Lullaby of Broadway
You don't need to spend altogether too much time around me before you determine that I am a fan of musicals. I wanted to say Broadway Buff for the cool alliteration, but that isn't exactly true. I am not an expert by any stretch, just a die hard fan of the belt and the beauty of all that can come from a good set of lungs.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda might have landed me on the stage at some point to make my career, but my choices took me elsewhere and now the Broadway Best of Jenn can be heard within the shower walls of my home. (Trust me, it's a stunning concert for an exclusive audience. Namely, me and anyone who happens to be haunting the halls whenever I feel a song coming on.)
The New Girl in Town
who just came on the scene
The new girl in town
[is slightly more than] sixteen *
A friend and loyal reader of my blog has recently opened a spot of her own in the neighborhood. I got her email invitation to come and see what she is creating and immediately thought that I should pass it on. You know, to promote her. Because what is this place if it's not an open-arms-hugs-all-around-welcome-wagon for a friend?
Her first post is here, but before you leap over and begin to connect with her, let me tell you just a little bit about her. I mean, beyond the obvious bits that she will tell you herself on her intro page.
The new girl in town
seems to dance on air
The new girl in town
has the greatest hair
I met her--seems like a million--years ago when she first moved to Phoenix. Our first connection was built through our children. She was the co-leader for Emma's Brownies troupe. Our second connection was established through our children. I taught both of her daughters in my dance program. Our third connection was through our children. She was the first person (and an expert at that) who really listened to my concerns about our youngest son, Andrew. She listened, she heard and she advised. She is probably not even aware just how much impact our conversation nearly a year ago has had. I know I told her thank you a million times for her time and her caring and her attention, but words are a little weak to really express to her my gratitude and appreciation.
She's hip.
So cool
[she's getting really smart in] school.
My connection to her runs deep and comes from the heart. She has been a great supporter at both this blog and the photo site. A lurker, maybe, but a supporter nonetheless.
What a hullabaloo girl
She ain't just passing through girl
She's sticking like glue girl
wo-oo,wo-oo,wo-oo,wo-oo
Won't you join me in welcoming her? Clear your throat, take a breath and sing it out with me:
Look out, Look out, Look out, Look out
She [is]....The New Girl in Town!
*THE NEW GIRL IN TOWN, from the musical HAIRSPRAY.
My apologies to Mr. Shaiman and Mr. Wittman for fussing with the lyrics. But really, it had to be done. Oh-oh-oh!
