A couple of days ago, out of the blue, I started singing these words:
“Getting to know yooooooou, getting to know all about yoooooooou. Getting to liiiiiike you, getting to hope you like me…”
It took me a minute of delving into the deep recesses of my musical-loving childhood before I could fish out the correct reference (hint: it’s not Julie Andrews…that’s what I thought at first too).
But I finally reeled it in (get it? because I was fishing for it…shutting up).
AND I’m awarding 5 free entries into our next giveaway (TBA very soon!) to the first person who comes up with A) the name of the movie this song is from and B) the name of the actress who sings it.
No Googling. Not that I’ll know (yes, I will). [no, I won’t].
Bonus entries for C) the (correctly spelled) name of her male costar and D) the name of the musical’s creators.
ANYway, the song gave me an idea, and I’m running with it!
I’m titling the next several 5 Things Thursdays: “Getting to Know You.”
This is Part 1.
After all, who doesn’t like getting little peeks into the windows of others’ lives?
So, today, I’m sharing five things you probably don’t already know about me, and I’m hoping you’ll play along.
If you’re a blogger, I’ll provide a linky at the bottom for a 5 Things Thursday “Getting to Know You” post.
Would love it if you’d grab a button!
Even if you don’t have a blog, I would love (seriously, C.A.P.I.T.A.L letters LOVE) for you to leave your own Getting to Know You list in the comments.
This is gonna be fuuuuu-uuuuun!
1. I can’t remember not singing. I mean, I didn’t come out of the womb belting arias or anything (can you imagine? I can, and in my imagination, my mother recoils in horror and says something like, “Put it back!”), but I do have a distinct memory of receiving a ginormous, battery-operated microphone, complete with a burnt orange foam cover that resembled a huge pumpkin-flavored ice cream cone for my birthday.
I couldn’t have been more than 5.
It was obviously the perfect gift because I can’t remember what I got for my 6th-25th birthdays, but that 5th birthday present made an impression.
2. Speaking of singing and musicals, one of my favorite childhood pastimes was community theater. I grew up in a small town, and my best friend’s mom would direct children’s plays, so I was always guaranteed some part or another in one of her productions.
In our rendition of Ants’hillvania, I played the part of a spider who stuttered.
I think I was seven.
After one of our shows, a little old lady came up to Karen (my friend’s mom), patted her on the arm, and said, “It was soooo sweet of you to let a little girl with a stutter in your play.”
3. Continuing this theme, my proudest theatrical moment was definitely being picked to play one of the seven Von Trapp children in our town’s production of The Sound of Music.
Karen wasn’t even the director, and there were 70+ other kids that auditioned!
But I’m pretty sure I got the part by sheer virtue of my ability to out-belt every other 8-year-old in the room. I think I saw the director jump when I sang my note (no joke, we got one note).
(Ask anyone who knows me, and they will gladly corroborate: I’ve got lungs).
I had 11 lines, and I still remember saying, “I’m Marta, and I’m going to be seven next Tuesday, and I want a pink parasol,” in the best British accent an 8-year-old East Texan could muster.
I wore my hair in Princess Leia buns.
4. The lowest point in my “musical career” took place on my 18th birthday, when the rock band my brother and I put together scored a gig opening for Shaded Red, an actual legit Christian band with records.
To say that we botched our set is an understatement of excruciating proportions.
We were terrible.
But the worst part of all is that we were playing at my brother’s college.
I got to go home humiliated but safe in the knowledge that I would probably never see anyone from that audience again.
Shae got to see them every day for the next two years.
This pic was taken at my 18th birthday party. Can you spot me?
5. I was homeschooled until age 15 (with a brief two year stint in a tiny private middle school…my mom taught almost all my classes there too), which is how I managed to have the time to do all that theater stuff when I was young.
Remember my jeans jumpers rant from last week?
Well, I wore this little ditty (courtesy of Goodwill, of course) to a tacky sweater Christmas party last year.
90’s homeschooling moms everywhere would be so proud.
I can’t believe I didn’t win first place!
(Feel free to leave captions for the above pic in the comments section. I’ll happily award free giveaway entries to the best ones!)
Okay, now it’s your turn!
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