Shlumpadincka and Soy Sauce

Okay darlings....

I woke up today and decided that it would be Shlumpadincka Thursday. If you aren't familiar with the term Schlumpadincka let me tell you a little story...

We (meaning my awesome friends Sammy, Teaira, Ms.Lane and I) were in Astoria, OR, this summer enjoying all the awesome opportunities that our opera apprenticeship had to offer. We were coming out of Safeway (or was it Ross? It doesn't matter, either way the story happened) We were pulling out of the parking lot and Ms. Lane points and says, "See girls, that is Shlumpadincka, I don't want to see any of that from any of you this week...or ever..." She was pointing at a woman walking out of the store in a ponytail, sweatpants, a baggy sweatshirt, and with no makeup on. We all laughed and promised her our "Shlumpadincka" days would be few and far between.

Well, I woke up this morning, and I decided that, as I didn't have anything important to do today other than school and work at the box office I wanted to be Shlumpadincka today...I've been super stressed (I wonder why?) and just decided I needed a break from my normal routine. Plus, since Jeff prefers me without makeup I decided I would make him happy today and just be Shlumpadincka Brittany. I rolled out of bed (I did do my hair) and stayed in my green yoga pants that I wore to sleep in last night. I pulled on a T-Shirt, and my Charlie Brown music sweatshirt (Snoopy is dancing on it...its pretty spectacular) and went to class.

Class was out almost before it began. The teacher had a meeting he had to go to, so he said we could just stay and practice or leave. Since its Brass Methods, and I have decided I'm almost hopeless on the trumpet (which is the instrument I've been learning to play for the last 3 weeks or so) I decided to stay and practice. Fortunately, my friend Heather stayed and helped me and I have actually discovered that I'm not as horrible as I believed I was (hooray for confidence boosters...confidence boosters and Shlumpadincka days...what a beautiful combination.)

I decided to leave early, my lips and jaw were getting tired and achey (a fun side effect of too much trumpet practice) Since I was leaving early, I had time to stop for a little lunch. I decided that California Rolls sounded like the perfect lunch for a Schlumpadincka like me...

I got to work, opened my lunch, ate a few rolls and quickly decided that a) these weren't fresh and b) maybe california rolls from Albertsons deli weren't the best idea. I forced myself to eat 4 of them, but couldn't force anything more beyond that. I closed the box, I thought I was being all clever in my technique because I was trying to avoid a soy sauce and wasabi disaster, but I knew I needed to close the box because I didn't want the Box Office to smell like rotten Krab (that's right Krab with a K because it wasn't real crab). I went to throw the box in the trash, and disaster struck. Before I could bat my eyelashes there was soy sauce all over my green yoga pants and the floor of the box office...thank heavens for the water cooler...I rushed to dilute the soy sauce on the carpet first with the cold water (because everyone knows that if you get to soy sauce before it sets in with cold water it will magically disappear.) I got the carpet cleaned and looked down at my fantastic green yoga pants (now brown and green) My first thought was that I was glad I had decided to be Shlumpadincka today because I really could care less about my yoga pants, but my second thought was "Crap, I don't have time to go home and change after work." I feverishly began dousing napkins in cold water and scrubbing my pants!

Well...serves me right for trying to be a little more daring in the culinary department (well, varied at least)...

However, I am glad for Shlumpadincka Days...soy sauce could have seriously damaged my calm on a day like today...there is an odd type of Zen accompanied with being Shlumpadincka....and with all the stress that I've been under recently a Zen Shlumpadincka day has been a nice reprieve...

P.S> Jeff and I are going to get our marriage license tonight...still debating if I want to change out of my Shlumpadincka Soy Sauce Yoga Pants for the big event or not...who cares...Schlumpadincka now, Shlumpadincka forever!

Hugs and Loves until next time darlings!

P.P.S> My little soy sauce adventure made me think of this scene from Thoroughly Modern Millie. If you don't want to watch the incomparable Carol Channing sing her "Jazz Baby" number then skip to 6:35 for the scene I am talking about. Enjoy darlings!