As I logged into my computer tonight it went to a site called vegetables. Yes, there are MANY MANY books on planting and my hubby is very excited for this years garden. My how times change.
I then started to reflect after watching my DVD inspired colection of TV shows.
Ok so this may age me at the tender age of 29 (again) but there was a show called "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous". I wonder where my "gene" came from and it really was my Dad.
We were watching the show on our colorful 90x80 Box TV barely out of the dial and the show came on. The feature segment was talking about AADA East and AADA West and there it came. I do realize that my Dad liked to poke me. You never will, you need to exercise, your not really that good and my favorite...we don't want to come watch you to see you loose. Insert therapy here.
So he dared me to audition. I was 18 and had done a "modeling school" at the ripe height of 5'5 but they had no problem feeding the dream. It along with my Dad, so I auditioned. It was probably one of the scariest moments for many reasons. First, it just was and the second was that the audition was in this old amazing house and Kathy who was my first audition was just scary in a militant kind of way.
I went through with it and just figured it wasn't going to happen.
Weeks passed, heck episodes passed and NOTHING. Cricket, Cricket.
The one day when I really didn't believe, I received a thin letter in the mail. Thin by most college standards is just not good. (in paper only)
I opened, took a breathe and there it was. I was accepted to the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in Pasadena California.
I played my latest soundtrack of Flashdance on cassette and a few weeks later I packed up my Ford Escort Wagon (yes wagon) and off I drove from Florida to California at 18. I did also travel with my pink bunny.
Dare to dream
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