How lucky can you get?

Today while on my walk to the car from my apartment door, I spotted a black cat out the window. Instantly, my mind is a hive of activity, reminding me of all the cliche's and superstitions associated with seeing a black cat. Needless to say, I entered the elevator thinking I was never going to see daylight again. Yes, I am a little over dramatic.

As the elevator reached basement level, I released a sigh of relief and continued on to my car. The way to the car was blocked.. By a man on a large ladder. Again, the mind kicks into gear.. "You can walk under that ladder, but with the black cat.. is that wise?" I squeeze past the other way.. All I need now to make this morning a complete luck disaster is to open an umbrella inside while I break a mirror!

To my amusement, I turned on the car to "How lucky can you get?" from the sultry lips of one Miss Barbara Striesand in Funny Girl.

What is the universe trying to tell me?

Have I been pricked?

I have been feeling rather deflated lately and there is alot of contributing factors. The main factor being the lack of sleep.

I simply do NOT sleep anymore. Its driving me insane. Gone are the days when I would get into bed at 10pm and blissfully sleep until 8am. These days I am lucky if I am sleeping by 2am, then I am back up at 7am for work and sometimes earlier. I know this is having an adverse affect on my body and health, but how do I fix it?

Even alcohol fails to knock me out these days!

I am rather amused by a quote from one of my good friends only a few years ago.. "Oh my god, you can fall asleep anywhere!" Is my body somehow telling me that I slept too much when I was younger and therefore I am not allowed the sleep that I want? Or am I just too busy to simply switch my brain to the off position?

There are many other factors that cause me to feel like I have been jabbed with a pin that has slowly leaked out all my energy. But I will not bore you with those details.. I will leave them till they go around in my head, keeping me awake for another few months before I let them out.

Its a vicious cycle.

Oyodododododidodoe!

Ok.. So I knew this blogging thing was going to be neglected sooner or later.. I didn't think it would be this soon! I guess this is why I will never have children. I would be the parent who says "I have this overwhelming feeling I have forgotten something.. OH SHIT! THE BABY!" But I have good reason for not finding the time to post.

For the past week, I have been immersed in the world that is the Hot Shoe Shuffle. I had the pleasure of being backstage for the show, helping with make-up, hair and quick changes for the tap dancing brothers. I have to say that I was completely blown away by these guys. Their feet move that fast that you can not tell how or where the sound is being made. Not to mention the tap trucks at the end of the show. A sequence of lined up platforms on which the boys quick dart across, back and forward, up and down. I was on the edge of my seat EVERY time!! Amazing.

Throw in a few after parties where "he slept with her" "She slept with him" "no they just slept" "Hes gay though", with awesome company and good friends and you have the perfect week and an awesome weekend.

I'm sad to see it go and I wasn't in the cast!

I returned to work today to talk about military grade fart protection blankets. I love my job.

Rats on the street seem to say its up to me!

There is hardly a morning goes by that I don't wake up singing. I love it so much that usually I don't stop singing until I swing my legs out of the car when I finally pull up to work, and even then the radio in my head continues to play me some Sondheim or LaChiusa.. This morning though, there was an exception.

I changed my alarm tone last night to "Good Morning Baltimore" from the hit musical Hairspray. So me being me, woke up and re enacted the whole opening scene from the movie. At one stage I even grabbed the can of hairspray off the bathroom vanity and sprayed it in time to the music.

It wasnt until I had finished the WHOLE song, that I thought, if someone knew about this they would either think I was A) Crazy or B) Extremely homosexual! After pondering this thought for a good 15 minutes making myself late and forcing myself into another internal battle between sanity and whatever is in between, I decided that my life would be easier as a musical. So I am a mix between A and B.. Lets face it, most musicals are a little crazy and or homosexual.. and if you know me, you know I am both.

Tracey Turnblad is my inner voice.. at least she only tells me to dance and sing.. and spray hairspray to the beat of the rythym of the night..

Oh dear.. I feel another song coming on..

Pauline! The New Musical!

So on Sunday night, my good friend Nathan and I decided to embark on a musical mission. A mission to write a new musical of Epic Proportions. At the moment our working title is "Pauline! The new musical!" but that is likely to change.

Its a satirical peice, Little bit of drama, lot of funny, helluva lot of toe-tappin' joy! Our story is about a family of loveable misfits (including gay guy with girl and cheezels and pet duck) and they move into Pauline's house, but it is haunted by racism and they have to expel the demon bitch's presence. There will be an exorcism tap number where they expel her presence through tapping their toes. Then BAM! Tap challenge!! Evil Spirit of the Racist Ranga's and the Family of Misfits.Meanwhile, the drama of gay boy's coming out will be juxtaposed by the exorcism of the demon. The house is a metaphor for the family drama and the duck will be utilised for comic relief.

Demon Pauline will sing a song called "White Australia, Right Australia" and the audience will throw tomatoes at her a la Shakespearean times. We also are incorporating an Agatha Christie style Mousetrap ending where we tell the audience to keep it cool and not reveal the big twist ending...don't know what that will be yet, but give us time.

Its coming.. Pauline! The New Musical will be amazing. Don't miss it.

Jumping head first into Blogging..

Well.. It has been a long time coming.. but I finally am heading into the wild world of blogging. I don't know who is going to read these, probably only my good friend Kenney, who is kinda the inspiration for me getting into blogging.

I am not sure how I feel about it all.. Its like I am jumping off a trampoline and diving head first into a thorny rose bush. There is upsides to it though.. Yes, the thorns will hurt. Yes, I might get a rare disease from infection on said thorns. But. The smell of the roses is amazing! I am a big fan of the smell of the roses.. and as the old saying goes, I always stop to take a smell.

I feel this blog will be a way to get my anger, angst, depression, frustration and all the rest I experience outta my system. But, I must tell you.. that I am deeply worried that I will become addicted to this and will not be able to go even one day without posting a blog!!

Meh, I always have more than enough stories to tell.

Stay tuned. Excitement and entertainment will most certainly prevail here.