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.