Nathan and I puppy-sat for Becky and Joel this weekend while they were in Omaha visiting family. We had a great weekend with just us and Kodi, their fluffy white husky.
Friday night Mom, Lezlie, Nathan and I went to go see "The Wizard of Oz" at the Orpheum in Minneapolis. It wasn't a great show, but we had fun, and I got terrible blisters on the back of my heels from shoes I've worn a thousand times. It's a little strange, since they've never given me trouble before.
Saturday was an early morning, since mom and I had to be in Burnsville by 7:15 to coach volleyball. We picked up Starbucks on the way to keep us awake. Morgan and Kelly surprised us by coming to watch our team play, and Morgan stayed the whole day. It wasn't a great day for the team, but it was fun to see Morgan. I miss her lots these days.
Sunday night Nathan and I had a bonfire in the back yard. It was so fun just to snuggle up and talk for a couple of hours by the fire. After that we play Bananagrams and some card games. The best thing about this weekend is being able to play music or talk any time of the day without worrying about waking the neighbors.
We are going to head home in an hour or two here, because we have some things to do, but I don't really want to leave. We've both grown very attached to Kodi (I'm thinking of dog-napping him) and I like this house...particularly the fridge, which Becky stocked full of all sorts of delicious things for us.
Anyway, I'm going to go finish packing and fold some laundry. (we took advantage of the free washer and drier...we have to pay two dollars a load at our place) Love to you all!
Lissa Hoarn
Monday, March 29, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Seasons and Such
I'm sitting in bed, wrapped up nice and cozy in my snuggie (Don't mock me until you've cuddled in one), with the window open to let this spring-like breeze we are having in. I certainly hope this weather lasts...today, I actually wanted to go outside. Do you know how often that happens? It might as well be never.
In spite of the lovely warmth, I don't like spring for several reasons. Soon the snow will melt, and the trees will decide that they feel compelled to poop pollen everywhere. If you've ever met me, you know that pollen might as well be arsenic to my immune system.
I can't breathe for entire months at a time. My eyes look like I'm a meth addict. I eventually resort to making strange noises in an attempt to scratch my throat. It is very disturbing.
And then, as if that weren't bad enough (subjunctive mood, anyone?), spring decides to turn into summer. And summer is my absolute least favorite time of the year. Now, if I lived in California, in a nice beach house, I would love summer. But in the lovely state we call Minnesota, summer only means mosquitoes, humidity, and loads of people swimming in lakes and chlorine infested pools, both of which I'm allergic to.
If I had my way, we'd skip spring in Minnesota all together. A month of summer, nine months of fall. Why fall? Because fall is perfect. Colorful, brisk, but not freezing, and allergy free. Add it to a Manhattan sky line and we've achieved heaven on earth.
Add enough winter to cover Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year. Ba-boom! We've achieved a perfect climate.
Love to you all!
Lissa Hoarn
In spite of the lovely warmth, I don't like spring for several reasons. Soon the snow will melt, and the trees will decide that they feel compelled to poop pollen everywhere. If you've ever met me, you know that pollen might as well be arsenic to my immune system.
I can't breathe for entire months at a time. My eyes look like I'm a meth addict. I eventually resort to making strange noises in an attempt to scratch my throat. It is very disturbing.
And then, as if that weren't bad enough (subjunctive mood, anyone?), spring decides to turn into summer. And summer is my absolute least favorite time of the year. Now, if I lived in California, in a nice beach house, I would love summer. But in the lovely state we call Minnesota, summer only means mosquitoes, humidity, and loads of people swimming in lakes and chlorine infested pools, both of which I'm allergic to.
If I had my way, we'd skip spring in Minnesota all together. A month of summer, nine months of fall. Why fall? Because fall is perfect. Colorful, brisk, but not freezing, and allergy free. Add it to a Manhattan sky line and we've achieved heaven on earth.
Add enough winter to cover Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the New Year. Ba-boom! We've achieved a perfect climate.
Love to you all!
Lissa Hoarn
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
A Very Funny Video
So my sister Sheryl just sent me an email that said "Cody gets bored sometimes" and the following link.
http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/38kAsPU0n8eIY57L
I'm posting it here, because it needs some serious exposure. You'll notice it was the staff pick for this particular website. Please watch it...my stomach hurts from laughing.
Love to you all,
Lissa Hoarn
http://sendables.jibjab.com/view/38kAsPU0n8eIY57L
I'm posting it here, because it needs some serious exposure. You'll notice it was the staff pick for this particular website. Please watch it...my stomach hurts from laughing.
Love to you all,
Lissa Hoarn
Monday, February 22, 2010
Missing Him
Some lyrics from my favorite and least favorite song in "Working". It's a beautiful piece, with moving lyrics, and our director has staged it so beautifully. But I can't watch it, or listen to it, because I have to be on stage immediately after, and I can't very well go on sobbing. It doesn't help that the guy who sings it looks like a 20 year old version of my own father. I miss him every time I hear this song.
He was my hero then,
He couldn't do no wrong as far as I was concerned,
I thought he was the wisest, and the strongest, and the best of men,
The tables hadn't turned,
I hadn't learned,
How little time it takes,
Everybody breaks,
And daddies make mistakes.
Just thought I'd share that before going to sleep.
Love to all,
Lissa Hoarn
He was my hero then,
He couldn't do no wrong as far as I was concerned,
I thought he was the wisest, and the strongest, and the best of men,
The tables hadn't turned,
I hadn't learned,
How little time it takes,
Everybody breaks,
And daddies make mistakes.
Just thought I'd share that before going to sleep.
Love to all,
Lissa Hoarn
Rehearsal Blog
I have five minutes til places, so this may be a short blog. I promise (or nearly promise) a longer blog tomorrow...I know, I know, I've been slacking in the blogging department. In my defense, life has been CRAZY busy lately.
So I'm going to put in a shameless plug for the show I'm in right now, and tell every one (everyone in Minnesota, that is) to come see it! It's one of the best productions I've ever been in, and by far the most powerful. It is a collection (seamlessly integrated) of real life stories from people in the working class, from a CEO of a major corporation, to a housewife.
Hold on, I have to go onstage. Back in a jiff.
Ok I'm back. Not that you would have noticed if I'd left, since you are almost inevitably reading this in one sitting.
Anyway, the power in this musical lies in the truth of it. There's no magic, no fairy tales, except the magic and fairy tales that these people made for themselves. If you've read Stud Terkel's "Working" you know what I'm talking about. It's a powerful work.
There is one thing about this show my vanity doesn't like, and that is that every costume I wear (I have 4 of them) is completely and utterly shapeless. It makes sense for them to be shapeless, as my main role is a teacher in her 60s, then my subsequent roles include a housewife, a factory worker, and a cleaning woman. Well, they're not COMPLETELY shapeless...my butt looks good in my housewife jeans. But for the most part, they're worse than CLBS polo tops, which are something akin to a potato sack.
Yes, that bad.
I love you all, and hope to see this Thursday, Friday, or Saturday at the show! (If you are poor, Wednesday is a free preview. Call me for details...or facebook me.) Talk to you later!
Love,
Lissa HOarn
So I'm going to put in a shameless plug for the show I'm in right now, and tell every one (everyone in Minnesota, that is) to come see it! It's one of the best productions I've ever been in, and by far the most powerful. It is a collection (seamlessly integrated) of real life stories from people in the working class, from a CEO of a major corporation, to a housewife.
Hold on, I have to go onstage. Back in a jiff.
Ok I'm back. Not that you would have noticed if I'd left, since you are almost inevitably reading this in one sitting.
Anyway, the power in this musical lies in the truth of it. There's no magic, no fairy tales, except the magic and fairy tales that these people made for themselves. If you've read Stud Terkel's "Working" you know what I'm talking about. It's a powerful work.
There is one thing about this show my vanity doesn't like, and that is that every costume I wear (I have 4 of them) is completely and utterly shapeless. It makes sense for them to be shapeless, as my main role is a teacher in her 60s, then my subsequent roles include a housewife, a factory worker, and a cleaning woman. Well, they're not COMPLETELY shapeless...my butt looks good in my housewife jeans. But for the most part, they're worse than CLBS polo tops, which are something akin to a potato sack.
Yes, that bad.
I love you all, and hope to see this Thursday, Friday, or Saturday at the show! (If you are poor, Wednesday is a free preview. Call me for details...or facebook me.) Talk to you later!
Love,
Lissa HOarn
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Strange Habits
A quick blog while I'm supposed to be in chapel...
I have a new obsession. It's called "Online Shopping: The Pretend Edition". It goes something like this.
I go to a website filled with lovely things I would like to buy and wear (mostly shoes...mostly Christian Louboutin shoes. ) and then I spend a good deal of time picking out the ones I want and adding them to my cart. After I've compiled an extensive list of merchandise, I go view my cart and pretend that I'm debating whether or not to buy them, even though there is no debate at all. One pair of these shoes is almost a month's rent. Then, I "make" the "wise choice" and decide to hold off buying them until, oh, maybe next week. Next week, of course, I will simply repeat the same process.
Now my question is, is it a good thing that I can (for the most part) satisfy my shopping cravings without spending any money, or is that just pathetic? Maybe it has something to do with my insane imagination and intense thespianism. (I made that word up.)
Off to class now!
Love to all,
Lissa
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Back in the Hospital
Well, I'm sitting in a hospital room for about the gazillionth time in my life, but for once, I'm not the one in the sick bed. So how many of you freaked out when you saw my title for this blog? Hopefully I got at least a couple of you.
One of my best friends from school, Seoyon, went into the nurse's office yesterday with severe stomach pain. They sent her to the emergency room, and in a few hours was diagnosed with a bad case of appendicitis. Apparently they got her into surgery just in time. Seoyon is from Korea, and her parents currently live in Kazakhstan, so she has no family here. Luckily, Nathan was able to stay with her until I could get away from rehearsal and stay the night with her. They expect her to go home tomorrow morning, so pray that there are no complications! She's an amazingly strong person.
Being here made me so thankful for my mom and all those times she spent a whole WEEK in the hospital with me, not just two nights. When you're lying in pain, drugged up on morphine, you're only focused on getting better and going home. But sitting next to the bed, wondering what you can do to help, running on 3 hours of sleep is different. Trust me, it's nowhere near as painful as an appendectomy, but being here makes me shake my head at my wonder-woman mother and how patient she was all those times. Not only that, but she always had the clarity of mind to make good decisions, tell off inadequate nurses, and tell creepy doctors what's up.
Anyway, I'm going to go practice my monologue and song, since I'm missing rehearsal tonight.
Love to all,
Lissa Hoarn
One of my best friends from school, Seoyon, went into the nurse's office yesterday with severe stomach pain. They sent her to the emergency room, and in a few hours was diagnosed with a bad case of appendicitis. Apparently they got her into surgery just in time. Seoyon is from Korea, and her parents currently live in Kazakhstan, so she has no family here. Luckily, Nathan was able to stay with her until I could get away from rehearsal and stay the night with her. They expect her to go home tomorrow morning, so pray that there are no complications! She's an amazingly strong person.
Being here made me so thankful for my mom and all those times she spent a whole WEEK in the hospital with me, not just two nights. When you're lying in pain, drugged up on morphine, you're only focused on getting better and going home. But sitting next to the bed, wondering what you can do to help, running on 3 hours of sleep is different. Trust me, it's nowhere near as painful as an appendectomy, but being here makes me shake my head at my wonder-woman mother and how patient she was all those times. Not only that, but she always had the clarity of mind to make good decisions, tell off inadequate nurses, and tell creepy doctors what's up.
Anyway, I'm going to go practice my monologue and song, since I'm missing rehearsal tonight.
Love to all,
Lissa Hoarn
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