then ball them up and throw them in the trash can right in front of her". It's funny because it's totally true! But some people seriously do that, and if they had seen that little girl, I guarantee they would think twice about being so wasteful. I truly believe - at least I hope - that it isn't that people are apathetic toward the majority of those who don't have IPods or SUVs or even more than one pair of torn shoes. I hope it's simply a lack of awareness. I'm not even saying I wish people would give more - although we probably should, myself especially - I just wish that we as a society were more grateful and stopped assuming the world owes us something special. Mark Twain said it best when he said, "Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first."
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