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I got a new Tomagotchi connection ver. 4.5 and it rules. His name is Jose and he eats sushi and I love him.
The first music group that I ever really got into was Quiet Riot. The Metal Health album had a guy in a stright jacket and an iron mask on it, and you could acctully buy the masks for Halloween. This was when I was in fifth grade. For a short time, they were extremely popular. I remember shopping with my mom in Macomb Mall at there was a t-shirt kiosk kind of place, one of those shops in the middle of the floor. Now I never really paid much attention clothing, but I did want to be cool and of course had not clue how to be. But I did want the Quiet Riot shirt. And I remember the guy working it had long hair was looked a burn out type, and being the dork I was I felt inferior and a little threatened by people like that. But he was so cool and nice to me, and really made me feel good about myself if only for a short time. He made me feel like I was good enough to hang with someone like him.
But back to Quiet Riot, the Metal Health album ruled!!!! The songs Metal Health and Cum on Feel the Noize are still among my favorites. And I really am not a big metal fan, and certainly was not back then. Those songs are just that good. The lead singer Kevin DuBrow has now passed. It has not been confirmed but it looks like suicide. It is too bad that he could not know that because of his music a dorky insecure kid felt cool for a little while.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Stories from the campfire
Another camp story.
I went down to the registration for the campers for the second week. And one of the first campers to show up was an 11 year old girl that we will call "Jane". Jane was quite a tomboy, and it was clear that she was influenced very little by other people. It was also clear that she was probably not a very east child to raise, so I liked her right away.
I kept an eye on her as the week progressed, and it was CLEAR she was her own person. She shared with everybody that her mother gave up custody to her grandparents, but kept custody on her siblings.
The camp nurse stayed in her cabin. On Tuesday night Jane said to her "You are the oldest person in our cabin." The nurse replied "How can you tell?" and Jane said "Because your skin is all wrinkley and hangs off your face." Now, Jane knew exactly what she was saying, and said it because she knew she could get away with it. FREAKIN' SWEET!!
On Thursday we had a group of volunteers come in and work a beauty shop. They do the girls hair and make and there is nice dresses they can wear for the evening. I saw Jane and her counselor as I was walking and she had a dress on and make up and her hair was done. So I said "Jane, you look so beautiful!" and her counselor told me not to say that of she would take it off. So I then said "Jane, this look just is not working for you." and she laughed. I went into the beauty shop and talked to the woman who did her make-up and Jane told her that she wanted to look like a dead bride. I thought to myself, with a foundation like this, under my tutelage I can do nothing but great things with this girl.
On that Friday during our last meal, after she ate she went to the side room and was scrubbing the floor. I talked to her and she said that she felt God had told her to clean the room. She also said she hates cleaning. I want to adopt her.
As she was leaving I told her that I was a lot like her, and she was created as God wants her to be and not to let people change her.
I went down to the registration for the campers for the second week. And one of the first campers to show up was an 11 year old girl that we will call "Jane". Jane was quite a tomboy, and it was clear that she was influenced very little by other people. It was also clear that she was probably not a very east child to raise, so I liked her right away.
I kept an eye on her as the week progressed, and it was CLEAR she was her own person. She shared with everybody that her mother gave up custody to her grandparents, but kept custody on her siblings.
The camp nurse stayed in her cabin. On Tuesday night Jane said to her "You are the oldest person in our cabin." The nurse replied "How can you tell?" and Jane said "Because your skin is all wrinkley and hangs off your face." Now, Jane knew exactly what she was saying, and said it because she knew she could get away with it. FREAKIN' SWEET!!
On Thursday we had a group of volunteers come in and work a beauty shop. They do the girls hair and make and there is nice dresses they can wear for the evening. I saw Jane and her counselor as I was walking and she had a dress on and make up and her hair was done. So I said "Jane, you look so beautiful!" and her counselor told me not to say that of she would take it off. So I then said "Jane, this look just is not working for you." and she laughed. I went into the beauty shop and talked to the woman who did her make-up and Jane told her that she wanted to look like a dead bride. I thought to myself, with a foundation like this, under my tutelage I can do nothing but great things with this girl.
On that Friday during our last meal, after she ate she went to the side room and was scrubbing the floor. I talked to her and she said that she felt God had told her to clean the room. She also said she hates cleaning. I want to adopt her.
As she was leaving I told her that I was a lot like her, and she was created as God wants her to be and not to let people change her.
save the drama!!!
I was at Champions for Life Kids Camp 07/15/07 – 07/27/07. Every year this is my favorite week of the year and this year we went to two weeks and it was wonderful. Champions for Life Kids Camp is a camp for foster children, most of which, if not all, are abuse survivors. I was a little afraid that with me being on a walker and not being a counselor I would not have a great experience there this year, but I did.
Anyone who has done any type of live theatre knows of the relationship between the actors and the audience. You cannot really define it, but it is there. Be it drama or comedy, as an actor you can "feel" the relationship between yourself and the audience and know how well the audience is receiving what you are portraying.
I was told I would be acting at the camp. I was greatly enthused to hear this. I usually do act at the camp, but with a walker I thought it was a forgone conclusion that this year I would not be. We were going to tell the story of Daniel. Mike is responsible for the writing of the dramas, and we sit together and write them usually hours before they have to be preformed. Mike has a brilliant mind for children's comedy. To most people's surprise, I am usually the one that writes the more serous stuff. In general when we writhe, he does 90% of the writing, he bounces ideas off me, which I almost always agree with, and every now and then I come up with a joke or idea.
Each night the dramas are portrayed in 3 small acts, each act about 4-8 minuets. In-between the acts Pat Carlson speaks and does object lessons geared for children. She is wonderful, and although theatre is not her forte per se, she knows the in and outs of theatre well.
Monday's dramas went VERY well, but on Tuesday I did not think they went well. I told this to Mike and he said not to say this out load again, as the actors were there and he did not want them discouraged.
Well, Mike could only be there the first week, the second week I would be responsible for the dramas. The third act in that Monday's drama was bad. The "relationship" between the audience and the actors' was not there. I could not figure out why as we did the EXACT same thing the previous Monday and it was gangbusters. So afterwards I was going to ask Pat Carlson about it and asked her if she had a moment but she did not. So I asked someone else in the room what they thought had happened, why such a different "feel" when we were doing the exact same drama. Pat Carlson overheard my question and told me not to assume that different groups of children need to hear the same thing. She said that I knew the voice of God, and to pray about the next days dramas, and rewrite it if I feel God wants me too.
This was a hard word. First off, I really should have been praying about the dramas' to begin with!!! Secondly, as the Tuesday's drama really did not work the previous week, this put me in a position of proving I had heard from God. If it went as bad as it did the week before, I surely had not.
I prayed, and felt like God wanted me to communicate to the children that God is with them, even though they are sometimes scared. So I rewrote parts of that night's drama and made it a little more serious. Afterward Pastor Terry came up to me and told me he felt that the drama was God inspired.
When writing drama for church I so often go for dramatic effect, and fail to balance it out with the ministry it is supposed to provide. This was a good lesson for me, to remind me to seek what God would have me communicate in a drama.
Anyone who has done any type of live theatre knows of the relationship between the actors and the audience. You cannot really define it, but it is there. Be it drama or comedy, as an actor you can "feel" the relationship between yourself and the audience and know how well the audience is receiving what you are portraying.
I was told I would be acting at the camp. I was greatly enthused to hear this. I usually do act at the camp, but with a walker I thought it was a forgone conclusion that this year I would not be. We were going to tell the story of Daniel. Mike is responsible for the writing of the dramas, and we sit together and write them usually hours before they have to be preformed. Mike has a brilliant mind for children's comedy. To most people's surprise, I am usually the one that writes the more serous stuff. In general when we writhe, he does 90% of the writing, he bounces ideas off me, which I almost always agree with, and every now and then I come up with a joke or idea.
Each night the dramas are portrayed in 3 small acts, each act about 4-8 minuets. In-between the acts Pat Carlson speaks and does object lessons geared for children. She is wonderful, and although theatre is not her forte per se, she knows the in and outs of theatre well.
Monday's dramas went VERY well, but on Tuesday I did not think they went well. I told this to Mike and he said not to say this out load again, as the actors were there and he did not want them discouraged.
Well, Mike could only be there the first week, the second week I would be responsible for the dramas. The third act in that Monday's drama was bad. The "relationship" between the audience and the actors' was not there. I could not figure out why as we did the EXACT same thing the previous Monday and it was gangbusters. So afterwards I was going to ask Pat Carlson about it and asked her if she had a moment but she did not. So I asked someone else in the room what they thought had happened, why such a different "feel" when we were doing the exact same drama. Pat Carlson overheard my question and told me not to assume that different groups of children need to hear the same thing. She said that I knew the voice of God, and to pray about the next days dramas, and rewrite it if I feel God wants me too.
This was a hard word. First off, I really should have been praying about the dramas' to begin with!!! Secondly, as the Tuesday's drama really did not work the previous week, this put me in a position of proving I had heard from God. If it went as bad as it did the week before, I surely had not.
I prayed, and felt like God wanted me to communicate to the children that God is with them, even though they are sometimes scared. So I rewrote parts of that night's drama and made it a little more serious. Afterward Pastor Terry came up to me and told me he felt that the drama was God inspired.
When writing drama for church I so often go for dramatic effect, and fail to balance it out with the ministry it is supposed to provide. This was a good lesson for me, to remind me to seek what God would have me communicate in a drama.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Break a Leg
I was over protected as a child. My mom will admit to this now. I almost died at eight weeks old, one hospital said there was no hope for me to live and my parents demanded I be transferred to Children's Hospital, where obviously lived. But not before going in a coma for a weeks and being in one of those boxes where nobody can touch you. I was my parents first child. So because of all this my mom over protected me. As a result of my mom's over protectiveness, I remember growing up and being very afraid of pain. I am sure over that now! I mention all this, because while laying in the hospital, I was trying to figure out why at 34 I am willing to take risks that no-one else my age will take. I guess I never got it out of my system when I was a teen-ager.
Five years ago I went on a mission trip to Romania. In preparation for the trip our team of missionaries did a trust fall. I involved getting on a stack of chairs on a stage and falling backwards and the rest of the team would catch you. The height you are falling from would be about six feet. The team did catch me, but for what ever reason did not hold and to me and dropped me, so I had to do it again. This was not my first trust fall, and they have never been at all scary to me. In fact I was so comfortable with them that I decided it would be funny if as soon as I got back up on the chair I fell back immediately so they could not have time to catch me. How funny would that be I thought, the first time they drop me and second time they miss me entirely! I should mention that the floor was concrete with carpet over it. Well, when I got back on the chair the Pastor started talking before I could fall and ruined my plan.
Now, we are in Romania. We are doing drama, and Marv is doing a character called Professor Noodles. As whoever was teaching, in between the lessons and skits, Professor Noodles would come out with a way to get to heaven that was way off. One of the ways was to jump to heaven and Marv would run toward a chair, put one foot on it and use it to jump higher, land on both feet and fall to the ground comically. I am a method actor, if you get hit in a play you get hit for real. You fake beatings to the point of broken bones, or where the wind will get knocked out of you preventing you from saying your lines, but for the most part you take it. So when I say him fake the fall, I was not impressed. He could fall forward and use his hand to break the fall, a la Ric Flair, and it would look good, and there would be no risk of breaking anything. It would hurt a little, yea, but that is the price of good acting.
In preparations for a Venezuela missionary trip, on April 15th, we did the children's church on that Sunday. I would be playing Professor Noodles. I would come out a total of three time, only one was scripted, and I was to make up the last two and the teacher, Valerie, would play off me. We almost did not get to the third one, but we did. I thought back to how I was going to fall backwards from 6 feet and land on carpeted concrete, the floor in the children's church is also carpeted concrete, and how Marv would break his fall. I decided to put a chair on stage and fall backward off of it. This was only a height of like, three feet, I was willing to do six. Professor Noodles rationale was if he had faith God would catch him and float him up to heaven. When I was out on stage in front of the kids and in character and told Valerie my plan, she said no. I was on the chair and ready to go at this point. As this was un scripted I would not be able to do it, I had to play off her. My character said "No?" and she said "Fine, do it." I don't think she really thought I would do it. I was a little scared, but could not back down now, so I tucked my head into my chest and threw myself backwards. I expected a headache from hitting my head on the floor. I don't remember falling, or really even landing, but I remember after I landed my back and head did not hurt at all. My upper right leg did though, I thought that I must have bruised it bad, to the point where I would be limping. So I continued to act and while lying there talked about how the fall did not go well, and I don't remember what Valerie said. When the time came for me to get up I put all my weight on my left leg and when I moved to stand on my right leg I could feel the bone not lining up. I did not know if it was broke, or if the leg was out of the hip socket. I whispered "I can't get up." I don't think Valerie believed me as I did act after the fall, and I laughed and said it again then fell on my left side.
The pain was not that bad, about a 7 out of 10. The ambulance was called. I body was in shock, my mind was fine, maybe even better than fine as I was very funny. I kept the jokes coming as a lie there sweating and drinking as much water as I could. I introduced myself to the EMT's as Pastor Noel. The put the streacter by my back, I was still on my side at this point, but told me I would have to roll onto my back so they could carry me out. They said it would hurt. And it did. For the first time in my life, I literally screamed out in pain. The pain was a 13 out of 10. the most painful experience I can remember.
Turns out I shattered my upper fibia. The Doc's say I broke my hip, even though my hip bone is not broken. I guess it is because it is in the hip area. I walk with a walker as I cannot put weight on my right leg.
My Dad took me to Meijer today to go shopping and I got to use the motorized carts. So it was all worth it.
Five years ago I went on a mission trip to Romania. In preparation for the trip our team of missionaries did a trust fall. I involved getting on a stack of chairs on a stage and falling backwards and the rest of the team would catch you. The height you are falling from would be about six feet. The team did catch me, but for what ever reason did not hold and to me and dropped me, so I had to do it again. This was not my first trust fall, and they have never been at all scary to me. In fact I was so comfortable with them that I decided it would be funny if as soon as I got back up on the chair I fell back immediately so they could not have time to catch me. How funny would that be I thought, the first time they drop me and second time they miss me entirely! I should mention that the floor was concrete with carpet over it. Well, when I got back on the chair the Pastor started talking before I could fall and ruined my plan.
Now, we are in Romania. We are doing drama, and Marv is doing a character called Professor Noodles. As whoever was teaching, in between the lessons and skits, Professor Noodles would come out with a way to get to heaven that was way off. One of the ways was to jump to heaven and Marv would run toward a chair, put one foot on it and use it to jump higher, land on both feet and fall to the ground comically. I am a method actor, if you get hit in a play you get hit for real. You fake beatings to the point of broken bones, or where the wind will get knocked out of you preventing you from saying your lines, but for the most part you take it. So when I say him fake the fall, I was not impressed. He could fall forward and use his hand to break the fall, a la Ric Flair, and it would look good, and there would be no risk of breaking anything. It would hurt a little, yea, but that is the price of good acting.
In preparations for a Venezuela missionary trip, on April 15th, we did the children's church on that Sunday. I would be playing Professor Noodles. I would come out a total of three time, only one was scripted, and I was to make up the last two and the teacher, Valerie, would play off me. We almost did not get to the third one, but we did. I thought back to how I was going to fall backwards from 6 feet and land on carpeted concrete, the floor in the children's church is also carpeted concrete, and how Marv would break his fall. I decided to put a chair on stage and fall backward off of it. This was only a height of like, three feet, I was willing to do six. Professor Noodles rationale was if he had faith God would catch him and float him up to heaven. When I was out on stage in front of the kids and in character and told Valerie my plan, she said no. I was on the chair and ready to go at this point. As this was un scripted I would not be able to do it, I had to play off her. My character said "No?" and she said "Fine, do it." I don't think she really thought I would do it. I was a little scared, but could not back down now, so I tucked my head into my chest and threw myself backwards. I expected a headache from hitting my head on the floor. I don't remember falling, or really even landing, but I remember after I landed my back and head did not hurt at all. My upper right leg did though, I thought that I must have bruised it bad, to the point where I would be limping. So I continued to act and while lying there talked about how the fall did not go well, and I don't remember what Valerie said. When the time came for me to get up I put all my weight on my left leg and when I moved to stand on my right leg I could feel the bone not lining up. I did not know if it was broke, or if the leg was out of the hip socket. I whispered "I can't get up." I don't think Valerie believed me as I did act after the fall, and I laughed and said it again then fell on my left side.
The pain was not that bad, about a 7 out of 10. The ambulance was called. I body was in shock, my mind was fine, maybe even better than fine as I was very funny. I kept the jokes coming as a lie there sweating and drinking as much water as I could. I introduced myself to the EMT's as Pastor Noel. The put the streacter by my back, I was still on my side at this point, but told me I would have to roll onto my back so they could carry me out. They said it would hurt. And it did. For the first time in my life, I literally screamed out in pain. The pain was a 13 out of 10. the most painful experience I can remember.
Turns out I shattered my upper fibia. The Doc's say I broke my hip, even though my hip bone is not broken. I guess it is because it is in the hip area. I walk with a walker as I cannot put weight on my right leg.
My Dad took me to Meijer today to go shopping and I got to use the motorized carts. So it was all worth it.
Monday, March 26, 2007
You give me fever.
My fever is at 103. Which of you gals is coming over to make me chicken noodle soup.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Zakk Wylde
Who is the Guitar God who can play Cowboys from Hell better that ever after NOT playing it for two and a half months?
I am.
I am.
Monday, March 12, 2007
I'm with Stupid
OK, so anyone who knows me knows I am not very smart. In addition to that, I am very scatter-brained, BUT.
My last name is Reichel, pronounced Reik-el. Like the Third Reich.
ANYWAY!!!!
A couple of weeks ago I was a actor in a Murder Mystery dinner at my church. Part of that evening was my asking guests (non-actors) to come up and I would humiliate them. My sister was a guest and I ask her to come up but pronounced her last name Rie-chell, because that is how people always pronounce it when they are reading it and don't know the proper pronunciation.
SO!!!
Last week I am with my Dad, who was at the dinner, and he says to me "You know our last name is pronounced Reik-el, not Rie-chell." He honestly thought I pronounced my sisters and mine last name like that because I thought that is how it was supposed to be pronounced!
I am not very bright, but I am brighter than that.
My last name is Reichel, pronounced Reik-el. Like the Third Reich.
ANYWAY!!!!
A couple of weeks ago I was a actor in a Murder Mystery dinner at my church. Part of that evening was my asking guests (non-actors) to come up and I would humiliate them. My sister was a guest and I ask her to come up but pronounced her last name Rie-chell, because that is how people always pronounce it when they are reading it and don't know the proper pronunciation.
SO!!!
Last week I am with my Dad, who was at the dinner, and he says to me "You know our last name is pronounced Reik-el, not Rie-chell." He honestly thought I pronounced my sisters and mine last name like that because I thought that is how it was supposed to be pronounced!
I am not very bright, but I am brighter than that.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Numb3rs
The number to my work is 754-7400
The number to my Doctor is 754-4700
The number to the Warren Police Dept. (which I needed to call in the course of my job is 574-4700.
Weird huh?
The number to my Doctor is 754-4700
The number to the Warren Police Dept. (which I needed to call in the course of my job is 574-4700.
Weird huh?
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