Tuesday, October 30

Halloween dancin'

I generally don't go to dances, or dancing, because I feel very uncomfortable in rooms full of strangers and I'm an awkward dancer when it isn't choreographed, but when Sylinda said she planned to go to the mid-singles (ages 30-46) Halloween dance last Friday, I resolved to go with her. I love Sylinda and I love dressing up in a costume. Win-win!

Since I recently lost a chunk of weight, I figured I'd be able to fit into the trusty Sleeping Beauty costume my mom made me in college. I had fun with sparkly makeup and crafted my hair around a tiara. Then I went to put on the dress... the dress wouldn't zip. Gah! No! Really?!! I threw a 10 second tantrum and then put on my Arwen costume. If I had been Sleeping Beauty, fewer people would have asked "what are you?" all night. I told most people I was just a princess. The tiara wasn't really Arwen-esque, but I didn't want to redo the hair. I was sad about Sleeping Beauty, but this was a satisfactory second choice.

The dance was fun! I got to do pretty much everything I wanted to!
Diana, Sylinda, and me

Danced a LOT
(BTW, "Thriller" is a great Halloween song, but awkward to dance to
since no one really knows the dance...)

Was asked to dance during two slow dances

Met two folks dressed like The Doctor from Doctor Who
Bow ties are cool!

Had my photo taken at the photo booth

Met two girls named Diana who were both dressed as lady bugs (technically,
one was Ladybug Girl and was thrilled when I knew who that was)

Ate a Dunford donut (this was important)

Gave a guy I like my phone number

All in all, I'd say the endeavor was a success. Hooray for doing something outside of my comfort zone, and for darling friends who make it worth it!!

Oh, and I tried zipping that Sleeping Beauty dress again when I got home and it DID zip up! Turns out, the secret is not to put the puffy petticoat on first. You live, you learn!

Monday, October 29

Check me out!

Larissa commented when she visited my ward/church congregation last week that the men in my ward aren't shy about checking a girl out. They tend to line the halls, looking up and down at the women that pass and making silent judgments or approvals. I hadn't really noticed -- or maybe I was just used to it -- until yesterday. I walked into the building and as I made my way to the Cultural Hall, I spotted at least one guy looking me over. He was not at all subtle :-P I knew I looked good, so I felt flattered!

Then, a funny thing happened: my Visiting Teacher gave me cookies and some Halloween candy. I wanted to save them until the evening (is there anything better than hot chocolate and cookies on a chilly autumn evening?) so I just carried them around with me for three hours.

For the rest of church, every person I walked by, or who walked by me, only had eyes for my cookies. I couldn't decide if it was funny or obnoxious and wanted to joke "Hey! My eyes are up here! Look at me!" Ha ha!

Now I know a very small portion of what moms with new babies feel...

Guess next time I'll have to bring something to share... or just make sure I look extra cute!

Happy Monday, my friends!

Friday, October 26

Hot Pocket!

For today's Happy Friday video, I present Jim Gaffigan's "Hot Pocket" routine:


I laugh every time he sings  ♪ Hot Pocket! ♫  
Every. Single. Time. 

(I don't relate to them causing intestinal issues, though. I have a high tolerance for junk food :-P)

Thanks to this routine, I have the tendency to need to sing that jingle whenever I walk past the store Hot Topic at a mall 'cause, you know, "topic" has all the same sounds as "pocket", only mixed up!

♪ Hot Topic! ♫
(Now you're going to do it, too -- Bwahahahaaha!)
I'm working on a "hot backup" feature at work (it's a software thing) and... you guessed it: I sing that to the jingle, too! Fortunately, I am able to restrain myself from actually vocalizing the music at work. I just sing it in my head. 

♪ Hot backup! ♫ 

Apparently, any time I am faced with a grouping of words where the first is "hot" and the second has two syllables, I'm going to sing this song in my head. It's a curse I think I can live with. Can you?

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♪ Hot Pocket! ♫

Okay, now I'm done :-D

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, October 24

My Top 10 favorite movies

I told my nephew last night that The Emperor's New Groove is one of my top 10 favorite movies. Predictably, he asked me what the other 9 were.

Kronk's conversations with his shoulder angel/devil is only one
example of why The Emperor's New Groove is so funny!!
....Uhhhhmmm...

This is something I've been thinking about for awhile. I love a lot of books and a lot of movies and television shows, but whenever someone asks me for my very favorite, I am stumped. They're all so very different! I am always able to find one to fit my mood, but even though I may love a movie it doesn't mean I want to watch it everyday.

Even so, I will attempt to make a list. In no particular order, here are the top 10 go-to movies I absolutely adore, don't get tired of, don't fast-forward through, and can quote with embarrassing accuracy:
Close calls/Honorable mentions:

Well, that was even more difficult than I expected. Pretty much any of the "Close calls" could rotate into the Top 10 at any time, and since I made this list off the top of my head, I'm sure I'll get home tonight and smack myself for forgetting some additional favorites!

What is interesting to me is that several of these movies have overlapping actors. I still have a crush on Heath Ledger, and I tend to want to give any movie starring Emma Thompson, Kate Winslet, Paul Bettany, or Colin Firth a once over. Not all of their movies are winners, but these actors are almost always good!

What are your favorite movies? Are any of mine on your Top 10 list, or even your Top 20?


*I generally avoid rated R movies 'cause I'm not a fan of explicit violence, sex or language. Fortunately, my brother Aaron found me edited versions of The Patriot and Love Actually, and I can skip the naked parts in Shakespeare in Love ;-) I've seen the unedited versions, and it's surprising how little I miss most of the stuff that was removed!

Tuesday, October 23

A Marvelous [Wonderettes] reunion!

I had a really cool opportunity last week to reprise another one of my roles. The South Valley Theater Association had an event to highlight some of the community theater in the area, and Midvale asked me and the other Wonderettes if we would be willing to perform a couple of numbers from our show. Of course, we jumped at the chance! We debated about which songs to perform and rehearsed our ten-minute set together just one evening before the tech rehearsal. We all admitted to being a little nervous about revisiting the show. Would we remember the harmony and choreography? Would we be able to find costumes that worked together, since our original costumes weren't available?

As luck would have it, the music and choreography had been so ingrained in our memories that all we needed was that brief refresher. We were also able to locate four poodle skirts of differing colors so we would look like we went together (thanks again for giving me your skirt, Mom)!

The event was well-organized and seemed to go fairly smoothly, barring some technical difficulties during our set. The other Councils said we were the only ones they could hear backstage, which might have more to do with the fact that we were one of the last acts so most of the others went into the audience to listen and there were fewer people backstage making noise. We had a TON of compliments afterwards. The audience members and people from all of the Councils (performers and producers) couldn't walk past any of us without telling us how fantastically we had sounded. I like to think we were one of the best acts, though there was a lot of talent there!

The lineup -- it went by quickly!
I was surprised that there hadn't been more advertising considering this was such a cool idea. Nine Arts Councils each brought something to share. A lot of us hung out backstage and listened to the others. I got to watch many during the one tech rehearsal. But even with the minimal advertisement, several of my friends came! I was so surprised and happy they made the effort! I just love this "showcase" idea. If they do it again next year, I'll be there, either as a performer (if invited) or an audience member.

One of the coolest things for me was seeing so many of my favorite theater people all in one place. I have performed with six out of the nine Councils represented and consequently knew quite a few of the people there. It's a weird truth that theater people can spend three months together, become really good friends... and then not see each other after the show ends... until the next show we do together! It makes me happy to have any excuse to see my friends in the interim. Even better when my friends from different shows get to know each other. The separate groups may not have done a lot of mingling during the show (we were pretty focused on our performances) but it was nice to be able to say "Hi" and support each other!

Long-time friend Theresa and her daughter
Toni taught my first "Theater School"
class nearly 20 years ago!
The Midvale crew at the SVTA tech rehearsal
My Into the Woods director, Wendy (she has already asked
me to audition for her show next summer -- woo-hoo!)
There have been so many productions that I loved doing so much I wished I could have a reunion, so this was a very cool opportunity. Unlike playing Amy in two different productions of Little Women, this time I reprised the same character with the very same cast! It was nice to have one last chance to work together and sing the songs we loved. Such a nice memory to cap a wonderful play!
With Paige, Melody, and Kristen one last time
Love you, my Wonderettes! Thank you for giving me one more chance to get it right! And thank you SVTA for organizing the whole thing!

Friday, October 19

Waaaaaaaah!

Megan story for the day:

See this photo?


That's my lunch... uneaten.

I peeled off the plastic cover for my t.v. dinner (lunch) and the tray slid off my desk and landed face-down in the garbage. Waaaaaaaah! I really didn't want to eat out today!

Now I'm eating homemade fudge someone brought and trying to decide if I'm going to go get actual food or frozen yogurt. It's a tough choice.

The saddest part is that I have a meeting in 15 minutes that will delay my availability to grab lunch for at least another 45 minutes to an hour.

My life is hard (you know I'm kidding, right?)  ;-P

At least this one didn't burn me before I dropped it in the trash!

Happy Friday!!

**Update: Kristen noticed that this accident happened two years TO THE DAY after the hand-burning incident. I checked last year and the post didn't say anything about a t.v. dinner fiasco... but next year I think I'll skip it on October 19th, just in case :-P

Thursday, October 18

Voicing a difference of opinion

My manager invited me to be part of a group at work to redesign the templates (including layouts, fonts,  and types of character and paragraph tags) for our company's documentation. I started out feeling very uncomfortable, because I didn't really know what was expected of me... and, I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I was afraid to have an opinion. What if it was wrong and I ended up looking like an idiot? I was really quiet for the first couple of meetings.

As we continued to meet together and discuss our team's needs, I started to feel more comfortable, and opened up a bit more. I also felt less nervous anytime someone asked what I thought. I stopped being so afraid to disagree with other opinions expressed. I started to believe that my opinion mattered in what was, in the end, a purely subjective endeavor. This really hit home one day when three people all supported one concept, and then the manager asked my opinion and I disagreed with the others. I shared what I thought would work best and why even though I was terrified. After I finished, the rest of the group supported me, and we decided to go with my ideas. I cannot tell you how relieved and validated I felt!

It's in my nature to go with the flow and not create waves whenever possible. I am grateful for this opportunity where I was encouraged to participate, think outside the box, and stand up for myself. Thanks goodness for subjective projects where no answer is the wrong answer! I can't say that shareing my opinion has become any easier, but I am slightly less afraid to be ridiculed for a differing opinion!

Tuesday, October 16

*Updated* Off Facebook until after the election

I am sick and tired of the awful things people are saying to and about each other and the Presidential candidates on Facebook. Just now, someone made a disparaging remark about "undecided" voters (yes, she used quotation marks), because apparently it's supposed to be obvious who the best person is... probably the person she supports (BTW, she hasn't said anything about who she actually supports, so I find this a little hypocritical). I feel like this election is a big deal. I KNOW it's a big deal and a lot of people are really riled up about it. Well, after the posts I saw tonight about the second debate, I realized I probably am not going to remain friends with a lot of people if I keep reading their vicious comments. So, I'm taking myself out of the equation.

A little sad, and very annoyed. Since when did accusations and mud-slinging become an "accepted" way to support your candidate? None of it is winning me to "your side." Makes me just want to write in "Britney Spears" and be done with it.
*Updated 10-18: I didn't realize the election is still 3 weeks away... that feels like a long time to be off Facebook, especially since I deactivated my account on an impassioned, ill-thought-out whim. If I log back in and simply start hiding individual feeds, please don't make fun of me :P Or do, but don't post anything on my wall about the election!!

Friday, October 12

It WAS amazing! (A Little Women post)

I've been putting off blogging about the end of Little Women, because I feel like any words I put down will be inadequate. This show was one of the all-around best I've ever had the privilege to be part of. It might be my favorite show, ever.

The cast was incredibly talented and dedicated, the production team had a clear vision and were a pleasure to work with, the crew was professional and kind, the costumes and set were stellar. I loved everyone involved and feel so lucky I got to be a part of this experience. It didn't matter how bad the rest of my day might have been, when I arrived at the theater to prepare for a performance, I immediately felt energized and happy. Even being sick for three of the four weeks didn't bring me down (I was lucky my role wasn't as music-intensive as some of the others'). I had the most supportive people around me -- all willing to do whatever they could to help me perform my best, and never stingy with praise and gratitude. Oh, gosh. It was a pleasure to be there.

Plus, I know it was a terrific show. The positive response to it was overwhelming! May people, including me, complain about the script, but I feel like our performances made up for a lack of written character depth and gaps in the story. I didn't feel at all embarrassed recommending my friends to pay $20 to see it, though I understood if the price was a deterrent. There was a different cast for every day of the week (especially with the usually double-cast roles of Beth and Amy being shared by three actresses) and everyone played differently with each other in spite of our director's request we try to perform like our doubles. I had my opinions on which doubles were "best" in their roles... but those mostly depended on collective chemistry onstage (no, I'm not going to call out on this blog which was the "better" of any of the characters). More than one patron told me it was the best show they'd ever seen at CenterPoint Legacy AND Rodgers Memorial. I wish they had allowed us to take a video. I was so proud of this production and would love to show it off to any who would let me!

My character was insanely fun to play. I might have to write another blog post just about her, especially since I never got around to working on a character sketch.  Miss Amy March was written as the villain AND the comic relief in the show, and I did my best to do her justice and somehow make her a little endearing, too. It would have been so easy to make her silly and one-dimensional; I couldn't resist throwing in my own experiences and understanding of why she was so frustrated as the youngest, left-behind sister, and later coming in to her own and hoping her family would continue to love her even though she had grown up. I wanted to make her a strong and real person. Many of my physical and emotional choices were deliberate and I think they enhanced my performance. It's such a great role!

I am proud to say that I never failed to get a laugh from my favorite line: "Sashes aren't silly!"
I love making people laugh! It's one of the best things in the world!

My greatest stress -- and the cast's favorite joke -- was that I was at least 12 years older than the six women who played my sisters. Being so much older and yet playing the youngest was terrifying! Fortunately, like I said, everyone was supportive. My double was sixteen and I learned a lot from her own portrayal and her encouragement of mine. I was reassured over and over again that though it was obvious I was not 12, no one would guess I am 34. Every time a friend saw the show and said they were amazed by my transfiguration into a 12 year old I mentally cheered and breathed a sigh of relief.
Five for all -- FOREVER!!
Actually, many of the cast members didn't know my real age until the end of the run -- some still don't :-D

I had thought my days of playing teenagers were past, and maybe they are now, but I am inordinately grateful I had another chance to play this character. I loved doing it four years ago, and I loved it again now. I wish I could have one more shot -- I love her that much. I honestly believe this is one of those roles that I am uniquely suited to play and really identified with. I got to do just about everything I wanted to, and it paid off!

I never tired of this production. With the exception of having to change costume between EVERY SINGLE SCENE I think I could have continued for another month or year. Sixteen performances were not enough to play with my character and the other people in the cast and crew. It went by far too quickly.

A lot of people are looking forward to the next show at CenterPoint, The Scarlet Pimpernel (I have tickets for tonight!), and calling it the event of the year. I got to hear some of their rehearsals from the dressing room and under the stage during my show and it's going to be terrific. When it came to  Little Women, I don't think people expected much going in and then were nicely surprised. Even men who don't enjoy chick flicks or theater enjoyed it. The show had so much heart and talent you couldn't help but be moved. My friend Kate wrote one of my favorite tributes (click her name to read it). I am thrilled that she and others were so inspired by our production!

Thank you so much to all who came and supported me this time! It means so much to me!


Oddly, I'm not depressed about it being over. I loved it, and I miss it and the people involved, but I think my Marmee said it best on closing night when she said, "I'm not sad because I know I'm going to see and work with you all again." We truly created a family onstage and off and it won't end just because the play did and we may not hear from each other regularly if at all before whatever our next project together is. I'm so happy we got to create something wonderful together and learned to love each other, too.

There was a moment during one of the Saturday performances where -- as I listened to the sold-out audience laugh and applaud -- I felt like I had finally arrived. I felt like all of my other theater opportunities had built up to this role in this show and this theater. It was one of the best moments of my life. I am so grateful that I have been blessed to play so many roles in so many plays that I have loved. Who else is as lucky as I am? I have the best hobby in the world!
I am the troll in the bottom center of this photo
I hope that the next production I do is as fun, well-done, creatively fulfilling, and successful as Little Women was. For now, I'm taking a well-deserved break; not in a hurry to do anything else in the near future -- not before Christmas, anyway. I'm just basking in the joy of my two perfect summer plays, and feeling grateful and happy. 


Backstage photos that I love:
Director Leslie Giles-Smith and choreographer Joan Bowles
The padding under my troll costume
My wigs matched my real hair
Troll in the hole!
(Literally a box under the stage)
Made by Tom's fan club, fitting for our characters!
Half-dressed for microphone checks
Landon and I in 42nd Street (left) eight years ago,
and Little Women this summer.
To be fair, he has old age make-up on
in the photo on the right
I felt it was important to draw something in Amy's sketchbook.
Isn't it hideous?
Ready to perform an Operatic Tragedy!
Cute Conner faux-proposes to me --
man, that kid can ad-lib!
Most of the sister combinations during the run!

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Thursday, October 11

Another belated birthday present!

I have a new television! My parents generously offered me their "gently used" flatscreen and brought it over Tuesday night. Since I wasn't home, they even hooked everything up for me.
Still surprised by how large it is --
my cabinet can barely contain it!
An unanticipated benefit is that I can actually watch network t.v. again -- LIVE! Remember how I got rid of cable last year (wow, was it really 18 months ago)? Turns out, the cable for the regular antenna didn't fit on the hookup for my old television, so I haven't even had limited t.v. viewing. All I've been using it for are DVDs and VHS (yes, I have a combination DVD and VCR -- I'm replacing my VHS tapes really slowly). It was so lovely to sit and watch Modern Family last night without worrying about the inevitable spoilers on Facebook or blogs today. I laughed AND I cried! Two really good episodes to initiate my new t.v. in my apartment!

I was surprised at how many commercials there were. I've been mentally complaining about the length of the "ad time" on Hulu, but it does take less time to watch there.

Now the temptation will be to sit and watch my t.v. whenever I'm bored... but when honest with myself, I admit that I've been time-wasting on Hulu and Netflix anyway. The only difference is that I can drag my laptop into my bedroom. I keep the television in the living room for a reason so that I can shut it off and go to bed (there is sometimes a temptation to fall asleep on the couch, but my bed is sooo much more comfortable)!!

Good-bye, old, reliable Panasonic. You have been my roommate in every home I've lived in during the past eleven years and I am grateful! I hope your next family appreciates you as much as I have.

Anyone want to volunteer to lug the old television out of my apartment and over to Deseret Industries? I really should have had my parents do it when I had the chance...

Happy 10/11/12 (October 11, 2012) everybody!

Wednesday, October 10

The Cave Troll's birthday

Thought I'd post a funny video today, since I know a bunch of my friends are having a tough week. I spotted this one and appreciated the giggle (and then I watched a bunch of related videos -- they're silly!)


(Is anyone else as excited about the first Hobbit movie as I am? I finished the book and can't wait to see it on the big screen!)

Now, run to Smith's and buy a slice of cake (if you don't like cake, go to McDonald's and get an ice cream cone. Oooh! Or a corn dog from Dairy Queen! Or find a terrific, healthy peach ... I'm digressing). Tonight, I'm going to relax by watching Snow White and the Huntsman (didn't see it in theaters and it's finally available on Netflix) and possibly also a few episodes of Gilmore Girls. Hope you have something lovely planned, too.

Sunday, October 7

Megan Elizabeth II

My friend Megan Dunyon died this week. She was thirty-three years old.

I met Megan Dunyon when we were ten years old, and her family moved into my ward. She was the first person I had ever met who shared my name. She even shared my middle name! Her family called us "Megan Elizabeth I" and "Megan Elizabeth II." I was "I" because I was a few months older. She and I became fast friends. We immediately started having sleepovers, where she introduced me to Saturday's Warrior, and we tried to have Star Wars marathons (and always fell asleep during The Empire Strikes Back) at her house. I'm pretty sure she introduced me to Gone with the Wind, too. During our sleepovers at my house, we'd stay up all night playing computer games like "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?" We even won the game a few times, which was quite a feat. That's when we started calling each other "Holmes" and "Watson."

We auditioned at City Rep together when we were fifteen. Megan and I were both cast in a musical version of The Wind in the Willows, and we were immediately sucked into the community theater world -- a world we occupied with enthusiasm for the rest of our junior high and high school years. We may have been friends closer with other individuals then with each other, but we remained in the same circles.

For the most part, we lost touch after high school. I was sad to learn during one encounter with her that her dad had died. We did our last show together in 2000, and I'm ashamed to admit that we did not get along during that time. We had grown apart, and she had some chronic illnesses that were making her life difficult. After the play ended, we parted ways. We had mutual friends, so I still heard about her once in awhile.

Then, out of the blue last year, she messaged me on Facebook. It was the first time she had reached out to me in eleven years. I messaged back... and then didn't hear from her again until a little over a month ago. We messaged back and forth several times, catching up on our lives and our families. It was nice to be reminded of our history and to discover that neither of us held any ill-will after all this time. We became friends on Facebook and started to make plans to see each other.

On Wednesday, a mutual friend called to tell me that Megan had passed away during the night. Megan's illnesses had overwhelmed her, and she died quietly of natural causes. I've had a couple of days for it all to sink it, but it just won't. It's still too unreal.

I have very little experience with people dying that I had known well, and this one seems more personal than most because there are so many unanswered questions. I will never know what prompted Megan to get in contact with me again, but I am grateful that she did. I have talked with several of our mutual friends over the last couple of days, and many of them said that Megan also sought them out recently. I am so sad I didn't get to see her one last time, but glad that she had been talking with people she held such fond memories of. Our teenage years were awesome. I don't know if I would have had the courage to audition for that first community show without her. My life would have been so different without her.

I'll always think of Megan as a ten year-old with long, brown hair and tiny ears, dancing in her nightgown to "Sailing On" (from Saturday's Warrior). That was the Megan I knew and loved, the happy Megan who had not yet experienced all the pain of adolescence and illness and the difficulties of adulthood. I hope that she and her dad are happy together and doing good things in the spirit world. I know they are thrilled to be together again.

Good-bye, my Watson. I'll miss you.

Friday, October 5

Teacup pig... I don't want to be with you...

Last night as I wandered around Barnes & Noble, I spotted this adorable calendar:


Which made me think of this episode of How I Met Your Mother:


And now I kind of want a teacup pig.

Right now.

Happy Friday!

Tuesday, October 2

Days of Plenty

Shortly after being cast in our show, one of our Marmees, Wanda, was diagnosed with a form of cancer called  Hodgkins Lymphoma. She talked it over with her husband, doctors, production team, and double, and everyone was very supportive of her continuing with the play. Wanda missed many rehearsals while recovering from chemotherapy and sat in the audience to watch her double when she was well enough to come but didn't have the strength to practice. 


Marmee and her girls
We showered Wanda with prayers and support during rehearsals and performances. It was a huge miracle that she didn't have to rely on her double and was able to perform during all of her scheduled shows! Wanda was such a sweet, sympathetic, and strong Marmee.

I am grateful that I chose to watch her cast on their closing night. I was able to bask in how wonderful the show was, and finally understand why everyone told me the play had made them cry the "ugly cry." (I sure am glad it was dark and no one could see my own ugly crying!)

But the moment that put me over the edge was watching and hearing Wanda sing her power ballad "Days of Plenty." It's a beautiful and meaningful song in any circumstance, but when I thought of Wanda's particular experience, my emotions filled my heart and spilled out my eyes. 


MARMEE:
Don’t make so much of me Jo… (spoken)
I never dreamed of this sorrow,
I never thought I’d have reason to lament,
I hoped I’d never know heartbreak,
How I wish I could change the way things went!
I wanted nothing but goodness,
I wanted reason to prevail,
Not this bare emptyness.
I wanted Days of Plenty.
But I refused to feel tragic,
I am aching for more than pain and grief.
There has got to be meaning,
Most of all when a life has been so brief.
I have got to learn something,
How can I give her any less?
I want life to go on.
I want Days of Plenty
You have to Believe,
There is reason for Hope.
You have to Believe
That the answers will come.
You can’t let this defeat you.
I won’t less this defeat you.
You must fight to keep her there,
Within you!
So Believe that she matters!
And Believe that she always will!
She will always be with you!
She’ll be part of the days you’ve yet to fill!
She will live in your bounty!
She will live as you carry on your life!
So carry on,
Full of Hope,
She’ll be there,
For all your Days of Plenty
I hope that one day I can be as inspiring as she is to me, and that I could follow her example when faced with a similar crisis. I have no doubt that she will beat this illness and become stronger than ever. I cannot wait to see and work with her again someday.
Director Leslie, sandwiched between our two brilliant Marmees!