Today.

Today is a day to blog if there ever was a day to blog. Did you see Oprah today? Wow, the most amazing thing in the entire world. Epic. I can only imagine Idina at home watching this with the little one.

All of that The Way We Were and nothing about the deleted and most important scenes? That movie inspires me in so many ways.

I need that design book for when I get money. I should probably give it ti Idina for the Festival of Lights that is approaching, oh, along with that green girls are hot coozy I got from the coke factory. Ha. Still funny. Streisand and I just connect. She just makes sense. Amazing. I give myself too much credit, alas, I am insane. Do we need to mention the lengths I go to for good stories?

Life lessons.

If I have learned anything in my life, it is that the most unfortunate and tragic of cases get the farthest during celebrity interactions. Last week included.

Cut to me at Davis-Kidd booksellers, waiting patiently for my turn to meet Paula Dean. Moments in I realize how screwed I am. The child in front of me has a broken arm and, well, happens to have cancer. When it is my turn, let's just say I was brushed aside and pushed along to my exist. I am glad that child got her butter necklace, truly, no hard feelings girlfriend. But when is it my turn to get a decent picture and a butter necklace?

Do I have to chop off a limb to get any attention. Some direct eye contact would be a great success any more. I am moderatley attractive and look like I have my shit together so I get shit on instead. Well, I do not have my shit together and I am just as needy as the next red head with braces. Sigh.

I might only be crazy in my head, but my fanaticism should still count. I have feelings too celebrity world.

Just venting. Idina was as nice as she could be. Let's be honest, I look pretty sane. How was she supposed to know that I infiltrated security with a posse and tried to deliver her some her-themed cupcakes? She'll never know. Oh, I did harass her stage manager on facebook though. That's pretty crazy, right? That restraining order just might be coming my way after all.

The things I do for my blog. You are welcome my six loyal readers. Adieu.

Down.

I am here to announce that Atlanta has made me a thousand types of depressed. I think I need to check my blog, maybe this has something to do with my cycle. Honestly, after a day of walking around Atlanta and having fun with friends and eating good food, I top it off with Idina. We wait outside for an autograph (and hopefully a picture, but don't get me started on those UGA ladies) and it happened all quick-like and whatever. Sounds great, right?

Well, I was super down after that. I started realizing that my life is crap. I don't have the slightest idea what I want to do with it (other than be Elphaba in the movie version of Wicked) and I am just getting older and nothing practical comes to mind.

I think this all resonated so hard in ATL because Wicked is the musical that changed it all for me. Yes, I have always loved music and musicals. It has been my life since the day my mother forced me to fake sick from elementary school so we could watch Shirley Temple all day, since every Thanksgiving when Mariah Carey's Christmas blasted through the house way too early. I knew it was my life, but it never struck me as a lifestyle.

Until that fateful day, December 5, 2003, that is. We had walked through a blizzard in Central Park. Our class had been up since 5 in the morning doing hell knows what and we were all exhausted. We warmed up in FAO Schwartz and later took in some theater. For most of my class, it was a warm place and they ended up dozing off. (I would like to say NOT because of the musical, but because of the exhaustion, but who really knows.) I sat on the edge of my seat the entire time. We were as far away as you could possibly be, but I was in awe nonetheless. From that moment on, I knew that nothing else would really matter to me. Nothing else has.

It is all that I want, but all that I know I won't put myself in front of to do. For that, seeing Idina at the ripe old age of 23, well, it hurt this time. She knows who she is. She can laugh at her insecurities and admit they are there. She knows that nothing matters (career-wise) other than music and she never thought twice about it being a lofty dream. She made it happen. I just see no way of doing that for myself.

I don't have her talent, of course, so maybe that makes a difference. Who knows? It was just one of those days that made me realize how strange and confusing this world is. How someone becomes famous and how much of a burden they hold, without even realizing the magnitude to which it exists. It is strange.

Ever since my accident, I've lost a big part of myself. I used to know something great would happen to me. It was never a question. Now, I just laugh at that notion, that child who had that notion. I laugh, and I forget that she used to be me. I miss her some days.

Soooo... Currently heading back from Atlanta. No luck with the cupcakes. Pictures and further spy stories to come. Got her autograph but the picture went awry. She told me she would get a picture with me and these two college gals ( who I am sure k ow her only from Glee, which is fine. Whatever. Im not bitter. ) totally bogarted my shot. I did crazily have my had on her back for too long. Whoops. Too quick and I just went blank and couldn't say anything I wanted to say. Depressing. Maybe we will be besties next year. Ha. Did meet me a cute boy toy prospect at a second city party before Idina's convert. Long story. He wanted me.

New plan. Going to start filming myself singing songs from Wicked. I will put said videos on youtube and you followers will make those popular. My plan is to be Elphaba in the movie version. I think my story from rags to riches will be much better than if they just put Lea Michele in there. Sigh. I really just want to sing.

Pictures from the trip soon. Videos of me singing, most likely in my car, also soon.

Music.

Singing along to Idina whilst working out on the treadmill is not a good idea, but singing to Idina whilst doing chocolate work was a great idea. I was having so much trouble, but I turned on my Idina on shuffle and it made me feel at ease...

For a few minutes anyway! Then, the pressure was on! I am terrible at chocolate. I am so rusty. Hopefully tomorrow will prove a better day. Who knows if she will even see the cupcakes, but they are going to be so good! My part has to be semi-decent.

Ahhhh... three days! I cannot wait to go! Only four days until the concert! I cannot wait to see Idina in person again. Yay!

One week!

I cannot believe that I can sit here and say that I will be seeing Idina in one week! It has felt like an eternity of waiting.

In one week we will be in Atlanta, most likely in our hotel room, and Samantha will be putting the finishing touches on the cupcakes we will attempt to deliver to Idina. It probably will be a big failure, but atleast we can say we tried!

I am not mentally prepared to have my mind blown quite yet.

Oh, and after seeing Wicked, my mother wants to get a pappillon and name her Elphaba, Elphy for short obviously. She kind of loves the name and the show. I tried to explain to her the differene it makes seeing the show with Idina and Kristin. The story is amazing in and of itself, but not just any talented performers could have made that show the success that it was. Idina is just so perfect.

Oh mylanta... One week. I cannot believe it. Only 4 more days of boring work until the big day. Mentally flipping out a bit.

Two weeks...

So, by the way... in two weeks we will be headed to Atlanta to see Idina.

Oh yeah, and Wicked twice this weekend. That's the plan anyway. Wahoo.

Concert...

So, last night we had pizza and watched Rent. It was quite fitting because all yesterday I kept saying... "This time three weeks from now we are going to be on the road to Atlanta!" And the road trip will include a lot of Rent music.

Let's do some quick math. If yesterday was three weeks to the day that we will be heading to Atlanta, then three weeks from right now we will be eating dinner and mentally preparing to have our minds blown! I am going to be so excited this time in three weeks!

I have been trying to come up with the perfect thing to say, if I get to have her sign something after the show. I am sure it won't happen because most likely she will need to get to the baby, but just in case... I want to be prepared. I can't figure out what will make her love me. Sigh.

The outfit is a whole other issue. I am stressing... but SO EXCITED!!

Restored!

Good weekend and counting down for Idina and the return of George Glass. Four weeks is not too long at all. Sigh. Hope it flies. I missed Samantha's second house warming. I want the delicious garlic spread she has. I tried to buy the same thing with the same bagel chips but I got the wrong cheese spread. I was bummed.

Tv is good people. Idina needs to be on more tv. I think her characters should return on Glee and Private Practice. Sigh. I'm sleepy and ate Cheezits and chocolate milk for dinner. Being a babysitter is hard work. It's a good Saturday night though. Does that make me lame? Probably. Don't answer though.

Sleep.

I can't get to sleep because I made a poor decision and napped today while I was uploading my Idina footage to youtube. I decided I would look at said youtube footage ( in order to get the number of views up ) and I started down a path of many Idina videos. I watched her backstage at Wicked and some performances and then the final video which brought me to tears.

Tears because she is wonderful, but also tears because Rent stuff makes me emotional. It was a 48 hours special and Idina was 24. If you do not already know, I am 23. Ask me what I have done with my life? Not what she had I am sure.

I mean, she was singing weddings and working night clubs and making no money just to get her name out there. Do you know how brave that is? What a risk that is?

Sadly, I kind of get it, but not becuase I have taken any risks in my life. Not because I have chosen my one true passion and actually gone for it full force. Nope, not me. I am way too chicken to do that...

My friend was saying how everyone wants to be famous. Everyone is really talented, but not everyone can make it big. It is all about who you know and happening to be in the right place at the right time. Is that a reason not to try anyway? It kind of seems like it is. Well, it's what's stopping me.

Hopefully I will fall asleep soon. For now I am just going to channel Idina's spirit and drive. Maybe her talent a little bit too. I am just going to try not to tear up at my own lack of all those things. Seeing her close to my age really shook me. Stupid youtube.

phew.

It is amazing what one day will do for the spirit. Crisis averted. Head is in a much better space and five weeks might not be too terrible. Okay, so five weeks is pretty terrible.

I have a lot to look forward to on my weekends though. I might have been roped into a new babysitting adventure for this weekend. Yikes. Hopefully it goes a lot smoother than my last one. Well, hopefully the kids won't be as accident prone.

It is nice to be at peace with Idina. I am already trying to figure out what I am going to wear to the concert. Also, I will be posting the video on youtube. People need to see it. She rocked that song.

welllllll.

I am kind of in crisis mode with my life right now.

I went to see the movie It's Kind of a Funny Story and it was cute and I enjoyed it, but I left the movie all mad at the world of movies. The world in general.

Is the point on life to be in a relationship? It seems like that is the only topic for a movie. It feels like you aren't really living if you aren't interested in someone romantically. We have been dumped into these huge love stories since childhood. I wonder why life only feels worth it when you are in a relationship, but I don't have to wonder very long.

I am a typical girl. I am over emotional and I am insecure. I ruin all my relationships and dwell on the failures when I am single. I am sick of it. I want to just be happy. Yes, relationships make you feel good (movie worthy) for a while, but that high doesn't last. Erg. I am annoyed.

This is the most serious blog I have written.

Honestly, I haven't been this annoyed with life since I started this blog. When I dive into Idina, her music, her life, our fake friendship.... I really feel better. I don't feel so pathetic working a mindless job, living at home and single. I can put my happiness in other things. TV helps a lot.

I used to think it was pathetic, but these things do the exact opposite. They make me feel less pathetic. Less alone. Less crazy. It seems odd doesn't it?

I am going to stick to watching Pedro Almodovar films. American movies are just making me mad. TV shows give me the courtesy of making things seem a bit more complex. I appreciate a good messy break up, a massive freak out... NO, I would not like to see two people meet, fall in love and then credits. Sure they are in a mental institute. Yeah, that makes it seem messy, yet we still get a nice happy ending.

I just need November 12 to get here so I can have some fanatical joy. Need to be on the edge of my seat about something in life. Something that doesn't have the potential to destroy my spirit. Been there recently and done that as well.

Sorry for the whine fest. It will be the last, I hope.

Although...

I decided to take a hiatus, I happened to be feeling a bit on the sad/depressed side, so I google-newsed Ms. Idina. It did make me feel a bit better so maybe I am not completely done with this blogging business. Did anyone think I really was?

Two things: I found that Idina is going to be on an episode of Wonder pets. I saw the clip of her as the queen of hearts and it was delightful. Second thing is the clip of Taye on Ellen. He was gushing about Walker and what not. Very cute.

So I babysat for a three year old. I thought I wanted kids and I still do, but sheesh it is work. I got bit and he had an accident and he fell and wouldn't stop crying until his aunt (Samantha) got there. Stressful. How do people do it? Every time he ate I thought he was going to choke. Children are so fragile.

Mad props to Idina. Although I am sure she has help, I still understand how she may not have time to go to a fan blog and/or meet someone at a random bar in the city. Duh.

So stressed lately. Need to refocus and snap out of my funk. Bad.

WHAT...

Would Idina Do? I'll tell you one thing she Would NOT Do. Read my blog. You guessed it, folks. Yeah, so she is busy. Yeah, she has a kid and a husband and a voice and a life, but whatever.

I think I need a blog hiatus. I am devastated. I started a Twitter. Maybe that'll make me feel better. Probably not.

I need November 12 to get here. That is the only good thing I can foresee right now.

Terrible next 7 weeks.

Terrible. Work is boring. I don't even work that many hours which means I am not getting paid that much, but it is better than my alternatives I suppose. Sigh. Sigh. Double Dramatic Sigh.

Teleportation.

Idina is currently in Ohio. I wish I could teleport there for all three shows. Alas, I am heading to NYC to have my dreams crushed. Hopefully I will have fun until next Friday. And, who knows, maybe I'll bump into her somewhere randomly. It could happen.

I watched Private Practice last night. I like to support Idina's spouse as well. I think she would appreciate it. He was rather adorable playing basketball in a suit. It was the shoes that got me.

Wish me luck in the big apple. Also, wish me no muggins or assaults. And, hey, while your at it... wish me running into Idina. It couldn't hurt.

Brag.

I am going to brag for a second about my trip to DC. The trip where I saw Idina in concert. Yeah, that one.

If you have been following this here blog for some time, then you will remember said concert. You may also remember the fantabulous moment when Idina sang "What I did for Love" while Marvin Hamlisch played the piano. It was an incredible moment in my life.

Now, I will direct you to last night's episode of Glee. What, might you ask, was the last song of the episode? Oh, no biggy... Just "What I did for Love," but sung by Lea Michele.

I got mad respect for Lea. I do. I just want to say that it just didn't compare to Idina in DC. I mean, Marvin Hamlisch accompanied those insane pipes of hers. You just can't top a performance like that... you can't.

I did, however, slightly pee myself. Oh how I do love Glee. I haven't been so peeful since the episode where Idina sang Barbra.

OHHH! OHHH! Maybe I can somehow add my video of Dee's performance. It sounds amazing but it's nothing compared to hearing it with live ears. I keep wondering if that was just a treat or if it is done at all of her recent symphony shows I guess I will come to see in Atlanta! Oh, I need to ask for that day off work. I should probably wait until I get back from NYC and have worked a little more. It is just one day. If not, I will be forced to quit. The struggles of being an adult... Sigh.

NOTE: I attempted three times and the video would not upload. Curses.

Laser.

Laura, if you still read this... I pulled a Scott today. I got a greatest hits album on iTunes because the price was so overwhelmingly right. I was just going to buy a couple songs from The Smiths, but you know how I cannot resist an iTunes bargain.

Also, I offered to swirl at the new store on Friday night. I doubt Mar will take me up on the offer but it might impede on Salsa. I will get back to you.

I have decided to use this blog as my own personal Laura connection today. I hate that I can't text you sweet nothings all day. Get rid of that Zack Morris business. Pronto. There are just some things I cannot text your husband!

Anywho, on to Idina importantness. I am coming to terms with the fact that no one reads this blog and that Idina will never know how I feel about her. Does my blog come across as a bit too fanatical? Should I be glad she doesn't know about it?? I have so many questions. I can never tell if people understand the fine line that is my sense of humor.

Alas, I will never know.

Doodly Doo,

I was told today that I should be paid to blog. Do you hear that Idina? I keep saying it... when will you listen to my loyal fans?? I am up to five followers now. I am kind of a big deal on the intraweb, okay? Jump on that train lady!!!

Day one of actual work was a success. Add this to my qualifications Ms. Menzel... I can now make cold calls to strangers and type emails at a rather fast pace. You need me on your team. NEED.

Countdown NYC is approaching. I wish I planned on staying until Sunday so I could go to Dee's show on Saturday night. I am such a poor planner.

I would like to take this moment to point out that I have referred to one Idina Menzel in three (four if you count the most recent use of her full name) different ways. I like to switch it up in my blog. I'd hate for my readers to get bored.

It's official.

I have already failed. I missed a day of blogging. Since it was a weekend, I think I should be excuses Ms. Menzel. Thank you kindly.

I bought my tiny shampoo bottles today. I need to mentally pack. What would Idina pack? I'm glad I brought that up. I still have yet to pinpoint Idina's fashion. She ain't too glam, but she can rock a gown. I just don't know. Her street attire seems to be strictly jeans and tshirts. I approve. Is that the Mommy side of her or has she always been that way?

New project... I need to start chronicling Idina's fashion throughout the years. I'm talking everyday get ups as well as premieres/award shows. Google is going to love me over the next few weeks. Months even. How long does it take to chronicle a lifetime of fashion choices anyway? Time will tell.

Fail...

I have prepared myself for failure. I will not post an entry every day for the next two weeks. I am just trying to warn my faithful followers. I know... I know, you guys are tres disappointed. Apologies.

Busy weekend. That's right. Weekend. As in two whole days. Hip hip hooray.

Oh yeah and Idina is great. She sings great. I like that she sings. I like how she sings. Poker face is funny when she sings it. That about sums it up. Kinda.

I know....

I know this is the third blog in one day, but I just found myself sobbing.

I google newsed Idina like usual and I found out that I missed a free concert in NYC. She sang at Michael Kors fashion night out on the 10th.

I got to see the youtube of it and I teared up at the realization that Idina is way too flippin' busy to ever consider meeting a fan at a bar the night before she has to perform in New York.

I think I am on crack.

And, I didn't sob, okay? It was a small tear but it might as well have been a sob. I am even more crushed than I remember being an hour ago when I prepared myself to be disappointed.

We will always have DC Dee... and soon enough we will have Atlanta, my friend. SIGH.

She is really so good. Will blog tomorrow about how good though. I've had enough turmoil for one day. Flattery will only rub salt in my wounds.

note

to self...

Do not write a blog entry over cereal before going to work in the morning. I apologize to whomever chose to read that garbage. It was madness.

I got in with the cool smoker crowd at work today. I am really working my way up the social ladder at this place and I haven't even been there a week. I amaze myself some days. Truly.

Currently obsessed with... (other than one Idina Menzel)- Dexter. I love that serial killin' fool. I love Rita. I love everything about that stinkin' show. Netflix is about to be on Dexter Season 3 overload.

Cannot believe I have a weekend. A real weekend ahead of me.

I have so much to do before New York. I have a goal of at least one blog per day. I have tiny shampoo bottles to purchase. I mean, I already feel overwhelmed. Not to mention... I need to prepare my heart to be broken. Idina will not hear about my blog desperation. She will not come to meet me and I will be crushed. Consider myself prepared.

Let's be honest for a minute. Even if she did happen, on some off the wall miracle of a chance, to read this blog... the likeliness of her finding me charming is slim. Not many people understand me. It is far more likely that I will be served with a restraining order in all actuality.

OH MY. What if that does happen? All that money I spent on tickets to Atlanta will be wasted. I think I am about to have a panic attack. My chest is suddenly very tight... Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts, Morgan.

Funny... Did you hear that? Funny. Yeah, the guy said, "Honey, you're a funny girl."

Phew. All better. May Idina singing Streisand always give me strength.

I think I missed Sesame Street. There was no official date and I am certainly not going to tivo every episode. Is that show daily or weekly? Regardless... I will catch it on youtube.

Wherever Idina is... I hope she finds much comfort in the fact that she has one fan out there who finds a reason to occasionally blog about her (my) own fanliness. (Fanliness - not a word. Well blogger, it is now.)

New Job.

It has been a while since I've blogged about my life in regards to my thoughts about Idina and her life. I started the new job on Monday and I happen to be quite bored at the moment. Training is not thrilling. I get to start for real Monday. Um, yay.

It has come to my attention that my New York trip is fast approaching. I have not blogged enough. Idina will never come. Ha. I still get to see her in Atlanta. Yes, she will be performing and yes, there will be a ton of security but it will be like we are old friends having a reunion.

I can't wait to hear her new stories. I don't know if you (my three readers) know how funny she is. I hope I did her justice when I retold every story to you guys at work. I'm good, but I'm not Idina good.

News flash.... It just hit me. Who am I going to relay my Idina news to at work? Maybe one of these women is a closet Dee fan.

Oh, should I or shouldn't I bring my Wicked playbill to Atlanta? Definitely not going to bring it to New York. How would I explain that one? it is ridiculous. And that is coming from me. So, anyway... Sidestage Atl... Playbill signage? Too much? Hmf. I am going to clam up. What do you say to your idol? Ugh, they don't prepare you for this in college. It most likely won't happen, so I'm sure that's why they took it out of their curriculum. Duh. What was I thinking?

Honesty.

As a pillar of honesty I myself am willing to admit that yes I do google news the name Idina Menzel quite often. I happened upon a lovely photo session of Idina and Taye at an LA farmer's market with that adorable kid of theirs. The website, aptly named something like accidentallysexy, featured about 16 stalker worthy pics that I made notes on and color copied on my at home Idina print account through the local Kinkos. So precious.

Honestly, right now I am feeling bad that I did not blog about Walker on his first Birthday. Poor kid, I really let him down this time. Next year next year.

It is interesting to see photos of Idina and the fam on an exact date and then compare a day in the life to a day in my life. I need to go back and look at my blog on August 22nd, the day of aforementioned stalker shots... I believe I was in a hospital room blogging about an Idina song or something of the sort.

Basically, we lead exactly the same life.

When Dee was celebrating her sons first Birthday... I was having sushi with a girl friend? Or eating at my grandmas? Or working? It is possible that all or none of those scenarios could apply. I'm just saying... Such a mundane day in my life was such a joyous day in the life of my idol. I really have some evaluating to do.

A lot needs to change if this blog is going to be read by more than 3 people and if Idina is going to consider meeting me at Bar Nine in NYC. Sans Walker I'd hope. And with security or atleast a New York cabby for protection. Who knows what kind of condition I am gonna be in... Remember folks I am going to be homeless for a week. I think its gonna make me apprciate things or something? Or not... Won't know until I try.

Oh, Idina and Taye on Sesame Street. That deserves a whole blog in itself. All in time followers. All in time.

NYC.

So, I have no clue where I will be sleeping in NYC but I will still be at Bar Nine on October 1 Idina... Just might be looking rough and/or sleeping in the alley next to the place. No biggy. Not worried. Idina wouldn't be panicking right now. Of course not. She has her shiz together. Hmf.

I thoroughly enjoy that I have Labor Day off and I thoroughly enjoy that I only have two more days of my current job left. Every day that I continue to swirl solidifies that I made the proper life decision. Going to miss seeing my friends every day though.

I have no idea what to bring to the city in September clothes wise. I am really going to have to keep asking myself, "What would Idina do?" as I pack. It is pretty important that I have the proper attire if I am going to be sleeping on the streets.

Meet me...

Operation NYC commences. I urge all readers to humor me as I attempt to pull a Sleepless in Seattle.

I am urging Idina to meet my in NYC the night before her show on Long Island. I am going to be in New York, but I have decided not to spend a fortune on a third Idina ticket (a decision I am only too sure I will regret when I am 50.)

I will be at Bar Nine on Friday October 1. One month to rigorously campaign via my unread blog. Like I said folks, humor me...

Today,

Plans for Operation Idina NYC will have to be discussed later.

Today is not a day for daily quips reflecting my love of Idina. I am too sad to do much right now.

Tomorrow, the memorial for a close family friend.

YoLo...

I need to get some YoLo after work tomorrow. Dining with Monkeys wrote about it but I haven't read it yet. I bet the monkeys liked it. What kid wouldn't?

I hope we get tacos for lunch. Sushi Friday is out and cheese dip and tacos it is.

I am going to be so disappointed when I find out that Idina is one of those types that eats to live and doesn't live to eat like myself. I think it would be a deal breaker. Let's hope that doesn't happen. She just HAS to like food. Has to.

My day off today was lackluster. I did buy a plane ticket to New York. Going to see the brother and the sister and... Yeah. Sooo. Wooo!

I got a lecture from the Mom about my spending money on all of my traveling and shows (3rd row Idina in Atlanta. Ha) and yet I still constantly whine about not having any money and having to pay bills. Apparently my priorities are a little out of whack. Whoops.

Idina is singing Poker Face as I blog. This song is so absurd. Love to hear her say "bluffin' with my muffin." It's ridic.

Friday then Saturday... Then another day off. Counting down the days til cupcakes are out of my life. New job but keeping the old friends. They are the only reason I haven't thrown post-its all over the kitchen and peaced out. Oh yeah, and because that'd be rude and it would make for a bad recommendation. Is that okay to blog about? I'd never blog about you, Idina, when you hire me.

You can even throw a phone at me and I'd still wipe your ass after you take a shadoob in the morning!

Sad.

You can imagine my utter disappointment when I realized on my way to work that Samantha does not and never has worked on Tuesdays and therefore I would not be eating guacamole. The depression immediately set in once I came across the news and I began to wake up midway to work.

I even turned around in my neighborhood because I forgot the guacamole I was so looking forward to consuming.

Day was not all bad. We spoke about all the Mexican food we wished we were eating, so that was amusing.

Oh, and Laura and I went to Target on our lunch break. I was in search of a cheap air mattress for my prostitution ring I plan on setting up in the spare room at my friend's place... WHOA. Kidding. Calm down Samantha!

Idina would not be friends with me if I became a prostitute. That is pretty much the only thing stopping me. Don't you dare make a snide Maureen comment or I will revolt.

I wonder if Idina is allergic to anything. I should know this for when we eat brunches together. I don't want to pass her honey pecan butter for her corn muffin only to find out that she will pass out. I am NOT CPR certified. I should be though. I have seen enough ER to pretty much wing it. Good Samaritan laws will cover me if I break a rib. Or maybe I got confused during that finale of Seinfeld. It was some time ago. Sigh.

One of these days... someone will be able to rightly interpret my train of thought.

Until then I will continue to write my Idina blog and live a life mediocre at best.

Text.

Today I did not ask myself, "What would Idina do?" Instead, today, I told myself... Idina would NOT text and drive, so neither should you! ( That you is me talking to myself in my head and you the three readers that I have... though one of you is cell phone illiterate with your Zack Morris cell phone. No names. Laser.)
That is my Public Service Announcement of the year.

Two things: One... My Mom's surgeon has a team for Race for the Cure. My family is joining it. I think you should too. Or, you could sponsor me. I do not plan on running it or timing myself, but it is for a great cause and my whole family is doing it in Bev's honor (my mom). The team name is thRock Stars if you are interested...

Two... Orange gatorade does not taste good after brushing your teeth. Fyi. I'm doing you a favor...don't do it! Hear me Idina? Don't succumb to the pressures of your thirst after brushing your teeth!

You think Idina would sponsor me to walk the race? Or race with me? If only she knew me... Sigh.

Guacamole at work tomorrow. It is all that is keeping me going.

Third Surgery.

Today my Mom had to undergo her third surgery. Her body was rejecting the spacers so they needed to take them out. Today is also my sister's birthday. I totes forgot to say happy birthday. Idina would never have done something so rude. Never.

I did, however, babysit my sister's dog for her last night and pick her up Chikfila to eat for her birthday breakfast. Would Idina do that? Probably. Or her assistant would. Sigh. I need mez an assistant.

Oh, cutest thing ever! I had to pick my sister's pup up from my grandma's last night and as we were riding home I was playing Glee and Chloe was singing right along with me. I mean, I am definitely way more talented than a chihuahua but I kinda think she was attempting to upstage me. She was trying to get pretty loud. Rudeness.

Does Idina's dog sing with her and Taye? Ugh. So many questions. Not enough time to blog about them. I bet some of these questions have been addressed on her fan site. I just dont't have time to be the super fan I'd so love to be. I AM a member of her fan club though. I have never been a member of a fan club. I don't know how I feel about it...

recycling.

Does Idina recycle? I need to start. I am not even very good at eating leftovers. I waste so much food. Maybe I'll just start there... baby steps.

Ready for Salsa. There will be no leftovers from that dinner. I need guacamole. Speaking of guacamole, I bought some of that guac that comes in the crazy package that you have to squirt out. Weird, but delicious. I hope Idina isn't allergic to avocado. That just might be a deal breaker.

I need a hair cut. There really isn't enough hours in the day. Playing nurse/maid while having a job and attempting to occasionally see your friends does not a lot of free time make.

Again, why can I not get a job working for Idina's tour. I will pretty much do anything. Have I mentioned I've worked stuffing envelopes? I mean, I will do ANYTHING.

Food.

I only thought to myself "What would Idina do?" once today... Trying to decide what to eat in my fridge.

What does Idina like to eat anyway? She said she ate pasta before the DC show, but that tells me nothing. Sigh.

Surgery part dos.

Mom's surgery number two went well today. Not completely out of the woods but time will tell.

I listened to Idina Menzel radio on Pandora in the waiting room and I would just like to point out that there is not nearly enough actual Idina on the dang channel. Sigh.

Tomorrow is three months until atlanta. Needs to be sooner. I wish i could have a job that was solely to follow Idina on tour. I could clean her microphone. That job exists, right?

Cast...

We cast our musical version of Rent today. Samantha plays... mimi, joann, and mark. I play... maureen, benny and angel. Tim plays collins. Justin plays roger. BAM! Quite the ensemble. Laura is really going to enjoy this...

Got hushed today at work. I was singing along with Idina's version of Funny Girl playing in my head, when out of nowhere one of the girls up front yells... "Morgan! Shhhh." I hate to hear the word SHHHH. Especially when I am in the middle of doing a pretty dang good job entertaining the world with my mad skillz. Rude.

Samantha lent me her Rent book. It is pretty amazing. I have to learn all of my lines for the 12th. Over the Moon is going to be a struggle. I hope Laura moos with me. I hope other people read this, because if not then this entire entry is directed at the only 3 people who read this here blog and they already know everything I am saying.

I am obsessed with my Pandora app on my phone. There is a Glee cast channel that has Idina's defying gravity on quite often. Not to mention a whole Idina channel. A whole Barbra channel. A Joni Mitchell channel. It is nuts.

Little fact of the day. I may or may not have recorded myself singing Defying Gravity while I was driving home today. Don't worry, I had my eyes on the road the whole time... but yes it happened. I immediately deleted all evidence. Next... Funny Girl. I might even post it on Youtube. HA. Probabaly not.

New phone...

This is my first entry from my new phone. Excuse the misspellings. I'm listening to Rent right now. My phone is on shuffle so I get a lot of Idina goodness. Reminds me of last night. Coming home from dinner I blasted la vie boheme and sang it all... It really made me feel better. I was surprised.

August 12th will be exactly three months until Idina in Atlanta so... A Rent viewing party is definitely in order. I wish I was a seamstress so I could make us costumes.

morning.

I woke up this morning with pillow fluff all up in my hair. My pillow has been destroyed along with my dignity. Yeah, so I am kind of a drama queen, I'll give you that... but I think I also make a little bit of sense. Maybe I don't.

Dumb story, not worth talking about, but when it rains... it pours. It's just how my life works.

Honestly, the only thing that is keeping me from thinking about all the crap that I could be and kind of am dwelling on is my make believe friendship with Idina. I think about what I am going to say to her when and if I meet her and it kind of makes me feel a little bit better. No less crazy, but better. I don't have to think about how embarrassing my life really is...

Don't rain on my parade with talk of how the only thing keeping me sane is my insanity, because that is just rude. Rude I tell you.

House work and a doctor's appointment with my mom today. A doctor's appointment that we have already been told we are going to have to wait a really long time.

Still listening to Joni Mitchell on headphones in my room. Still playing Wicked in my car. Still feeling overwhelmingly crappy.

Goal today: be less dependent on my phone for self-preservation... and, as always, think "What would Idina do?" atleast three times today.

I need to find out how she gets to feeling better when she is down. I don't have a husband or a baby to make me feel good about myself, but maybe she has some other pointers. The only thing that is helping me these days is friends, food and delusions.

Well...

Today we listened to the Glee and the Idina versions of Defying Gravity... I was all confused about what a high F was, so Tim got out his piano on his iPhone. I have no concept of music notes having anything to do with singing, so I had to hear both versions. I figured it out. I was just confused because the versions are so different and the note is on different words.

I am pretty sure I can hit a high F. I mean, if a piano can do it... I am sure I can figure it out.

Getting prepared for Atlanta. Samantha and I have the plan down. I am pretty pumped that a continental breakfast is involved. I hope there are waffles.

I am trying to think of what to wear. I wanted to wear the same thing as I wore to DC, but I realized that a November indoor concert will be quite different from a summer outdoor concert. Ugh, I think I am going to have to set aside money for a new outfit.

I was told that I repeat things and say it a lot louder and more exaggerated the second time. Rude, RUDE I tell you. I am noticing that I DO IT A LOT! I am annoying. Being called a female Jim Carrey today was not the highlight of my day...

whipping boy.

I am not sure what it is about my personality that enables me to become the whipping boy in all departments of my life. I need to fix it quick. Had a terrible night last night. Terrible. If it wasn't for my brother I am not sure I would have been able to handle it.

I had to ask myself several times... "What would Idina do?"

I could not answer my own question. I cannot even fathom that she has to deal with anything remotely similar. I need to adopt a stronger, less "walk all over me" stride. Idina has that going for her. She is definitely not Streisand strong, but I think she has the perfect balance. I need that balance.

Oi.

Just realized that since the only people who read this here blog are people at work, I should probably stick to not talking about bad days at work. Ha.

Bad day at home. I feel useless. They basically think I am doing nothing to help. I pissed everyone off because I wanted to sit down and eat a snack for a couple of minutes after getting home from an 8 hour work day on my feet. Sigh. Still feel pretty crappy.

I feel like the Emma Thompson character in Love Actually today. I am listening to Joni Mitchell like crazy. Not sure if she is helping or making it worse, but I really don't care at this point.

Realized I never told my funny computer background story on here. So, a friend of mine was over at my house and he needed to plug his phone in my computer to charge it. I had to preface the whole thing by saying... "Don't judge me." He laughed out loud when he saw that my background was a picture of Idina and Taye. Classic me. Not embarrassing at alllll.

I thought about watching the Bachelorette because Idina said she and Taye watch it... but I can't bring myself to do it. I know, for a fact, that I would love it, but I don't have time to get invested in a reality show at this venture in my life. Not sure what I am going to talk to her about when I meet her now though?? Something that doesn't make me sound crazy. Gonna be a tough one.

Whoopsy...

I feel like I need to write double the Idina for today because... I missed yesterday. I was too tired to write an entry. When you are too tired to write a life entry that coincides with your random thoughts about Idina, that is when you know something ain't right.

Two things... Pistachio pudding is a very good Elphaba green. And, roughly 3.5 months until Atlanta. Hopefully that time will fly.

I listened to Wicked in my car today. I have random cd's in my player and it was interesting going from Wicked and kinda tearing up before I walked into work because apparently the song "For Good" makes me sad... and then listening to Rob Jungklas' new cd which is kind of dark in its own. I wouldn't think the two things would fit together in one days regiment of music, but it worked for the mood I have been in lately. Things aren't happy times people.

I miss singing Streisand and having fun at work. Sigh.

I will have to keep singin' in my head and maybe it'll pick up my spirits. Best time I had today was spending an hour in the box closet...

Anywho! Getting in one more Idina tid bit while I have the chance. I must know if she redeemed herself in front of Obama when she sang for him at the White House. Hopefully she will mention something in Atlanta. That story made me laugh. "I'm pregnant!" HA! I've told it to pretty much anyone who will listen.

The cutest thing happened a second ago. I was making my sister listen to Idina's version of Funny Girl down stairs over breakfast and my cat (pictured) came running down the stairs at the sound of her voice! She sat in one of the chairs around the table and listened until the song was over and then ran along. I just about died! My cat and I have the same taste in music! I love it...

Funny Girl.

I have been needing some Barbra as of late. I am watching Funny Girl as I type. Opening words... "Hello, Gorgeous." Best first line of a movie ever. Ever. Barbra is phenomenal. I can't think about Funny Girl these days without hearing Idina's version from Glee. Theatricality is one thing. Barbra is on a whole other planet. Idina did it justice. Did it more than justice really.

I can't help but be a little disappointed in our mutual idol. When I hear Idina's story about singing at the Kennedy Center Honors and what Ms. Streisand said to her after singing "Don't rain on my Parade," I get sad a bit. I don't necessarily have a problem with the words, but more how she was so floored with Beyonce the whole flipping time. Beyonce isn't all that and a bag of fritos, but she is hip. It is just surprising. Felt a little like the disappointment I felt when I watched Julie and Julia. Ugh! That is a whole other story.

Ok, this movie has a way of making me smile at any given moment. Barbra does that to me. That is why she is the background on my cellphone. It brings me peace.

I'd like to see what Barbra would say about my rendition of "Don't rain on my Parade." HA! I really need to erase that from internet history. It is still on there somewhere. Embarrassing.

I should either erase it, orrrrrr start my grand idea of filming myself singing a crap ton of Streisand song a cappella. Pretty sure erasing the original would be the best plan. It didn't get me anywhere... Sad Face.

thoughts 2

Mom is doing well. She only said one funny thing coming off the anesthesia. I was feeding her ice chips and she said, "I'm like a baby bird." She was opening her mouth and shutting it. Adorable! Idina song of the day... Gorgeous. I keep thinkin about her performance of it in DC. I think that is the song she sang before she talked about her mother. Maybe not. Today is just reminding me of it. Home soon I hope. Work tomorrow. Wish I could just stay with my mom and sister for a couple weeks. Hmf.

surgery...

My mom is getting both of her breasts removed today... Currently in a waiting room sitting in a massage chair while the mom is getting dye injected into her. It is cold and I am wearing my Idina shirt. It brings good juju. I wore it to my sister's prcedure in Nashville. Great success.

Birthday Thoughts...

Today is my Birthday. I have some thoughts that may or may not pertain to Idina.

I got tickets to the Atlanta show. I need to go. I hope to go. I must go. I will just have to make it work.

Awesome birthday presents this year. Including but not limited to: a few of Morgan's favorite things displayed in cookie. (Attached picture is just a sample of Samantha's insane talent.)

I was watching some video from the D.C. show. I was thinking about how amazing it was to see Idina sing with Marvin Hamlisch on the piano. She sang a Marvin Hamlisch song. I am surprised I didn't pee myself. I probably would have if it wasn't so hot and if I wasn't so dehydrated.

I am very annoyed that Idina's name keeps getting a red squiggly underneath it. It is not misspelled! It is throwing me off. Why is she not included in the dictionary yet? Hmf.

And Idina looked good in her blue dress. I wish she could wear green without people thinking she is channeling Elphaba. Dark hair looks good in green.

Tomorrow.

OH! Forgot to mention... Tomorrow is my Birthday and I have to work. Sigh.

Tomorrow, aside from being my birthday, is also the day that Idina's Atlanta pre-sale tickets go on sale. WOOT! Too bad I will be at work, but I am thinking I will get my mom to get online and buy them for me. Or my sister. Or Emily. I got options.

Get yours too!! But I will be mad if they are better than mine! Very mad!

Today Number One

Today was a pretty crappy day. I thought to myself a few times... "What would Idina do?" I wanted to quit my job, and I thought Idina probably would if she was me.

So, I considered it for a bit, but I came to the realization that Idina's life has probably been changed a lot since the baby came. She wouldn't just quit. She has a baby to take care of...

Speaking of her baby. I am so glad that someone finally had the balls to name their kid Walker. That Texas Ranger has seriously destroyed that adorable name. Now I have a good image instead of a pathetic one when I think of the name.

I think a lot about what I will name my future kids. Right now I am thinking of Evelyn. Not sure what I will name a boy. Maybe Chuck Norris?

The reason for this blog...

I recently traveled to Washington, D.C from my home in Memphis, TN in order to see Idina Menzel perform at the Wolf Trap. I had quite the trip. I came home, got to work and decided that I was going to blog about all the times I think to myself, "What would Idina do? What would Idina think?" etc. I am literally that crazy. Literally.

Here is my adventure to D.C. as posted on my fan page at IdinaMenzel.com (don't judge)-

Sooo... I travel all the way from Tennessee to Washington, D.C. to visit some friends but really to see Idina live in concert. I had never been to D.C. and had never seen Idina perform solo, so I just had to go. I bought two tickets and then a plane ticket and off I went for a weekend getaway. This whole thing was a birthday present to myself. I have been working hard and saving money and I thought I deserved a treat.

Basically, I had the best trip of my soon to be 23 years of life. I did all of the touristy things with two of my friends and then the night of the show came. I was to go solo because both of my friends in D.C. had boyfriends that were currently holding precedent over me. Andy was whisked away to Florida and Glyn just wanted to hang with her Navy boy. Understandable, but I was to ride the metro out to Virginia alone.

I leave an hour and fifteen minutes early thinking that it would be plenty of time to make it to the show. I was horribly mistaken. The red line was out to get me. It was only running on one track, so I was forced to go way out of my way to get to the orange line, waiting 15 minutes at every transfer station on the way.

I was a mess. I ran into someone I had met a few nights before and he told me I was screwed and that I should go to dinner with him and his friends instead. NO WAY! If I made it in time to hear one song it would be worth it.

I finally arrive to the West Falls Church stop and realize that the shuttle to the Wolf Trap stopped running when the concert started. Which was an hour previous to my arrival. I am running frantic (have I mentioned that I did not eat dinner?) my heart is racing and I feel like crying hysterically. I finally find a cab and the man takes his sweet time getting me to the venue.

I was certain he was taking me somewhere to murder me because my face just screamed "tourist who knows nothing about anything in the state of Virginia." I just wanted to yell at him... "Drive faster!!! You can murder me after the concert... Just let me see Idina sing one bloody song would ya?"

I pay for my twenty dollar cab after I yell at him to just drop me off at the street. I see a lady and I ask her to point me in the direction of the Filene Center. She tells me "Right up that hill..."

I look up the hill and start to sprint. I am pretty sure I have never ran that fast in my life. I get to the top and see people leaving. I just know that the show is over and I have missed everything. Fighting back tears, I yell to the fist person I see, "Is she done? Is it over?"

With a confused look the lady asks me what I am talking about. Through panting breaths of air I ask, "Did I miss Idina sing?" She tells me the best news I have heard in some time. "She hasn't even come on yet."

Thinking to myself... "There is a God!" I run into the venue and frantically find my seat. Being from the South I talk to everyone who will listen and I tell my stories to the people around me. I helped a woman by allowing her to see the concert seated next to her husband because my extra ticket was not in use. I am sure my annoying edge of seat behavior was price enough to pay for that.

The two young ladies on the other side of me thought I was quite the character. "A kid in a candy store" is what they called me. These upstanding citizens saved my butt and gave me a ride into the city actually.

The only thing I wish I could have done is taken a picture with Idina. I wanted to stand in line with the rest of the crazies, but getting back to the city in one piece was holding a greater importance. Perhaps I will go to Atlanta and I will be able to see her again??

The concert was incredible. I was so close that I could see the creases in her arm glisten from sweat (strange imagery, I know.) I have horrible luck on most occasions, but in D.C. luck was on my side. Best Birthday Present Ever! Next time I am determined to get a picture with her. Honestly... I was super sweaty and my high-waisted shorts and my crazy looking hat would not have been that great of a picture.