For those of you who doubted that piracy and love of literature ran in my family... ;)
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
paper bag skits
Saturday, September 25, 2010...Cape Cod.
On the last night of our YG's fall retreat to Cape Cod we do something called "Paper Bag Skits" where we are given a genre, a list of props that MUST be used, and are set free into small groups to see what sort of theatrical creativeness we can jam into 5 minutes or less. Mostly we find a basic plot line, and improv the rest...we're pretty big on improv.
Normally I load all these on FB, but it is giving me grief today, so I thought I'd share a little of our fun with you her in the land of Blogs... enjoy :)
Monday, September 20, 2010
what do you do with a drunken sailor?
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
As all of you should know, yesterday - September 19 - was National Talk Like A Pirate day. One of my most favoritest days of the whole year...arrrrgh!
My interest in piracy began at a young age. I had a love for swords, the ocean, worn out clothes, adventures, hammocks, and floppy hats, not to mention root beer.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
The first time I met Bella, I didn't realize she was a pirate like me. It was upon our reunion that we discovered that one similarity. We had a plan. Live on a boat, find us a couple buccaneers and have us a double wedding on my tennis court...
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char, inflame and ignite, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
...we still have yet to find ourselves some pirate menfolk...
We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Well, we did find some pirate menfolk, many in fact, while the two of us were perambulating in our Pirate garb, at the CT Renaissance fair...but they were...really bad eggs...
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Pirates of the Carribean..ALL. THREE.
Treasure Island - with the muppets :)
Peter Pan...
and The Goonies, cause that's a classic.
I wanted to share a couple of my favorite children's books with you as well.
Pirate Girl, By Cornelia Funke , cracks me up every time. It's about this awesome girl named Molly, who get's captured by unsuspecting pirates, and is saved by the notorious Barberous Bertha.
Pirate Girl, By Cornelia Funke , cracks me up every time. It's about this awesome girl named Molly, who get's captured by unsuspecting pirates, and is saved by the notorious Barberous Bertha.
And there's this one, about a wee lad who helps blundering pirates who are not very good at map reading skills, and how he runs away with them to live a pirate's life......because, you want to celebrate piracy, and I know you do, you need to be able to talk like one, savvy?
And I shall leave you with a wonderful poem on this wonderfl subject:
Captain Hook must remember
Not to scratch his toes.
Captain Hook must watch out
And never pick his nose.
Captain Hook must be gentle
When he shakes your hand.
Captain Hook must be careful
Openin' sardine cans
And playing tag and puring tea
And turnin' pages of his book.
Lots of folks I'm glad I aint -
But mostly Captain Hook!
Shel Silverstein.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Running with scissors
"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."
Those were some of the words running through my head when I woke up the morning of December 15, 2009. I got up, put on black clothes (not knowing how sick of them I would get), and tried to eat something before I got into my father's car. We traveled about 20 minutes, passing over the Connecticut river and getting a magnificent view of Hartford's sunrise silhouette and arriving at our destination about 10 minutes earlier than planned. Finally, 8:30 rolled around. I took a deep breath, said goodbye to my dad, and stepped out of the car.
That was where it all started.
It's been 9 months since I first walked into that building, carrying nothing but a notebook and paper mate pen, and having hardly any knowledge of hair. Tomorrow, I walk into IIC with a head held high - and carrying about 50+ lbs. more than a notebook and pen. Tomorrow...
I. Am. SENIOR!
I am now over 1050 hours and will be doing practicals for the next 5 weeks. After that I will start studying for *dundundun* STATE BOARDS!!! They'll lock us in a room for six weeks and we'll study till our brains fall out.... Ok, maybe they won't lock us in a room. And maybe my brains won't fall out, but you never know, right? The point is: the end is near! I may have thought graduating high school and starting at IIC was the beginning of the adventure. No. It's part of the journey, definitely, but it was only training. Conditioning for all the exciting and very unusual experiences ahead. No my friends. This was just a taste, the real adventure begins when I take the state boards, and walk out of IIC knowing that I'm done, and hoping that I'm' ready for what comes next. I am chomping at the bit, and ready to run...with scissors in hand of course. ;)
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